Lying on the ground, Wood stared at the sky of Old Trafford in a daze, and his brain went blank. He didn't know what had happened in the split second, but he could feel a warm current coming out of his nose and onto his lips, salty.

I'm supposed to keep playing, right? What's going on?

The sky above me was getting smaller and smaller, and quite a few people appeared on the edge, all of them looking at themselves.

How many people could he recognize, Demy, Roy? Keane...... The scene was chaotic, and the voices were all reverberating in his ears, and he couldn't hear what these people were saying.

While Wood was still lying on the ground and didn't know what was going on, Keane was explaining to the referee that it was purely an accident – who knew his powerful shot would be scored by George? What about Wood blocking it with his face?

There were a lot of people around Wood, and Don didn't know what was going on, he only saw George suddenly fall backwards, Keane's shot was too fast and too close, and his eyes couldn't keep up with it. But soon he saw the referee look down at the situation, get up and wave to the Forest bench, signaling the team doctor to go up.

"What's going on?" He turned his head to look at the big screen in the Old Trafford stands, where the scene was being replayed.

Keane's powerful shot slammed into Wood's nose!

Don grinned, and even he, the audience, couldn't help but feel a little pain.

Keane's shot hit Wood in the face, and it looked like Wood was injured so much that he couldn't get up from the ground...... "Before the commentator finished speaking, he saw George? Wood staggered up from the ground...... Wood was finally able to hear what was being said around him, and the referee let him off, and he froze for a moment.

The end? Red? I was sent off? How can it be! I haven't fouled yet...... No, it wasn't me who committed the foul...... That's not right, who fouled just now?

He felt that his brain was groggy and his thinking was not very clear. So he shook his head vigorously.

The referee understood this action as "no", and he was very serious to George? Wood said, "Boy, you have to get out of the game right away!" ”

"Why?" Wood, who had reacted, asked suspiciously.

"You're injured and you have to go down and get medical treatment." Albertini next to him quickly explained.

"But I think...... Nothing was a problem. "Wood wasn't lying, except for a little heavy head just now, he was fine. And the feeling of dizziness is rapidly subsiding.

Fleming, the Forest's team doctor, finally burst into the crowd, pushed aside the players who were watching the excitement, ran to Wood, and exclaimed, "Oh my God! ”

The referee next to him shook his head: "Even if your body is really strong to the point where there is no problem at all, you need to go back to the dressing room and change into a jersey." He pointed to Wood's chest, "The rules don't allow players to continue playing with bloodstained jerseys. ”

Hearing what the referee said, Wood looked down at his chest, where the yellow Forest away shirt had been stained red with blood.

What's going on?

He reached out again and touched his mouth, which was wet. Removing his hand, he saw that his fingers were also stained red - it was obvious that it was blood.

"Hell!" Watching Wood casually look down at his chest and touch his lips, Fleming, who was shocked by what he saw at first sight, finally came to his senses, and he shook his head and cursed. "George! What's wrong with you...... Have you been splashed with ketchup in your face? Look at the way you look...... What are you still doing? He stepped forward and grabbed Wood's arm. Come with me! ”

"I'm fine, I'm okay ......" Wood struggled.

"Do you really think this red is ketchup? It's blood! Fleming raised his voice and lectured the kid. At the same time, he also sighed in his heart, doesn't this kid know what it feels like to hurt? was hit directly in the face by that kind of ball, and he didn't even frown and scream in pain.

When the referee repeated the rules to Wood again, he walked to the sidelines, accompanied by team doctor Fleming, to be treated to stop the bleeding.

Roy? Keane stood outside the crowd and watched as Wood walked off the field with his head up at Fleming's behest. He was going to apologize to this kid and explain. But now it seems that this kid doesn't need it at all.

※※※ Don saw the replay on the big screen and knew that the Forest team would definitely be reduced for a while because of this. So he took advantage of the commotion on the field and the game had not yet resumed, and called Albertini to the sidelines, asking the Italian to go back and remind the whole team to defend, and the team was mainly defensive in Wood's absence. Manchester United must not be allowed to use this time to beat the Forest team by a single number.

Albertini nodded and ran back on.

