Bab 69: Manager Vs. Manager Part 2

"GOAL! GOAL! GOAL!" John Motson repeatedly shouted the word three times, each time louder than the previous. "What a beautiful set piece play combination! Who would have thought that Reid would send the ball into the penalty area in this manner, and who would have thought that the person to score this goal would be David Johnson! God, he is only 1.68 meters! Scoring with a place kick! Beautifully done!" On the last two sentences Motson looked at Lawrenson sitting beside him.

Lawrenson could only helplessly smile. "Indeed very beautiful. I've overlooked this point. In terms of place kick, Twain has spent a lot of effort. However, the match has not ended yet. John, the beard is still on my face."

Motson laughed. "Don't speak too soon, Mark. Forest's offense won't end here!"

The excited shouts of the fans resounded throughout Forest Bar. "That's right! Our offense hasn't ended! Scoundrels from Sheffield United, be prepared for a world of pain!"