Godfather Of Champions

"The match lasted for 86 minutes, and the home team Nottingham Forest won a direct free kick from the front court. The opportunity was precious. Almost all the Forest players rushed up..."

"Arteta handed the football to the young Gareth Bale. This is the first time he has stood in front of the football to prepare for a free throw since he came on the field. The 16-year-old Gareth Bale came out of the forest team academy An excellent player of, he can play both positions as left back and left midfielder. He has a strong assisting ability and...excellent at free kicks."

"Let's see if the young Bell can score the first goal of his career in the game against Chelsea! The goal that determines the victory or defeat! The pressure must be great for him..."

"...But this kid's performance has repeatedly surprised us. If he really withstands the pressure and scores this goal, I won't be surprised anymore."

"Sixteen years old and 105 days old Welsh boy Gareth Bale stood in front of the ball. In front of him was a wall of five Chelsea players. This may be a free kick that determines the final result of the game. It is also a ball that will determine Bell's future career..."

The narrator stopped their work, and the audience in the stands and in front of the TV were holding their breath.

On the small TV screen, Bell retreated, the referee's whistle sounded, and he was running and kicking!

The football drew an arc around Makelele's bald head, then around Cech's outstretched five fingers, and then flew into the goal wiping the goal post!

With countless arms stretched out, no one can still hear the commentary on the TV. Even the picture on the screen was shaking violently-the entire city stadium was in madness.

"GOOOAL——!" Bell's father in the stands turned his head and hugged a fat man who was fatter than him and shouted.

"GOOOAL——!" Countless forest fans in red in the stands jumped up with their arms high.

"The City Stadium is shaking, Gary, do you feel it?" Mortensen asked from the commentary.

"Obviously, John. Bell ignited this red volcano. It's so beautiful! It's perfect! 16-year-old and 105-day-old Gareth Bell performed impeccably in this game!"

"Wait, Gary, there are more beautiful..." Mortensen suddenly got up and looked down.

In the TV footage, Dunn, who rushed out of the coach's bench, suddenly flopped 360 degrees, and after landing steadily, he shook his fist vigorously, as if he was the one who scored the goal!

"Haha!" Lineker laughed, "This is so funny! This game is so interesting!"

I don't know if Bell on the field saw this scene that happened on the sidelines. He was surrounded by layers of ecstatic teammates.

"Coach Tony Dunn must have been in the circus. His moves are so cool!"

"The editors of the newspaper are going to have a headache to get someone on the front page."

At the same time, in front of the home team coach.

"Tony? Tony?" David Chris Lakra stopped Dunn who was still shaking his fist.

"Huh?" Dunn looked back at his partner.

"How did you think of it?" He was referring to the side flip just now.

"I promised Bell that if he scores, I will give him a more handsome celebration. How?"

"You're so handsome!" Chris Lak laughed. "We won, right, Tony?"

Dunn turned to look at the electronic scoreboard, the score on it had changed from "2:2" to "3:2". He looked down at the watch again, and there was not much time until the end of the game.

"Although I don't want to make a conclusion before the game is over. But..." He looked at Chris Lak and nodded. "You're right, David. We are sure to win!"

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Bale's goal was a huge blow to Chelsea's morale, being led by the opponent when the game was about to end with four minutes left. Even Mourinho can't come up with a better solution at this time.

However, the Forest team became more and more courageous and had a chance to knock on Chelsea's door in the final stage of the game. If it weren't for Cech's bravery, Mourinho would lose face in this game.

When the referee blew the whistle at the end of the game, the city stadium became a sea of ​​joy. Supporters of the Forest team sang their team song to celebrate the team's victory over Chelsea once again.

"The game is over! After a fierce fight, Nottingham Forest defeated Chelsea 3:2 at home! Since returning to the Premier League, the Forest team has maintained an unbeaten record against Chelsea. Mourinho has no opponents to win. Still haven't won."

"With the victory of this game, the forest team's points have changed from 22 points to 25 points. (Note: Because the author did not learn arithmetic well in elementary school, I miscalculated the forest team's points. Before this game, the forest team The team has one less game in the ten rounds of the league. It should be seven wins, one draw, one loss and 22 points, rather than six wins, one draw, one loss and nineteen points. I hereby apologize). After the start of the season, Chelsea, who was unbeaten in ten rounds, encountered They lost the first game and their points stagnated. The second-placed Forest team has narrowed the points gap to only three points. The league is starting to look good!"

This time, Mourinho, who lost the ball, did not turn around and left, but took the initiative to shook hands with Dunn in accordance with post-match etiquette.

"Back to Stamford Bridge." Mourinho said this when shaking hands. Dunn knew he was already planning his revenge at home.

"I'm looking forward to it too." He replied.

Mourinho ignored him, released his hand and turned and left first.

Dunn didn't mind this either. Now he didn't have time to pay attention to the mood and feelings of the loser. He turned and walked towards the court. At this moment, he wants to celebrate the victory with his players.

Bell became the focus of everyone, everyone gathered around to congratulate his first league goal. He saw Dun En also walked up.

"Congratulations, Gareth." Dunn blinked at him, "Did you see my celebration?"

Bell nodded vigorously and laughed, "Sure enough, boss."

"It's far worse than your performance." Dunn smiled and stroked Bell's head. The seeds that he had brought back from Southampton and buried in Vilford at the time have finally blossomed... "Have you practiced your signature?"

The teammates around laughed.

The forest team players who won the ball are all in a good mood.

"Okay, guys!" Dunn said loudly while standing in the crowd, "Go thank the fans! Gareth, don't forget to thank your father!"

The players lined up obediently and waved to the red phalanx in the stands.

Dunn turned and walked out.

He walked very slowly, even a little like walking, with no purpose. Just pace slowly on the court like this.

He also wants to enjoy the atmosphere here, the atmosphere after winning...

The reporters have withdrawn from the mixed zone, waiting to interview the players coming off the court. Dunn is not afraid of being disturbed. Stadium staff are clearing the debris on the stadium and stands. After an exciting victory, there will always be a lot of mess.

Dunn liked the calm after the hustle and bustle passed. He just walked back and forth with his hands in his pockets, not in a hurry to go to the press conference site.

Suddenly someone approached him.

"Mr. Reporter, you have to go to the mixed zone for the interview." Dunn pointed to the player's corridor and said to Pierce Bruce who came over.

"I'm not here for an interview." Bruce laughed. "look."

Dunn looked at his chest, and sure enough, the press card was taken away.

"What are you doing without interviewing?"

Bruce looked at the bleachers, which had slowly become empty, and took a deep breath. "I like the calm after the excitement, so I went down and walked. What are you doing, Mr. Dunn? The press conference is not here either."

"I'm the same as you." Dunn said, looking around the stands.

"It's really a wonderful game. Everyone, every link... is wonderful, including the side somersault celebration."

"Thanks for the compliment, Mr. Reporter. Do you plan to say the same in the newspaper?"

"Why not?"

Dunn stopped talking, just looking at the busy stadium staff.

"Mr. Dunn, do you know that, I still occasionally remember the scene of you holding a temporary press conference in front of the hospital." At this point, Bruce laughed.

"Well...we were still novices at that time."

"I didn't think there would be such a day, after defeating Chelsea, we stood together and chatted."

"Maybe one day, we will talk like this after defeating Real Madrid, AC Milan, Inter Milan, Barcelona, ​​Bayern Munich..."

"I believe what you say."

"Then, I have to go." Dunn waved and walked towards the player's tunnel.

Pierce Bruce stared at the man's back in a trance. It’s really hard to connect the person who embarrassed me at the press conference and prevented me from coming to Taiwan with this person.

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