After the second half of the game started again, Newcastle was obviously unwilling to leave Nottingham just like that. They strengthened their offense. This was not a lineup or player adjustment, but a firm determination - they were determined to regain the situation in the second half.

The game is not as easy as Nottingham Forest can end as easily as it might have imagined.

Don En had to make some adjustments.

He first replaced Arteta with Albertini and used the experience of veterans to stabilize the midfield. Then he used Allen; Lennon replaced Ashley; Young, and continued to strengthen the wing attack.

The two sides were in a stalemate on the court, and it seemed that Newcastle had a chance to equalize the score, but with the efforts of defensive players such as George, Wood, Pepe, Pique and Van der Sar, the score was still frozen at 1:0.

Starting with Albertini, assistant coach David; Chris Lark called out all the players on the bench to warm up, and Eastwood was no exception.

Tang En looked at his watch on the coach's seat. The game had been going on for 70 minutes, and there were still twenty minutes left before the game entered the final moment of injury stoppage time.

"David, call the Gipsy back."

Assistant coach Chris Lack did not expect this decision. He was a little surprised and did not get up immediately. Until Donn repeated it again.

"Ah? Ah... OK."

Chris Lack got up and walked towards the area where the players warmed up. Instead of shouting loudly as usual, he gestured to tell the warm-up players to come back. Instead, he walked up and grabbed Eastwood.

The first thing I discovered about this scene was not the TV broadcast footage, but the fans watching the game at the city stadium. Some of them screamed.

Then the TV camera quickly cut over, and the Forest fans who watched the game broadcast in front of the TV saw it - the team's assistant coach David; Chris Lack was pulling Eastwood and lowering his head and saying something.

"Go on the court?!" Eastwood was a little surprised. He didn't expect that he would get a chance to play so soon. He originally thought that today's game was just for him to feel some of the atmosphere of the game.

Chris Lack nodded. “Tony asked you to go back.”

Eastwood hurriedly ran to the coach's seat.

Donn was bent down and took the tactical board to see Eastwood running back. He smiled and stood up: "Have you not warmed up enough yet? Don't worry, don't worry..."

"Do you want me to play, boss?" Eastwood asked unevenly.

Donn nodded: "Yes, we need to make some changes to break the balance on the field. I think it would be a good idea to change you. What do you think? Freddy?"

Eastwood was stunned for a moment, then focused his head and said, "I agree with you, boss!"

Donn laughed, looked down at the tactical board in his hand. Then he threw it out, then he pulled Eastwood, and both stood on the sidelines, both looking at the court.

"Freddy, although I haven't heard that sound yet. But I think at this moment, there will definitely be many people questioning my current decision: to let a player who has just recovered from a knee injury play when this situation is unfavorable. What do you think?"

"They are wrong."

"Why?"

"Because you let me play at this time, boss. If the team leads with a big score now, you let me play again. Then it proves that they are right."

"Isn't that good? The game is easy and slowly enters the rhythm of the game and recover step by step..."

"But then they will think Freddy; Eastwood is already a waste who can only play games in garbage time. Even if I want to tell them I'm not, there is no evidence."

Donn turned his head and looked at Eastwood, and the Gypsy looked at the stadium with a focused look.

"I know what the reporters who surrounded me for taking photos before the game were thinking, and I don't want them to do it. Boss..." Eastwood suddenly turned his head and looked at Donn and said, "If you look at my words with that kind of sympathy.

I think I will announce my retirement the next day. It’s no big deal, I just go back and sell used cars with my dad. I am used to the station wagons. But thank you, no.”

Tang En opened his mouth, trying to say something but not knowing what to say. In the end, he found that he actually didn't need to say anything.

He patted Eastwood on the back and pointed at the stadium and said, "Did you see what's going on now? The two sides are entangled and we can't get rid of them."

Eastwood curled his lips: "That's so bad."

"After going up, approach the opponent's goal as unaware as possible, and then seize the opportunity..." Tang En pointed to the court and clenched his fists and smashed it hard, "Give me a beautiful hand!"

In an out-of-bounds ball, the fourth official raised the sign for substitution. No. 9 Nicklas; under Bentner, No. 11 Freddy; on Eastwood!

Huge cheers and applause broke out in the stands at the city court.

The live broadcast shouted loudly: "Let us welcome the Gypsy boy Freddy who was missing for ten months due to injury..." The announcer dragged a long voice.

The fans continued loudly in a tacit understanding: "Eastwood--!!"

Bentner slammed Eastwood hard when he left the court: "Go and fuck them well, Freddy!"

Eastwood nodded and ran onto the field.

After applauding Ben Turner at the venue, Donn looked up at the stands and he turned around. Everyone stood up and applauded Eastwood's return, but how many of these people still had the same expectations for Eastwood as before?

