Godfather Of Champions

It doesn't matter whether the players in Nottingham Forest protest or beg. The referee insisted on the penalty he just made: Layton Barnes handball fouled and awarded Chelsea a penalty.

Not only that, he also took out a yellow card from his pocket to give Barnes a warning.

"Damn, should I thank him for not sending Barnes a red card directly?" Dunn said dissatisfied when he saw this scene off the court.

Tang Ke next to him did not answer his words, he still had his own business to be busy. Taking advantage of the chaos, Tang called back Eastwood, who was closest to the coaching bench, and then handed him a note for him to pass to goalkeeper Van der Sar.

Eastwood was a little strange, but he complied. He ran back to the court, avoided the noisy crowd, and came to Van der Sar.

"Assistant Tang asked me to give it to you." Eastwood handed the note in his hand to Van der Sar.

"What is this?" Van der Sar was puzzled.

"Don't you know when you open it?"

After Eastwood completed the task, he stood by and watched his teammate intercede with the referee. He didn't get involved because he knew that even if the saliva was dry, the referee would not change the penalties he made before, especially for such major penalties as penalty kicks. He didn't do this kind of meaningless things, and he wasn't the captain, and he had to bite the bullet when he knew it was impossible.

Van der Sar next to him suddenly let out a surprise, which instead attracted his attention. "what happened?"

"Hey, nothing." Van der Sar smiled and put the note away, bending over and putting it in the socks.

Eastwood looked at Van der Sar suspiciously, but did not continue to question.

Seeing his teammates still entangled with the referee, Van der Sar patted Eastwood on the shoulder: "You don't seem to worry about this penalty, Freddie?"

Eastwood looked at the people and said: "The sentences are all sentenced, worry about the use. If you don't defend, I will go and score another goal. Ribery can equalize the score 45 seconds after we lose the ball. , I think I can too."

Van der Sar smiled. "Then don't leave me too far. If I catch the ball, I will throw it to you."

"It's a word."

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The penalty cannot be changed, and there is no point in continuing to struggle. The forest team's players dispersed and withdrew from the penalty area.

After a brief celebration by the Chelsea players, Lampard came up holding the football. He is the number one penalty shooter in the Chelsea team.

Van der Sar stood in front of the goal line, lowered his weight slightly, and opened his arms.

Looking at Lampard who was putting up the football, he thought of the note he had just read.

Like last season's Champions League semi-finals, it was an intelligence that filled all Chelsea's penalty shooters' penalty kick habits, and Lampard was ranked first.

Van der Sar was not a goalkeeper who was good at penalizing, but with these details, he is confident to save Lampard.

Moreover, since the World Cup, Lampard’s level of penalty kicks seems to have dropped suddenly. There have been several cases where penalty kicks have not been scored. This game is a life and death battle. This penalty is more related to whether Chelsea can finally qualify. Can Lampard bear the great pressure? These are all Van der Sar can seize and use.

He stood in front of the goal with open arms, trying to expand his defensive area, and at the same time creating a sense of psychological oppression for Lampard.

Lampard placed the penalty kick on the penalty spot, and he repeated it three times before he got up and retreated satisfied.

The noise from the stadium stands gradually disappeared, and everyone was watching the small area in front of the forest team with breathlessness.

The moment of destiny...

It is no exaggeration to say so. If Chelsea can score this goal, it will have a profound impact on the situation of the game. Chelsea can take the opportunity to stabilize the defense and deal with the Forest team. It will be difficult for the Forest team to fight back because the space they can use later is greatly reduced.

And what if Chelsea did not score? I believe that not only Chelsea fans, but also a heavy blow to Chelsea players and coaching staff. It was hard to look forward to a decisive opportunity, but I didn't grasp it... It's not an exaggeration to describe it as "distressed". There will be a period of time afterwards, Chelsea players will fall into a state of confusion, low morale, if something unfavorable to them happens during this period is normal. On the contrary, the forest team will have a high morale.

There is another point.

It is now 70 minutes, and many Chelsea players who have been running for so long have actually reached a critical point in their physical strength. This is when they are weakest, and they have to rely on willpower to support their legs, not everyone's willpower is so powerful.

Of course, if they can survive this critical point, they will continue to struggle with Nottingham Forest in the next ten minutes of the game. If you can't make it through... the result is self-evident.

Dunn said he was a gambler, why not Mourinho?

Lampard stood three steps away from the ball, waiting for the referee to blow his whistle.

The city stadium, which can accommodate up to 30,000 people, is silent in this one. Whether it is the benches, coaches, or VIP boxes on both sides, everyone is staring at the two people in the middle of the stage.

Dunn didn't speak, but bit his lip. He said that he would give Albertini the perfect farewell match. He said that he would let George step onto the finals of the UEFA Champions League again. A year ago he promised Ribery that it would not be their only break. Enter the Champions League final...

