Godfather Of Champions

Lying on the ground, Wood stared blankly at the sky at Old Trafford, his brain went blank. He didn't know what happened just now, but he could feel a warm stream coming from his nose and on his lips, salty.

Should I continue to play? How is this going?

The sky above his head was getting smaller and smaller, and many people appeared on the edge, they were all looking at themselves.

He can recognize a few people, Demi, Roy Keane...

The scene was noisy, and those sounds became reverberant in his ears, and he couldn't hear what these people were saying.

When Wood was lying on the ground not knowing what happened, Keane was explaining to the referee that this was purely an accident-who knew that his powerful shot would be blocked by George Wood with his face?

There were a lot of people around Wood. Dunn didn't know what was going on. He only saw George falling back suddenly. Keane's shot was too fast and too close, and his eyes couldn't keep up. But soon he saw that the referee looked down at the situation and then got up and waved to the forest team's bench to signal the team doctor to go up.

"What's the matter?" He turned to look at the big screen in the Old Trafford stand, where the scene was replaying.

Keane's powerful shot hit Wood's nose!

Dun En grinned, even his audience could not help feeling pain.

"Kean's shot hit Wood in the face. It looks like Wood is badly injured. He can't get up from lying on the ground..." Before the commentator finished speaking, he saw George Wood dangling from the ground. climb up……

Wood was finally able to hear what the people around him were saying, and the referee let him off the court, and he was taken aback.

End? Red card? I was sent off? how is this possible! I haven't fouled...No, it wasn't me who fouled just now...nor, who fouled just now?

He felt that his brain was groggy and his thinking was not clear. So he shook his head vigorously.

The referee understood this action as the meaning of "no", and he said to George Wood very seriously: "Boy, you must be off the court immediately!"

"Why?" Wood, who reacted, asked suspiciously.

"You are injured and must be treated." Albertini explained quickly.

"But I don't think... there is no problem." Wood didn't lie, except that his head was a little heavy, everything was fine. And the feeling of dizziness is quickly disappearing.

Forest team doctor Fleming finally rushed into the crowd. He pushed aside the players watching the excitement, ran in front of Wood, and exclaimed: "Oh my God!"

The referee next to him shook his head: "Even if your body is really strong to the point that there are no problems, you still need to go back to the locker room to change a jersey." He pointed to Wood's chest, "The rules do not allow players to wear belts. The blood-stained jerseys continue the game."

Hearing what the referee said, Wood looked down at his chest, the yellow Forest team away jersey has been stained red with blood.

How is this going?

He reached out and touched his mouth again, which was soggy. Taking his hand away, he saw that his five fingers were also dyed red-obviously, it was blood.

"Damn it!" Seeing Wood looking down at his chest nonchalantly, and touching his lips, Fleming, who was shocked by what he saw at first sight next to him, finally recovered. He shook his head and cursed. "George! What's the matter with you? Isn't you being splashed with ketchup on your face? Look at you...what are you doing in a daze?" He stepped forward and grabbed Wood's arm. "Come with me!"

"I'm fine, I can still..." Wood was struggling.

"Do you really think the red one is ketchup? This is blood!" Fleming raised his voice and taught the kid. At the same time, he was also sighing in his heart that this kid didn't know how the pain felt? Being hit directly in the face by that kind of ball didn't even frown and screamed pain.

When the referee repeated the rules to Wood again, he walked to the sidelines to receive hemostatic treatment, accompanied by team doctor Fleming.

Roy Keane stood outside the crowd watching Wood raise his head and walk off the field at Fleming's request. He was going to apologize and explain to this kid. But now it seems that this kid doesn't need it at all.

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When Dunn saw the replay on the big screen, he knew that the Forest Team would definitely lose staff for a while. So he took advantage of the chaos on the court and the game has not resumed, called Albertini to the sidelines and asked the Italian to go back to remind the team to defend, and the team mainly defends in the absence of Wood. Don't let Manchester United use this time to play against the forest team.

Albertini nodded and ran back.

