Chapter 85: Confrontation

Whether the Nottingham Forest players protest or begged, the referee insisted on the penalty he just made: Layton Barnes made a handball foul and awarded Chelsea a penalty.

Not only that, he also took out a yellow card from his pocket and warned Barnes.

"Do I thank him for not sending Barnes off the red card directly?" Tang En, who saw this scene outside the court, said dissatisfied.

Don Ke next to him did not answer his words, he still had his own business to work.                                                                                                                     �

Eastwood was a little strange, but he still did. He ran back to the court, bypassed the crowd of people, and came to Van der Sar.

"Assistant Assistant Tang asked me to give it to you." Eastwood handed the note in his hand to Van der Sar.

"What is this?" Van der Sar was puzzled.

"You open it and look at it?"

After Eastwood completed the task, he stood by and watched his teammates plead with the referee. He didn't get involved because he knew that even if he said he was drooling, the referee would not change the penalty he had made before, especially a major penalty like a penalty. He wouldn't do such meaningless things. He was not the captain, and he had to bite the bullet even though he knew he could not do it.

Van der Sar next to him suddenly exclaimed, which attracted his attention instead. “What’s wrong?”

"Hehe, nothing." Van der Sar smiled and put the note away, bent over and put it in the socks.

Eastwood looked at Vandertha suspiciously, but did not continue to ask.

Seeing his teammates still entangled with the referee, Van der Sar patted Eastwood on the shoulder: "You don't seem to worry about this penalty, Freddy?"

Eastwood looked at the people and said, "The judgment is all judged, what's the use of worrying about it. If you don't hold on, I'll score another goal. Ribery can equalize the score forty-five seconds after we concede the goal, and I think I can do it too."

Van der Sar smiled. “Then don’t be too far away from me. If I catch the ball, I will throw it to you directly.”

"One word is determined."

The penalty cannot be changed, and it is meaningless to continue to entangle. The players of the Forest team dispersed and exited the penalty area.

After a brief celebration, Chelsea players walked up with the football in his arms. He is Chelsea's number one penalty kicker in the mainland.

Van der Sar stood in front of the goal line. He lowered his center of gravity slightly and spread his arms.

Looking at Lampard who was placing football, he thought of the note he had just read.

Like last season's Champions League semi-finals, it was a piece of information full of Chelsea's penalties habits of penalty kicks, and Lampard was ranked first.

Van der Sar was not a goalkeeper who was good at saving penalty kicks, but with these detailed information, he was confident that he could save Lampard.

What's more, since the World Cup, Lampard's level of penalty kicks seems to have suddenly dropped, and he has failed to score several times. This game is a life-and-death battle. This penalty is more related to whether Chelsea can finally qualify, and such a great pressure. Can Lampard bear it? These are all places that Van der Sar can seize and use.

He stood in front of the door with his arms wide open, trying to expand his defense area while creating psychological pressure for Lampard.

Lampard placed the penalty kick at the penalty kick, and he repeatedly waved it three times before he stood up and retreated with satisfaction.

The noise in the stadium stands gradually disappeared. Everyone was watching the small area in front of the forest team with their breath holding their breath.

The moment that determines destiny...

It is no exaggeration to say this. If Chelsea can score this goal, the impact on the situation of the game will be very far-reaching. Chelsea can take the opportunity to stabilize the defense and deal with the Forest. It will be difficult for the Forest to fight back again, because the space they can use will be greatly reduced in the future.

And what if Chelsea didn't score? I believe it's not just Chelsea fans, but it's a heavy blow to Chelsea players and coaching staff. Finally, I'm looking forward to a good chance, but I didn't seize it... It's not an exaggeration to describe it as "heartbroken". There will be some time in the future, and Chelsea players will fall into a state of confusion. Morale is low, and it's normal if something goes against them during this period. On the contrary, the Forest team will be highly motivated.

Another point.

It's seventy minutes now, and many Chelsea players who have been running for so long have actually reached the critical point of physical strength. This is the time when they are most powerless. If they want to raise their legs, they have to rely on their willpower to support them, not everyone's willpower is so awesome.

Of course, if they can survive this critical point, it will be okay to play in the next ten minutes. They will continue to entangle with Nottingham Forest. If they can't get through it... the result is self-evident.

Don En said he was a gambler. What about Mourinho?

Lampard stood three steps away from the ball, waiting for the referee to blow the whistle.

The city stadium, which can accommodate up to 30,000 people, is silent in this. Whether it is the bench, coach seat, or VIP box, everyone is staring at the two people in the middle of the stage.

Done didn't say anything, just bit his lip. He said he wanted to give Albertini the most perfect farewell match, he said he wanted George to step onto the finals of the European Champions League again, and a year ago he promised Ribery that it would not be the only time they entered the finals of the Champions League...

He made so many promises, how could he watch them disappear?

"beep--"

Just when Tang En was in a mess, the referee's whistle sounded, which was particularly clear in this quiet stadium.

After hearing the whistle, Lampard began to run up. The three steps were very close. The run up in an instant. He leaned to the left and swung his right foot... and shot!

While he was raising his feet, Van der Sar flew out. He noticed Lampard's run-up and swing of his feet, and believed that although Lampard's body was tilted to the left, it did not push the football to the left. The tilt of his body was just a fake move, tricking him into pounce in that direction.

