Wood didn't quite understand why the boss had asked about eleven years ago at this time, but he didn't have the heart to guess why. Back in the game, he had only the opponent in his mind.

Real Madrid also intend to take advantage of the situation to continue the attack, which is absolutely not allowed. Nottingham Forest will have to find some way to regain the initiative on the pitch. Although they kicked off in the second half, there was always a moment when the football fell to the feet of the Real Madrid players.

This time George. Wood stepped up and used his excellent defensive prowess to help the team regain possession.

By the 105th minute of the game, players on both sides were close to exhaustion. George. Wood was only slightly better than them. But he's the captain, and he can't show any fatigue.

"We've had a high-tension season, and even George can't stand it until the last minute...... "For the first time, Chris Lack was worried about Wood's fitness.

"Don't worry, he'll hold on." Donn comforted the assistant coach beside him.

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Casillas kicked the ball in goal and the ball flew into the midfield. George. Wood and Ribery jumped to the top at the same time. The ball was topped away by Wood and Ribery was in the air.

In terms of control of the ball in the air, Real Madrid did not have a single person who could win against George. Wood.

But they got the second point. De La Reid receives the ball from Wood down there. At this time, it should be Gago's defense, but Gago's physical strength is exhausted, and Deraed shakes Gago's center of gravity with a change of direction and falls to the ground.

Gago, who fell to the ground, clutched his calf and rolled in pain—he had cramps.

Real Madrid's players had no intention of stopping. At this time, everyone is red-eyed, and no one will kick the football out of the sideline for the opponent's fall. Anyway, the rules don't stipulate this, so pretend you don't see it.

De La Reid continued to dribble the ball while the Nottingham Forest fans in the stands booed incessantly. Adriano. Mock, a skinny little man who rarely physically collides with opponents, lunged up and pushed De La Red out of the touchline with the ball.

His foul earned him a yellow card.

Dissatisfied, the Forest players gathered around the referee and pointed to Gago, who was still lying on the ground, and motioned for him to see what the Real Madrid players were doing.

The referee just shook his head and didn't give De La Reid any penalty – there was no such thing in the rules.

While the other players gathered around the referee for an explanation, George. Wood ran up to help Gargo press his legs.

Gago lay on the ground, his expression not happy, but a little dim.

"I can't do it, Captain. I couldn't hold on...... Both legs hurt. ”

Wood lowered his left leg, lifted his right leg, and continued to press.

"Let's make a change, captain." Gago's voice was soft, with some reluctance and unwillingness in his tone. "I can only drag everyone back if I stay on the field......"

Wood remained silent and continued to press his legs.

At this time, Fleming, the team doctor who ran up, came over to take a look at Gago's situation, and decisively made a gesture to Don for a substitution.

Don still has a substitution in his hand, he has not been willing to use it before, for fear of an accident in the end, and now it comes in handy.

Donn swept around the bench and ultimately chose striker Ibisevic instead of Thiago, who was also a midfielder.

"Goal!" Donn clenched his fists and said to Ibisevic, "Aaron alone is not enough, you go up and continue to put pressure on the Real Madrid backline." ”

Ibisevic nodded. Although he had already made a name for himself, this was his first European Champions Cup final.

'Nottingham Forest substitutions. Fernando, who fell to the ground with cramps because of physical exhaustion. Gago's substitution was made, and the person who replaced him was ...... Vedad. Ibisevic! Donn removed a midfielder and replaced him with a striker...... It looks like he intends to break through Real Madrid's goal in the last ten minutes! The narrator's tone revealed a surprise that could not be concealed.

Also surprised by this was Real Madrid manager Charles Michel. Gonzalez. When he realized that the person standing on the sidelines was Ibisevic, he turned his head to look at Donn, as if he wanted to see through Donn's mind in this way.

Now that both sides have used up all their substitutions, the manager has done everything he can do, and the rest is up to the players themselves.

Michelle didn't expect Donn's last adjustment to put Po on offense. Does he still want to end the battle in one hundred and twenty minutes? Originally, Michel thought that Don was going to make a substitution, and he would definitely replace a player who was good at taking penalties at the last moment to fight for penalties with Real Madrid.

Ibisevic was pushed onto the pitch by Donn, who made a forward gesture to his players.

The meaning is obvious, tell everyone to attack.

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Even players like Mock dared to collide with their opponents, and it was with this ruthlessness that Nottingham Forest regained the initiative in the game. In the following time, everyone seemed to see the first half of overtime again, but the offensive and defensive sides were exchanged.

