Lippi stood on the sidelines and watched the football roll into the goal, with no expression on his face.

But Tony Donn, who was next door, jumped up from the ground and waved his fists hard, celebrating the goal as if he wanted to break his arm.

The heart that was constantly beating in his chest just now suddenly slowed down, and his breathing was no longer rapid.

A disaster is alive...

Vaughan shouted at the camera of the corner flag, followed by an equally excited player. He equalized the score at the last moment of the game, but he should celebrate it well.

But someone interrupted their celebration.

George Wood rushed to the Italian goal. He grabbed the football from Thornton. He then shouted to his teammates who were still in the corner flag area: "The game is not over yet!!"

Seeing him like this, Lippi, who had always been as stable as Mount Tai, had a chill in such a scorching heat - what a terrible guy...

Lippi felt that even if both sides tied, it was not unacceptable. At least thirty minutes left, he could readjust and the Italians would not suffer any losses when they dragged the penalty kick. But George Wood obviously didn't think so. He hoped that the game would end in these 95 minutes!

Even if there is only one second left, the game is not over for him.

"yes!" Michael waved his fist at the monitor. Vaughan's last goal was so exciting. He, a person far away in the United States, couldn't help but feel hot all over.

Meanwhile, in the UK's large and small bars.

Golden hops bloomed above everyone's head. Countless beers were thrown into the air.

“Cheers to England!!”

Vaughan wanted to turn around and hug Wood, who assisted him, but saw Wood waving to him and signaling him to return to the court as soon as possible.

This action surprised him a little. Is it not enough to tie the score?

You know, there is not much time now, what else does he want to do? He still wants to score a goal?

He didn't have time to think about it anymore. He was swept back to the stadium by his teammates to prepare for the next game.

Lippi was stunned for a while before turning around and walking back. He had to talk to Ferrara about the tactical strategies of overtime.

Similarly, Donn also called Walker to his side. He began to prepare for overtime and even penalty shootouts.

"We must curb their morale! We will attack in the first half of the overtime!" Lippi himself may not have noticed that his voice had been raised a lot without realizing it. Obviously, his emotions were very excited. "Regain the initiative of the game in his hands and tell them not to worry and not to panic. The game is only a few dozen seconds left, and the English must be thinking of playing overtime!"

"This damn five-minute break..." Tang En complained that the game was about to end. The high morale that England finally gained may be lost due to a short five-minute break. "Okay, throw this aside... This game will definitely play overtime, and we have to be prepared. Tell them during the break, don't be complacent. The Italians are still very capable. Thirty minutes of overtime are equivalent to giving them a reassurance... Bastard!" He still couldn't help but scold.

The head coaches of both sides racked their brains off the court for the sudden increase of 30 minutes of games, hoping to overwhelm the opponent and continue to take the initiative on the court in their own hands.

On the court, Wood seized the last time to tell his teammates what to do next.

"I don't want to play extra time. I don't want it for a minute. They thought we would accept the result..." He pointed to the opposite side. "We just surprised them."

"But what should we do to score another goal? There's no time, George..." Terry had a question.

"I don't know either..." Wood was honest. He shook his head and replied. If he hadn't been familiar with his temper, Terry would have thought he was joking before...

But as the captain, he must be just using this method to boost morale, right? He is not really unable to accept the draw. In fact, the draw is also a good result. At least we will not lose the game within ninety minutes. Now there are thirty minutes left, and we can still regain our strength and make a comeback.

Terry thought so. Wood was not really trying to score the third goal, but just to keep everyone's morale from being "big" said.

The football was re-placed by Wood at the center circle kickoff point. James Vaughan and Wayne Rooney stood outside the center circle, waiting for the Italian players to come up to kick off the ball.

Vaughan was a hero once, but now he has no intention of considering the treatment that heroes should enjoy. Because the game is not over, it is just equalizing the score. The captain is right, the game is not over.

Lippi stood on the sidelines and was shouting at the Italian player inside: "Pretain the football at your feet, don't kick it easily! Drag the time until the end!!"

