Michael? Bernard has never been so anxious as he is today, even in the face of the difficulties of his clients and sudden official duties, he always copes with ease, with a polite smile on his face, so that his subordinates feel full of confidence when they see it, no matter what difficulties they must have.

But today is different.

At noon, he locked himself in his office, specifically instructed his secretary not to let anyone disturb him, and then planned to watch the game live online. But it was so unfortunate that before he could do so, he was called in by his immediate boss to talk.

This is really a tragedy, and what is even more tragic is that his boss talked to him with great interest this time, telling him that the company intends to further promote him and may entrust him with important responsibilities. He didn't dare not go to such a conversation, nor did he dare to show any impatience in the conversation...... Although he is indeed very impatient.

Looking at the boss opposite, he really had such an impulse: he grabbed the heavy glass ashtray on the table, put it on his head, and then snatched the door himself and ran to watch the game. As for work or something...... What is the time to think about that?

This unexpected conversation made him realize one thing clearly - it turned out that he still couldn't lose the football in his heart. He thought he had forgotten, but in fact he had not forgotten, but had buried it in the deepest part of his heart, so deep that he could not even notice it. Until today, the rush to watch the European Championship made him wake up like a dream.

When his boss was done with his business, he was able to leave. Looking at the watch on his wrist, there were less than five minutes left until the end of the 90-minute game.

He trotted all the way to the elevator, but found that the elevator was still far away from the tenth floor, and looked at his watch again. He didn't have time to wait for the elevator here, so he simply rushed to the stairwell next to him and ran down in a hurry.

Even though it was only for a few minutes, he didn't want to give up. His affection for English football has faded, and the only team in his life that makes him fanatical is Nottingham Forest. He just wanted to see what his old friend looked like on the most dazzling stage of the World Series.

I don't know if it's still so arrogant, ha!

Like a whirlwind, Michael blew up the papers and documents on the tables on both sides of the aisle, and in the surprised eyes of his subordinates, he blew into his office, and did not forget to blow the door shut.

Michael, who flew to his desk, eagerly clicked on the link to the live stream and fidgeted for the media.

The quality of the network in the United States is very good, and the live online broadcast only took more than ten seconds to connect, and it was very smooth.

His eyes were fixed on the computer screen, and he almost forgot to breathe.

In the player, the first scene he saw was the fourth official standing on the sidelines, holding up the sign for injury time: 5.

"Five minutes of stoppage time!" ESPN's narrator is telling Michael, who has just started the live broadcast, in English. "With England still 2-1 down and only five minutes left, I can't imagine Donne's side trying to turn things around......

As he spoke, the camera focused on England manager Tony standing in front of the dugout. Dawn.

Michael saw his long-lost friend, but he didn't see his face, because it was Tony who first caught his eye? Donn's back. The man was standing on the sidelines, his hands on his chest, the back of his white shirt drenched in sweat.

The live broadcast did not give him a frontal close-up, because the game on the field had entered a white-hot stage, and the camera just flickered behind Don and then turned to the field again.

"England are in trouble, there are five minutes of stoppage time and they have to catch it or it's all over!" But will they be able to seize those five minutes? Or rather...... Can the Italian team give them a few minutes? You know, it's Italy who are in possession right now! ”

"Let them just dump the ball in the back? That's not going to work! Vaughn rushed forward, hoping to break the ball up front.

Seeing this, Chiellini hurriedly passed the football to Silvestri next to him.

Silvestri had just come on the pitch and didn't even run hot with his feet, so in such a hurry, he suddenly received a pass from his teammate, and his stop was a little bigger. It was as if a shark had smelled blood, and Rooney appeared in front of him in an instant. At this time, don't think about continuing to control the ball at your feet, in order not to make mistakes, Silvestri directly kicked the football out of the way.

England finally got possession. By this time, it was less than five minutes, and they had to seize every time to attack.

