"This action is very big... George Wood fell to the ground in pain, and it seemed to be injured, and it was very injured... Since his debut, George Wood has never missed a game in the Forest due to injury. Will this be the first time that he has unforgettable?" The commentator kept talking. The TV screen cooperated very well and slowly replayed the slow motion of Marklele's foul just now, but from the action, it was indeed ruthless. George Wood was overturned.

"The perpetrator" Marklele stood outside. As if nothing had happened, he looked relaxed, and shouted to the inside in French through the layers of people.

"What is that bastard calling?" Gareth Bale, no matter whether Marklele is a senior or a character on the court, hurting his brother, he would not be in the mood to respect the elderly and love the young.

Ribery and Zimbonda were not on the court, and the Forest team had no French now, but Kompani, as a Belgian, could still understand French. He and Bale were both people who "protected" Wood in the inner circle. He translated: "It seems... 'Get up, boy. I didn't hurt you, you... know. 'Uh?"

The two looked down at Wood, and Wood, who was lying on the ground, was also looking at them.

"I'm not hurt," he said. "He tackled the ball first, then took me over..."

Van der Fate interrupted him again: "If you don't lie on the ground for a while, how can we win him a card?"

There was a small riot on the court, which almost happened in every match between Forest and Chelsea. And more than once. The fans in the stands booed excitedly and followed suit.

The referee finally showed a yellow card to Marklele. The players next to the Forest Team are still "antily protesting":

"This kind of foul should be a red card!"

Team doctor Fleming led someone to drag a stretcher into the crowd. He knelt down and squeezed Wood's ankle: "No bones were injured..."

"I'm not hurt..." Wood said helplessly.

"Shut up!" Fleming took out the spray from his bag. He sprayed hard on Wood's legs. Then he said to the two people behind him: "Please carry him down."

Wood quit. He was obviously not injured, but he was going to be carried off. In his heart, being carried off could only be the treatment of his opponent. If he said this, it would be a shame. He strongly opposed it and refused this opinion. "I said I was not injured!"

Fleming also knew that Wood was not injured, and he knew Wood's temper better, so he waved his hand and waved the two staff members back: "Okay, then don't lift it. Go down with me, but be careful to walk a little lame, don't be too obvious... Don't walk too fast. Okay..." He stretched out his hand to hold Wood's hand and made a strong gesture. "... Get up!"

Wood stood up.

"Remember what I said and go slower!" Fleming whispered beside Wood. It seemed to the audience that they were asking about their injuries with concern.

Seeing their captain stand up again, huge applause burst out from the stands of the city court.

"George Wood walked off the field, and it seemed that he was not seriously injured..."

Wood stood on the sidelines and made a gesture to the referee asking for entry. The referee waved his hand, and he kicked the ground and rushed back. Look at this explosive force, how could there be a trace of injury?

When Tang En was still nervous when he saw Wood lying on the ground and didn't get up for a long time, he was relieved to see Wood being able to get off the field by himself. Then when he saw Wood rushing back to the court quickly, he pulled the corner of his mouth.

Unexpectedly, Wood would run back in such a healthy way. Fleming was also a little surprised and angry. He glared at the back and walked back.

Tang En stretched out his hand to him: "Is that kid okay?"

"Healthier than the bull in heat." Fleming angrily slapped Done and walked back to his seat.

Done looked back at Chelsea's Marklele on the court and smacked his lips: "It's a pity that it's just a yellow card..."

In addition to this yellow card, another gain from Nottingham Forest was the direct free kick at the front of the penalty area, which was taken by Bale.

Bale put the football on and asked Wood, who was standing next to him: "He really didn't hurt you?"

Wood answered the question with a stern face: "No."

"Well..." Bale turned his head and looked at Chelsea's goal. Cech was nervously directing his teammates to line up a wall and block the area near the corner in front of the goal. Everyone knows Bale's free kick level, and this position is the favorite of the left-footed player. But, the anger is gone, and it's a little empty...

The referee whistled, and Wood, who was standing next to him, seemed to be covering Bale, didn't even move, so Bale started and shot.

The football drew an arc and flew beautifully across the human wall and flew towards the near corner of the goal.

Cech rushed over from the far corner, but he didn't touch the football.

Gareth Bale's free kick is not high in height, and it always flies over the top of the wall, so the speed is faster than the average free kick. In addition, the arc is strange and unpredictable, making it difficult for goalkeepers to judge.

Seeing that the football was about to hit the goal net, it hit the crossbar and bounced out of the bottom line.

A huge sigh sounded over the city stadium. Everyone couldn't help but hug their heads and sighed for the beautiful free kick that they didn't score.

Tang En on the sidelines, like them, held his head in his hands and squatted on the ground. This time he shouted out loud: "What a fucking pity!"

Compared with Donne, who was as active as the monkey, Mourinho was still in the same position, and Bale's free kick crossbar did not surprise him too much.
Chapter completed!