In the past, when the Gypsy appeared, it meant a goal. Everyone always wanted to see this smiling boy appear on the court.

What about now?

Just come back, it’s a miracle to play again!

Tang En heard such a voice.

He thought of what Eastwood said to him just now.

These people may not be malicious, but the applause like this is even more harsh.

Eastwood ran on the court, and his teammates all ran over to high-fives with him.

"Welcome back!" This is the most common thing that everyone said.

When it was Wood's turn, he said nothing, but just stretched out his hand and slapped Eastwood in the palm of his hand, and the Gypsies did not dodge.

"Bang!" sounded.

"I didn't expect Tony; Coach Done really let the Gipsians play." Motson said this, looking at Laurenson next to him.

Laurenson was silent and didn't say anything, but kept stroking his bare lips with his hands.

Seeing that Laurenson did not respond, Motson had to continue the topic himself: "This is his last place to substitute, and this is also a gambling..."

"Eastwood received the ball from Albertini, and his back was facing the opponent's goal. But he passed the ball out again and seemed to dare not make any moves. The shadow of the knee injury was still covering him..."

"I said that a player who has suffered a serious knee injury can't play like that in the past." Laurenson finally spoke, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Eastwood's performance was in line with his expectations.

Ten minutes passed. The game entered the last ten minutes. Eastwood's appearance had nothing changed, and the two sides continued to get entangled. Newcastle seemed to have a chance, but still could not equalize the score. And if the game ended with this score.

Then it was a very good result for Tang En's team. But for another person, it was a failure.

In the 82nd minute, Eastwood dribbled the ball in front of the penalty area and was pushed down by a Newcastle player.

His final resulted in a small chaos. The players of the Forest team surrounded the foul players and glared at him. The players of Newcastle were obviously unwilling to let their people be bullied. The two sides were really "entangled together" this time.

The huge booing of the city court was fueling the conflict. But Eastwood did not participate in the cause of the conflict, but instead grabbed Gareth, who was about to come up to take the free kick; Bale.

"I'll play this ball," he said to Bell.

"But..." Bale hesitated a little, and the head coach said that he had to play free kicks that could directly threaten the opponent's goal.

"Let me do it! Bell!" Eastwood's tone was accentuated.

Bale looked at the vicious Eastwood and let go of the football.

Eastwood gave Bell a smile: "Thank you."

Among the conflicting crowd, George wearing the captain's armband; Wood was at the bottom, and the referee was showing him a yellow card. He and the foul player each received a yellow card.

If Albertinira hadn't been fast, he probably would have pinched the opponent's neck with his right pliers.

At that time, it was not possible to solve the problem with just a yellow card.

When both sides of the conflict dispersed, the ones who lined up the walls went to the walls. When they interfered with the walls, everyone realized that the person standing in front of the football was not the familiar Gareth; Bell, but Freddy; Eastwood.

Everyone's first reaction to this scene was "stunning". Has anyone seen Eastwood take a direct free kick in the game?

It seems very rare...

Don Eun stood up from the coach's seat, but did not walk forward to the sidelines. He just stood in front of the seat, even blocking some of the vision of assistant coach Chris Lack.

"Eastwood stood in front of the ball, it seemed that he was here to play this ball. This... is really unexpected." Motson said this, and he didn't know what to say. He had no data on Eastwood's free kick.

In front was a five-person wall lined up by the Newcastle people. Eastwood stood behind the football, and he was the only one beside him, and no one gave him a fake shot and ran as a cover.

Seeing that the walls were lined up and the distance was also in line with the requirements, the referee stepped back and blew the whistle in his mouth.

Eastwood assisted and shot with his right foot!

After three surgeries, the knees drove the calf to kick a curved ball.

The football bypassed Newcastle's wall and then drilled into the goal accurately!

Goalkeeper Jiwen had no response to this goal!

"gooooal!gooooal!goooooal!!!Freddy; Eastwood!!"

The city court made a loud "boom" sound, like a thunderclap.

Tang En raised his arms high and clenched his fists tightly.

Just next to the goalkeeper Eastwood, Albertini rushed up first, hugged Eastwood and raised it.

In the commentary seat, Laurenson was completely silent, only Motson was yelling at the microphone: "...This is his first game to return to the court in ten months, a goal! It's so perfect! It's so perfect! I don't know how to describe this moment, but he was beyond our expectations!"

Eastwood broke free from the old captain, buoyed his arm and waved his fists into the sky and screamed loudly.

Can't go back to the past? Joke! Why should I go back to the past? In the past, I was just a used car salesman with a broken leg, and I enjoyed playing football in an amateur court... Why the hell do I have to go back to that kind of past?!

Just come back?
Chapter completed!