At this time, his meticulous silver hair had become scattered because of his fierce movements. The gentlemanly demeanor had long gone away from him. England equalized the score at the last moment, allowing the cunning silver fox to smell the danger. Years of experience told him that at this time, he must not think about scoring a goal and leading, which is a very dangerous "adventurism". Anyway, the game is less than a minute left. Only after delaying it until overtime can there be hope of winning the game. In his original tactics, there are arrangements for overtime.

Don Eun didn't rush to the sidelines to yell because he also felt that the game was destined to be dragged into overtime, and it was so stupid to run to yell some nonsense.

Italian strikers Forti and Balotelli came up to prepare for the kickoff. They have received the latest instructions from the head coach and will play overtime in this game.

Vaughan, Rooney, Walcott and others who were waiting in front suddenly heard a voice from behind.

"Go up and press! Don't worry about defense, grab their ball!" It's George Wood! "Get the ball off, we have another chance to attack!"

With the referee's whistle, Balotelli knocked the ball to Forty, and Forty passed the ball back. At the same time, George Wood was the first to rush up, a little later. It was Vaughan and Rooney. Then, Walcott, Bentley, Cohen, Joe Matok, Richards... and other groups of people rushed to the Italian team's half, and they had only one goal - grab the ball!

Just like the mini game "Tumiao" used to practice passing in training, Italian players fell in the backcourt, while English players seemed to be newbies in professional football for the first time, only recognizing football chases, and regardless of the counter-pointing.

This scene looks a bit funny.

The English fans in the stands were booing, and they were very dissatisfied with Italy's timid approach. They wanted the Italians to send football directly to the English team.

Regarding this situation, Tang En could only swear secretly. He had no other thoughts.

An anxious player was England's on-court player.

If the football is allowed to pass around the Italian player's feet, the referee may not wait for the time to stop time to really come. He will blew the whistle to the end of the game. This is not what they want to see.

Vaughan made a very dangerous flying tackle, but he did not score the football, but he did not score anyone. De Rossi avoided his rash tackle and passed the football to Aquilani next to him. Aquilani faced Rooney's press and passed the football to Chiellini behind him. Chiellini passed it to Sandton on the right.

Jomatok rushed up and Thornton passed the football to De Rossi in front. No matter how the English team fought, football was always at the feet of the Italian players. In terms of foot skills alone, the Italians are indeed better than the English.

However, when it comes to interception, the best person in England has not taken action yet.

Wood kept glancing at the referee. Although he had not looked at the watch so far, there was little time left for England.

De Rossi got the ball again, this time he passed it to Balotelli in the middle. At the same time, Wood followed. Facing the club's captain, Balotelli was not afraid. He even decided to pass Wood and pass the ball again. But the next second he realized how stupid his idea was. Wood quickly came up and did not give him time to use his footwork.

In desperation, Balotelli had to turn around quickly, protect the football in front of him, and block Wood behind him. He thought this would help keep the football temporarily, but he didn't expect that Wood suddenly reached out from the side and stabbed the football!

Balotelli watched Wood go around him. She was about to chase the ball, and was shocked and hurriedly reached out to pull. Originally, Wood could not give up on his pursuit of football when facing such pulling, but when he found that Aquilani was ahead of the football, and when he was pulled by Balotelli, he might not be able to reach the football at all, he had already calculated it in his mind.

Balotelli naturally pulled Wood with all his strength, but Wood fell a little smoothly...

The referee's whistle sounded immediately.

"Ballotelli foul! England got a free kick in the frontcourt! This is likely the last chance for England to attack!" In fact, the injury time had been more than five minutes, but England scored a goal. It took some time to celebrate the goal and wait for the Italian team to serve. Although the fourth official did not raise the sign again, as usual, this time still needs to be slightly filled in.

The atmosphere on the court was not tense, because everyone's minds are thinking about overtime now.                                                                                                                    

After Gerald left the court, although Bentley could also take a free kick, the free kick is now a bit special - it is 32 meters away from the goal, and if you want to shoot directly, Bentley's foot strength cannot be achieved, so he can only choose to pass the ball.

