Godfather Of Champions

After pulling back the ball, Robben suddenly accelerated and drove the ball to the bottom line!

Barnes expected Robben to do this, so he kept a defensive hand when he got inside. Now he turned around quickly, mentioned the fastest speed he could mention now, clinging to Robben, still stuck on the inside, preventing the Dutchman from having the slightest chance of overtaking. Robben is now about a quarter ahead of Barnes, but he hasn't lost his confidence.

Seeing that the football was about to be taken out of the bottom line like this, Robben suddenly stepped on the bottom line and slammed the brakes. He and Barnes who ran along slipped out of the field because of inertia.

However, one is an active emergency stop, and the other is a passive one. Robben has the upper hand in response speed. He turned around to throw away Barnes, who was lying on the ground, trying to get the ball again and then drove the ball into the penalty area. Just turned around but was taken aback: the ball is gone!

The referee's whistle sounded, and Robben saw that the flag in the hands of the lineman next to him pointed to the corner flag area under his feet...

"Corner kick! Leighton Barnes fell to the ground at the moment he lost his balance and tackled Robben's ball from the baseline! Beautiful defense!"

There was a warm applause from the stands.

Lying on the ground, Barnes's chest rose and fell violently, and of course he knew that the applause was dedicated to him. But he was not happy, because he knew that this time he tried his best and gave his opponent a corner flag, and he really didn't know what would happen next time.

He wanted to get up and go back to the goal to defend, but suddenly found that his right foot was unable to exert any strength. With force, the pain of the heart came through, and a thought came out: it's over...

Lying on the ground, Barnes raised both hands, stretched out his index finger, and slowly circled twice. This is a gesture to the head coach that he can't stick to the game and request to be replaced. Then, after all this was done, he covered his face with his hands and remained motionless.

"Damn..." Dunn saw Barnes's gesture, and a foul language subconsciously burst out of his mouth.

Fleming had already ran over with the team doctor, Barnes fell off the court and did not need the referee's approval to enter.

"Gareth!!" Dunn roared without looking back, "Go warm up! You only have time for one corner kick!"

Bell jumped up from his seat, did not express surprise, took off his vest without hesitation and ran to the sidelines.

Chris Lak got up from his seat and walked to Dunn's side: "Barnes is out?"

Dunn nodded: "I guess it's a kick. I just saw him make a tackle when he was a bit awkward... He forced his center of gravity to change during high-speed sports."

"Fuck..." Chris Lak also cursed swearing. Albertini was injured, and the Forest team injured another. Unlike the previous two seasons, there are almost no major injuries. This season, the Forest team has been injured one by one when they need to fight on multiple lines.

The two coaches stood on the sidelines, silently watching the field.

The referee saw Barnes making a substitution gesture, ran over to ask, and then beckoned to the Forest team doctor to come up as a routine. Seeing that the forest team doctor was already running here, he turned and returned to the stadium, signaled the Chelsea players to reposition the football, and then ran back into the penalty area.

The game will continue and will not stop because of one person's injury. The Forest team can only fight with ten players, and one less player may be an important factor in breaking the balance for such a game.

Mourinho obviously also knows that this corner kick is an opportunity he can use and must seize. He waved everything up, leaving only one Paul Ferreira and goalkeeper Cech in the backcourt. The three guards John Terry, Ricardo Carvalho and William Gallas rushed into the forest team's penalty area.

The atmosphere in front of the forest team suddenly warmed up.

"This is our chance to equalize! Don't let it go!" Terry shouted in front of the goal to cheer his teammates.

"Defense! Watch them, watch them!" Van der Sar also yelled at the tall man who directed his teammates to guard Chelsea. "Push out, push out!"

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Close at hand, but far away. This sentence is too appropriate to describe the mood and situation of Leighton Barnes at this moment.

The forest team's crowded goal is five meters away from him, and he can clearly hear the sound of players from both sides competing for position. With his eyes closed, he can imagine what the door will look like at this moment. It must be chaotic. There are many people...

