บท 873: Tony Don Twain

"George Wood's dribbling the ball on the flank! He's very fast… Oh, Ramos intercepted the ball! Wait… Gareth Bale, he passed the ball over again… Ramos can do nothing about it. George Wood got the ball again! He's through!"

There was an excited voice coming from the TV, just like the "rat-tat-tat-tat" of a machine gun. The voice even sounded a little distorted.

Compared to that agitated commentator, the Forest fans watching the game in front of the TV were a little quiet. Of course, that was not because they did not care enough about their team. It was because they did not have the time to make any noise. They were maintaining the same pose, holding a heavy beer mug with their mouths wide open, looking up at the television screen, and giving all their attention to it.

"George Wood has entered the penalty area! It's one-on-one!"

Someone roared softly amongst the people, "Damn it… George put the ball into their net! Put it in!!"