So Van der Sar chose to pounce on Lampard's right side and on the left side of his body.

Just as he rushed out, he found that Lampard did not push to either side, and the football flew straight towards the middle Lions!

This is really unexpected!

In the middle, it is fast and powerful, and it looks unstoppable!

Can't stop?

This thought just rose in Vandersa's mind and was dumped out.

The ball is very fast, half high. The middle road...

The ball is very fast?!

Thank God!

Van der Sar flew across the air and stretched his legs straight, looking a little awkward and funny, but he knew it was the only chance.

If Lampard's shot is strong enough, the speed will be fast enough, then before Van der Sar's body completely flew out... his feet may still encounter the football flying towards the middle!

At this moment, Van der Sar hopes that he can have a strong ability to stay air-stall with Michael Jordan as long as he stays here, and then wait for the football to hit him...

"Bang!"

A sensation of a sensation of impact came from his feet. This feeling made him ecstatic - I blocked it!

"Unbelievable! Lampard's penalty kick failed!" The commentator couldn't hide his disappointment - Don Eun's luck was so good!

Lampard looked up at the football flying over his head, feeling a little dazed.

Penalty Nightmare, Penalty Nightmare... It has been bothering him since the World Cup and is unwilling to let him go.

He seemed to have returned to the 2006 World Cup in Germany. The person wearing the red Nottingham Forest jersey suddenly became a Portuguese player in red...

On that painful and desperate night, he was the first to play in the penalty shootout. He knew very well what the "first man" meant, but he failed everyone's expectations. He sent the penalty directly to Ricardo's arms.

After he missed the penalty, his bad emotions were also transmitted to his teammates. The second penalty, Gerald, was on the verge of collapse after seeing Lampard miss the ball. He suppressed the tears in his eyes and walked up to play the second goal. The consequences can be imagined...

England's two most stable men in the penalty kicks shot, and England fell in front of the Portuguese again. They lost to the penalty nightmare again.

The huge cheers pulled him back from the tranced spiritual world. He turned around and saw his teammates desperately returning to defense. There was only one goal - No. 11 Nottingham Forest running wildly, Eastwood!

Not becoming a dead ball?

"Roar, Freddy!!" Van der Sar behind him waved his fists and shouted loudly. He didn't care that he didn't have time to show up in the close-up to celebrate saving the penalty. Now it's a great opportunity for the Forest to counterattack!

Chelsea fought for seventy minutes and scored a penalty. Nottingham Forest was in a mess for seventy minutes. Isn’t it also waiting for an opportunity like this?

"Charge! Our Gipsai Rooney!!" The Forest fans in the stands shouted together with Van der Sar.

Mourinho saw his subordinates missed the penalty again. But there was no time to be upset or furious. He now had to worry about his goal because of the penalty kick just now. Most people rushed up, and now there are only two central defenders outside the goalkeeper Cech behind.

He whispered a swear word, but didn't know whether it was a penalty kick that was not scored or a forest team to fight back quickly.

Tang patted Tang Endi on the shoulder: "I said things are not that bad."

Don Eunko didn't care about complimenting his foresight, and he murmured excitedly: "come_on! Freddy, give them a fatal blow!"

"Jose, maybe it's not that bad..." Technical director Grant stood by and said, "We have Terry and Carvalho."

Mourinho scolded: "I'm just worried about this!"

Grant's face changed and he stopped talking.

Terry had a yellow card on him, and now he was the first to catch the opponent.

"Press up, don't show your foot!" Mourinho rushed to the sidelines and shouted loudly.

There was a noise in the court. Terry didn't hear Mourinho yelling on the sidelines, and he didn't have time to turn his head to see the head coach's anxious expression. Now he only has one person in his eyes - Eastwood who was running wildly with the ball.

"This situation is really like a large-scale hunting on the African grassland. Groups of lions are chasing a single zebra... and the lion king blocks the prey and stares at it with a fierce look." The narrator's metaphor is very vivid.

A large number of Chelsea players are trying to catch up. They are now counting on Terry ahead to force Eastwood to slow down. As long as he slows down, he can form a siege immediately. Then the Forest's rapid counterattack will also die.

"The Zebra looks like there is no way out..."

Eastwood originally planned to turn around when the two sides were not close and circumvent Terry. Suddenly, he thought that Terry received a yellow card in the first half.

The scene that happened to Wood flashed before his eyes.

The Gypsy changed their minds, accelerated again, and rushed straight towards Terry.

In Nottingham Forest, Eastwood's speed is not as fast as the four wing assaulters, but it is definitely not slow. Short-range sprints are still not to be underestimated.

It was about 40 meters from the backcourt to the opponent's thirty meters. Eastwood knew that he had reached his limit. He could even feel the knees that had undergone three surgeries were moaning painfully and could no longer run fast. In this way, he would be quickly caught up by the pursuers behind him, and then a fast attack from the Forest team ended. How could Van der Sadi's gift be wasted so easily?

If it is destined to end, it is better to pull up a cushion!

John Terry saw Eastwood coming straight towards him, and he went up to him without any weakness.
To be continued...