The Italian team did not have the strength to harass in the front court anymore, and after 90 minutes of fierce fighting, they had little physical strength left, and in order not to go wrong, they chose to retreat to the half court to defend. Lippi doesn't care how embarrassed his team will be in these last few minutes, as long as he can hold on, then he will be the one who will be the best in the end.

Facing an Italian team that even recycled their strikers to the edge of the penalty area to participate in the defense, the England team was a little helpless. After passing the ball sideways several times in a row, I still couldn't find the right time to pass the ball through. Bentley, who was a little anxious, simply came to the ribs with a foot that was ridiculously wide from a distance...... The Italian fans in the stands applauded his shot and thanked him for helping to squander another chance for England.

Don was no longer as restless as he had been, and he was indifferent to Bentley's blind long-range shot, and he didn't make any annoyed moves, nor did he yell at it. As if it wasn't his team that was behind. Maybe it should be said that he can't do anything at the moment, as a manager, he has done everything he should do, and it is impossible to help the team play by himself, right?

What happens after that depends on the performance of the players.

Like James? Vaughn hasn't made an inch of success since he came on the court.

Vaughn himself was unhappy with this – he complained when he wasn't playing that he wasn't being used, and Abonlaho, who replaced him, scored a goal. And when he had the opportunity to play, the team was facing a crisis, and he didn't contribute, which is really unreasonable.

※※※ "We need to score!" Rooney! Vaughn! And Walcott, what are you doing?! ”

In bars across the UK, countless people are staring at the screen and asking such questions. Don has already used all three substitutions, and the rest of the matter can't be found on his head.

"What can we do at this time? We can't go up and help them score, but we can motivate them with our songs! "From the stands at the Bernabeu, John was speaking generously to his mates." Guys, sing along with me – St. George bless England! St. George blesses England——!! ”

"St. George bless England!!"

The song came out of everyone's mouth, as if a river had merged into the ocean, and finally formed a storm crashing on the shore.

At this time, the English fans became the absolute masters of the stands, and the Italians were crushed by them.

However, it didn't seem that their singing had much effect, as England failed to threaten the Italian goal in the first three minutes of stoppage time.

"It's Italy, it's Lippi. This set of defense makes Tony? Donn's England side were at a loss. It's a sad reality that Italy are getting closer to their second European Championship in their history, while England, who were leading the way, are moving away from their first European Championship......

I don't know if anyone else thinks so, but John and their fan phalanx didn't stop singing because of that.

Even Mortenson was a little discouraged: "Maybe only the gods who fell from the sky can save us...... It's a cruel reality, who would have thought we were a goal ahead twenty minutes ago? ”

※※※ The fourth minute of stoppage time has officially begun.

Now that the managers of both teams are out of cards, all they can do is watch the show. Lippi also got up from his seat and slowly walked to the sidelines. At such a tense moment, even after experiencing countless ups and downs, he couldn't sit back anymore.

This full stop is almost complete.

George? Wood was on the ball and he didn't face much defensive pressure as he was positioned further back and the Italians were further back, with a long distance between the two. The cautious Italians didn't rush up to break the ball and they didn't want to give England a chance to play behind.

Wood gave the ball to Bentley on the wing, and Bentley then passed the long ball to Chris on the other side? Cohen.

It seems that England can only pass so meaninglessly, and cannot send the ball forward.

Chris? Cohen crosses with his feet. Rooney struggled to get the ball, but the ball hit Crichito and flew off the line.

England soon took a corner and it was a tactical kick. Wood stepped forward to answer and passed the ball back to the rushing full-back Joe? Mattok. Mattok faced Balotelli's defense and was about to break through after a false shot, but was dropped to the ground by Balotelli.

The referee's whistle blew and England were awarded a narrow free-kick on the left side of the Italian goal, more like a closer 30-degree corner.

At this time, every set-piece could break the opponent's goal, Terry and Taylor all pressed it, even Joe? Hart is ready to rush up and make a contribution to the team.

Bentley is a right-footed player, so it stands to reason that a free-kick from this angle should be crossed, and it makes more sense for it to be played with the left foot. However, a right-footed player kicking a free kick on the left has another effect.