At one point, Nottingham Forest squeezed Real Madrid's entire squad into the 30-metre zone, and the combination of wide breaks and long-range shots from the middle made Casillas the busiest player on the pitch.

Whenever Forest attacked with the ball, there were loud boos from the stands. However, the players of the Forest team are not affected by this kind of distraction, and they hear the boos too much, and such scenes do not frighten them. Over and over again, they looked for gaps in Real Madrid's defence and exploited them.

Michel has replaced too many defenders, and now Real Madrid can only recycle the formation and rely on the numerical advantage of local areas to defend the Forest's attack.

But how much longer can they hold out?

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"George. Wood's long-range shot – out on the crossbar! ”

Casillas kicked the ball forward, but Huntelaar couldn't control it. Football once again falls to the foot of Nottingham Forest. Mock breaks through Ronaldo on the wing! Pretty technical ...... Oops, it's a pity the cross is a little bigger...... Wait, Fernandez ran up and he stopped the ball near the touchline! Cross again! ”

Mitchel jumped high, even higher than Garay, and then gave a powerful head shake!

"Casillas!!" The Spanish commentator shouted excitedly. "God saves!"

The close-range header still allowed Casillas to hold it up. The Real Madrid captain's performance is worthy of the title of the world's No. 1 goalkeeper.

As Mitchel jumped into the air and didn't interfere, the Forest dugout and those on the bench rushed to the sidelines, ready to celebrate. It's a pity that Casillas's rescue extinguished the fire in their hearts. The group of people folded their heads in their hands and retracted into their seats.

"It's too right!" Don grumbled below. He then applauded the audience to express his praise and encouragement.

Nottingham Forest's corner didn't go straight to goal, but played a tactical combination. Bale took a short corner and kicked the ball to Fernandez, who then dribbled diagonally past a defender before dribbling horizontally along the line of the box. Then, just when the Real Madrid player thought he was going to shoot straight away, he suddenly passed a through ball, and the ball rolled into the box in a 90-degree line with his head. Bale, who had just taken a corner, appeared there, caught the ball and swept straight in.

This time Ramos made a difference, he scrambled to block the ball before it flew into the range of goal and continued the corner!

Nottingham Forest won a succession of corners, and everyone's hearts were lifted.

Donn took the moment to look at his watch, and there were eight minutes left until the end of overtime. Time flies, fifteen minutes are about to pass in a blink of an eye......

Instead of continuing to take tactical corners, Forest continued to change their corner tactics. This time it was a long ball that hit the top of the arc.

There George. Wood is waiting.

He used his chest to stop the ball up, just past the top of Ribery. When Ribery spotted Wood with the soccer ball around his back, he wanted to reach for it. But suddenly remembered that he was still near the penalty area, and the foul in this position was too dangerous, so he had to give up.

Wood's stop past Ribery was not conducive to a direct shot. Because football is too high. He could only turn around, turn his back to the goal, control the ball in the air, and then make plans.

That's when Ribery's chance came. He turned around and hooked Wood's ball!

"Real Madrid's chance!"

Before the commentator could speak, Ribery's ball was snatched back by Wood.

Despite regaining possession, Forest also lost a direct shot on goal and Wood had to play the ball wide of the pitch. Attack again.

Mock received a pass from Wood, duffled the ball with a gesture, and actually slammed the ball past Marcelo!

He burst into the box and tangled up with De La Red. Then they both fell to the ground.

The Nottingham Forest players thought it was a foul and should have been given a penalty. The Real Madrid people insisted that Mock was a fake fall and should be given a yellow card, so that Mock would turn two yellows into one red and get out of the box directly.

Donn was a little furious off the pitch as the referee ultimately didn't award Forest a penalty. However, the controversial referee did not give Mock a yellow card either. He let Casillas serve a goal kick – nothing.

Another two minutes passed.

As time goes by, the intensity of the game on the field is decreasing. No one can run, and some of the balls are put in 30 minutes ago, and the players on both sides will definitely fight to the death. But now I can only watch the opponent get the ball, and I don't have enough energy to spare.

After a period of attacking frenzy, Forest's stamina began to decline, and the momentum of the attack was not as fierce as before, and Real Madrid could finally breathe a sigh of relief and press out to seek opportunities. This may have been the only miscalculation of Donn - he arranged for his team to attack in the second half of overtime, but he didn't expect the physical impact to be so great. After all, they are one less person than Real Madrid. Real Madrid could have laid siege to Forest throughout the first half of extra time, but Forest could not replicate that in the second half.

