When Drogba received the football, there was not a single Forest defender by his side, and Chelsea's tireless mobilization of the Forest defence finally made a difference, helping Drogba to shake off the annoying defence at the most crucial moments. The difficult action of turning and shooting is as common as eating for him, and Drogba "Warcraft" is the best at scoring such unconventional movements.

It was too close for Van der Sar to make a save and could only watch the ball go into the net.

At that moment, the Stamford Bridge shook and there were loud cheers. The blue sea set off huge waves, temporarily submerging the red billowing lava.

"Chelsea! Chelsea! Chelsea! Fans in blue jerseys chanted the name. At this moment, you can't hear anything but this voice.

Seeing Drogba score, Mourinho rushed out of the dugout, slid down, knelt on the ground, raised his arms and celebrated with those around him.

There was a roar of joy from the Chelsea dugout and on the bench.

'Chelsea's attack has finally paid off! A beautiful attacking organisation that tore through the Forest's defence! 1：0！ They got off to a good start at home! ”

As the side that conceded the goal, Nottingham Forest's side was deadly.

Don sat in position, still with Erlang's legs crossed, unchanged from before conceding the ball. But the expression on his face was no longer relaxed.

Nobody wants to concede a goal, whether planned or unplanned.

He must admit that Mourinho's hand was timely and brilliant. He didn't keep up with the change and conceded the goal.

'Having fallen behind on the road, Chelsea have shown Forest who is playing at home now!'

Donn got up from his seat and whistled twice into the arena. It was the code for him to communicate with Wood.

George. Wood heard Donn's whistle and turned and ran.

"Don't help defend the two wings for a while, they want to pull you out of the middle, do you see?"

Wood nodded, "I see it." ”

"It's right in the middle, let them go to the side if they want to be on the side. Your mission is to defend the middle. ”

"Okay, I see." Wood continued to nod.

"Go back and reorganize the defenses. Their passing is about moving our defence, looking for holes, not being fooled, keeping in shape. ”

Wood took the order and left.

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The game restarted and Chelsea were in high spirits after scoring a goal and hoping to take advantage of the momentum to score another goal and add a lot of goals to seal the win straight away. Although the Forest team conceded the goal, they did not lose confidence and fighting spirit, and their defense was very well organized. The game was back in a stalemate.

Five minutes passed and 10 minutes passed, and the pace slowed down as Chelsea saw that successive attacks failed to score.

Now it's Forest's turn to look for attacking opportunities.

Forest's offense is dominated by defensive counter-attacks, not in the pursuit of quantity, but in the pursuit of quality. If there is no certainty, then it is better to give up this attack than to give Chelsea another chance. Playing away, Don appeared cautious.

It can't be said that there were no good chances at all, and at the end of the first half, Forest had consecutive chances to score.

First, Piquet cut off Drogba's dribble and passed the ball to Van der Vaart, who then attacked with the ball. Eastwood picked up and made a cross with Van der Vaart, and the ball was passed to him as he switched positions. Rather than dribbling forward or passing the ball to others, Eastwood from outside the box fired a tricky shot that curled around Petr's hands but not the post.

The ball slammed into the post with a crunch.

Chelsea fans were in shock as Nottingham Forest's Ruud van Nistelrooy snatched a second point. The king of the small penalty area has a very keen sense of smell in front of goal, and he appears at the point where the ball lands for the first time and shoots with his feet.

Cech had fallen to the ground, struggling to get up. But it looked like it was too late, and he was still far away from the football when he reached out.

Captain Terry flew in and crossed in front of Cech.

"Van Nistelrooy!"

"Hit Terry!"

"Is it handball? …… It doesn't look like so! The referee said nothing and John Terry managed to keep the back of the net in what was Forest's best chance of the first half so far...... What a pity! ”

Terry used his chest to keep Van Nistelrooy's shot out, and if it wasn't angled at the right angle, it looked as if Terry had turned around and used his arm to block the ball. Eastwood raised his hand to signal to the referee for Terry's handball, but the referee ignored him and blew a corner for Forest.

Van Nistelrooy, who shot the goal, didn't bother with the referee about it, and he scratched his head in annoyance. It's a shame it didn't go in. He watched before he shot and didn't see a single Chelsea player except for one lying on the ground, Cech.