Bentley set the ball and got up and walked away. Just wait for the referee's whistle.

"It's an inspin ball! Watch out for their rear plug on!! Goalkeeper Amelia chanted in front of goal for his team-mates to keep a tight watch.

At this time, players from both sides were concentrated near the penalty spot and did not crowd in front of goal like the corner. This is obviously to get the penalty players to kick the football towards the goal, instead of spinning it outside, and then the middle group will plug in and rush to the top of the goal, and the defenders will have to sprint towards the goal with the attacking players, and in this process, it will be a bit difficult for them to shake their heads and push the football in the opposite direction...... Even if no one can hit the target, the ball will continue to fly straight to the back corner of the goal in a predetermined trajectory, and if Amelia is shaken by anyone in the whole process, losing the lead and due judgment, it can cause the ball to fly straight into the goal.

That's the benefit of having the right-footed player play set-pieces on the left and the left-footed player on the right.

With such an obvious tactic, how could the Italian team not see it. The Italians stepped up their close marking of England's players and did not hesitate to use jersey tugging to stop their attacks.

All eyes were on Bentley's aerial ball.

George? Wood stood next to Bentley, but didn't pay any attention. Although Wood scored a goal from a free-kick against France, the free-kick was directly in front of the penalty area, on the line of the penalty area, and the angle of the shot was very good. Now that the ball and goal are at an angle of about 30 degrees, Amelia can easily block the angle. Shooting hard won't work here.

In the penalty area, the English and Italian players were entangled, one trying to get rid of it, and the other desperately clinging. They don't give in to each other, but the English players have their own little calculations - let them pull at this time, it's okay. When the ball comes out, you just need to take advantage of the situation, maybe it's a penalty?

The referee withdrew from the box and blew the whistle to kick off.

Bentley didn't pass the ball straight into the box after the run, but instead moved away!

Wood, who was standing on the sidelines, rushed up, picked up his left foot, and pumped the football straight in!

Starting from Amelia to striker Foti, Italy's eleven people put the center of gravity of defense in the air, and no one expected that this ball would fly towards the goal on the turf!

Could it really be a direct shot?

Amelia was shocked, and quickly lowered her center of gravity, sank down, and tried to pounce sideways.

At the same time, the British Royal Jockey Club in the penalty area is like a gunshot. Players from both Italy and England fought for the lead and rushed to the goal.

It's not a shot at all, it's a cross, it's just a Wood-style cross, and the ball goes towards the far corner of the goal, as long as someone touches it in the process...... Wayne Rooney, who was at the front of the post, did not hit the ball under the interference of Crichito, and he passed the football. Wood's powerful "volley" was really too fast, and the chance to shoot was fleeting.

Walcott and Terry in the middle did not touch the football, but collided with Chiellini and Silverrie.

This collision also interfered with Amelia, and when he finally got out of the situation in front of him and was about to make a save, he found out that it was too late!

In the chaotic forbidden area, no one outside can see what is really going on. I saw a white figure in the crowd suddenly stabbed out, like a dagger flashing with cold light, and then I saw the football suddenly change direction just one step away from the goal and roll over the goal line!

It was quite an unexpected scene. No one expected that this free kick would actually result in a goal!

“hat？ hat…… hat_the_great_gooooooooal！！！ ”

John, who was a little depressed just now? Mortensen was instantly resurrected.

"What do we see? A miracle is happening! England equalised in the fourth minute and 10 seconds of stoppage time!! Who scored the goal? Or is it just an own goal at all?! ”

In confusion, a person rushed out of the crowd in front of the Italian goal, but it was James in a white jersey? Vaughn!

As he ran to the corner flag, he lifted his jersey in front of the camera camera, revealing the T-shirt he had been preparing for a long time, which read: "We are with you, Aaron!" ”

"This ball is for you, Aron!" He shouted at the camera, pointing to the T-shirt on his chest.

