Chapter 212: One goal to become famous (Part 2)

Anelka came up and punched Bale in the chest, but did not blame him for not passing the ball just now, but said, "It's a good job." Then he turned around and ran back to the penalty area.

Ribery also ran over and patted Bell's head: "It's amazing, little monkey! You made me think I was the one who dribbled the ball just now!"

"Don't listen to the French people's nonsense." Arteta came up and pulled Ribery away, "Thank you for bringing the football out and giving us a chance to attack."

Faced with these praises expressed in different ways, Bell could only respond with a smile. He really didn't know what he should say.

He suddenly glanced at George; Wood was looking at him.

When he was in the youth team, Donne asked Wood to take care of Bale, and Bale also worshiped Wood as his elder brother idol. Apart from Donne, what he wants most now is the praise from Wood.

But after Wood found out that Bell was behind him, he looked away again.

Bale was a little disappointed, and he lowered his head and turned to the sideline to prepare to serve the outbound ball.

At this moment, Wood ran over and picked up the football in front of Bale.

Bell was surprised.

"You come and catch the ball." Wood pointed to the front, "and then take it out and pass the ball."

The little monkey laughed and was particularly happy.

In the stands, a short and fat middle-aged man was pulling the people around him and shouting excitedly: "Hey! Have you seen it? Have you seen the breakthrough just now? Three people have passed! That's my son! My son is a genius! I tell you, the idiots in Southampton used to not believe what I said, now they must have regretted it to death! Haha! My son is a genius! A real genius!" Regardless of whether the people around him were happy or not, he kept talking, and finally shouted at the stadium: "Beautiful job - son!! Let them see how powerful you are!"

Although the beautiful dribble was destroyed in the end, Gareth and Bale dribble gave the Forest players great confidence. A 16-year-old child can make Chelsea feel at ease. Why can't we do it?

I was beaten by the visiting team, and I couldn't even lift my head, couldn't even drive my big feet, and I also injured a teammate and equalized the score by the opponent... We have had enough!

If you don’t give you some color, do you really think that our Nottingham Forest is easy to bully?!

The format on the field gradually reversed. From Chelsea's absolute advantage to the balance of power between the two sides, the Forest can even occasionally push Chelsea to play.

Although this was a forced substitution, it received unexpected results.

Chris Lack said to Don in front of the coach's seat: "Do you know what I thought of when Bale just watched the boy break through the wing?"

"What?" Tang En looked at the stadium and asked without looking back.

"I thought about you bringing him to the youth team to sign a contract."

Donn looked back at Chris Lack.

"I think it's very exciting. It's not about this breakthrough just now, but about you telling Bell at Wilford to be confident and smile. That thing impressed me. Go back to this breakthrough just now and watch him run with the ball.

I just thought - this kid is so confident! He is facing Chelsea, Paul; Ferreira, Dameen; Duff, Diago, Carvalho... but he didn't retreat.

Just…” Chris Lack made a forward gesture, “All the way forward!”

"That was good for you when you were in the youth team, David. Actually, I did nothing, saying a few words of praise is very simple for me..."

"But the children will regard that as the highest reward. And as the motivation to continue working hard."

Tang En laughed.

"I think to be fair... the draw is a reasonable result for both sides. But..."

"But it is reasonable and fair for both teams' head coaches to draw." Reinkell took over Motson's head.

"You're right, Gary. There's still something to see about this game!" Motson said excitedly, "I don't want the draw to end in such a wonderful game, it would be too dull!"

The game entered the last ten minutes, and the score between the two sides was still 2:2. The situation on the court was stalemate and everyone had a chance. But they didn't catch it.

Mourinho and Donn stood on the sidelines together, staring at the stadium with a serious face. He dared not underestimate the sixteen-year-old boy now.

After playing, Bale was very active. Although he was still a little difficult to defend, he received support from other Forest players. Wood also deliberately leaned towards the side. While paying close attention to Lampard's movements, he also took into account the side defense.

In offense, Bale can form a very beneficial supplement to Ribery. His back insertion has increased the defensive pressure on Chelsea on this side. Compared with right back Zimbonda, Gareth; Bale is better at assisting.

His cross from the left is even more accurate than Ribery. The arc, speed and height are all excellent.

Looking at the active Bale, Mourinho suddenly envied the Forest's youth training level.

After he took over as Chelsea's head coach, Abramovich spent a lot of money to build the youth team, the best training facilities, the most modern training base, and the most expensive youth team coaches, and also spent a lot of money and energy to buy young and potential players from all over the world... But what about? None of the Chelsea youth team players can radiate such dazzling light in the game like the young players of the Forest.

It's so damn!

Tang En looked down at his watch. Five minutes before the game entered injury time. He had just replaced Viduka with Bentner and planned to further strengthen the offensive. Now he still had the last substitution. He was hesitating whether to continue to adjust.

Arteta dribbled the ball into Chelsea's penalty area, but was pulled down by Marklele seven or eight meters away from the penalty area. The referee gave a direct free kick.

As usual, Arteta held the football on the ground, and he wanted to take the punishment himself.

Don En's eyes suddenly lit up from the ground. As the main set-piece free thrower of the Forest team, Mourinho could not not study it, and Cech could not know how Arteta would play.

Why don’t I change one temporarily? I caught him off guard!

He gathered his hands together at his mouth to form a trumpet and shouted to the field: "Mickell! Substitute someone to kick!"

Arteta looked back at Tang En strangely, "Submit someone?"

"Let Bell come! Let him play this ball!"

Bale was also surprised when he heard Tang En's words. He didn't expect the head coach to call him and let him play this ball.

Arteta did not express any objection or dissatisfaction with this. Bale was training with him in training, and he knew Bale's ability.

So he waved to let Bale, who was defending behind, and then stuffed the football to him and patted him on the shoulder: "Come on!"

Seeing Bale coming up, Wood ran back, standing where Bale was standing just now, taking over his defense.

This was a rare set-piece opportunity for the Forests in the final stage of the game, and almost everyone rushed up.

Twenty-six meters away from the goal, slightly to the right, the Forest team got a chance to have a direct free kick.

Bell took the penalty.

In the stands, he kept saying that his son was a genius and short fat man stopped calling, but looked nervously at his son who was leaning over to place football.

Mourinho on the sidelines lowered his head and opened the notebook in his hand. Regarding Bale's ability, there was a sentence at the end: He was very good at free kicks.

He frowned.

Very good, how good are you?

Chelsea lined up five people's front wall. In addition, Arteta of Forest did not stand in front of the ball, but squeezed into Chelsea's wall.

After setting the ball, Bale took a step back and stood still. His run-up distance was much closer than Arteta.

Cech is very unfamiliar with the opponent in front of him. He has no information about Gareth; Bale's free kick, and I don't know what way he is stuck in, which corner he likes to play, how fast he is, how powerful he is... He can only save the ball with experience.

The referee found that Chelsea's wall was not far away from the wall, so he walked up and asked the wall to retreat. The Chelsea players were slowly retreating.

None of this disturbed Bale. After he put the football down, he kept staring at the goal ahead.

The referee waited for Chelsea's wall to retreat to a designated distance before running away with satisfaction, and then blew the whistle to indicate that the Forest players could take the penalty.

Hearing the whistle, Bell pointed to the ground with his left toe, and then took a step to run. One step, two steps, and shoot!

Just like he was in the youth team game, and like facing a movable wall of people in training, Bell felt in good condition the moment he made his foot.

Marklele jumped up, but the football flew over his bare head. The spinning football drew a wonderful arc, shooting through the Czech footballer Pitt; Cech's fingers!
Chapter completed!