Bentley also had this plan when he went with the football in his arms.

But someone stopped him.

"If you kick the ball out, the game is over." Wood grabbed him halfway.

Bentley looked at the captain and didn't understand what he meant by saying that.

Wood carried the football in his arms and said, "I'll kick it."

This sentence surprised Bentley. He and Wood were teammates of Nottingham Forest for many years, but they had never seen Wood practice free kicks because he couldn't watch his free kicks at all. He knew it himself, so he never required to take a free kick during the game.

Why did he suddenly take the penalty at the last moment of this game?

Bentley guessed it all over the place. She just thought that Wood wanted to have a good time. Anyway, it was a last attack and the possibility of scoring a goal was too small.

So he let Wood take away his set-piece penalty.

Seeing Wood put the football on the ground, Don Eun was also puzzled: Should he come and play in person? What does this mean?

When Lippi saw Wood prepare for a free throw, he no longer had any worries - it seemed that this game would definitely be overtime.

"George Wood? It seems that England is planning to give up this last offensive opportunity, ha!" The Italian narrator was no longer panicked.

Italian players were building a man wall. The ball was a bit far from the goal, and there were no five or six people in line. Only four people stood in front of Wood. The referee was looking at the watch. After this free kick was finished, the whistle sounded at the end of the game no matter what the result was.

I thought I was about to play extra time. There were not as many English players going up to attack as before.

The stands suddenly became quiet, and both English and Italian fans chose to shut up at this time. Perhaps they fought for ninety-five minutes and were tired at the last moment. Perhaps because they felt that this was a critical moment, afraid that the noise would disturb them.

As quiet as them were the fans of the two countries in front of the TV, and Michael Bernard, who was far away in the United States.

Sophia had no way to watch the football scene. She sat at home, staring at the TV screen, pinching her hands together, as if she was praying to God.

In such a quiet environment, everyone's heartbeat seemed to be heard.

Wood placed the football. It was just a blink of an eye, but so many things happened around him, it only made people feel as if another ninety minutes had passed.

The Italian locals did not rub forward. They felt that the ball was too far away and Wood was playing again, which was really no threat.

Wood set up the football and began to retreat and pull out the run-up distance.

He stopped without taking two steps back, but kept retreating. He almost retreated to the middle circle. The running-up distance was about ten meters.

Could it be that he wants to learn from Brazil's left-back Robert Carlos, who has retired long ago?

Wood looked at the football ten meters away, the walls of people farther away, and the goal at the end of the road. At this time, he remembered a long time ago. Demi had not retired at that time and was still playing football for the Forest team. Donn asked Wood to follow Demi to learn how to be an excellent midfielder. So Wood was often with Demi, including Demi who was practicing free kicks.

He once revealed his idea of ​​practicing free kicks, but he would give up without this talent. Demi had a sentence that impressed him deeply. That was when Wood wanted to practice Albertini's "leaf ball". Demi advised him to say. "I am a type, Beckham's one. There are many kinds of free kicks, George. Powerful volleying is also a kind of..."

Powerful volleying is also a kind of thing!

The referee blew the whistle in his mouth and signaled that Wood could make a free throw.

Wood took a deep breath, then stomped his feet hard. Then he leaned forward and made a starting position of sprinting for a hundred meters. The muscles in his body tightened and contracted. The next second he rushed out like a cheetah!

Ten meters of ground were only a moment. He had already rushed to the front of the football. He stepped hard beside the ball with his left foot, waved his left hand, drew a circle outward, and swung his right foot at the same time. The strength was transmitted from the ground through the left foot and the right foot, and then the power of the left foot was increased by waving the left hand, twisting to the right through the waist and abdomen, combining the power on the left and the power on the right into one, and directly accelerated and sent to the arch of the right foot.

In the end.   This force born from the earth reached their end-

Wood's right leg was like a whip, and his foot arch was the tip of the whip, and he hit the football hard.

The football seemed to be shot out by a cannon, soared into the air and flew forward roaring.
To be continued...