"George. Wood breaks through with the ball along the wing! He's fast...... Oops, cut off by Ramos! Wait a minute...... Gareth. Bale, he passed the ball again...... Ramos has absolutely no choice, George. Wood catches the ball again, breakaway! ”

An excited voice came from the TV, like a machine gun, and the sound was even slightly distorted in the incessant "swoop".

Compared to the agitated commentator, the Forest fans who watched the game in front of the TV were somewhat silent. Of course, it's not because they don't care enough about their team, it's because they don't have time to make a sound. The group remained in the same position: the bearer of a heavy beer glass, mouth wide open, looking up at the TV screen, all thoughts on it.

"George. Wood bursts into the penalty area and stabs it out! ”

At this time, someone in the crowd shouted in a low voice: "Fuck me...... George, score their goals! Score their goals!! ”

"Shoot, George! Shoot! ”

"It's your last chance, it's up to you, Captain!"

When Wood finally shot the ball at his feet, all the sounds in the bar died down in an instant. The bar was quiet as if nothing had come from here before.

They watched as the football was blocked by Casillas, and their hearts rose to their throats, fearing that the football would deflect off the ball. While the soccer ball was still stubbornly flying towards the goal, they saw Marcelo shoveling towards the soccer ball again, so that the heart that had just been hung up almost jumped out of his mouth this time, and some people covered their mouths with their hands.

The ball eventually rolled into the goal with Marcelo, and instead of breathing a sigh of relief, the group roared like a collective madness.

"Fuck Real Madrid! We won! We are the champions!! ”

“gooooal！ gooooal！！ ”

"Forest Forest! Nottingham Forest! ”

"Nottingham Forest, la-la! Nottingham Forest, la-la!! ”

The beer was undrunk, and it was all thrown to the ceiling.

“ooooooooooooo——”

It's just a microcosm of most of the pubs in Nottingham, and when Wood scored, half of Nottingham was in a frenzy.

In some places, fireworks are even set off.

Meanwhile, inside the Santiago Bernabeu stadium north of Madrid, Spain, a brief silence has just faded.

All the sounds seemed to come out of the ground, unceremoniously hitting everyone's eardrums.

The TV and radio narrators are desperate to tell every viewer and listener what has just happened here.

The 80,000 fans at the scene expressed their emotions clearly. The emotions of Real Madrid fans are very mixed, disappointed, angry, unwilling, and unbelieving converge, and the boos are much more messy. And the fans of Nottingham Forest are much simpler - excited, unbridled excitement! They squandered that emotion in the stands, singing, screaming, hugging and kissing everyone around them, even if it was the same surname.

Even the most cultured person may not be able to control his emotions after such a hundred and twenty minutes. Not to mention Evan. Dogeti wanted to vent his emotions in front of Florentino and let the other party see, this is the fate of underestimating the Forest team!

So after the ball went in, Evan jumped up from his seat as soon as possible, raised his arms and shouted as if no one was around: "goal! gooal！！ ”

Real Madrid president Florentino, who was right next to him, could only blacken his face and endure the disguised insults of his opponents. Behind him, the officials and VIPs of Real Madrid also stared at the smug figure with unkind faces. They must have mentally classified the president of the English club as "uneducated".

But do you have any other tricks besides slandering them? Who let their team concede a goal at the last minute?

Allen was the calmer of the Nottingham Forest camp and he didn't celebrate the goal as indulgently as Mr. President, just smiling and applauding.

On the sidelines, Michelle. Gonzalez looked at the Forest players in celebration on the field. Conceding a goal at this time is tantamount to declaring Real Madrid's defeat. He stood alone on the sidelines, silent in the dugout and bench behind him. Real Madrid could not accept such a reality for a while.

Next door, Nottingham Forest's bench and coach's bench were already hugging each other, screaming like a woman.

Donn doesn't show his emotions as openly as his colleagues because he doesn't get as excited as those people, and after seeing Wood score, he was relieved in addition to the initial excitement.

He just opened his arms, raised his head, and leaned back slightly, holding this position. I don't even have the strength to open my mouth and shout something.

For a while no one came up to disturb him, so he stood in this position for a long time. Until Eastwood lunged up and grabbed him from behind.

"Boss! Chief! We won, didn't we? We're champions, aren't we? We're the Triple Crown, aren't we! ”

The voice of excitement was more of a declaration than an inquiry.

George. Wood, the scorer. After he scored, he swung his fist hard and smashed it into the sky, only to feel a surge of qi in his chest, and he couldn't help but open his mouth to yell.

As he shook his fists and roared in place, the rest of Nottingham Forest's players swarmed in, their faces contorted with excitement.

"Well done, Captain!"

"We've won, ahaha!"

"We're the Triple Crown!"

Wood was pushed to the ground by his teammates who rushed up, and a crowd screamed and pressed up. There aren't many opportunities like that. Wood is not a striker, there are few goals, and the way of celebrating is not always available.

The Nottingham Forest players were celebrating, and most of the Real Madrid players were watching with indifference, having already conceded defeat - the goal in the 120th minute would not have had time for them to equalise, and there were no four or five minutes of injury time left in extra time.

Only Franck Ribery protested to the referee that the Forest team had been celebrating for too long. At this point, the Forest fans didn't boo him, they were still celebrating, and no one was bothering to pay attention to an underdog.

Raul, the former spiritual symbol of Real Madrid, a source of strength, a leader in the dressing room. At the moment, he was sitting in the VIP box, looking helplessly at the venue. In such a situation, even if he is on the field, it will not help. Real Madrid's 10th Champions Cup is so difficult to win. He sat down in his chair and sighed.