"James? Vaughn! James? Vaughn!! He saved England!! Did he save Tony? Don's Heart!! ”

Mortensen roared hoarsely and nearly lost his voice.

"What happened? The ball went in? England equalised? The Italian commentator used three interrogative sentences in a row, and the shock in his heart was unmistakable. God, what's going on?! ”

The tsunami-like shouts from the English fans in the stands answered him: "Hooray! James? Vaughn! Banzai! St. George! ”

※※※ Amelia is lying on the ground with her hands spread out in a large zigzag. At this time, he didn't even have the strength to get up, he just felt weak, and all the strength of his body was taken away with this lost ball.

What's going on? His mind is still unclear.

Why is this happening?

This is probably also a question shared by countless Italians.

Lippi stood on the sidelines, watching the ball roll into the goal, his face still expressionless.

Tony next door? Donn jumped up from the ground and shook his fist as hard as he wanted to break his arm in celebration of the goal.

His heart, which had been beating faster in his chest just now, suddenly slowed down, and his breathing was no longer rapid.

The catastrophe is not dead...... Vaughn yells at the camera camera of the corner flag, followed by the equally excited players. It was a late equaliser and it was a good celebration.

But someone interrupted their festivities.

George? Wood rushed into the Italian goal and snatched the ball away from Thornton. Then he shouted to his teammates who were still in the corner flag area: "The game is not over yet!!" ”

Seeing him like this, Lippi, who had always been as steady as Tarzan, felt a chill in such a scorching heat - what a terrible fellow...... Lippi felt that even if the two sides were drawn, it was not unacceptable, at least 30 minutes remained, he could readjust and drag it out until the penalty shoot-out Italians did not suffer. Can George? Wood clearly didn't think so, and he wanted the game to be over in those ninety-five minutes!

Even if there was only a second left, the game was not over for him.

※※※“yes！ Michael shook his fist at the monitor. Vaughn's late goal was so exciting. Even those who are far away in the United States can't help but feel hot.

At the same time, in large and small bars in the UK.

Golden hops bloomed above everyone's heads, and countless beers were tossed into the air.

"Cheers to England!!"

Vaughn wanted to turn around and hug Wood, who was assisting him, but saw Wood waving to him and motioning for him to hurry back to the court.

This move surprised him a little, wasn't the equaliser enough?

You don't have much time left, what else does he want to do? Still want to score?

Before he had time to think about it more, he was carried back to the pitch by his teammates to prepare for the next game.

※※※ Lippi only stood on the sidelines for a moment before turning around and walking back, he had to discuss the tactical strategy of extra-time with Ferrara.

Similarly, Donn called Walker to his side and began to prepare for extra-time and even a penalty shootout.

"We must curb their morale! In the first half of extra time, we attacked! "Lippi himself may not have noticed that his voice had been raised unconsciously, and it was clear that he was very emotional." Take the initiative back in your hands and tell them, don't rush, don't panic. There are only a few dozen seconds left in the game, and the Englishman must be thinking about extra time! ”

"It's a damn five-minute break......," Donn complained that the game was coming to an end, and England's hard-won morale could be lost to the five-minute break. Well, put this aside...... It's going to be extra time and we've got to be ready. Tell them during breaks not to get carried away. The Italians are still very strong. Thirty minutes of extra time was reassuring to them...... Bastard! He still couldn't help but scold.

※※※ The managers of both sides are racking their brains off the pitch for the sudden increase in 30 minutes of play, hoping to overwhelm each other and continue to take the initiative on the pitch into their own hands.

On the pitch, Wood seized the last moment to tell his teammates what to do next.

"I don't want to play extra time, not a minute. They thought we'd accept the result......" he gestured to the opposite side. "We're going to surprise them."

'But what are we going to do to score another goal? There's no time, George ...... "Terry has questions.

"I don't know......" Wood was honest. Shaking his head, he replied, if it weren't for his temper, Terry really thought he was joking...... But as the captain, he must just be using this way to boost morale, right? It's not really unacceptable to a draw, it's actually a good result because at least we don't lose in 90 minutes. Now there are still thirty minutes left, and we can still bounce back and make a comeback.

