Manchester United veteran Blackmore has a large area of activity up front and is one of the most dangerous attacking originators in Middlesbrough's attack, after receiving a pass from Neil Cowes in the backfield, he dribbled two steps near the centre circle, Nedved has blocked his way forward after dropping back, but Blackmore still forced a long ball with his feet, which was only a wide transfer, but the ball hit Nedved's calf and bounced off the bottom line to create a corner.

Millwall's box was overcrowded and Southgate called for his team-mates to mark on the defence as the game was heating up and it was a time of high tension.

Hegknight's corner flew towards the goalmouth spot, where Southgate was already on the heels of Middlesbrough striker Graham Kavanagh.

Looking at the ball flying in the distance, Southgate's body pressed Cavanagh, the two were inseparable, Southgate predicted the trajectory of the football, slightly relieved, although the ball fell at the front point, but he and Cavanagh did not have the distance to head the ball, the two almost rushed towards the bottom line, a little too much.

But Kavanagh forced a jump, Southgate also jumped, obviously higher than Cavanagh, even if Kavanagh headers the goal, Southgate will block the angle even if he uses his face!

But Southgate watched in disbelief as Kavanagh shrunk his neck and then leaned back, the ball hitting his head and bouncing out of the box.

Is this a header ferry? Back top to do the ball?

Southgate doesn't know what to do, but he thinks the threat in the box has been lifted.

However, the ball popped out of the penalty area, and the landing area was 45 degrees oblique, which happened to be a weakly defended area, and Pire stepped forward to grab the ball, but a Middlesbrough player rushed up to him: veteran Nigel Pearson.

As a defender, Pearson volleyed straight with his legs!

After the ball was shot, the Middlesbrough fans in the stands were slightly disappointed.

The defender's footwork is, after all, used to clear the siege.

I saw the ball flying diagonally towards the penalty area, and looking at the trajectory, it would definitely go out of the bottom line.

But no one expected that this volley that deviated from the goal was powerful, and in the overcrowded penalty area, Schneider, who was back on the defensive, couldn't dodge, the ball hit his calf, and then changed direction, ghostly, refracted into Millwall's goal, goalkeeper Keller had no reaction, and it can be said that all Millwall players were dumbfounded.

"GOOOOOOAL! 2：1！ 2:1！ Middlesbrough are now top of League One! We thought Kavanagh was helping Millwall clear the ball with a header, but by mistake, the ball fell outside the box, Pearson followed up with a volley off target, but someone in the box helped Middlesbrough, Schneider! The young German kept the ball in his own way and it was an own goal, an own goal! Millwall are so sorry, will they lose the top spot because of this own goal? There are twenty minutes left in the game, and there are only twenty minutes left. ”

All of Middlesbrough's players from the corner rushed to the corner flag, where Pearson was receiving the cheers of the fans, and even he didn't expect it, but the footwork that cleared the ball produced a goal.

Schneider held his head and his eyes glazed, and he knew what this own goal meant.

It's not just the team that has been reversed, it's their top spot.

The young man almost fell to his knees.

At this time, two men took the initiative to walk to his side, Southgate and Nedved, and the captain and vice captain of the team put their arms around his shoulders one left and one right.

"Bernd, cheer me up, it's not your fault, no one will blame you."

"Keep your head up, the game isn't over yet!"

Comforted and encouraged by the two captains, Schneider gritted his teeth and raised his head, and he subconsciously looked to the sidelines, wondering how their leaders would react at this time.

Will he be replaced in a fit of rage?

However, when he looked over, Aldridge was waving at him, and pointed to Nedved, where Pire, Larson, and Trezeguet were already standing in front of Aldridge.

As for how long Middlesbrough will celebrate, Aldridge doesn't care at all.

Although there is not much time left, Aldridge needs to explain to his players face to face the next adjustments.

When that goal came in, Aldridge was expressionless for a moment.

The mood seemed to go into an ethereal state, and time passed very slowly, with Brian Robson and the Middlesbrough bench coaches rushing out to celebrate in infinitely slow motion.

The goal was an accident, but it was also avoidable, and Aldridge didn't realize his mistake until this moment!

Although he said that he was satisfied if he could keep the draw, he had been thinking about tactics in the first 70 minutes of the game in order to win.

The impressive results in the first nine rounds of the league have fostered complacency in his heart, and he is only pretending to be low-key on the surface.

Even when he came to the Aya Sume Park stadium, he did not pay more attention to defense than before, which is why he subconsciously wanted to win the game in a hurry.

On the other hand, Brian Robson's Middlesbrough is obviously at home, but it plays very conservatively, and that is really in the service of victory.

If he could do it all over again, Aldrich would definitely not use the same tactic.

Middlesbrough is conservative, Millwall can be more conservative than the other side, and their counterattacks are sharper than positional warfare!

When the clock passes, the first to hold on will be Middlesbrough, after all, this is their home stadium, and Millwall is the top team in the table, they are the ones to chase after it, and in the event of a draw, the side that will be hit will definitely be Middlesbrough.

Aldridge, who came to his senses in hindsight, was full of self-blame, he could relieve the pressure on the players and make them relax, but there was no one to remind him and correct him.

I once thought that I had the memory and experience of the "future", and I had already been tempered into steel, but unexpectedly, I was just a rookie!

In a situation where the team was reversed, and it was a morale blow to his own goal, Aldridge knew that Millwall was pushed to the edge of the cliff, and at this time, it was not only the game that had to be saved, but also morale, and perhaps, his authority and trust as a manager.

He had to take a risk.

In a flash of light, Aldridge figured everything out, he didn't have time to blame himself, and he didn't have time to admire Robson for having fox potential, he needed to respond, respond quickly, fortunately, the plan of how to build the team was already in his mind, and at this time it may not work, let alone the right time, but he can only make this choice.