He stood on the sidelines, so nervous that he could only secretly clench and release his fists, and then clench and loosen, and the muscles of his whole body tensed and tightened with this action.

Just as nervous as he was his wife Shania in the box, her eyes hadn't taken off Donn since overtime, she didn't care about the game or anything, and she wasn't very interested in football anyway.

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The players of both teams don't want to waste time here, but it's a shame that they don't have the fitness to push for a new wave of attack. Time passed another three minutes in this slow rhythm. The full game lasted 118 minutes.

"The score is still 2:2, maybe the coaches of the two teams should think about taking penalties."

Michelle was obedient, and he turned directly to the assistant coach to order the list of players, ready to arrange the order, and then handed it to the fourth official.

Don stood on the sidelines, not moving. He was not reconciled.

Yes, he is not willing to enter the penalty shootout like this, he is not willing to leave his fate to illusory luck.

But everything that needs to be done has been done, and the players are limited by physical fitness and cannot play to their full strength. What if he doesn't accept it?

Without Gago in midfield, Wood's burden is even heavier, and he not only needs to defend, but also organise attacks. Gago and Shaheen are not there, and the defense and attack are all up to him. If it weren't for his perverted physical fitness, I'm afraid that Gago's just got off the field, and he would have cramped and fell to the ground.

Wood played a through ball forward, but Fernandez didn't run and the ball rolled off the touchline and gave them a throw-in.

The Chilean gestured apologetically to Wood, saying that he was too tired to run, and that he didn't mean to play negatively.

What can Wood say? Looking around, his teammates, and even his opponents, had the same expression as Fernandez – tired.

Bell took advantage of the dead ball time to prop his hands on his knees, leaning over and gasping for air, sweat pooling on the tip of his chin and dripping onto the turf.

Even Ribery was hurrying to rest - he stood still and didn't want to move a step, Scarface was now dead, and his expression was a little dull.

In fact, he was also tired, but he didn't show it.

If he leans over like Bell, then their opponents will be delighted and use him as a point of attack. If he had been as foggy and glazed as Ribery, he would not have been able to give confidence to his team-mates and the team could collapse at the last minute.

He gritted his teeth and insisted.

After Real Madrid's throw-in was thrown, it was Wood who rushed up to grab it. Judging by his pace and movements, you can't tell that he is also a person who has been running non-stop for nearly one hundred and twenty minutes.

At this time, George was also typed under the screen of the live TV broadcast so far. Wood's running distance in the race - 20,000 kilometers!

This number startled the commentators, and he was stunned for a moment before stammering: "Maybe he should really go to the marathon...... Run, run, run, non-stop. George. Wood is still sprinting! ”

Yes, sprint! Wood cut off Higuain's ball around the front defense with a sprint pace, and Higuain froze in place, ill-prepared for Wood's defense. He raised his hands as if in protest or in annoyance at his performance......

Wood, who broke the ball, still selflessly passed the football to his team-mate. It's a pity that his teammates were cut off again after receiving the ball - they were physically exhausted and couldn't even protect the ball.

Don shook his head from the sidelines.

He took a deep breath, then let go of his voice and yelled, "Joe-ji-"

Wood heard his roar and turned his head.

"Bring your own!" Don waved his hand forward.

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Bring your own?

Wood looked at his teammates, who were clearly exhausted, perhaps just waiting for the whistle to blow for one hundred and twenty minutes. Akinfeev has the stamina, but will he be able to break out?

It seems that you really have to fight on your own......

While Forest were thinking about how to attack, Real Madrid gathered the strength to launch their first attack in the second half of extra-time.

Ramos suddenly crossed the ball diagonally just past halfway through the field and sent the ball through the air into the box.

Woodgate jumped to the top, but it was on top!

"Rise to the top! Huntelaar's chance! ”

Huntelaar, who was lying behind him, stopped the ball with his chest as he turned, which was a difficult maneuver - stopping the ball and turning it in one go, and when the ball came to a halt in the air, he was ready to raise his foot to shoot!

There was no one around him, and he could do it without interference......

"Huntelaar! Hunter's Critical Blow! ”

The Spanish commentator couldn't wait for the ball to be kicked before he could scream. He had even gotten up from his seat and looked down.

"......"

Don only had time to curse such a foul word when the ball was shot by Huntelaar.

Turning around and volleying, the ball was kicked fast and hard, and it looked like it was going to go in!

