Chapter 213: Win (Part 1)

"After eighty-six minutes of the game, the home team Nottingham Forest won a direct free kick from the frontcourt. The opportunity was precious, and almost all the players of the Forest team rushed up..."

"Arteta handed the football over to the young Gareth; Bale. This is the first time he has stood in front of the football and prepared for a free throw since he came on the court.

Gareth, who is only sixteen years old; Bale is an excellent player from the Forest youth training camp. He can play two positions: left back and left forward, have strong assist ability, and... he is very good at free kicks."

"Let's see if the young Bale can score his first goal in his career against Chelsea! The goal that determines the key to the victory and loss! The pressure must be very large for him..."

"...But this kid's performance has surprised us again and again. If he really resisted the pressure and scored this goal, I wouldn't feel surprised anymore."

"The Welsh boy Gareth, sixteen years old and one hundred and five days old; Bale stood in front of him, and in front of him was a wall of five Chelsea players.

This may be a free kick that determines the final result of the game, and it is also a goal that determines Bale's future career..."

The commentator stopped their work, and the audience in the stands and in front of the TV held their breath.

On the small TV screen, Bell stepped back, the referee's whistle sounded, he helped run and started!

The football drew an arc and walked around Maclale's bald head, then bypassed Cech's five fingers, and then flew into the goal against the post!

Countless arms stretched out, and no one could hear the commentary on the TV. Even the screen shaking violently - the entire city stadium was in a state of madness.

"goooal--!" Bell's father turned his head and hugged a fat man next to him, yelling.

"goooal--!" Countless forest fans in red dress in the stands jumped up with their arms raised.

"The city court is shaking, Gary, do you feel it?" Motson asked in the commentary seat.

"It's obvious that John Bell ignited this red volcano. It's so beautiful! It's so perfect! Gareth, sixteen years old and one hundred and five days old; Bell's performance in this game is so perfect that it's impeccable!"

"Wait, Gary, there are more beautiful ones..." Motson suddenly stood up and looked down.

In the TV camera, Tang En, who rushed out of the coach's seat, suddenly had a 360-degree side flip. After landing steadily, he waved his fist hard, just like he was the one who scored the goal!

"Haha!" Leinker laughed, "This is so interesting! This game is so interesting!"

I don't know if Bale on the court saw this scene happening on the sidelines. He was surrounded by his teammates in ecstasy layers.

"Tony; Coach Done must have stayed in the circus. His movements are so cool!"

"Newspaper editors are about to start having a headache to get who is on the front page."

Meanwhile, in front of the home coach's seat.

"Tony Tony?" David; Chris Lacque held Donn, who was still waving his fists.

"Hmm?" Tang En turned around and looked at his partner.

"What did you think of?" He refers to the side flip just now.

"I promised Bale that if he scored, I would give him a more handsome celebration. How about it?"

"Such handsome!" Chris Lack laughed. "We won, right, Tony?"

Tang En turned his head to look at the electronic scoreboard, and the score on it had changed from "2:2" to "3:2". He looked down at the watch again, and there was not much time left before the end of the game.

"Although I don't want to make a conclusion before the game is over. But..." he nodded at Chris Lack. "You're right, David. We're sure to win!"

Bale's goal was a huge blow to Chelsea's morale. When the game was about to end with four minutes left, the opponent was led by the opponent. Even Mourinho could not come up with a better way at this time.

However, the Forest team is getting more and more courageous, and there is still a chance to open Chelsea's door in the final stage of the game. If Cech hadn't performed bravely, this game would have cost Mourinho all his face.

When the referee blew the whistle to the end of the game, the city court became a sea of ​​joy. Forest supporters sang their team songs to celebrate the team's victory over Chelsea once again.

"The game ends! After a fierce battle, Nottingham Forest defeated Chelsea 3-2 at home! Since returning to the Premier League, Forests maintains an unbeaten record against Chelsea, and Mourinho's opponents who have not won have not won.

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"With this game victory, Forest's points changed from twenty-two points to twenty-five points, and Chelsea, who was unbeaten ten rounds after the start of this season, suffered their first defeat and their points stagnate.

The Forest team, which has been ranked second, has narrowed the points gap to only three points. The league has begun to look better!"

This time, Mourinho, who lost the ball, did not turn around and leave, but instead came up to shake hands with Don En according to post-match etiquette.

"Back to Stamford Bridge." Mourinho said this when he shook hands. Don En knew that he had begun to plan for revenge at home.

"I'm looking forward to it, too." He replied.

Mourinho ignored him anymore, let go of his hand and turned around and left first.

Tang En didn't mind this either. Now he didn't have time to pay attention to the mood and feelings of the losers. He turned around and walked towards the stadium, and was going to celebrate the victory with his own players at this moment.

Bale became the focus of everyone, and everyone gathered to congratulate him on his first league goal. He saw that Don Eun also walked up.

"Congratulations. Gareth." Donn blinked at him. "Did you see my celebration?"

Bell nodded vigorously and kept laughing. "It turns out to be more handsome, boss."

"It's far worse than your performance." Don Eun smiled and touched Bell's head. The seeds buried in Wilford he brought back from Southampton, and now they have finally blossomed and bear fruit... "Have you practiced your signature?"

The teammates around him burst into laughter.

The players of the Forest Team who won the ball were all in a good mood.

"Okay, guys!" Done stood in the crowd and shouted, "Go and thank the fans! Gareth, don't forget to thank your dad!"

The players obediently lined up in a row to wave to the red square in the stands.

Tang En turned around and walked out.

He walked very slowly, even a little like he was walking with no purpose. He just walked slowly on the court.

He also wants to enjoy the atmosphere here, the atmosphere after winning the game...

The reporters have withdrawn from the mixing area and are waiting to interview the players who have come down from the court. Don Eun is not afraid of being disturbed. The stadium staff are cleaning up the miscellaneous items on the court and stands.

After an exciting victory, there will always be a lot of messy things left behind.

Tang En liked the peace after the hustle and bustle passed. He just walked back and forth with his hands in his pockets, not in a hurry to go to the press conference.

Suddenly, he approached him alone.

"Mr. Journalist, you have to go to the mixed zone to interview." Don pointed to the player corridor and said to Pierce coming over; Bruce.

"I'm not here to interview." Bruce smiled. "Look."

Tang En looked at his chest, and sure enough, the reporter's certificate was put away.

"What are you doing if you don't interview?"

Bruce looked at the stands that had slowly become empty and took a deep breath. "I like the calmness after this excitement, so come down and have a walk. What are you doing, Mr. Tang En? The press conference is not here either."

"I'm the same as you." Tang En said looking around the stands.

"What a wonderful game. Everyone, every link... is wonderful, including the side flip celebration."

"Thank you for your compliment, Mr. Journalist. Are you going to say the same in the newspaper?"

"why not?"

Tang En stopped talking, just looked at the busy stadium staff.

"Mr. Tang En, do you know? I occasionally remember the scene when you held a temporary press conference at the entrance of the hospital." At this point, Bruce laughed.

"Well...we were all newbies at that time."

"I really didn't expect that there would be such a day when we stood together and chatted after defeating Chelsea."

"Maybe there is another day when we will chat like this after defeating Real Madrid, AC Milan, Inter Milan, Barcelona, ​​Bayern Munich...."

"I believe what you said."

"Then, I have to leave." Tang En waved his hand and walked towards the player corridor.
Chapter completed!