Godfather Of Champions

Michael Bernard has never been so anxious like today, even when facing the difficulties of clients and sudden official duties, he always coped with ease, with a polite smile on his face, calling his subordinates I feel full of confidence when I see it. No matter what difficulties I have, I can't help it.

But today is different.

At noon, he locked himself in the office, specifically instructed the secretary not to let anyone disturb him, and then planned to watch the game through webcast. But it was so unlucky. Before he planned to do so, he was called to talk by his immediate boss.

This is really a tragedy. What is even more tragic is that his boss is very interested in talking to him this time, telling him that the company intends to promote him further and may entrust him with important tasks. He didn't dare not go to such a conversation, nor did he dare to show any impatient emotions in the conversation...even though he was indeed very impatient.

Looking at the boss on the opposite side, he really had the urge to lift the heavy glass ashtray on the table, put it on his forehead, then grab the goal and ran to watch the ball. As for work...Where is the time to think about that?

This unexpected conversation made him recognize one thing-it turns out that he still can't leave football in his heart. He thought he had forgotten, but in fact, he did not forget, but buried it in the deepest part of his heart, so deep that he could not even notice it. Until today, rushing to watch the European Cup made him wake up like a dream.

He was able to leave when his boss had finished his business and private affairs. Looking at the watch on the wrist again, there are only less than five minutes left before the 90-minute game is over.

He ran all the way to the elevator, and found that the elevator was still far away from the tenth floor, and looked at the watch again. He didn't have time to wait for the elevator here, so he rushed to the next stairwell and hopped off.

Although there are only a few minutes, he doesn't want to give up. His feelings for English football have gradually faded. The only team in his life that made him enthusiastic was Nottingham Forest. He just wanted to see how his old friend looked like standing on the most dazzling stage of the World Series.

I don’t know if it’s still that arrogant, ha!

Like a whirlwind, Michael blew up the paper documents on the tables on both sides of the aisle, and in the surprised eyes of the subordinates, he blew into his office, not forgetting to blow the door.

Michael, who rushed to his desk, eagerly opened the link to the live broadcast, fidgeting and waiting to connect to the media.

The quality of the Internet in the United States is very good, and the online live broadcast took only ten seconds to connect, and it was smooth.

His eyes were fixed on the computer screen before he breathed, and he almost forgot to breathe.

In the player, the first act he saw was the fourth official standing on the sidelines and holding up the sign of stoppage time: 5.

"Five minutes of stoppage time!" ESPN's commentator told Michael in English, who just opened the live broadcast. "England is still behind 1:2, and only five minutes are left for them. I really can't imagine how Dunn's team will restore the situation..."

While talking, the camera was aimed at Tony Dunn, the England coach standing in front of the coaching bench.

Michael saw the long-lost old friend, but did not see his face, because the first thing that caught his eyes was Tony Dunn's back. The man was standing on the sidelines with his hands around his chest, and the back of his white shirt was wet with sweat.

The live broadcast did not give him a positive close-up shot, because the game on the field has entered a white-hot stage, and the camera only shook behind Dunn before turning to the field.

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"The England team is in trouble. There are five minutes of stoppage time. They must seize it, otherwise everything is over! But can they seize this five-minute opportunity? Or... the Italian team can give them a few minutes away Time? You know, the Italian team is now in possession of the ball!"

"Let them pour the ball behind like this? That won't work!" Vaughan rushed up, hoping to steal the ball in the frontcourt.

Chiellini quickly passed the football to Silvestri next to him.

Silvestri just came on the court and didn't even run hot. In such a hurry, he suddenly received a pass from his teammate, and his stop was slightly bigger. It was as if the shark smelled the blood, and Rooney appeared in front of him instantly. Don't think about continuing to hold the ball at this time. In order not to make a mistake, Silvestri directly kicked the football out.

The England team finally got the ball. At this time, five minutes have passed, and they must seize all the time to attack.