That's what Terry thought. Wood didn't really want to score a third goal, but just said "big words" to keep everyone's morale going.

The ball was repositioned by Wood on the tee point in the centre circle, James? Vaughn and Wayne? Wayne Rooney stood outside the centre circle, waiting for the Italian players to come up and kick off.

Vaughn was a hero once, but now he doesn't have the heart to think about the treatment that heroes should enjoy. Because the game is not over yet, it is just an equaliser. The captain was right, the game wasn't over yet.

Standing on the sidelines, Lippi was yelling at the Italian players inside: "Keep the football at your feet, don't kick it easily!" Drag the time to the end!! ”

At this time, his originally meticulous silver hair had become scattered because of his fierce movements, and his gentlemanly demeanor had long since left him. England's late equaliser gave the cunning silver fox a taste of danger, and years of experience had taught him that it was dangerous "adventurism" to never think about scoring goals and then taking the lead. Anyway, there was less than a minute left in the game, and it was not until extra time that there was any hope of winning the game. In his original tactics, there was a plan for overtime.

Don didn't rush to the sidelines to yell because he also felt that the game was destined to be dragged into overtime, and it would be stupid to run and yell some nonsense.

Italy strikers Foti and Balotelli have come up to prepare for kick-off, and they have received the latest instructions from the head coach that the game will go to extra time.

Vaughn, Rooney, Walcott and the others, who were waiting in front, suddenly heard a voice coming from behind them.

"Go up and grab it! Leave the defense alone and grab their balls! "Is it George? Wood! "Get the ball down, we've got one more chance!"

With the referee's whistle, Balotelli knocked the ball to Foti, who then passed the ball back. In the meantime, George? Wood was the first to rush forward, a little later, Vaughn and Rooney. Then, Walcott, Bentley, Cohen, Joe? Mattok, Richards...... When a group of people all rushed to the Italian team's half, they had only one goal - to grab the ball!

It's like a little game of passing in training, with the Italian players tipping their feet at the back, while the England players seem to be novices playing professional football for the first time, only recognizing the football chase and not caring about the alignment at all.

This scene looks a little funny.

The England fans in the stands were booing and unhappy with Italy's timid approach. They wished the Italians would send the football directly to the feet of England.

In such a situation, Tang En could only secretly curse and swear, and had no other ideas.

It was England's players who were in a hurry.

If the football is allowed to pass at the feet of the Italian players, the referee may not wait for stoppage time to actually come and blow the whistle for the end of the game. That's not what they want to see.

Vaughn made a dangerous tackle that didn't hit the ball, but he didn't hit anyone either. De Rossi dodged his reckless tackle and played the ball to Aquilani next to him. Aquilani faced Rooney's pressing and passed the ball to Chiellini behind him. Chiellini then passes to defender Thornton on the right.

Joe? Mattok rushed up and Thornton passed the ball to De Rossi in front. No matter how hard England try, football is always at the feet of the Italian players. In terms of technique at the feet, the Italians were indeed a little better than the English.

But when it comes to breaking the ball, the best man in England hasn't made a shot yet.

Wood has been glancing at the referee, and although he has not looked at his watch so far, there is not much time left for England.

De Rossi took the ball again, this time to Balotelli in the middle. Wood followed, meanwhile. Against the club's captain, Balotelli was undaunted and even decided to pass Wood before passing the ball. But in the next second, he realized how stupid his idea was. Wood pounced quickly, not giving him time to play his footwork.

In desperation, Balotelli had no choice but to turn quickly and protect the football in front of him, while Wood was behind him. He thought that this would be able to save the football for the time being, but he didn't expect Wood to suddenly reach out from the side and stab the football!

Balotelli watched Wood walk past him and was about to chase the ball, and in shock, he quickly reached out to pull it. Originally, it was impossible for Wood to give up the pursuit of football in the face of such a pull, but when he found out that Aquilani was in front of the football, and he was pulled by Balotelli like this, it was likely that he would not be able to reach the football at all, he already had a calculation in his heart.

