I am Dmitrio; Albertini, this is my way!

Albertini was trying to shoot, and Matrachi flew to block the ball, lifting his feet high. But he lost because it was just a fake move. No. 4 of Nottingham Forest, once No. 4 of AC Milan, raised his legs exaggeratedly.

He drew again, and he dodged by Matrachi, but Samuel also rushed over. Looking at his appearance, it seemed that as long as Albertini raised his legs, he could take the opportunity to poke the football off.

But Albertini would not give him this opportunity, so he kicked and shot directly!

The football flew between Samuel and Matrachi, not fast and not strong. But it was sudden enough! An arc. Bypassed Giulio; Cesar's hands, and then fell. He drilled into the goal and hit the net...

"Go to a wonderful goal!"

"God! Nottingham Forest equalized the score at the last moment!"

“gooooooooal!”

"Dmitrio; Albertini, the captain of Nottingham Forest, captured the city of Inter Milan!"

"The Jedi counterattack in Nottingham Forest, they won! Two away goals, two!"

Don En rushed out of his seat, kept waving his fists hard, showing off his might at Inter Milan's home court.

Albertini, who scored the goal, couldn't suppress his inner excitement, turned around and rushed to Wood who passed the ball to him, hugged him, and then pulled him to the ground with force.

"Thank you, George! Thank you!"

"Captain, do a pretty job!" Eastwood rushed up, and more teammates rushed up, layer by layer. Even veteran Van der Sar ran over from the goal, jumped up and waved his fists.

"George; Wood's assist... It's really unexpected. Looking at the excitement of the Forests, it seems that they have advanced. However, two away goals can make the Englishman leave Italy with a smile."

The booing, swearing and roaring of the Meacha Stadium disappeared. The singing of two thousand Englishmen resounded throughout the venue. The wind stopped and the waves stopped, and the boat was still above the sea, under the sunshine after tomorrow, on the boat

"…We are from England…We are the best team in England! We are the best team in the world…”

What arrogance, the lyrics are so arrogant, but looking at the scene on the field, no matter what, people can't imagine the word "arrogance".

Because they did it.

A draw with Inter Milan away, 2:2! Two away goals are worth a thousand gold!

Mancini's face was grey and his lips made him bite white. He seemed to be able to foresee what would happen to him and his team in England a week later.

What a bastard!

The Nottingham Forest players' crazy celebrations had to attract the referee's interference in order to continue the game, but in fact, the less than two minutes of the sound was useless.

After Inter Milan kicked off, he kicked the ball towards the frontcourt, hoping that Recoba on the wing could receive the ball. However, the ball was too strong and flew directly out of the sideline. They handed over the ball in vain.

The next thing was simple. Albertini retreated to the backcourt and used his skills and experience to firmly control the football at the foot of the Forest team. He did not rush forward and slowly spent the rest of his time.

When the referee blew the whistle at the end of the game, the Nottingham Forest players raised their arms and entered the venue to celebrate, while the Inter Milan players all walked back to the locker room with their heads down. Because of etiquette, Mancini had to come up and shake hands with Donn.

"Congratulations, Mr. Tangen." Although he was not satisfied with the score, Mancini still congratulated Tangen with a smile.

Of course, Tang En knew that Mancini's smile was squeezed out, and this result would definitely not make him feel like laughing, so he replied with a simple sensible sentence, and the two of them said goodbye.

Mancini was interviewed by several reporters in the mixed zone and then hurried away.

And Don En walked to the court and celebrated the "draw victory" with his players.

Albertini led the players to thank the England fans who came from afar, George; Wood followed him.

He thought of the last goal. He really didn't expect Wood to pass such a goal... he was confused?

But no matter what the process is, good things are good things, and he got the desired result, so don't worry about how Wood spreads it.

Looking at the players celebrating, Don En didn't want to disturb him, so he turned around and walked towards the corridor.

The inside of the pocket of the clothes vibrates, and it is a cell phone. He will adjust it to a vibration during the game.

There were two text messages, the first one was from Chris; Gronia.

"The game was very successful, the last goal was so perfect. Thank you for your support and cooperation these days, Mr. Tang En. I wish you go further in the Champions League."

Don Eun replied, "I want to thank you too, Miss Gronia", and then looked through the next one.

This is not a text message, but a MMS.

What appears on Tang En's mobile phone screen is a photo taken with his mobile phone.

Shania stood in front of the camera, making a "v" gesture, smiling happily. Behind her is the crowded Meacha Stadium stand. At the far end is a red stand, which is the Nottingham Forest fan array.

Tang En looked up and turned his eyes to the stands. The fans were already leaving the court. He couldn't find any of them in the chaotic stands.

But this doesn't matter.
Chapter completed!