The Italian team did not have the energy to harass the frontcourt anymore. After 90 minutes of fierce fighting, their physical strength was low. In order not to go wrong, they all chose to retreat to the half court to defend. Lippi doesn't care how embarrassed his team will be in the last few minutes, as long as he can hold on, then he will be the one who has the best in the end.

Facing the Italian team that even the forwards have returned to the front of the penalty area to participate in the defense, the England team was a little at a loss. After passing the ball several times in a row, there was still no right time to pass the ball. A little anxious Bentley simply shot an outrageous long shot in the ribs...

The Italian fans in the stands gave him a warm applause for his shot, thanking him for helping wasting an offensive opportunity for the England team.

Dunn was no longer as anxious as he was before. Regarding Bentley's blind long shot, he was indifferent outside the court, did not make any annoying moves, and did not yell. It seems that it is not his team that is behind. Perhaps it should be said that he has no choice now. As a head coach, he has done everything that should be done. It is impossible to help the team play by himself again, right?

What happens after this depends on the performance of the players.

For example, James Vaughn has not done anything since he played.

Vaughan himself is also very dissatisfied with this-he complained that he was not reused when he was not playing, but Abang Raho, who replaced him, scored a goal. And when he himself had a chance to play, the team faced a crisis, but he made no contribution. This is really unreasonable.

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"We need to score! Rooney! Vaughn! And Walcott, what are you doing?!"

In bars in the UK, countless people stared at the screen and asked such questions. Dunn had already used all three substitution quotas, and he couldn't find anything after that.

"What can we do at this time? We can't go up and help them score, but we can use our singing to inspire them!" In the Bernabeu stand, John is making a generous statement to his partners. "Guys, sing with me—Saint George bless England! Saint George bless England—!!!"

"St. George bless England!!"

The singing came from everyone's mouth, as if rivers merged into the vast ocean, and finally formed a wave of shocking waves hitting the shore.

At this time, the English fans became the absolute masters in the stands, and the Italians were crushed by them.

But it seems that their singing did not play a role. In the first three minutes of stoppage time, the England team failed to threaten the Italian team's goal.

"It's the Italian team, and it's Lippi. This defense makes Tony Dunn's England team at a loss. The Italian team is approaching the second European Cup in their history, and the leading England team is Staying away from their first European Cup, this is a reality that saddens English fans..."

I don't know if others think so, but John and their fans did not give up singing.

Even Mortensen was a little frustrated: "Maybe only the gods that descend from the sky can save us... Such a reality is so cruel, who would have thought that we were ahead by a goal twenty minutes ago?"

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Stoppage time officially entered the fourth minute.

Now the head coaches of the two teams have no licenses, and all they can do is watch the show. Lippi also got up from his seat and walked slowly to the sidelines. At such a tense moment, even after countless winds and rains, he couldn't sit still.

This period is almost a circle.

George Wood is holding the ball, he faces little defensive pressure, because he is relatively backward, while the Italian players shrink further, there is a long distance between the two. The cautious Italians did not rush to steal the ball, they did not want to give England a chance to play behind.

Wood assigned the football to Bentley on the wing, and Bentley passed the long pass to Chris Cohen on the other side.

It seems that England can still only pass so meaninglessly, and can't send the football to the front.

Chris Cohen made a cross. Rooney struggled to get the ball, but the football hit Christo and flew out of the baseline.

The England team quickly took a corner kick, a tactical kick. Wood stepped forward and passed the football back to the full-back Joe Matoke who charged up. Matock faced Balotelli's defense and tried to break through after a false shot, but Balotelli fell to the ground.

The referee's whistle sounded and the England team got a free kick with a small angle on the left side of the Italian goal, more like a 30-degree corner closer.

At this time, every set-kick may break the opponent's goal, Terry and Taylor are all pressed, even Joe Hart is ready to rush to do something for the team.