However, a figure stands in the way of football. The speed was so fast that he didn't have time to use his hands, so he could only lower his center of gravity and block the football with his chest!

"Akinfeev! It was a brilliant save from Akinfeev! He kept hope alive for Nottingham Forest! At this moment, this Russian is also the 'Saint Igor' of Nottingham Forest! ”

It was the turn of the English commentators to go crazy. The moment Huntelaar kicked just now, their hearts all sank to the bottom, thinking that the game was over. Unexpectedly, Akinfeev proved at a critical moment that Russia's number one national is not much weaker than Casillas, and he can also turn the tide!

"What a bastard!" Michelle couldn't help but explode into a swear word, just now he thought his team had won. I didn't expect Nottingham Forest to be so tenacious......

"Hah!" Don grinned, "If you don't die, there will be a blessing, Real Madrid, you are doomed!" Dead!! In fact, his heart has been beating wildly, and it has not slowed down yet. His forehead was covered with sweat, his legs were even trembling slightly, and he could collapse at any moment from a weakness in his knees - if he didn't shout something, it might really be.

, it scared the hell out of me......

Don secretly rejoiced in his heart, and he admitted that he was a little afraid. If it weren't for Akinfeev's decisive attack, the goal might have gone in......

Chris Lak was also so frightened that he ran to the sidelines and said to Donn, "Defend it, Tony!" There's a minute left, defend it......" He shoved the list of penalty takers into Donn's hands.

Donn glared back at him, and Chrislac was stunned by that expression—he was frightened again. Don En gritted his teeth, his eyes widened, his expression was hideous, and he said categorically: "No! Go on the offensive! Even if it's just for a minute, we're going to try to score! ”

Tang En threw the list in his hand directly to the ground, with the momentum of the overlord of Chu.

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Real Madrid's failure to score this goal seems to have affected their morale a little. Instead of taking advantage of the situation, they opted for a second wave of attacks, opting for recovery – with only one minute left before the end of the game. There's no need to risk pressing out and giving Forest a chance to counter-attack. Michel has studied the footage of Forest's matches and found that this tenacious German team often scores in the final moments of the game, which can be counted as a characteristic of Forest. All he had to do was not give Forest a chance to play with that trait.

Real Madrid recovered, and Forest attacked.

George. After receiving the ball, Wood did not choose to pass, but suddenly dribbled the ball himself.

When he faced Ribery in the middle, he duffled a shot, first made a pass, then wrapped the ball with his right foot, twisted his body, and swept the ball past Ribery who pounced in the opposite direction.

Then he didn't continue to dribble the ball in the middle, Real Madrid's middle was now the focus of heavy guards, and he brushed Ribery and took the ball straight to the wing.

"George. Wood starts dribbling! Is he going to break through from the flank and cross it? ”

Seeing him dribble the ball on the flank, Ibisevic and Mitchel, who was already too tired, both pulled themselves together and rushed to the middle of the goal, intending to receive his cross.

Higuain came up to intercept Wood, but he was a step behind Wood and could no longer pose any threat to the strong Wood. After staggering a few steps from behind, he chose to give up - he was afraid that he would kick Wood from behind and get a yellow card, he already had a yellow card on him.

Wood felt Higuain cower in his back and gave up, and he wasn't going to fall. Let the opponent be sent off or take the ball to the opponent's penalty area, such a multiple-choice question does not have to hesitate to know which answer to choose.

Wood felt the pressure light up behind him and he continued to dribble forward along the wing.

This time it was De La Red and Ramos who pounced. They want to shut down Wood.

Wood decided to force his way through and rushed out with the ball before the opposition could close the door.

But he was a little slower. The man rushed over, but Ramos fell to the ground and left.

"It's broken! What a pity! The England commentator shouted, his disappointment palpable.

"Well done!" The Spanish narrator's heart, which had been hanging from just now, can finally be put down. Wood's breakthrough just now was too imposing, and a sense of fear arose.

"!" Don shook his fist angrily after seeing this scene below.

Wood looked back at Ramos, who had fallen to the ground, and DelaRed, who crashed into Ramos because he couldn't stop the car and fell off the sideline. Is this the end of it? Ready for a penalty?

Suddenly, he saw Gareth. Bell was waving at him, shouting something out loud. Unfortunately, the scene was too noisy for him to hear clearly.

Ramos, who was lying on the ground, sensed the danger, and before he could get up, he lay on the ground and swept the football straight away.