Ribery's protest was met with a positive response from the referee, who ran up to the Forest players and pulled the carried away men up one by one, warning them not to deliberately delay the game.

Ignoring the referee's warning, the Forest players were still waving to the stands in celebration after being pulled up. At the same time, he slowly ran back to his own half.

Donn didn't know how many minutes of stoppage time would be, and his mind was fairly clear compared to his colleagues. As the players ran back to half-court, he yelled at them from the sidelines: "Watch defensive! Don't get fucking carried away, guys!! The game isn't over yet! ”

"George!" He shouted Wood's name again and asked him to act as captain to remind the players on the pitch not to rush to celebrate the victory.

Wood nodded. The excitement of the goal was no longer visible on the monster's face. He kept his face as if they were the ones behind him.

In fact, Don was a little overly worried. When the referee signalled for the Real Madrid players to kick off in the centre circle, some of them were still in place – they had lost their fighting spirit at the last minute.

Casillas had planned to rush into the Forest box at the end of the minute to get involved, but his team-mates didn't give him the chance.

Ribery raised his hand in the middle to ask for the ball, Ronaldo ignored it, cut in directly from the wing and shot straight away!

Akinfeev jumped up and just stretched out his hand, and the ball flew over the crossbar.

It was Real Madrid's last attack of the game, the last shot on goal......

Akinfeev was going to delay the game, and he pretended to be unhappy with the team's defense, and then turned to the caddie to ask for the ball, which had already been smashed on him.

The most hardcore Real Madrid fans still have illusions, but the referee's whistle brutally shatters this illusion.

"Full game is over!!" The narrator announced in a lengthened voice. "3:2, Nottingham Forest won the final victory! With their captain George. Wood's goal in the 120th minute saw them beat Real Madrid at the Bernabeu Stadium to win the UEFA Champions League in 13-14! ”

The sound was heavenly to the ears of Forest fans, and everyone's nervousness melted away with the voice, followed by indescribable excitement.

The Forest players and coaches, who had been waiting outside the pitch for a long time, rushed into the pitch at the same time as the whistle sounded. Celebrate their victory.

And Tony. Don hadn't forgotten to shake hands with the opposing head coach after the game.

Reporters swarmed him and surrounded him, and he had to squeeze them out of the way to shake Michelle's hand.

"Congratulations, Mr. Donn." Despite losing the most important game of the season, Michelle still has a polite smile on his face. People from aristocratic and wealthy families are really more personable than the lower-class grass-roots like Don.

Don didn't accept his congratulations as triumphantly as Michelle thought. On the contrary, the smile on his face was not obvious. He shook the Real Madrid manager's hand and replied: "It was a good game, thank you, Mr. González. ”

There was no further communication between the two, with Michelle going to reassure his players and Don facing a crowd of reporters and his players at the same time.

"Mr. Donn, can you talk about how it feels to win the Champions Cup again?" It was the English media who asked the question. The reporter was so proud of the "again" in his question that he had even thought of Donn's reaction - laughing and complimenting him: "Again? I like it! ”

But he was disappointed, there was something unusual about Don today, he wasn't as excited and excited as people thought. He just squeezed out, not going to answer questions.

"Mr. Donn, is achieving the Triple Crown the most memorable thing of your career?"

"Mr. Donn, George. Do you have any comment on Wood's late goal? Is this your specific arrangement? ”

"Can you talk about Pepe's foul and the red card ......?"

"I'm sorry, I asked at the press conference for a while, thank you......" Don waved his hand and squeezed out. As a champion coach, he put on a stand again in the eyes of reporters.

Until I saw George. Wood, a distinct smile appeared on his face.

Still, Wood keenly captured the change in his expression.

"Don't you look happy?" Wood asked.

"Where?" Don smiled and spread his hands, "I just don't want that group of reporters to get carried away and keep asking questions." At this time, I just want to be with you. ”

Wood took Donn's word for it, and then he made a move that no one expected - he hugged Donn tightly.

"Thank you, Chief."

Don patted him on the back, "I'm the one to say thank you, George." Thank you for the last goal......"

He was about to say something, only to find that he had lost his center of gravity - he had been lifted by Wood and the rest of the players.

"Wow!" Don was taken aback.

"Hey, boss, don't move! You're the coach of the championship team! ”

The players below giggled and shouted at him.

Once again, for the third time this season, he was lifted up by the players to enjoy the treatment that belonged only to him - to be worshipped.

The English commentator who saw this scene also laughed: "Ha! The King of Nottingham Forest! ”

And the Italian narrator gave Don a new title - "Don", Don. Sir, Your Excellency, there is another meaning - Godfather.

"Tony. Tang Dynasty. Dawn. Nottingham Forest is the godfather of the deserved. He led the team to three European Cups, three Premier League titles, one League Cup, one FA Cup, and several other international and continental cups. He is England's most successful manager since Alex Ferguson. Since Alex Ferguson is the godfather of Manchester United, he can also be the godfather of Nottingham Forest. The Italians said this without the slightest sarcasm, no matter how arrogant and annoying he had been, how much he had suffered, how much he had been wronged, how much he had been wronged, no matter how much he had suffered and how much he had been wronged. At this time, in the face of brilliant results, they also had to serve - the godfather of the championship.

He is the godfather of Nottingham Forest and synonymous with the title.

"Don", he can accept it calmly.

Don sat on the shoulders of the players, clenched his fists and reached into the sky. The Bernabeu played Queen's classic "We Are the Champions" live, and the figure above the crowd grew taller and taller amid the impassioned music.

(To be continued)