Bentley is a right-footed player. It stands to reason that a free kick from this angle should be passed. It is more common sense to kick with the left foot in the future. But the right-footed player kicking the left free kick has another effect.

Bentley set the football, got up and walked away. Just waiting for the referee's whistle.

"This is an internal spin! Be careful of their backs!" Goalkeeper Amelia yelled in front of the goal, asking his teammates to guard.

At this time, the players on both sides were concentrated near the penalty point and did not squeeze in front of the goal like a corner kick. This is obviously to let the penalty team kick the football towards the goal instead of spinning it outwards, and then the group of people in the middle will be inserted into the homeopathic rush to the goal. The defensive player has to sprint towards the goal with the offensive player. In this process, it is a bit difficult for them to shake their heads and push the football in the opposite direction... Even if no one can hit the ball, the football will continue to follow the established trajectory and fly straight to the back corner of the goal, as long as Amelia is here. The whole process is shaken by anyone, and loses the first opportunity and due judgment, it may cause the football to fly directly into the goal.

This is the advantage of allowing the right-footed player to kick the set ball on the left and the left-footed player to kick the set ball on the right.

How could the Italian team fail to see such an obvious tactic. The Italians have strengthened their close marking of the English players, and even use the action of pulling the jersey to stop their offensive.

Everyone turned their attention to Bentley's aerial ball.

George Wood stood next to Bentley, but didn't attract any attention. Although Wood used a free kick to score a goal in the game against the French team, the position of the free kick was directly in front of the penalty area, and the shot angle was very good. Now that the football and the goal are at an angle of about thirty degrees, Amelia can easily seal the angle. Heavy shots won't work here.

In the penalty area, England players and Italian players are entangled, one side wants to get rid of, the other side is desperately stuck. Not giving way to each other, but England players have their own small abacus-it's okay to let them pull at this time. When the ball comes out, you only have to fall back. Maybe it's a penalty kick?

The referee retired from the penalty area, and he blew the whistle for kick-off.

After the approach, Bentley didn't pass the ball directly to the penalty area, but instead moved away!

Standing on the side, Wood rushed up, raised his left foot, and directly drew the football in!

From Amelia to striker Forty, the eleven Italians put their defensive focus in the air. No one thought that the ball was flying to the goal against the turf!

Is it really a direct shot?

Amelia was shocked and quickly lowered her center of gravity, sank her body, and tried to pounce on the ball.

At the same time, the penalty area is like the Royal Jockey Club firing a gun. Players from Italy and England rushed to the goal.

In fact, it is not a shot at all, but a cross. It is just a Wood-style cross. The football rushes to the far corner of the goal. As long as someone touches it in the process...

Rooney didn't hit the football under the interference of Christo, and he passed the football. Wood's vigorous "volley" was really too fast, and the opportunity to shoot was fleeting.

Walcott and Terry in the middle did not touch the football either, but they collided with Chiellini and Silvetri.

The collision also caused interference to Amelia. When he finally got rid of the situation in front of him and prepared to save, he found it was too late!

In the chaotic penalty area, no one outsider could see what was going on. But I saw a white figure suddenly pierced out of the crowd, like a dagger that flashed through the cold light, and then saw the football suddenly change direction just a step away from the goal, rolling across the goal line!

This is really unexpected. No one thought that this free kick actually caused a goal!

"What? What...what_the_great_GOOOOOOOOAL!!!"

John Mortensen, who was still somewhat downcast just now, was resurrected instantly.

"What do we see? A miracle is happening! England tied the score at the fourth minute and ten of stoppage time! Who scored the goal? Or was it an own goal at all?!"

In doubt, one person rushed out of the crowd in front of Italy, but it was James Vaughan in a white jersey!

As he ran to the corner flag, he flipped up the jersey facing the camera lens, revealing his long-prepared T-shirt, which read: "We are with you, Aron!"

