Woodgate jumped and fought for the top, but he was over!

"Hunterrall's chance!"

Hunterlaer, who was ambushing behind him, stopped the football with his chest while turning around. This was a difficult move - the ball was stopped and turned around in one go. When the football stopped from the air, he could raise his foot and shoot!

There was no one around him, and he could complete this shooting without interruption...

"Huntral! Hunter's fatal blow!"

The Spanish commentator couldn't wait to scream before the football was kicked. He even stood up from his seat and looked down.

"See fucking..."

Tang En had no time to curse and swear, and Hunterlaer shot the football out.

Turning around and volleying, the ball kicked the ground quickly and fiercely, and it seemed that it would definitely make a move!

However, a figure blocked the only way for football. The speed was too fast, and he had no time to use his hands, so he could only lower the center of gravity. He used his chest to block the football!

"Akinfeyev! This is Akinfeyev's wonderful save! He retained hope for Nottingham Forest! At this moment, this Russian is also the 'Saint Igor' of Nottingham Forest!"

It was the English commentator's turn to go crazy. The moment Hunterlaer made his foot, their hearts all fell to the bottom, thinking that the game was over. Unexpectedly, Akinfeyev proved at a critical moment that Russia's number one goal was not much weaker than Casillas, and he could still turn the tide!

"What a bastard!" Michelle couldn't help but swear. He thought his team would win. He didn't expect Nottingham Forest to be so tenacious...

"Ha!" Tang En smiled, "If you survive the disaster, you will have good fortune. Real Madrid are dead! You are dead!!" In fact, his heart has been beating wildly. It has not slowed down yet. His forehead vest is covered in sweat, his legs are even trembling slightly, and he may fall down due to his weak knees at any time - if he doesn't shout loudly, this may be true.

I'm scared to death...

Tang En secretly felt glad in his heart. He admitted that he was a little scared. If it weren't for Ajinfeyev's decisive attack, the ball might have really made it...

Chris Lack was also scared. He ran to the sidelines and said to Donn: "Defense, Tony! There is one minute left. Defensive..." He also stuffed the list of penalty shooters in his hand into Donn's hand.

Tang En turned around and glared at him, and Chris Lak was stunned for the look of that expression - he was frightened again. Tang En gritted his teeth, his eyes wide open, his expression was ferocious, and he said firmly: "No! Continue to organize the offensive! Even if it is only one minute, we will still strive for a goal!"

Tang En threw the list in his hand directly on the ground, with the momentum of the King of Chu's tyrants.

After Real Madrid's goal was not scored, it seemed that they had slightly affected their morale. They did not take advantage of the situation to launch the second wave of offensives, but chose to recover - there was only one minute left before the end of the game. There was no need to take the risk of pushing out and fighting the Forest team. Michelle has studied the Forest team's game video. He found that this tenacious German team often scores goals at the last minute of the game, which can be regarded as the characteristics of the Forest team. All he had to do was not give the Forest team the opportunity to play with this characteristic.

Real Madrid recovered, and Forests attacked.

After receiving the ball, George Wood did not choose to pass the ball, but suddenly dribbled the ball.

When he faced Ribery in the middle, he swung a shot, first making a pass, and then wrapped the ball with his right foot. He twisted his body. He wiped the ball from the opposite direction of Ribery.

Then he did not continue to dribble the ball in the middle, and Real Madrid's middle was now the key to defending the heavy troops. He followed the moment he had passed Ribery and directly led the football to the side.

"George Wood started dribbling! Is he going to break through the wing and then cross?"

Seeing him dribbling on the wing, Ibisevic and Mitchel, who was already exhausted, both cheered up and rushed to the goal in the middle, intending to receive his cross.

Higuain came up to intercept Wood, but he was blocked by Wood one step slower and could no longer pose any threat to the strong Wood. He staggered behind for a few steps and chose to give up - he was afraid that he would kick Wood from behind and get a yellow card, and he already had a yellow card on his body.

Wood felt that Higuain gave up after kicking his feet timidly behind him, and he would not fall down. He was sent off by the opponent or bring the ball to the opponent's penalty area by himself. For such multiple-choice questions, you don't have to hesitate to know which answer to choose.

Wood felt the pressure from behind him lightened, and he continued to drive the ball forward along the wing.

This time, Drared and Ramos pounced on the ground. They wanted to close Wood.

Wood decided to force a breakthrough and rushed out while the opponent was not closed.

But he was a little slower. The man rushed over, but the ball was left by Ramos.

"It's a pity!" the English narrator shouted, feeling disappointed beyond words.

"Beautiful job!" The Spanish commentator had been hanging from the center of the earth since he started, and finally could let go. Wood's breakthrough just now was so imposing, and a sense of fear arose.

After seeing this scene below, Tang En waved his fist angrily.