He made so many promises, how could he just watch them disappear?

"beep--"

Just when Dun En's heart was in a mess, the referee's whistle sounded, which was particularly clear in this quiet stadium.

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Lampard heard the whistle and started a run-up. The distance of three steps was very close. The run-up was completed in an instant. He tilted his body to the left and raised his right foot...volley!

As he kicked his feet, Van der Sar flew forward and jumped out. He noticed Lampard’s approach and the swing of his feet. He thought that Lampard’s body was tilted to the left, but he would not push the football to the left. The leaning of the body was just a fake move, tricking him into jumping in that direction .

So Van der Sar chose to pounce on the right side of Lampard, the left side of his body.

Just threw out, but found that Lampard did not push to any side, the football flew straight to the middle!

This is really unexpected!

In the middle road, the speed is fast and the power is great, and it seems to be unstoppable!

Can't catch it?

This thought was thrown out as soon as it came up in Van der Sar's mind.

The ball is fast, half high, mid lane...

The ball is fast? !

Thank God!

Van der Sar flew horizontally in the air and straightened his legs. It seemed a bit awkward and funny, but he knew this was the only chance.

If Lampard’s shot is powerful enough, the speed will be fast enough, then before Van der Sar’s body has completely flown out...his foot may still touch the football flying to the center!

At this moment, Van der Sar really hopes that he can have a strong long-term suspension ability like Michael Jordan, let him hover here, and then wait for the football to bump into it...

"Boom!"

There was a pounding sensation on his foot, which made him ecstatic—I blocked it!

"Unbelievable! Lampard's penalty didn't score!" The commentator couldn't hide his disappointment-Dunn's **** luck was too good!

Lampard looked up and watched the football fly over him, in a daze.

Penalty nightmare, penalty nightmare...Since the World Cup, he has been haunting him and he is unwilling to let him go.

He seemed to have returned to the 2006 World Cup in Germany. The person wearing the red Nottingham Forest jersey next to him suddenly became a Portuguese player wearing the same red shirt...

On that painful and desperate night, he was the first to appear in the penalty shoot-out. He knew what the "first person" meant, but he lived up to everyone's expectations and sent the penalty kick directly to Ricardo's arms.

After he missed the penalty, the bad mood spread to his teammates. Gerrard, who took the second penalty, was on the verge of collapse when he saw Lampard miss the ball. He forced his eyes. With tears in my heart, I went up to kick the second ball, and the consequences can be imagined...

The two of England's most stable penalty kicks both shot away. England once again fell in front of the Portuguese and lost to the penalty nightmare again.

The huge cheers dragged him back from the tranced spiritual world. He looked back and saw that his teammates were desperately returning to defense. There was only one goal-No. 11 Nottingham Forest, Eastwood, who was running with the ball!

Did not become a dead ball?

"Come on, Freddie!!" Van der Sar shouted loudly behind him, waving his fists. He didn't care if he didn't have time to show up in the close-up to celebrate saving the penalty. Now the Forest team has a great opportunity to counterattack!

Chelsea fought for seventy minutes and scored a penalty. Nottingham Timbers defended in an embarrassing manner for seventy minutes, isn't it also waiting for such an opportunity?

"Charge! Our Gypsy Rooney!!" The Forest fans in the stands shouted together with Van der Sar.

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Mourinho saw with his own eyes that his subordinate Ai would miss the penalty again, but he didn't have the time to be annoyed or furious. He has to worry about his goal now, because most people rushed for the penalty kick just now, and now there are only two central defenders besides the goalkeeper Cech.

He whispered an swear word, but he didn't know whether it was a penalty that didn't score, or the forest team's quick counterattack.

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Tang patted Dunn on the shoulder: "I said things are not that bad."

Dunn could not care to praise his foresight, and he muttered excitedly: "Come_on! Freddy, give them a fatal blow!"

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"José, maybe it's not that bad..." Technical director Grant said, standing by. "We still have Terry and Carvalho."

Mourinho scolded: "I'm the **** worried about this!"

Grant's face changed and he didn't speak any more.

Terry has a yellow card on him, and now he is the first to catch the enemy.

"Post it, don't kick!" Mourinho rushed to the sidelines and shouted.

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There was a tumult in the stadium, Terry didn't even hear Mourinho yelling from the sidelines, and he didn't have time to turn his head to see the manager's anxious expression. There was only one person in his eyes now—Eastwood, who was running with the ball.

"This situation is really like a large-scale hunting on the African grasslands. Lions in groups are chasing a lonely zebra... and the lion king is blocking the front of the prey, staring at it." The metaphor is very vivid.

A large number of Chelsea players are trying to catch up, and they are now counting on Terry in front to force Eastwood to slow down. As long as he slows down, he can form an encirclement immediately. Then the forest team's quick counterattack will also die.