"This ball is for you, Aron!" he shouted at the camera, pointing to the T-shirt on his chest.

"James Vaughn! James Vaughn!! He saved England!! He saved Tony Dunn's heart!!"

Mortensen roared hoarse, almost lost his voice.

"What happened? The goal was scored? England equalized the score?" The Italian commentator used three interrogative sentences in a row, and his heart was shocked. "God, what is going on?!"

The fans from England in the stands answered him like a tsunami: "Hurrah! James Vaughan! Long live! Saint George!"

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Amelia lay on the ground with her hands spread out into a big font. At this moment, he didn't even have the strength to get up. He only felt weak, and the strength of his whole body was taken away with the loss of the ball.

How is this going? His mind is still unclear.

Why is this happening?

This is probably a common question of countless Italians.

Lippi stood on the sidelines and watched the football roll the goal, his face still expressionless.

Tony Dunn, who was next door, jumped up from the ground and waved his fist vigorously, as if he was about to break his arm to celebrate the goal.

The beating heart that was accelerating in his chest suddenly slowed down, and his breathing was no longer fast.

Don't die...

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Vaughan yelled at the camera lens of the corner flag, followed by the equally excited players. At the end of the game, the score was equalized, but it is a good celebration.

But someone interrupted their celebration.

George Wood rushed into Italy's goal and hacked the football from Thornton. Then shouted to the teammates who were still in the corner flag area: "The game is not over yet!!"

Seeing him like this, Lippi, who has always been as stable as Mount Tai, gave birth to a bit of chill in such scorching heat-what a terrible guy...

Lippi feels that even if the two sides are tied, it is not unacceptable. At least there are 30 minutes before he can re-adjust and delay the penalty kick to the Italian. But George Wood obviously doesn't think so, he hopes that the game will end within these ninety-five minutes!

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

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"YES!" Michael waved his fist at the monitor. Vaughan's goal at this last moment is really exciting. Let him, a person far away in the United States, couldn't help but feel hot.

At the same time, in British bars and bars.

Golden hops bloomed above everyone's head, and countless beers were thrown into the air.

"Cheers to England!!"

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Vaughan wanted to turn around and hug Wood, who assisted him, but saw Wood beckoning to him, beckoning him to return to the court quickly.

This move surprised him a bit. Isn't it enough to equalize?

Knowing that there is not much time now, what else does he want to do? Still want to score?

Before he could think any more, he was swept back by his teammates and returned to the court to prepare for the next game.

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Lippi only froze on the sidelines for a while before turning around and walking back. He had to talk to Ferrara about the tactical strategy for overtime.

Similarly, Dunn also called Walker to his side, and began to prepare for overtime and even penalty shootout.

"We must curb their morale! We attacked in the first half of overtime!" Lippi himself may not have noticed, his voice has been unknowingly improved a lot, obviously, his emotions are very excited. "Retake the initiative in the game and tell them, don't worry, don't panic. There are only a few dozen seconds left in the game, and the English must be thinking about playing overtime!"

"This **** five-minute rest..." Dunn was complaining that the game was about to end, and the high morale that the England team had finally gained might be lost because of the short five-minute rest. "Okay, throw this aside... This game will definitely have overtime, we have to be prepared. Tell them during the break, don't get overwhelmed. The Italians are still very strong. Thirty minutes of overtime. The match is like giving them reassurance... asshole!" He still couldn't help cursing.

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The coaches of both sides are racking their brains for the sudden increase of 30 minutes of play off the court, hoping to overwhelm each other and continue to take the initiative on the court in their own hands.

While on the court, Wood took the last moment to tell his teammates what to do next.

"I don't want to play overtime, not even a minute. They thought we would accept this result..." He pointed to the other side. "We just surprised them."

"But what should we do to score another goal? There is no time, George..." Terry questioned.

"I don't know..." Wood was honest. Shaking his head and replied, if he wasn't familiar with his temper, Terry really thought he was joking before...

