Godfather Of Champions

Anelka came up and punched Bell in the chest, but did not blame him for not passing the ball just now, but said: "Good job." Then turned and ran back to the penalty area.

Ribery also ran over and patted Bell on the head: "It's amazing, little monkey! You made me think it was me who drove the ball just now!"

"Don't listen to the French nonsense." Arteta came up and pulled Ribery away. "Thank you for bringing the football out and giving us a chance to attack."

Faced with these praises expressed in different ways, Bell can only respond with a smile. He really didn't know what he should say.

He suddenly saw George Wood looking to him.

In the youth team, Dunn once asked Wood to take care of Bell, and Bell also worshipped Wood as his elder brother idol. Apart from Dunn, what he wants most now is praise from Wood.

But Wood saw that Bell was behind him and looked away again.

Bell was a little disappointed, he lowered his head and turned and walked towards the sideline, ready to serve a throw-in.

At this moment, Wood ran over again and picked up the football in front of Bell.

Bell was surprised.

"You're here to catch the ball." Wood pointed forward, "then take it out and pass it."

The little monkey laughed, very happy.

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In the stands, a short and fat middle-aged man was pulling the people around him and shouting excitedly: "Hey! Have you seen it? Have you seen the breakthrough just now? Three people have been connected! That is my son My son is a genius! I tell you that the idiots in Southampton didn’t believe what I said before, and now they must regret it! Haha! My son is a genius! A true genius! "It doesn’t matter if the people around are happy or not! Happy, he talked endlessly, and at the end he yelled at the court: "Good job-son! Let them see how good you are!"

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Although the beautiful dribble was destroyed in the last time, Gareth Bale’s dribbling gave the forest team players great confidence. A child as young as sixteen can upset Chelsea. Anning, why can't we?

I was beaten by the visiting team, I couldn't lift my head, my big feet couldn't go out, and he injured a teammate and was equalized by the opponent... Damn, we had enough!

Without giving you some color, do you really think that Nottingham Forest is a bully? !

The form on the court gradually reversed. From Chelsea's absolute upper hand to a balance of power between the two sides, even the Forest team can occasionally beat Chelsea.

Although this was a forced substitution, it had unexpected results.

Chris Lak said to Dunn in front of the coaching bench: "You know what happened when I watched Bell break through the wing just now?"

"What?" Dunn looked at the court and asked rhetorically without looking back.

"I thought of you bringing him to the youth team to sign."

Dunn looked back at Chris Lak.

"I think it's very exciting. It doesn't refer to the breakthrough just now, but you told Bell at Vilford to be confident and smile. That thing impressed me deeply. Going back to the breakthrough just now, watching him take The way the ball is running, I just thought-this kid is really confident! He is facing Chelsea, Paul Ferreira, Damien Duff, Diago, Carvalho... But he didn't flinch, just like that..." Chris Lak gestured forward, "All the way forward!"

"That was how you trained well when you were in the youth team, David. Actually I didn't do anything. It's easy for me to say a few compliments..."

"But children will regard that as the highest reward and as a motivation to continue working hard."

Dunn laughed.

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"I think to be fair... a tie is a reasonable result for both parties. But..."

"But it's reasonable that the head coaches of the two teams won't be a draw. It's fair." Lineker took over Mortensen's words.

"You're right, Gary. This game still has to be watched!" Mortensen said excitedly, "I don't want such a wonderful game to end in a draw, it would be too flat!"

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The game entered the last ten minutes, the score between the two sides was still 2:2, the situation on the court was at a stalemate, everyone had a chance, but they did not seize it.

Mourinho and Dunn stood on the sidelines together, staring at the court with serious faces. He didn't dare to look down upon the sixteen-year-old boy now. Bell was very active after playing. Although he was still a little strenuous defensively, he was supported by other Forest players. Wood also deliberately leaned to the side. While watching Lampard's movements closely, he also took care of side defense. .

Offensively, Bell can form a very useful supplement to Ribery. His back-in has increased Chelsea's defensive pressure on this side by a lot. Compared with right-back Zimbanda, Gareth Bale is better at Assists. His left pass is more accurate than Ribery, and the arc, speed and height are very good.

Looking at the active Bell, Mourinho suddenly admired the forest team's youth training level. After he took over as the head coach of Chelsea, Abramovich spent a lot of money to build the youth team, the best training facilities, the most modern training base, the hiring of the best youth team coaches, and a lot of money. Money and energy buy those young and promising players from all over the world... But what? None of the Chelsea youth team players can radiate such a dazzling light in the game like the forest team's young players.

Damn it!

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Dunn looked down at his watch. There were still five minutes before the game entered stoppage time. He just replaced Viduka with Bendtner, intending to further strengthen the offensive, and now has the last substitution place on hand. He was hesitating whether to continue to adjust.

Arteta drove the ball to Chelsea's penalty area, but was pulled down by Makelele seven or eight meters from the penalty area. The referee gave a direct free kick.

As usual, Arteta put the football on the ground and he will take the penalty personally.

Dunn's eyes suddenly lit up off the court. As the main free throw shooter of the Forest team, it is impossible for Mourinho not to study Arteta, and it is impossible for Cech not to know how Arteta will play. Why don't I change one temporarily? Hit him by surprise!

He gathered his hands around his mouth to form a trumpet, and shouted to the court: "Mickel! Let's kick another person!"

Arteta looked back at Dun En in a strange way. Who to change?

"Let Bell come! Let him kick this ball!"

Bell was also very surprised when he heard Dunn's words. He didn't expect the coach to call himself to play the ball.

Arteta did not express dissatisfaction or dissatisfaction with this. In training, Bell did set-piece training with him. He knew Bell's ability. So he beckoned to let Bell who was defending behind him come up, then gave him the football and patted him on the shoulder: "Come on!"

Seeing Bell coming up, Wood ran back and stood where Bell stood just now, taking over his defense.

This was a rare set-kick opportunity for the Forest team in the final stage of the game, and almost everyone rushed to it.

26 meters from the goal, slightly to the right, the Forest team got a direct free kick.

Bell takes the penalty.

The short fat man who had been clamoring his son as a genius in the stands stopped screaming, but nervously looked at his son who was leaning over to put a football.

On the sidelines, Mourinho lowered his head and opened the notebook in his hand. Regarding Bell's ability, there was a PS: Very good at free kicks.

He frowned.

Extremely good, how good is it?

Chelsea drained the frontal wall of five people. In addition, Arteta of the Forest team did not stand in front of the ball, but squeezed into the Chelsea wall.

Set the ball, Bell stepped back and stood still. His approach distance is much closer than Arteta. Cech is very unfamiliar with the opponent in front of him. He doesn't have any information about Gareth Bale's free kicks. He doesn't know how he is tied up, which corner he likes to play, how fast, how powerful... He can only rely on experience. Come to hit this ball.

The referee found that Chelsea’s wall was not far enough to retreat. He stepped forward and asked the wall to retreat. Chelsea players retreated slowly.

None of this interfered with Bell. After placing the football, he kept staring at the goal in front.

The referee waited for Chelsea's wall to retreat to the specified distance before running away with satisfaction, and then blew his whistle to signal that the Forest players could take the penalty.

Hearing the whistle, Bell touched the ground with the tip of his left foot, and then took a run. One step, two steps, shoot!

Just like he was in a youth team game, and like he was facing a movable wall in training, Bell felt that he was in good condition the moment he kicked his feet.

Makelele jumped up, but the football flew past his bald head. The spinning football drew a wonderful arc, like an arrow shot through the fingers of the Czech footballer Pete Cech!

"What...What_fantastic_GOOAL_by_Gareth_Bale!!"

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