"No.  Reasonable collision!"

Manchester City goalkeeper Joe Hart saw that the opponent had brought the ball to the penalty area and quickly attacked.

Wood has adjusted his body posture and center of gravity, and now he is facing Hart and the goal behind him head-on behind him, behind all Manchester City defenders. He swung his right leg.

Hart spread his arms and rushed out horizontally, wanting to stop Wood from thrusting his foot!

Richards didn't care whether the tackle behind the penalty area would be awarded a penalty kick, and slid from the diagonal back towards Wood.

When everyone saw Wood's right thigh swing, they decided that it must be a powerful volley - because it fits the impression Wood always gave.

Hart and Richards also did the same thing when they went to defend the ball - they both went to save three ways - if Wood shot the ball up three ways, then there was only one result: shot flying.

No one would believe Wood's shooting skills.

He swung his right foot and quickly whipped it. He hit the football like a whip.

Then……

The football jumped high, bypassed Richards' feet and Hart's body, drew a parabola, and fell directly into the goal...

At that moment, time seemed to stop. Everyone opened their mouths wide and looked at the football still jumping in the goal in a daze.

what happened?

Andy Gray's hysterical scream broke the silence: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! What did I see? Spoon? Picking shot? Arc ball? God! Who will tell me this must be an illusion! George Wood, the enclave that will shoot in the empty gate, actually kicked such a wonderful piece of art! Something must be wrong in this world..."

Bentner scored a goal. Tony Don was sitting on the coaching seat. At this moment, he also rushed out of the seat with his head in his arms. He looked at George Wood in the distance with his eyes looking at the aliens, muttering words in his mouth: "Diego Maradona, Bruno Conte, Francesco Totti. At this moment, the soul possessed..."

The three names he said were all pick-up experts in world football.

"I can't believe it..." Chris Lack was surprised to hold his head like him. "...my own eyes."

Only Tang calmed down: "When I was practicing shooting for him. He had tried it before. But he never succeeded..."

After George Wood shot the football into the goal, he was thrown to the ground by Richards, who was unable to hold back. He just stood up and was swarmed into the earth and pushed down again. Bell lay on him. Holding his head, his nose pressed against each other, opened his mouth and asked loudly, "How did you do it?"

"I...I don't know, I just think the goal may be higher if I pick up the football..."

Ribery slid in from the other side, and after hearing Wood say this, he hugged his neck hard: "So you did it on purpose! You kid... snatched the limelight from all of us!"

"What other shot will you shoot? How about the 'Scorpio' next time, George!" Van der Fate patted his head with a smile.

Everyone in the stand stood up from their seats, raised their hands, waved their scarves, and jumped in the stands and sang hymns in unison.

Everyone in Manchester City was stunned. They knew how George Wood shot, and it was well known in England - everyone knew that he was not good at shooting.

Unexpectedly, Wood actually used such a difficult shot to break through the goal guarded by Joe Hart and tied the score 1:1!

Even Bentner and Ashley Yang, who had played with him, looked surprised. Has that wood been given hormones? Why did he suddenly shoot with spoon?

"Well, no matter where there is something wrong in this world, no matter how George Wood did it. The fact is that he scored a goal to equalize the score. Before the end of the first half, Nottingham Forest brought the game back to the starting point!"
Chapter completed!