But as the captain, he must be just using this method to boost morale, right? It's not that a draw is really unacceptable. In fact, a draw is also a good result. At least we won't lose the game within 90 minutes. Now there are still thirty minutes, and we can regain our strength and make a comeback.

Terry thought so. Wood is not really going to score the third goal, but just to keep everyone's morale from talking about the "big talk".

The football was repositioned by Wood on the kick-off point in the center circle. James Vaughan and Wayne Rooney stood outside the center circle, waiting for the Italian players to come up and kick off.

Vaughan became a hero once, but now he has no intention of thinking about the treatment the hero should enjoy. Because the game is not over, it just equalized the score. The captain is right, the game is not over yet.

Lippi stood on the sidelines, yelling at the Italian players inside: "Keep the football under your feet, don't be too big! Drag the time to the end!!"

At this time, his original meticulous silver hair had become disorganized because of his fierce movements, and the gentleman's demeanor had long since left him. England equalized the score at the last minute and let this cunning silver fox smell of danger. Years of experience told him that at this time, you must not think of scoring and take the lead. It is very dangerous "adventurous". Anyway, there is only less than a minute left in the game, and it is only possible to win the game until overtime. In his original tactics, there was a deployment for overtime.

Dunn didn't rush to the sidelines to yell, because he also felt that the game was destined to be dragged to overtime. It was so stupid to run to shout nonsense.

Italian forwards Forty and Balotelli came up to prepare for the kick-off. They have received the latest instructions from the head coach that the game will be played in overtime.

Vaughn, Rooney, Walcott and others who were waiting in front suddenly heard the voice behind themselves.

"Go up and fight! Leave the defense and grab their ball!" It's George Wood! "Grab the ball, we still have another chance to attack!"

With a whistle from the referee, Balotelli knocked the ball to Forty, who then passed the football back. At the same time, George Wood was the first to rush up, and later, Vaughan and Rooney. Then, Walcott, Bentley, Cohen, Joe Matoke, Richards... and a group of people all rushed to the half of the Italian team, their goal was only one-to grab the ball!

It’s like the little game "Making the Monkey" used to practice passing in training. The Italian players fall in the backcourt, while the English players seem to be newcomers to professional football for the first time and only recognize football. Chasing, and no matter what counterpoint marking.

This scene looks a little funny.

The English fans in the stands were booing, and they were dissatisfied with the timid approach of Italy. They wish the Italians would send the football directly to the English team.

In such a situation, Dunn could only swear swearing secretly, and had no other ideas.

It is England's players who are anxious.

If the football is allowed to pass under the feet of the Italian players, then the referee may not wait for stoppage time to really come before blowing the whistle at the end of the game. This is not what they want to see.

Vaughan made a very dangerous flying shovel. He did not shovel the football, but he did not shovel anyone. De Rossi evaded his rash tackle and passed the football to Aquilani next to him. Aquilani faced Rooney's pressure and passed the football to Chiellini behind him. Chiellini then passed to Thornton, the defender on the right.

Joe Matoke rushed forward and Thornton passed the football to De Rossi in front. No matter how the England team fights, football is always at the feet of the Italian players. In terms of skills alone, the Italians are indeed better than the English.

But when it comes to stealing, the best man in England hasn't shot yet.

Wood has been watching the referee, although he hasn't read his watch so far, there is not much time left for England.

De Rossi took the ball again, this time he passed it to Balotelli in the middle. At the same time Wood followed. Facing the captain of the club, Balotelli was not afraid, he even decided to drop Wood and pass the ball. But in the next second he realized how stupid his idea was. Wood rushed forward very quickly, giving him no time to use his footwork.

In desperation, Balotelli had to turn around quickly, protecting the football in front of him, and blocking Wood behind him. He thought that this would save the football for a while, but he didn't expect that Wood suddenly stretched his foot from the side and stabbed the football!