When Ruud van Nistelrooy took the shot, Donn lifted his ass off his seat and put his hands out in front of him, ready to cheer for the goal. But when he saw Terry block the football like a god, he slapped his palms on the ground, and he couldn't celebrate, and became a prostrate pounding position.

"Luck! Luck! bad luck! The unwilling Don kept babbling.

'Chelsea escaped, Jose Mourinho breathed a sigh of relief from his seat. With three minutes to go before the end of the first half, Chelsea will head into the break with a point advantage barn of surprises. ”

Forest made a slight adjustment to the corner. Forest had won three corners, all of which went straight to goal, but it didn't work out well. This time they switched to a short corner.

Van der Vaart passes the ball to Ashley, who comes up to pick it up. Young, instead of rushing to cross, Yang passed the ball to George again. Wood. Forest were looking to make the most of the final three minutes as they patiently passed the ball and looked for holes in Chelsea's defence.

Chelsea, on the other hand, retreated and intended to hold on until the end of the first half.

Forest kept passing the ball from the outside, from left to right and from right to left. Chelsea weren't fooled, their defensive formation was tight and they didn't give Forest the chance to find a straight line to play into dangerous territory.

Van der Vaart is the heart of the Forest's playmaker, the ball has been passed to his feet many times, but he doesn't have a good chance to get the ball where it needs to go, now he is more like an ordinary receiver, receiving the ball and passing it out, and then receiving the ball and passing it out, the football always does lateral movement.

What the Forest need now is not a lateral pass, but a through pass with a penetrating surname. If it's just a sideways pass, that's what Chelsea want to see the most.

With little time left in the first half, Forest were at a loss against Chelsea's stubborn hold.

In the back of George. Wood was a little anxious, and if he couldn't tie the score in the first half, it would be a big blow to his own morale.

He looked around, and all but two centre-backs had gone up. But everyone going up may not have a good effect, and now the front is crowded with people, and our passing and passing has instead passed our own route and space to death.

Offense for George. For Wood, it's forward, and if you can't go forward, it's not an attack, and if everyone is passing sideways, then even if you keep the football on your side for 90 minutes, you can't get in.

Do you want Wood to have any good passes? Nor did it.

Van der Vaart is much more experienced and capable of organising the attack than he is, and there is nothing he can do against Chelsea's iron bucket formation, George. How else can Wood get football in?

But George. Wood has George. Wood's philosophy and approach to football.

He ran up and beckoned Van der Vaart, who was facing away from goal, to pass the ball over.

Meanwhile, the fourth official held up a sign on the sidelines for a minute of first-half stoppage time. The game time has gone to forty-five minutes.

Van der Vaart was a little hesitant and wanted to find a way to deliver a lethal blow that would penetrate the opposition defence.

Wood got closer and closer, and there were already Chelsea players noticing him.

"Watch out for that kid!" Terry yelled from behind, and Essien raised his position a little to stop Wood.

"Give me the ball!" Wood couldn't help but scream.

Van der Vaart had no choice but to pass the ball back to Wood.

The soccer ball was rolling towards him, and Essien pounced on him with the soccer ball.

George. Wood has his own philosophy of football, which is not complicated at all, very simple – complex doesn't work, just simple and straightforward.

He didn't want to move the ball nicely into some defensive corner – he didn't think about it at all!

Essien initially thought Wood would receive the ball and pass it, just like the other Forest players involved in the attack. But he soon realized that something was wrong. Wood's running speed and pace don't seem like it's about stopping the ball...... Obviously, he's sprinting, he's pacing, he's going to ......

Shot!

Essien, who reacted, picked up his pace and pounced sideways, intending to block Wood's shot with his body.

Wood's gaze went over Essien's body and towards goal. He didn't see a path to pass the ball in the crowd, but he did see a path to shoot......

Just for a moment, that's enough!

Hit the ground with his left foot, raise his arm, twist his body, swing his right leg, and pump it hard against the rolling football!

"Bang!"

“ge_oooooooooo…… gooooooooal！！ hat_a_great_goal！ Amazing goal! ”

The soccer ball swept across Stamford Bridge like a comet and crashed headlong into the net, causing a stirring of brilliance.