Wood looked back at Ramos who was lying on the ground, and collided with Ramos who fell out of the sideline because he couldn't stop the car.    Is that the end? Are you going to prepare for a penalty kick?

He suddenly saw Gareth Bale waving to him. He was shouting something loudly. Unfortunately, the scene was too noisy and he couldn't hear it clearly.

Ramos, who was lying on the ground, felt danger. Before he could get up, he lay on the ground and swept the football directly out.

Bell had already hit the horse and stretched out his foot to block...

The football hit his calves and bounced back, crossed over Ramos' head and flew forward!

George Wood is there!

Gare habitually raised his hand and turned his head to look at the referee. But he found that the referee had no expression. He was shocked and turned around and rushed towards Wood.

"Good ball! No offside!"

"Is this offside... The front is empty! The borderman did not raise the flag!"

Wood turned around and looked at the football flying towards him. He raised his right leg sideways and moved the football flying into the inside... The football changed the line and bounced towards the penalty area, and he accelerated again. He caught up with the football and continued to dribble the ball towards Real Madrid's penalty area!

Ramos had already climbed up from the ground and rushed towards George Wood in front like a tiger. This might be his last sprint.

It was also Wood's last sprint.

Ramos, Gare, Marcelo and Ribery rushed to George Wood from different directions at the same time.

At the same time, Casillas chose to abandon the goal and attack. Mitchel and Ibisevic had not yet run into the penalty area. Wood's speed was too fast, and even his teammates could not keep up... At this time, if you don't attack, you can only watch the opponent break into the penalty area and then have countless choices!

Shoot or pass? Left or right? Breakthrough or direct shot?

At that moment, many thoughts came to Casillas' mind, just like a fork in the road. What stood in front of him was a large net composed of several forks, crisscrossing, making him not know which side to choose.

George Wood also noticed Casillas, the attacking place. But he didn't have so many messy thoughts in his mind. He had no teammates in his vision, only Casillas and the goal behind him. Then this was very simple...

Shoot!

Wood naturally swung his right leg while dribbling the ball. It seemed that he was just a normal leg swing, but then he quickly hit the football!

The football drew a very hidden arc and rushed out.

When Casillas saw the football suddenly flying, it was too late to rush out, so he could only extend his hand to block it with conditioned reflex, hoping that his fingertips could rub against the football.

He did get a football. But the ball was too fast and that little bit of strength was not enough to change the course of the football flight.

The football bypassed Casillas. Continue to run forward.

Marcelo changed his mind temporarily when he saw Wood rushing into the penalty area. Instead of rushing to Wood, he went to the empty goal left by Casillas.

He wants to rescue!

But this position is a bit uncomfortable... Even if he can play football, 90% of the time it may be just to kick the football into the goal. Marcelo has no choice but to do it...

The Brazilian defender flew out and the football was infinitely magnified in his eyes.  A little more...you can touch it in a little bit! Faster and faster!!

Marcelo yelled in his heart.

The football passed by his toes...

Then lightly cross the white goal line.

At that moment, time seemed to have stopped, or time no longer exists in this world...

Everything stopped from the beginning of the football crossing the goal line as a whole.

Everyone on the field maintained their last posture before, and was frozen at this moment.

It seemed that ten thousand years have passed, and a sound came from the distant fog, gradually increasing and gradually becoming clear.

“gooooooooooooooooooooooooooo—!!!”

There were more and more sounds, and finally they burst out, as if they were bursting out in an instant.

"The ball is in!!"

"It's incredible! George Wood's single ride passes the level!"

"This is the real finale! The goal in the 120th minute! Nottingham Forest 3:2!"

"Who could have thought of such an ending? When we all thought we would play a penalty kick, George Wood stood up!"

"I thought George Wood would only shoot hard and long-range shots at most, and it depends on luck whether to enter or not. But I was wrong! This goal is so beautiful!"

"Real Madrid was stunned. They didn't expect to concede the ball at the last minute!"

"This goal completely defeated the proud Real Madrid!"

Amid these explosive sounds, the football hit the net, rolled it up, and stopped.

Marcelo slid into the goal and was tangled by the net.

Casillas half-kneeled on the ground, stretched out his hand, and maintained his stance of snatching the ball just now, looking back at everything that happened inside the goal.

Ramos, who was running halfway through, staggered and fell to the ground.

Gare simply stopped and looked at the goal's eyes. He knew what this goal meant.

A living thriller drama was staged in front of Real Madrid's supporters. Everyone was so scared that they couldn't speak.

The entire Bernabeu suddenly fell into silence.

Suffocating silence.

Deadly silence.

In such an environment, Tang En raised his head in front of 80,000 people, spread his arms, and enjoyed the impact of the joy of success on his heart.
Chapter completed!