Balotelli watched Wood go around him and was about to chase the ball. He was shocked and quickly reached out to pull it. Originally it was impossible for Wood to give up his pursuit of football in the face of such a pull, but when he found that Aquilani was in front of the football, and he was pulled like this by Balotelli, he probably couldn't reach football at all. At that time, there were calculations in my mind.

Balotelli naturally pulled Wood with great effort, but Wood fell too smoothly...

The referee's whistle followed.

"Balotelli fouled! England won a free kick in the front court! This is probably the last opportunity for the England team to attack!" In fact, injury time has exceeded five minutes, but the England team had scored earlier. A ball, celebrating the goal and waiting for the Italian team to come and serve was delayed for some time. Although the fourth official did not raise the card again, according to the usual practice, this time still has to be made up a little.

The atmosphere on the court is not tense, because everyone's mind is now thinking about overtime, not today's game. Even John Mortensen began to wonder what tactics the coaches would use in overtime.

After Gerrard is off the field, although Bentley can also take a free kick, but now this free kick is somewhat special-it is 32 meters away from the goal. If you want to shoot directly, Bentley's foot power cannot be achieved. Can choose to pass.

Bentley had the same plan when he went with the football.

But someone stopped him.

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

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

Wood took the football in his arms: "I'll play it."

This sentence surprised Bentley. He and Wood have been teammates in Nottingham Forest for many years, but they have never seen Wood practice a free kick, because he can't see his free kick at all, and he knows it, so he never asks for a free kick during the game.

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

Bentley guessed and guessed, only if it was Wood who wanted to have an addiction, anyway, the last time he attacked, the possibility of wanting to score is too small.

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

Watching Wood put the football on the ground, Dunn was also puzzled: Is he going to play it himself? What does this mean?

Lippi saw that Wood was about to prepare for a free throw, and he no longer had any worries in his heart-this game looks like it will definitely go into overtime.

"George Wood? It seems that England is going to give up this last chance to attack, ha!" The Italian commentator no longer panicked.

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The Italian players are building the wall. The ball is really far from the goal. The wall is not lined up with five or six people, only four people are in front of Wood. The referee is looking at his watch, preparing to blow the whistle at the end of the game no matter what the result is after the free kick.

Thinking that overtime is about to be played, there are not as many English players as before.

Suddenly the stands quieted down. Whether it was English fans or Italian fans, they all chose to shut up at this time. Maybe he kept fighting for ninety-five minutes, but was tired at the last moment. Perhaps it was because they felt that this was a critical moment and were afraid that noise would disturb them.

Just as quiet as them are the fans of the two countries in front of the TV and a Michael Bernard who is far away in the United States.

Sophia couldn't come to watch the game. She sat at home, staring at the TV screen, pinching her hands together, as if praying to God.

In such a quiet environment, it seems that everyone's heartbeat can be heard.

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Wood placed the football, it was only a blink of an eye, but so many things happened around him, it just makes people feel like another ninety minutes have passed.

The Italian wall did not move forward. They felt that the ball was too far, and it was Wood who came to play again. It was really not a threat.

Wood set the football and started to back up to get the run-up distance.

He did not take two steps back and stopped, but kept retreating, almost to the middle circle. The approach distance is about ten meters.

Is he going to learn from Brazil's left-back Robert Carlos, the great free kick master who has long retired?

Wood looked at the football ten meters away, the wall of people further away, and the goal at the end of the road. At this time, he thought of a long time ago. At that time Demi hadn't retired and was still playing for the Forest. Dunn asked Wood to follow Demi to learn how to be an excellent midfielder. Therefore, Wood often accompanies Demi, including Demi when he is practicing free kicks.

He once expressed the idea of ​​wanting to practice free kicks, but he didn't have this talent. Demi had a word that impressed him deeply. That's what Demie persuaded him to say when Wood hoped to become Albertini's "deciduous ball". "I'm one type, and Beckham's is another. There are many kinds of free kicks, George. A strong volley is also one..."

