Eighty-six minutes into the game, home team Nottingham Forest secured a front pitch direct

Kick. The opportunity was precious, and almost all of the Forest's players rushed to the ......"

'Arteta handed over football to young Gareth Bale. It was the first time he had stood in front of a soccer ball and was ready to take a penalty after he came on the court. At just 16 years old, Gareth Bale is an excellent player from the Forest Academy, who can play both left wing-back and left midfield, and has a strong ability to assist, and ...... Very good at free kicks."

'Let's see if the young Bale can score the first goal of his career against Chelsea! Decide the decisive goal! The pressure must be a lot for him......"

“…… But we've been pleasantly surprised again and again by the boy's performance, and if he really withstood the pressure and scored this goal, I wouldn't have been surprised anymore."

Sixteen years old One hundred and five days old Welsh boy Gareth Bell stood in front of the ball, in front of him a wall of five Chelsea players. It could have been a free-kick that would have decided the outcome of the game, and it could have been a goal that would have decided Bale's future career......"

The commentators stopped their work, and the spectators in the stands and in front of the TV held their breath.

On the small TV screen, Bale stepped back, the referee's whistle sounded, he ran and got up!

The ball arced around Makelele's baldness, around Cech's outstretched fingers, and then flew into the net by grazing the post!

Countless arms stretched out, and no one could hear the commentary on the TV. Even the ground in the screen shook violently*** Book City, the entire city stadium was plunged into madness.

“gooo——！” In the stands, Belldy's father turned his head and hugged a fat man next to him who was fatter than him and yelled.

“gooo——！” Countless red-clad Forest fans in the stands jumped with their arms raised.

"City Stadium is shaking, Gary, do you feel it?" Morteson asked from the commentary seat.

"It's obvious. John. Bell lit this red volcano on fire, and it was so beautiful! It's perfect! At the age of sixteen, one hundred and five, the performance of the game was impeccable! ”

"Wait, Gary, there's a more beautiful ......" Mortenson suddenly got up and looked down.

In the TV footage, Donn, who rushed out of the coach's seat, suddenly did a 360-degree sideflip, and after falling steadily, he waved his fist vigorously, as if he was the one who scored the goal!

"Haha!" Lineker laughed, "This is so much fun!" This game is so much fun! ”

I don't know if Bell saw the scene on the sidelines, he was surrounded by ecstatic teammates.

"Coach Tony Downe must have been in the circus. He's so chic! ”

"Newspaper editors are starting to have a headache about who is making the headlines."

At the same time, in front of the home team's coach's box.

"Tony? Tony? "David Chris pulled a craze and was still shaking his fist to Donn.

"Huh?" Donn looked back at his partner.

"How did you come up with the ground?" He was pointing to the somersault.

'I promised Bale that if he scored, I'd give him a more handsome celebration. What do you think? ”

"Handsome!" Chris Rac laughed. We won, right, Tony? ”

Don turned his head to look at the electronic scoreboard, where the score had changed from "2:2" to 3:2.

"Even though I don't want to make up my mind before the game is over. But......" he nodded as he looked at Chrislac, "you're right. David. We've won! ”

Bale's goal was a huge morale blow to Chelsea, who were given the lead with four minutes remaining. Even Jose Mourinho couldn't come up with a better way at this time.

However, the Forest team went from strength to strength and had a chance to knock on Chelsea's door in the final stages of the game. If it weren't for Petr Cech's courageous performance, this game would have cost Mourinho all face.

When the referee blows the whistle for the end of the match. The city stadium became a sea of joy. Forest supporters sang their anthem to celebrate another win over Chelsea.

"It's over! After a fierce battle, Nottingham Forest won 3-2 at home to Chelsea! Forest are unbeaten against Chelsea since returning to the Premier League, with Jose Mourinho still unwinn.

"With this

The win took Forest from 22 to 25, while Chelsea suffered their first defeat after 10 games unbeaten at the start of the season. Points stagnated, and the second-place Forest team has narrowed the gap to just three points. The league is starting to look good! ”

This time. Mourinho, who lost the game, did not turn around and leave, but took the initiative to come up and shake hands with Don according to the post-match etiquette.

"Back to Stamford Bridge." Mourinho said this when he shook hands. Don knew he was already planning his revenge at home.

"I'm looking forward to it, too." He replied.

Mourinho ignored him and let go of his hand and turned to leave.

Don didn't mind that, and now he didn't have time to pay attention to the mood and feelings of defeat, he turned and walked towards the court, now to celebrate the victory with his own players.

Gareth Bale was in the spotlight and everyone gathered around to congratulate him on his first league goal. He saw Don come up as well.

"Congratulations, Gareth." Don winked at him, "Did you see my celebratory move?" ”

Bell nodded vigorously. Laughing non-stop, "It's really more handsome. Boss."

"It's a far cry compared to your performance." Donn smiled and touched Bell's head. At the beginning, he personally brought back from Southampton and buried the seeds in Wilford Land, and now they have finally blossomed and borne fruit...... "Have you practiced your signature?" ”

The surrounding teammates burst into laughter.

The players of the Forest team who won the game were in a good mood.

"Alright, guys!" Donn stood in the crowd and shouted, "Go thank the fans!" Gareth, don't forget to thank you Dad! ”

The players obediently lined up and waved to the red phalanx in the stands.

Don turned and walked out.

He walks very slowly, even a little like a walk, with no purpose. Just pace slowly on the pitch.

He's also going to enjoy the atmosphere here, the atmosphere after the win......

The reporters have removed the mixed area and are waiting to interview the players who have come down from the field. Don is not afraid of being disturbed. Stadium staff are cleaning up the debris on the pitch and stands. After an exciting victory, there's always a lot of mess left behind.

Don loved the calm after the hustle and bustle had passed. He just walked back and forth with his hands in his pockets, not in a hurry to go to the press conference.

Suddenly a man approached him.

"Mr. Ji, if you want to interview, you have to go to the mixed area." Donn pointed to the player's aisle and said to Pierce Bruce, who walked over.

"I'm not here for interviews." Bruce laughed. You see."

Don looked at his chest, and sure enough, the evidence was all put away.

"What are you doing without interviewing you?"

Bruce looked at the stands that had slowly become empty and took a deep breath. I like this excitement after the calm so come down for a walk. What are you doing, Mr. Donne? The press conference was not here."

"I'm just like you." Don said as he looked around at the stands.

"It was a fantastic game. Every person, every link...... It's all wonderful, including that sideflip celebration."

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Ji. Are you going to say the same in the newspapers? ”

"Why not?"

Don didn't speak anymore and just looked at the busy court staff.

"Mr. Donn, do you know that I still occasionally think of the time when you held an impromptu press conference in front of the hospital." Speaking of which, Bruce laughed.

"Hmm...... We were all newbies."

'I can't imagine a day when we'll be standing together and chatting after the win over Chelsea.

'Maybe one day in time, we'll beat Real Madrid, AC Milan, Inter Milan, Barcelona, Bayern Munich...... After that, chat like this."

"I believe you say the ground."

"Well, I've got to go." Don waved his hand and walked towards the player's corridor.

Pierce Bruce watched the man's back in distraction. It's really hard to embarrass yourself at the press conference and make yourself unable to get off the platform and connect with the current person.