Schneider was still a little apprehensive and came to Aldridge with Nedved, who didn't have much time to comfort him, so he just calmly said to Schneider: "Forget about the goal, you did a great job today, but I want you to continue this good until the end of the game." ”

Hearing this, Schneider almost burst into tears, he gritted his teeth and nodded fiercely, and the heavy self-blame in his heart instantly turned into endless fighting spirit, and even made him forget the fatigue of the seventy minutes of fierce competition.

Aldridge made a long story short and assigned his next tactical adjustment to the frontcourt attacking five, and although such an adjustment is not earth-shattering, it requires the five people to implement it in unison and full of tacit understanding.

The game quickly restarted with a one-goal advantage in hand, and Middlesbrough were more calm and conservative for the rest of the game.

The stands resounded with the singing of Middlesbrough fans, and although Brady's "Lion's Roar" was also struggling to sing, it was drowned in the 20,000 Middlesbrough fans.

On the pitch, Nedved took the ball and distributed it to Pire on the left wing without hesitation, Pire cut inside with the ball and fired a long-range shot over the crossbar, shocking the Middlesbrough backline in a cold sweat.

Brian Robson frowned.

Millwall, in the case of falling behind, began to be a little brute!

With Trezeguet up front, Larsson pulling out of the box and leaning to the left, and Nedved up front close to the left, Pire quickly became the heart of Millwall's attack.

Nedved passed, Pire received the ball and Larsson played a one-two, Pire went straight into the box, and the ball was broken.

Pire cut inside with the ball, Trezeguet received the ball back to the middle, and Pire met the ball and shot from distance

Ten minutes after the restart, Piret was undoubtedly the protagonist for Millwall, with four shots on goal, three breakaways and a modest header for Trezeguet.

Pire's individual skill was on full display in the last ten minutes, with dribbling, dribbling and subtle passes.

As the player who scored a goal for Millwall in the first half, Pire naturally became a big problem in the Middlesbrough backline, and his marking and compressing his range of motion naturally became a top priority for Middlesbrough.

As Millwall's attack continued to develop on the left, Middlesbrough's defensive line inevitably slanted to the right.

Aldridge stood on the sidelines watching every move on the field, and he was at least relieved that his team had not lost their fighting spirit after falling behind.

Nedved's tireless running of the ball back and forth in central midfield is like a benchmark that invisibly affects every team-mate.

Now Millwall focuses on the left wing, even if it is a strong attack, it still plays on the left wing, which suddenly makes the pace of the game very fast in the last 20 minutes!

And every time Middlesbrough's players face Millwall's attack, they almost subconsciously put their minds on the right.

While Pire was already trapped on the left wing, Aldridge looked up at the times on the scoreboard: 88:27, 88:28

His eyes were full of solemnity, and he said in his heart: The time for the decisive battle has come!

The Middlesbrough crowd sang and laughed in the stands and erupted in cheers when Pire was caught on the left.

Coase cleared the ball with a big foot, Blackmore, who was already clearly unable to keep up with the pace of the game, waited on the spot, and Brian Robson was also ready to delay time with substitutions, and had been waiting for a dead-ball opportunity.

Just as Blackmore was about to stop the football, a figure appeared in front of him.

Defensive titan Makelele!

He rushed up from behind to block the ball with his chest and then played a through ball to Nedved in front.

When Nedved got the ball, the Middlesbrough backline couldn't help but stare at Pire, but this time, Nedved smashed the ball to the right with a penetrating through ball.

Middlesbrough, who are already a bit right-leaning at the back, don't realise how big the space is on their left flank!

Schneider, who has been invisible since creating an own goal, has been walking on the flanks, but he has been pressing the opposition at the back.

Nedved's through ball broke through the Middlesbrough backline, and by the time Fleming came to his senses, Schneider had caught the ball firmly in front of the baseline.

Schneider, who cut inside the box with the ball from the baseline, was unusually calm, and the fighting spirit in his chest was stronger than ever, and he knew that his head was watching him from the sidelines, and now this opportunity was also created by the tireless efforts of his teammates, and he could not squander it, otherwise he could not forgive himself.

There was chaos in the Middlesbrough penalty area, Pire slotted into the back of the box from the right, Trezeguet rushed forward and Larsson also started to sprint towards the goal from the big penalty line, which made the Middlesbrough backline instinctively shrink and step back.

After Schneider stepped into the box, Steve Weeks came up to block and Fleming was in the middle, and he didn't choose to dribble and calmly passed the ball out.

All the players at the back of Middlesbrough watched the trajectory of the ball in shock.

It's not a cross in front of goal, it's not a high cross.

The damn ball actually struck back from Schneider's feet and headed for the top of the arc of the penalty area.

The recovery of the back line has created a lot of space near the top of the box.

A blonde majestic horse arrived, and the horizontal knife was immediately slashed, and the foot was shot angrily!

Aldridge gritted his teeth and clenched his fists on the sidelines, he seemed to be able to see every detail of Nedved's shooting, and the swinging thighs were full of powerful beauty, he was like an elegant king, a golden lion!

Bang!

A powerful shot was born from Nedved's feet, and the ball exploded into the top left corner of the goal like a cannonball!

“GOOOOOOOOOAL！ Pavel Nedved! Pavel Nedved! Millwall equalised, now 2:2, 2:2! Millwall have put Middlesbrough back behind them again and they are still the top team in League One! ”

Seeing the ball fly into the gate of Middlesbrough, Aldridge suddenly knelt on the spot with his legs bent, his fists vibrating up and down in front of him, and he roared with his head closed and his eyes raised to the sky!

It was a great goal!

Top of League One?

To hell with it!

Millwall, the lion, has a soul!

PS: Thanks for the "take off the slippers" tip!