"The zebra looks like there is no way to escape..."

Eastwood had intended to turn around when the distance between the two sides was not too close, and go around Terry in a big circle. Suddenly, he thought that Terry had received a yellow card in the first half.

The scene that happened to Wood flashed past his eyes.

The gypsy changed his mind, speeded up again, and rushed straight to Terry.

In Nottingham Forest, Eastwood's speed is not as fast as the four wing assaulters, but it is definitely not slow. The short sprint is still not to be underestimated.

From the backcourt to the opponent’s 30-meter area, it’s about forty meters. Eastwood knew that he had reached the limit. He could even feel the painful groan of the knee that had undergone three operations, and he could no longer run fast. . In this way, he will soon be driven by the chasing soldiers behind him, and then the forest team's fast break will end. How could Van der Sar’s gift be wasted so easily?

If it is destined to end, it is better to put on a back cushion!

John Terry saw Eastwood coming straight to him, and he greeted him without showing weakness.

Of course he knows that he has a yellow card.

But as he said to Mourinho during the intermission, if there is a particularly urgent situation, he will not hesitate to do what he should do.

Stopping the opponent is what he should do now.

The distance between the two is rapidly shrinking.

Ten meters, eight meters, six meters, five meters...

Eastwood shook his upper body, making a false move to break through, and Terry was unmoved. He just waited for the moment the football left Eastwood's control, that was the prime time to grab the ball.

suddenly!

A black shadow shot out from the diagonal stabbing, knocking out Eastwood in front of Terry!

This time it happened so suddenly that Terry didn't react at all. He was stunned, watching the football roll past him, and then heard the referee's shrill whistle sound again.

Deafening boos erupted from the stands. The dissatisfied anger of the Forest fans was certainly not vented to Terry. Their goal was the "criminal" who knocked Eastwood out and fell with Eastwood-Carvalho!

After seeing the offender, Terry was a little surprised.

The referee ran to the two who fell on the ground. He beckoned Carvalho to stand up for the foul, holding a yellow card in the other hand.

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"He—shit!" Dunn couldn't restrain the anger in his heart, and cursed, "It's just a yellow card?! This **** referee!"

The fourth official flicked his ears and walked towards him. Dunn caught a glimpse of the other party and immediately shut his mouth obediently.

It was Chris Lak who stepped in from one side and pointed to a scene on the court to complain to the fourth official: "Sir, is this a yellow card foul? Shouldn't the red card be sent off directly? Carvalho ruined our one. Fight back quickly, and in such a brutal way!"

He successfully attracted the attention of the fourth official, and Dunn escaped.

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On the other side, Mourinho let out a sigh of relief when he saw Terry safe and sound. He was really scared just now. He could see off the court that Eastwood was deliberately looking for Terry's trouble, otherwise there are so many blank areas in the backcourt, why did he take the initiative to find Terry?

Fortunately, Carvalho came forward at a critical moment to help Terry withstand the crisis.

At the price of getting a yellow card, Terry continued to stay on the court in exchange.

The forest players rushed to find Carvalho's trouble, Terry quickly stepped in to separate the two sides.

"This is a foul, but your teammates don't seem to be a big deal." He pointed to Eastwood, who was slowly getting up, and said to the passionate Forest players.

Hearing what he said, everyone realized that Eastwood really stood up on his own. He moved his body and found that it was not a major problem except for the pain in his knocked arm.

"Hey, Freddie! Are you okay?" Seeing Eastwood, the Forest player immediately turned his attention away. Carvalho was able to escape.

Terry looked at his center-back partner and said, "Thank you."

"Thank you?" Carvalho grinned, "This is a game that requires hard work to win. I'm just trying hard."

Hearing this, Terry laughed: "But now we both have a yellow card."

"What are you afraid of? I don't have one yet." Makelele said suddenly.

The other two were stunned for a moment, then the three of them looked at each other and smiled.

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The teammates surrounded Eastwood and asked for warmth, for fear that his fragile knee would be severely injured again. Eastwood was constantly annoyed: "Damn it! Damn Carvalho! If it weren't for him, Terry should have ended up with a red card now!"

Ribery shrugged when he saw this: "Well, it looks like Freddy is all right, everyone is gone!"

Eastwood's striker partner Van Nistelrooy patted him on the shoulder: "Don't think about the yellow card or the red card, it's the business to get another goal."

After George Wood saw that everything was fine for Eastwood outside the crowd, he quietly walked away.

He raised his head and glanced at the score on the big screen, still not moving, it was still 1:1.

Chelsea's penalty was not scored, and our counterattack was also unsuccessful.

No one has seized this decisive opportunity...

it's a pity. (To be continued, if you want to know what's going on, please visit www.qidian.com, there are more chapters, authors are supported, and genuine reading is supported!)

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