His teammates were stunned, but they didn't expect the goal to come so suddenly. No one even ran up to hug Bentner and celebrate the goal. They realized that the overwhelming booing of Arsenal fans was heard, and rushed forward, hugged Bentner tightly, patted his head hard, congratulated him on the goal.

Although Manchester City has no desire for this game, it does not mean that they have to play counterfeit goals. It is still worth being happy if their teammates score the goal.

Faced with those teammates who came up to congratulate him, Bentner gritted his teeth and wanted to break free from them and continue to celebrate his own celebration. But everyone hugged him so tightly...

"Tony!" Chris Lak, who was listening to the radio, suddenly screamed.

But Tang En waved his hand to him and made a "silence" gesture, because at the same time, there were already huge cheers in the stands. You should know that Sunderland was in control of the ball at this time...

"I already know, David."

Tang En turned around and smiled at him.

David Chris Lack clenched his fists excitedly and almost jumped up: "Bentner! It was the goal scored by that boy Bentenner!"

The name of this goalkeeper surprised Tang En.

The cheers continued, and the announcer's voice came from the live broadcast of the stadium: "In the 73rd minute, Arsenal 2:1 Manchester City, goalkeeper... Nicklas Bentner!"

"Long live—!" The Forest fans shouted in unison, completely forgetting their hatred for the traitor when he left.

At this moment, they worshipped Bentner as a Danish boy in red. At that time, Bentner was once considered the main center of Nottingham Forest in the next ten years...

Wenger was angry at the loss of the ball. He sat in the chair and kept waving his hands to complain to the assistant coach Pat Rice beside him: "What are our defenders doing? What are our midfielders doing? Do they think they will win? Five seconds before Bentner shot, there was no one in ten meters beside him!"

After saying that, he got up from the coach's seat, walked to the sidelines with great momentum, stretched out his two fingers with his left hand, stretched out his index finger with his right hand, and shouted into the field: "It's 2:1 now! 2:1!"

This score made him nervous, and Bentner's state burst for seventy minutes also made him uneasy.

He didn't know why that was, after all, his team is now leading, and Manchester City is not afraid of anything except one Bentner.

But his heartbeat suddenly accelerated without any warning. He is a very rational coach, but sometimes he also believes in his intuition.
Chapter completed!