Balotelli naturally pulled Wood with all his strength, but Wood fell a little too smoothly...... The referee's whistle followed.

"Balotelli fouled! England get a free-kick in front! This could well be England's last chance to attack! "In fact, there were more than five minutes of stoppage time, but England advanced a goal first, and there was some delay in celebrating the goal and waiting for Italy to come and serve, and although the fourth official did not raise his card again, it was customary to make up for that little bit of time.

The atmosphere on the pitch was not tense, because everyone's mind was now thinking about overtime, not the current game. Even John? Mortenson began to speculate incessantly about what tactics the managers would use in extra-time.

After Gerrard came off, although Bentley could also take a free kick, but now this free kick is a little special - it is 32 meters away from the goal, if you want to shoot directly, Bentley's feet cannot reach it, and you can only choose to pass.

That's what Bentley did when he went with the football in his arms.

But someone stopped him.

"If you kick the ball out, it's over." Wood stopped him halfway through.

Bentley looked at the captain, not understanding what he meant.

Wood hugged the soccer ball in his arms: "I'll kick it." ”

Bentley was taken by surprise by this statement. He and Wood have been teammates at Nottingham Forest for many years, but they have never seen Wood practice free-kicks, because his free-kicks can't be seen at all, and he knows it himself, so he never asks for free-kicks during the game.

Why did he suddenly take the penalty at the last moment of the game?

Bentley guessed and guessed, just that Wood wanted to have a good time, anyway, the last offense, and the possibility of wanting to score was too small.

He allowed Wood to take away his set-piece rights.

Watching Wood lay the football on the ground, Donn wondered: Is he going to play it himself? What does this mean?

When Lippi saw that Wood was about to make a free throw, he didn't have any worries in his mind anymore - it looked like the game was going to go to overtime.

"George? Wood? It looks like England are going to give up this last chance to attack, ha! The Italian commentators are no longer panicking.

The Italian players were building a human wall, which was a bit far from the goal, and there were not five or six people lined up in the human wall, only four people were in front of Wood. The referee was looking at his watch, preparing to blow the whistle for the end of the game after the free kick was taken.

Thinking that extra time was about to be played, there were not as many English players who went up to attack as before.

There was a sudden silence in the stands, and both England and Italy fans chose to shut up at this time. Maybe after fighting for ninety-five minutes, I was tired at the last moment. Maybe it's because they feel that this is a critical moment, and they are afraid that there will be noise that will disturb them.

As quiet as they were, the fans of the two countries in front of the television, as well as a Michael in the United States? Bernard.

Sophia couldn't come to the game, so she sat at home, staring at the TV screen, clasping her hands together as if praying to God.

In such a quiet environment, it seems that everyone's heartbeat can be heard.

※※※Wood set the football in the blink of an eye, and so much was happening around him, it only felt as if another ninety minutes had passed.

The Italian wall didn't move forward, they felt that the ball was too far away, and it was Wood who was kicking it, so there was really no threat.

Wood set up the soccer ball and began to pull back to pull out the running distance.

He didn't take two steps back and stop, but kept retreating, almost retreating to the middle circle. The running distance is about 10 meters.

Is he going to learn from Brazil's left-back Roberto Robert, a powerful free-kick guru who has long since retired? Carlos?

Wood looked at the football ten meters away, the wall of people further away, and the goal at the end of the road. At this time, he remembered something from a long time ago. At that time, Demy was still playing for Forest, and Donn asked Wood to learn from Demy how to be a good midfielder. That's why Wood is always by Demy's side, including when Demi is practicing free-kicks.

He had the idea of practising free-kicks, but he didn't have the talent to do it. But there was a sentence in Demi that impressed him deeply. That's what Wood told Demi when he wanted to practice Albertini's "Leaf Ball". "I'm kind of type, and Beckham is another type. There are many kinds of free kicks, George. A powerful volley is also a ......"