But he can't do anything. His injury has made the team one less person on the court now. Can this attack be prevented? Has anyone succeeded at the right post?

Flemand was squeezing his right ankle and asked him if it hurts, he didn't answer.

"It seems that the injury is serious, I don't feel it..." Fleming took out the ice pack from the medical kit and pressed it on Barnes's ankle, then began to wrap it around with a bandage.

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The riots in front of the forest team finally subsided, but this was only temporary, everyone knows. Just like the calm before the storm, full of depression, restlessness, and restlessness.

The referee withdrew from the penalty area and blew his whistle.

Lampard raised his right hand and made a fist. This is Chelsea's corner kick signal. Except for themselves, no one knows what it means.

The football kicked out and flew straight to the goal. Drogba and Carvalho are still wrestling with Chelsea's two centre-backs until this moment. They want to take off and compete for the top, but the forest team's centre-back will not let them get what they want. But who knows that these two people are just a cover, they are so desperately in front of the forest team, just to attract the forest team's defensive attention.

John Terry sprinted from the penalty spot and took off!

The next powerful summit without defense!

"John Terry...And_a_GOOOOAL!!!"

Van der Sar, who responded hastily, just jumped up and waved his hand, watching the football fly into the goal but couldn't stop it.

Great cheers erupted from the visitors stand.

Hearing this strange cheer, Fleming, who was bandaging Barnes, lowered his head and cursed: "Damn it!" At the same time, he couldn't help but force himself a little bit.

Barnes finally reacted. He frowned and took a breath.

Gareth Bale, who was immersed in the sprint warm-up on the sidelines, also stopped. He couldn't continue to warm up because the area where he warmed up was now full of people. Chelsea players celebrating the goal rushed here, waving their fists at the Chelsea fans in the stands behind him, and the Blues fans responded with cheers.

Bell looked at these people coldly when he suddenly heard someone calling his name. It is Mr. Chris Lak, the assistant coach, who is waving his arms at himself: "Gareth! Come back! It's time for you to play!"

Glancing at the excited Chelsea man again, Gareth Bale turned and ran to the forest team's coaching bench.

When passing by the Chelsea coach, he was attracted by Mourinho's wild celebration. The Portuguese is kneeling and sliding on the ground! Just like a player who scored a goal, wearing a black trench coat, kneeling on his knees, sliding!

The Portuguese once became the focus of much attention.

The audience in front of the TV, the audience at the scene, consciously and unconsciously, all turned their attention to this head coach who never concealed his emotions.

"Oh! This is the best coach celebration I have ever seen!" Mortensen shouted.

When Gareth Bale ran back to his team's coaching bench, he was still looking at the Portuguese.

"Don't look, Gareth." Dunn's voice sounded behind his head.

"Ah, sorry, sir..." Bell thought the coach must be angry.

Dunn coughed: "I've said it many times, don't call me husband in the first team, just call me the boss or the boss."

"Yes, boss..."

Dunn glanced at the Mourinho who was still performing in front of the TV camera and asked: "Do you think that action is handsome?"

Bell nodded first, then shook his head immediately: "No, that's nothing, boss."

Dunn grinned: "Now you have the opportunity to let me do the same. Barnes is injured, you go up to replace him to play the left back, you have to insert assists when necessary..."

"Isn't it defensive, boss?" Bell is a little strange. The first task of the left back should be defensive. After all, Chelsea just attacked so hard.

"If we keep defending, the result will be like this." Dunn pointed to the electronic scoreboard on the far end of the stand, "So, send the ball out when you have the ability."

Bell nodded and said he knew it.

"Go on the field and perform well! If you can score a goal, I will give you a more handsome celebration than that!" Dunn winked at Bell.

The young monkey laughed. "How handsome can you be, boss?"

"At that time, you will know, give me a goal first!" Dunn pushed Bell near the center line outside the field.

After a 14-minute lead, the Forest team was evened, but this is by no means the end. Mourinho, who had attracted everyone's attention in an instant with an unconventional celebration, knew clearly in his heart, and Tony Dunn, who was standing on the sidelines, frowned.

It's not over yet.

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