A vigorous volley is also one!

The referee blew the whistle in his mouth to signal that Wood could take a free throw.

Wood took a deep breath, then stomped his feet hard, and then he leaned forward and made a 100-meter sprint starting position. The muscles of his body were all close and contracted. The next second he rushed out like a cheetah!

At a distance of ten meters, he rushed to the front of the football in an instant. He stepped on the ball with his left foot, waved his left hand, and drew a circle outward, while raising his right foot. The power is transmitted from the ground through the left foot and the right foot respectively. The power of the left foot is increased by the left hand, twisting to the right through the waist and abdomen, combining the left power and the right power into one, and directly accelerates to the right foot. Arch of foot.

In the end, this earth-born force reached their end--

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

The football seemed to be shot out by a cannon, soaring into the air, whizzing forward.

The closest person is the Italian team's wall. They only felt a gust of wind blowing over their heads and the football flew past.

The whistling sound of the football rubbing across the air seemed to be an alarm, sounding over the Italian defense zone.

WARNING! WARNING! ! WARNING! ! !

With a sound of "Woo-", the football has flown into the penalty area.

Amelia moved from the moment he saw the football over the top of the wall, ready to pounce the ball. When the football flew into the penalty area, he jumped up and made a save.

But a terrible thought suddenly emerged from his heart-I can't get this ball...

"Huh!" The image of the football in his pupils did not gradually enlarge, but as if suddenly expanded, it suddenly doubled and then doubled. It was even closer now, but his hands weren't in place yet.

"bad……"

This was the only thought in his mind when the football flew past his defense.

Then, in the silent stadium, he heard the rustling of football and the net, as well as the sound of the Italian teammates around him inhaling.

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People outside the court only saw a white line crossing almost half of the court, then rammed into the goal and swung the net.

The first person to react was the English fans in the stands, who jumped from their seats with their hands up. He burst into cheers, breaking the tranquility of the stadium.

Immediately after John Mortensen woke up like a dream, too excited: "St. George! St. George! God, what happened? How do I think I am dreaming? Is this real? Football is real Did you score the goal instead of on the side net? The last-second goal...Yes, not the last-minute, but the last-second goal! This is incredible! !!!"

Not to mention him, even the English players on the pitch could not believe what they saw. It stands to reason that after teammates score a goal, they should raise their arms and cheer. But these people opened their arms and held their heads, staring at the football inside the goal...

Terry stood at the back, he did not go up to participate in the offense, because he felt that the game was over, it is a smart way to save energy and prepare for overtime. But now he looked at George Wood's back, only to realize that he was not talking big words to boost morale before, he turned out to be true!

"I don't believe that George Wood can shoot such a ball! If he has the ability to make another kick, he must shoot it into the sky! This must be shot by God! God used Wood's right foot to kick such a goal. The ball! In the last second of the game, England got the last chance, they reversed! This kind of game said that others believe it?" The Spanish commentator was also very excited, "But this scene is happening! We are fortunate. Witnessing a game like this...no, it's a miracle!"

Wood, who scored the goal, was not as excited as these outsiders. He didn't rush to the sidelines or take off his jersey. He just stood on the spot, opened his arms, and pointed his fists into the sky.

He is not excited, he is excited by others. The teammates rushed in from all directions excitedly, surrounded him round and round, and finally lifted him up and threw him into the sky! Such celebrations are really rare. No matter how excited they were in the past, they just pressed the goal scorer under their bodies...

"George Wood-an incredible goal! Whether it is the way the goal is scored or the timing of the goal, it is incredible! The Italians lost at the last second! They did not drag the game into overtime as they wished. Lost the championship trophy at the last second!"

Amelia knelt on the ground, and his teammates watched the excited Englishman in a daze. No one can accept this reality-just a minute ago, they thought they would be the champion. Just a second ago, they thought the game would be dragged into overtime. With their airtight defense, they would still be the winner in the end.