A vigorous volley is also one!

The referee blew the whistle to signal that Wood was ready to take a penalty.

Wood took a deep breath, then stomped his foot hard, then he leaned forward and made a 100-meter sprint starting position, the muscles of his whole body were nearly tense and contracted, and the next second he rushed out like a cheetah!

Ten meters away in just a split second, he was already in front of the football. Firmly step on the ball with your left foot, swing out your left hand, draw a circle outward, and pick up your right foot at the same time. The power of the left foot is transmitted from the ground through the left foot and the right foot respectively, and the power of the left foot is then increased by the left hand, twisted to the right through the waist and abdomen, and the left power and the right power are combined into one, and the power is directly accelerated to the arch of the right foot.

Eventually, the earth-born force reached their finish – Wood's right leg was like a whip, and the arch of his foot was the tip of the whip, and he struck the soccer ball hard.

As if it had been shot out by a cannon, the football soared into the air and flew forward with a whistling whistle.

The closest person was the Italian team's human wall, who only felt a gust of wind blow over their heads and the football flew over.

The whistling sound of the soccer ball scraping through the air sounded over the Italian defense zone as if it were an alarm.

arning！ arning！！ arning！！！

With a "woo-" sound, the ball flew into the penalty area.

Amelia started moving from the moment she saw the ball over her head over the wall, ready to pounce. When the ball flew into the penalty area, he rose to his feet and made a save.

But a terrible thought suddenly came to him—I couldn't get to ...... ball: "Whew!" The image of the football in his pupils was not gradually magnified little by little, but as if it had suddenly expanded, it suddenly doubled in size, and then suddenly doubled in size. Now it's close, but his hands aren't there yet.

"Oops......"

It was the only thought in his mind as the ball flew past his defence.

Then, in the silence of the pitch, he heard the rustle of the football and the net, and the gasps of his Italian teammates around him.

※※※ Outsiders only saw a white line running through almost half of the court, and then crashed headlong into the goal and swinged the net.

The first to react were the England fans in the stands, who jumped from their seats with their hands raised. A sea of cheers erupted from his mouth, shattering the silence of the stadium.

Immediately following John? Mortenson also woke up like a dream, and his excitement was overwhelming: "St. George! St. George! Oh my God, what's going on? How do I think I'm dreaming? Is this true? Did the ball really go to the goal, not to the sidenetting? Last-second goal...... Yes, not the last minute, but a last-second goal! It's unbelievable!! ”

Not to mention him, even the English players on the pitch couldn't believe what they were seeing. It stands to reason that after a teammate has scored, they should raise their arms high and cheer. But these people, with their arms outstretched, were holding their heads, and their eyes were wide as they stared at the football in the goal...... John Terry was standing in the back and he didn't go up to get involved in the attack because he felt the game was over and it was smart to save his energy and prepare for extra time. But now he looked at George? Wood's back realized that he wasn't talking big about it to boost morale, he was actually real!

"I don't believe in George? Wood can shoot a ball like that! If you have the ability to let him kick again, he will definitely shoot into the sky! This must have been shot by God! It was God who borrowed Wood's right foot to kick such a goal! In the last second of the game, England had the last chance they had and they reversed! Do people believe such a competition? The Spanish commentator was also very excited, "But this scene is happening!" We were fortunate enough to witness one such game...... No, it's a miracle! ”

Wood wasn't as excited as these outsiders, he didn't run to the sidelines, he didn't take off his shirt, he just stood there, spread his arms, clenched his fists and pointed at the sky.

He is not excited, others are excited. His teammates excitedly rushed over from all directions, surrounded him, and finally lifted him up and threw him into the sky! This kind of celebration is really rare, and no matter how excited he used to be, he only pressed the scorer under him...... "George? Wood – incredible goal! Whether it's the way or the timing of the goal, it's incredible! The Italians were defeated at the last second! They didn't send the game to extra time as they wanted, and they lost the championship trophy at the last second! ”

Amelia knelt on the ground, while his teammates next to him watched the excited Englishman in a daze. No one could have come to terms with the reality that just a minute ago, they thought they were going to be champions. Just a second ago, they thought the game would go to extra time, but with their airtight defense, they would still be the winners.