Cech hasn't even changed his position. He was obscured by the crowd at the front of the penalty area, and when he saw the football appear, the ball seemed to be tearing through the sky and rushing out of the rolling dark clouds, and it was in front of him in an instant, and it was too late to make a move, and the football whistled past his ears......

It's too fast, it's too powerful......

This is George. Wood's philosophy and approach to football is simple and straightforward, but it is also the most effective.

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"George. Wood! It was his first goal for Forest in the Champions League! As a defensive midfielder, his shooting skills are not praised, but this one is ...... It's the world wave, the world wave without a doubt! ”

Cheers rang out at the same time in the taverns inside Nottingham City.

"You're the best, George!"

"them, Captain!"

Meanwhile at Stamford Bridge, Chelsea fans were momentarily silent as Forest fans were thrilled by the goal.

"George—" Fan leader John the Fat yelled from the stands.

His brethren followed with a loud voice: "-ooooood!!" ”

This is a volcanic eruption, and as the temperature rises, the sea water starts boiling. The entire Stamford Bridge pitch was like a pot of boiling water, gurgling non-stop.

"This ball is so beautiful! It's hard to believe it's from George. Wood's Feet...... Speed, power, and angle...... If you let him do it again, I don't know if I can score it? But regardless, Nottingham Forest relied on George. Wood's world wave levelled the score to a draw, and as the first half drew to a close, the two sides were back on the same page! ”

This time, Donn, who was on the sidelines, didn't waste his expression and style, when the football rushed into the net, he jumped up violently, spun around in the air, and couldn't wait to hug the people around him one by one after landing on the ground.

"Well done!" He gritted his teeth and shouted the phrase. "Well done fucking beautifully!"

"But I was surprised that it was George who scored such a goal...... "Chris Lack, who was next to him, said.

"Even if it's luck, as long as the ball goes in, it's OK!"

George who scored the goal. Wood didn't stop on the pitch to celebrate with his team-mates, and after reacting to his goal, he immediately turned and ran to the bench, and after running wildly, he exchanged a hard hug with Albertini.

Demy is about to leave, and he has taught himself for three seasons, from defense to offense, from how to be a professional player to how to be a captain, and he has had more influence on him than even those coaches.

This is for you, Captain...... Thank you!

Nottingham Forest's new and old captains hugged each other tightly.

"George. Wood dedicated the goal to Demitrio. Albertini, the Italian man who influenced him the most during his career. Albertini will retire at the end of the season, and if Forest can make it to the final, it will be the best parting gift for him! George. Wood's goal gave Forest hope of qualifying, and an away goal is often worth a fortune when it matters most! ”

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Mourinho had nothing to say about the goal. His players were good enough to give Forest a chance to get the ball in. Unexpectedly, Wood, who has always been the worst at shooting, penetrated Cech's ten fingers with an earth-shattering world wave hole......

This...... What a non-war crime!

He holds a small mini laptop computer with real-time data from the game, so he can watch the game and understand the game. Just George. The stats of Wood's shot are also out and are being displayed on the screen.

One hundred and forty.

That's the speed of the ball.

Mourinho threw his laptop to his assistant, shook his head and said, "What else can we say?" That bastard was so lucky, even George. People like Wood can make it to the world......"

There was silence in the Chelsea dugout, and as Mourinho said, they didn't know what to say. Such a goal was completely unplanned.

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Chelsea were not even given a chance to kick off the pitch and the referee blew the whistle for the end of the first half. Players from both sides walked towards the corridor. Wood was favored by the televised cast, and the camera camera followed him all the time, giving him big close-ups, interspersed with replays of his goal. It was a powerful long-range shot that made you want to jump out of your seat......

Don and Don stood on the sidelines, watching the players leave the field.

"Now you can watch Demy's retirement with a normal mind, right?"

"An old friend is leaving, how can he still have a normal heart?" Donn pouted, "George is George, Demi is Demy." But I'm happy to see George grow every step of the way, and Demy is happy too. ”

In the sight of the two, Albertini, who was waiting for George at the entrance of the corridor, grabbed him and patted him on the head. The intimacy felt like a father complimenting a son who had done well.

"It was an important decision in my coaching career to go to Italy and snatch Demy from Atalanta. I want Demi to help me lead this young team and pass on his experience to the youngsters. He's done a great job, and now it's my turn to make good on his promise. ”

(To be continued)