After confessing this important matter, Dunn had the intention to turn to the other side of the stadium. Wood is receiving Fleming's treatment there. I hope it’s not a broken nose...

If Wood is injured and can't play for the Forest team... Dunn really hasn't thought about his substitute.

Gunnarson can, but in Dunn's eyes, this man can't keep up with the rhythm of the Premier League. His level is now in the English Champions League, the previous League One can guarantee to occupy the main seat. But in the Premier League, in the forest team whose goal is not simply relegation, he can only be a substitute.

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Wood was on the sidelines to stop the bleeding. Fleming first checked whether his nasal bridge was fractured, because that kind of impact could really cause a fracture of the nasal bridge. It was not a simple matter of stuffing two paper balls.

He touched it and found it was normal, then he was relieved. Give Wood a paper ball.

"Stop it."

Wood obediently plugged it in and took it off again.

"I can't breathe," Wood said to the puzzled Fleming.

"Breathe with your mouth..."

Wood shook his head, then raised his head high and looked at the sky without answering. He sucked his nose vigorously. Sometimes his throat shook and something was swallowed.

Fleming didn't know what Wood was going to do, and soon the boy lowered his head again and said, "Okay."

"Alright? Stop it?" Fleming was a little surprised. "What did you swallow just now?"

"Blood." Wood answered honestly.

Fleming grinned. "Have you eaten all your nosebleeds?"

Wood nodded.

"Go... Di..." Fleming didn't know what his expression was now.

Wood ignored him, turned and walked towards the court, but was stopped by Fleming, who was quick-eyed and handy. "Where are you going? You can't go back now without the referee's permission. Did you forget? Go back to the locker room to change clothes." ."

Wood looked down at the red blood stains on the jersey. It was indeed a bit unsightly.

So he ran across the Manchester United bench, entered the player's hallway, and went to the locker room to change clothes.

Seeing Wood disappear into the hallway, Fleming walked to the coaching bench of the Forest team. Dunn asked him: "How is the situation?"

Fleming curled his lips: "You know he has nothing wrong with the way he runs, right?"

"Uh..." Dunn also felt that he had asked a not very smart question.

"Damn it, what did he grow up on?" Fleming frowned and said to himself.

"what happened?"

"I put a paper ball in his nostril to stop the bleeding, he couldn't breathe. Then he raised his head and drank all the blood in his nose..." Fleming said with a grin.

Dunn laughed when he heard Fleming say so. "Just get used to it, Gary."

When Wood returned to the sidelines from the locker room, Dunn stopped him: "George, how do you feel?"

Wood didn't understand why he asked, "How does it feel?"

"The feeling of shooting."

"I... can't tell." Wood shook his head.

"Um... take your time, don't worry. Also, don't forget to defend." Dunn patted Wood on the shoulder without saying much.

The fourth official came over, checked Wood's nose, and confirmed that there were no blood stains on his face, neck, or new jersey before allowing him to stand on the sidelines and wait for the referee's call.

The referee saw George Wood, who had changed into a new jersey, waved to him when he ran to the Forest team halftime, and Wood ran up.

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Because George Wood went back to the locker room to change clothes, the Forest team had about five minutes less time than Manchester United.

This is a great opportunity for Manchester United to take the opportunity to open the deadlock in advance, because the Forest team is not a striker, but a very important defensive midfielder. But Dunn's advance adjustment made the Forest team completely give up the attack in these five minutes-not actively giving up, but Manchester United's attack is too strong, even if they want to counterattack, they are somewhat powerless.

Compared with Giggs on the left, Cristiano Ronaldo on the right of Manchester United is much more active. Frank Ribery, who has been performing consistently and outstandingly for the first two months, was completely overwhelmed by the Portuguese.

Fortunately, Albertini has rich experience and quickly organized the forest team's midfield defense. Except for a time when Pikwe made a clearance and didn't kick far, allowing Rooney to miss the goal unmarked, there was no thrilling shot.

So when Wood stepped onto the court again, the score on the big screen scoreboard did not change, it was still 0:0.

Nottingham Forest is far stronger than Manchester United thought.

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