But Wood's one-shot world wave shattered their dreams, and those post-victory revelry images were now reduced to countless pieces, blown away in the night breeze of Madrid.

Lippi stood on the sidelines in a daze, this time he was not still calm, but completely sluggish...... He didn't expect his team to lose the game in this way. In the most unlikely moment, the most unlikely person will be the terminator.

That full stop was almost drawn...... Lippi was stunned, but Don wasn't jumping and jumping like the people around him. He stood where he was, but he stretched out his right hand and pressed it to his heart.

He was feeling his heart beating, fast and powerful.

"Hey, Tony! We're champions! European Champion! Walker didn't give him a chance to feel here, he ran up from behind and hugged him. We did it, we really did! ”

Don didn't struggle, letting him hold himself and roar like crazy.

He was relieved, and it was better to be held, otherwise he really doubted that he would not be able to maintain his standing position...... At this point he doesn't care what Italy will fight back for, because he is sure that the game is over, this time it is really over!

No one is going to take the ball out of the net and put it in the centre circle, and the leading Englishman won't do that. Neither would the backward Italians.

The referee blew the whistle for the goal and then blew three whistles for the end of the game.

The game is over!

England's substitutes rushed onto the pitch with their coach to celebrate their first ever European Championship title.

Don didn't follow the crowd, he stood on the sidelines, ready to shake hands with Lippi.

It's etiquette after the game.

After the competition, Lippi finally returned to normal, and he has experienced numerous championships in his life, but also won many runners-up, and he has seen many such failures.

"Congratulations, Mr. Donn."

Holding Donn's hand, he politely congratulated.

"Thank you, Mr. Lippi."

The two men didn't talk much more. Lippi needs to be busy reassuring his players, who are already crying like weeping people. And what about Donn himself...... There was already a large group of reporters around him, just waiting for him to shake hands with Lippi and rush up to interview.

As soon as Lippi turned and walked away, reporters swarmed up and surrounded Donn, as if he were afraid that he would run away.

"Mr. Donn! First of all, congratulations on winning the first European Championship in the history of English football......"

"Mr. Donn, can you talk about your thoughts now?"

"Winning the game at the last minute, is that more than you expected, Mr. Donn?"

"For George? Wood's goal, do you have anything to say? ”

"Mr. Donn......"

"Tony ......"

"Mr. Donn......"

"Tony? Mr. Donne......"

Countless topics and microphones, voice recorders, and mobile phones were stuffed in front of Donne's mouth, and now even if he farts, it is fragrant, and any sentence will be regarded as a famous saying. In the entire world of football, no one dares to question his ability to coach the national team.

Tony? Don equals champion. This law is in effect again in the national team.

At the end of the first part of the classic movie "The Godfather", Michael? Corleone finally became the godfather of the Corleone family, and under the prying eyes of his wife, he accepted the kiss of his subordinates behind the door of the study, completing the transformation from a young officer full of ideals to a ruthless godfather of the underworld.

Today, on the Santiago Bernabeu. The older godfather of Italian football is stepping down from the stage, reassuring his players that no media cares about him, and no one cares about how he feels as a "loser".

And Don has been unprecedentedly popular and sought after.

Tonight all of Europe prostrates at his feet, kissing the hand he offers him in submission.

While the old godfather left alone in the desolate and lonely Sicilian afternoon sun, the new godfather sat high on the throne of power, enjoying the oath of allegiance under the novice. Looking down on the world, he was full of spirit, as if there was nothing in this world and no one could stop him from conquering the world.

Tonight is just Europe, and in two years' time, he wants the whole world to be subjugated to his feet!

He had no doubt about it, because the heart of the champion in his chest was beating vigorously.

(To be continued)