After explaining this important matter, Don had the heart to go to the other side of the court. Wood was being treated there by Fleming. Hopefully it's not a broken nose...... If Wood is injured and can't play for Forest...... Don really didn't think about his replacement.

Gunnarson could, but in Donn's eyes, the man couldn't keep up with the pace of the Premier League. His level is in the current Championship, and in the previous League One, he is guaranteed to occupy a main place. But in the Premier League, in the Forest team, where the goal is not simple relegation, he can only be a substitute.

※※※ Wood was on the sidelines to stop the bleeding, and Fleming first checked whether his nose bridge bone was broken, because that kind of impact could really cause a broken nose bone, and that was not a simple matter of stuffing two paper balls.

He touched it and found it normal, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. Rub paper for Wood.

"Plug it up."

Wood obediently plugged it on and took it off again.

"I'm out of breath." Wood said to Fleming, who was confused.

"Breathe ...... through your mouth"

Wood shook his head, then raised his head high, looked at the sky, and did not answer, sniffing vigorously, occasionally twitching in his throat as if something had been swallowed.

Fleming didn't know what Wood was going to do, and soon the boy lowered his head again, and said, "All right." ”

"Okay? Stopped? Fleming was a little surprised, "What did you swallow just now?" ”

"Blood." Wood replied honestly.

Fleming grinned, "You ate all your nosebleeds?" ”

Wood nodded.

"Up...... Emperor ...... Fleming didn't know what his expression was now.

Wood ignored him and turned to walk towards the court, but was stopped by the quick-eyed Fleming: "Where are you going?" You can't go back without the referee's permission. Have you forgotten? Go back to the locker room and change your clothes. ”

Wood looked down at the red blood stains on his jersey, and it was indeed a little unsightly.

So he ran past the United bench, into the players' corridor, and went to the dressing room to change clothes.

Watching Wood disappear into the hallway, Fleming walked to the Forest's dugout. Donn asked him, "How's it going?" ”

Fleming pouted: "If you look at the way he runs, you know that there is nothing wrong with him, right?" ”

"Uh......" Donn also felt like he had asked a not-so-clever question.

"What the hell, what did he grow up eating?" Fleming frowned and muttered to himself.

"What's wrong?"

"I stuffed his nostrils with a paper ball to stop the bleeding, and he couldn't breathe. Then he looked up and drank all the blood from his nose......" Fleming said with a grin.

Hearing Fleming say this, Donn laughed instead. "Just get used to it, Gary."

As Wood returned to the sideline from the locker room, Donn stopped him: "George, how are you feeling?" ”

Wood didn't understand why he asked, "What does it feel like?" ”

"The feeling of shooting."

"I ...... I can't tell. Wood shook his head.

"Hmm...... Take your time and don't rush. Also, don't forget to defend. Don patted Wood on the shoulder and didn't say anything more.

The fourth official walked over and checked Wood's nose to make sure there was no blood on his face, neck or new jersey before allowing him to stand on the sidelines and wait for the referee to call.

Did the referee see George, who had been replaced with a new jersey? Wood, waving to him as he ran towards the Forest half, Wood ran up.

※※※Because George? Wood went back to the dressing room to change his clothes, and Forest had about five minutes to be one less man than United.

This would have been a great opportunity for United to try to break the deadlock early, as Forest is not a striker, but a very important defensive midfielder. However, Donn's early adjustment allowed the Forest team to completely abandon the attack in the past five minutes - not voluntarily giving up, but the United team attacked too hard, and they were a little unable to counterattack even if they wanted to.

Compared to Ryan Giggs on the left, Cristiano on the right side of Manchester United? Ronaldo is much more active. Frank, who has been a consistent performer for the past two months? Ribery was completely overwhelmed by the Portuguese.

Fortunately, Albertini was experienced and quickly organized the Forest midfield defence. There weren't any thrilling shots other than one time when Piqui cleared the ball and missed the ball and allowed Wayne Rooney to shoot wide unmarked.

So when Wood returned to the court, the score on the scoreboard on the big screen remained unchanged, it was still 0:0.

Nottingham Forest are far more tenacious than Manchester United think.

(To be continued)