Bale had already slapped his horse and stretched out his foot to block......

The ball hit his calf and bounced back on the cheekbone, over Ramos's head, and flew forward!

George. Wood is there!

Garay raised his hand as he turned his head to look at the referee. But when he saw that the referee didn't say anything, he was shocked, turned and rushed towards Wood.

"Good shot! No offside! ”

"Is this offside...... The front is empty! The linesman didn't raise the flag! ”

Wood looked back at the flying soccer ball towards him, and he leaned over and raised his right leg sideways, slotting the inward ...... The football changed the line and bounced to the penalty area, he accelerated again, caught up with the football, and continued to dribble the ball to the penalty area of Real Madrid!

Ramos had already risen from the ground and pounced on George in front of him like a tiger. Wood. This may be his last sprint.

It was also Wood's last sprint.

Ramos, Garay, Marcelo and Ribery lunge at George from different directions at the same time. Wood.

Casillas, meanwhile, opted to abandon the goal. Mitchel and Ibisevic hadn't yet run into the box, and Wood was so fast that even his teammates couldn't keep up...... At this time, if you don't attack, you can only watch the opponent burst into the penalty area, and then have countless options!

Shot or pass? Left or right? Breakthrough or direct shot?

At that moment, many thoughts popped into Casillas's mind, as if they were forking in the road. Across his eyes was a large web of several forks in the road, crisscrossing him, and he didn't know which side to choose.

George. Wood also took note of Casillas, who was on the attack. But he didn't have so many jumble thoughts in his head. He has no teammates in his sight, just Casillas and the goal behind him, so it's simple......

Shot!

Wood picked up his right leg naturally on the dribble, and it looked like it was just a normal leg swing for a run, but then he hit the ball quickly!

The soccer ball drew a very hidden arc and swooped out.

Casillas saw the ball suddenly flying, and it was too late to pounce, so he could only reflexively reach out to block it, hoping that the tips of his fingers would hit the ball.

He did get his hands on football. But the ball was too fast, and that little bit of force was not enough to change the course of the ball's flight.

The ball went around Casillas and continued to move forward.

Marcelo saw Wood rush into the box and changed his mind on the fly, and instead of going to Wood, he ran for the empty goal left by Casillas.

He's going to break the siege!

But this position is a little uncomfortable...... Even if he could play football, 90 percent of the time it would just be a goal. Marcelo had no choice, he couldn't help but do it......

The Brazilian defender flew out and the football magnified infinitely in his eyes. A little more...... Just a little bit more and you'll be able to touch it! A little faster, a little faster!!

Marcelo roared inwardly.

The soccer ball passed in front of his toes......

Then lightly cross the white goal line.

At that moment, it was as if time stood still, or that there was no longer time in the world......

From the moment the ball crossed the goal line as a whole, everything came to a standstill.

Everyone on the court maintained the last position from before, and the moment was frozen.

It seemed as if 10,000 years had passed before a voice came from the distant mist, gradually intensifying and becoming clearer.

“goooooooooooooooooooal——！！！”

There were more and more voices like that, and the last stream of brains poured out, as if it had exploded in an instant.

"The ball is in!!"

"It's incredible! George. Wood's solo ride! ”

"It's the real finale! Goal in the 120th minute! Nottingham Forest 3:2! ”

"Who would have thought of such an ending? When we all thought we were going to shoot a penalty, George. Wood stepped up! ”

"I thought George. At best, Wood will only shoot hard from distance, and it is all down to luck whether he can score or not. But I was wrong! What a beautiful goal! ”

"Real Madrid were dumbfounded, they didn't expect to concede a goal at the last minute!"

"This goal completely crushed the proud Real Madrid!"

In the midst of these explosions, the ball crashed into the net, rolled it up, and then stopped.

Marcelo then slid into the net and got tangled in the net.

Casillas was half-kneeling on the ground, his hands outstretched, still in the same position as he had just pounced, looking back at what was happening inside the goal.

Halfway through the run, Ramos stumbled and fell to the ground.

Garay simply stopped, tears welling up in his eyes as he looked at the goal. He knows what it means.

A living thriller drama was staged in front of Real Madrid's supporters. Everyone was so frightened that they couldn't speak.

The entire Bernabeu suddenly fell silent.

There was a suffocating silence.

Deathly silence.

In such an environment, Don held his head high in front of 80,000 people, opened his arms, and enjoyed the shock of success in his heart.

Three! Crown! King!!

(To be continued)