Kerwood's world wave shattered their dreams, and those carnival scenes after winning the championship are now only shattered into countless fragments, blown away in the night wind of Madrid.

Lippi stood on the sidelines in a daze. This time he was not still so calm, but completely sluggish... He didn't expect his team to lose the game in this way. At the most impossible moment, the most unlikely person will be the terminator.

The full stop was almost drawn...

Lippi was dumbfounded, but Dunn didn't jump and jump like the people around him. He stood there, but stretched out his right hand to press his heart.

He was feeling his heartbeat, quickly and powerfully.

"Hey, Tony! We are champions! European champions!" Walker didn't give him a chance to sigh here, and ran up from behind to hug him. "We did it, we really did it!"

Dunn didn't struggle, letting him yell like crazy holding himself.

He is relieved, whether he is being held, otherwise he really suspects that he can no longer maintain his posture...

At this time he will not care about what counterattack Italy will make, because he is sure that the game is over, this time it is really over!

No one will fish out the football from the net and put it in the middle circle. The leading Englishman will not do it. The backward Italians would not do this either.

After the referee blew the effective whistle for the goal, he blew three whistles at the end of the game.

competition is over!

England's bench players rushed onto the court with the coach to celebrate their first European Cup championship in history.

Dunn did not follow the crowd, he stood on the sidelines, ready to shake hands with Lippi.

This is the etiquette after the game.

After the game, Lippi finally returned to normal. He has experienced countless championships in his life, but he has also won many runner-ups. He has seen many such failures.

"Congratulations, Mr. Dunn."

Holding Dunn's hand, he politely congratulated.

"Thank you, Mr. Lippi."

The two did not talk any more. Lippi needs to be busy to appease his players, who are already crying and crying. As for Dunn himself... there were already a large group of reporters around him, just waiting for him and Lippi to finish shaking hands and rushing to interview him.

As soon as Lippi turned and walked away, reporters swarmed up and surrounded Dun En, for fear that he would run away.

"Mr. Dunn! First of all congratulations to you for winning the first European Cup in English football history..."

"Mr. Tang En, can you talk about your current thoughts?"

"You won the game at the last minute. Is this out of your expectation, Mr. Dunn?"

"Do you have anything to say about George Wood's goal?"

"Mr. Dunn..."

"Tony..."

"Mr. Dunn..."

"Mr. Tony Dunn..."

Numerous topics, microphones, recorders, and mobile phones were stuffed into Dun En's mouth. Now, even if he farts, it is fragrant, and any sentence will be regarded as a famous saying. In the entire world of football, no one dared to question his ability to coach the national team anymore.

Tony Dunn equals the champion. This law takes effect again in the national team.

At the end of the first part of the classic movie "The Godfather", Michael Corleone finally became the new generation godfather of the Corleone family. Under the peeping of his wife, he accepted the kisses of his men behind the study door. Allegiance has completed the transformation from a young officer full of ideals to a cruel underworld godfather.

Today, on the Bernabeu stadium. The old generation godfather of Italian football is walking off the stage step by step. He is comforting his players. No one of the media has expressed concern for him, and no one cares how he feels as a "loser".

But Dunn received unprecedented welcome and pursuit.

Tonight, the whole of Europe was crawling under his feet, kissing the hand he offered, expressing surrender.

When the old godfather left alone in the desolate and lonely sun in Sicily's afternoon sun, the new godfather was sitting aloft on the throne of power, enjoying the oath of allegiance from his novices. Looking down on the world, he was full of spirits, as if there was nothing in this world that anyone could stop him from conquering the world.

Tonight is only Europe, two years later, he wants the whole world to surrender to his feet!

He didn't doubt this, because the champion heart in his chest was beating vigorously.

(End of "The Heart of the Seven Lion Kings")

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