Chapter 77

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When the time on the scoreboard reached 90 minutes, Old Trafford was like a theater, and a thrilling drama reached its climax. However, this scene sent shivers down the spines of Manchester United fans.

"Goal! Goal! Millwall leads Manchester United again in the 90th minute! This is Nedved's performance. He took the ball from midfield and broke through Manchester United's midfield defense line. Keane and Butt were both deceived by the constant passing of Nedved during the 90 minutes. This Czech player has excellent dribbling skills, and at the most critical moment, he successfully demonstrated his lightning-fast breakthrough. After a simple combination with Pires in front of the penalty area, Nedved's header made it the fifth time Millwall scored against Schmeichel's goal! Andy, what do you think? I think today's match is simply world-class! A world-class performance, bringing world-class enjoyment to the fans!"

"Martin, the game isn't over yet, we don't know what will happen, but it's undeniable that if Millwall ultimately wins, they deserve it. Odrzy and his team are heroes, and even if they lose, they will receive the highest praise!"

"What will happen? Look! After scoring, Nedved..."

After scoring this goal, the dirty Nedved rushed towards the coaching staff.

Today's match is a milestone in Millwall's club history: the first Premier League match!

So, this day belongs to all Millwall fans.

Some fans were choked with emotion, and the Millwall coaching staff and players on the bench all rushed out. Odrzy was so excited that he couldn't contain himself. He was trembling, and when he saw Nedved rushing over, he also rushed onto the field from the sidelines.

The blond Nedved and the blond Odrzy, coach and player, seemed to have a telepathic connection, making the same move.

Nedved slid to his knees as he rushed to the sideline, and the suit-clad Odrzy also knelt and slid over!

Thank you, Old Trafford, for the high-quality grass!

Kneeling and sliding on it feels great!

After the sliding momentum ended, Odrzy and Nedved stood up and embraced tightly! They are of similar age but have a mentor-mentee relationship.

The entire process became one of the many classic moments in Odrzy's coaching career, and it was the first.

Odrzy's feelings for Nedved are very simple. Compared to the complex mentor-mentee relationships filled with love and hate, Odrzy only has affection for Nedved, nothing else.

This player, who is disciplined off the field and fiercely competitive on the field, is flawless in Odrzy's eyes. Who wouldn't love such a player?

After a successful year at Millwall, Nedved also developed a simple emotion towards Odrzy: admiration.

No one called him a genius, no one ever did.

So he always worked hard with sweat to achieve success, but Odrzy clearly told him: You are a genius!

Odrzy is very dissatisfied with the many fans in the future who compare Nedved to a model of hard work compensating for a lack of talent. This is an insult!

Nedved is a hardworking iron man, but does he lack talent?

Those who say he lacks talent are talking nonsense!

How many people can dribble and break through like him? How many people can handle the ball as simply and effectively as he does?

Too many people are accustomed to fancy football, thinking that only players who can dribble faster than a train are talented. What a ridiculous notion!

Like the four new stars hyped for the next World Cup—Piero, the second Baggio; Raul, the Spanish Golden Boy; Denilson, the reincarnation of Garrincha; and Ortega, the second Diego—half of them failed, and the other half didn't live up to expectations. Piero couldn't carry the team, Raul declined with Spain, Denilson's fancy dribbling in the final only made Thuram famous, and Ortega's red card ended his World Cup journey.

Nedved's talent is enough to make him famous worldwide without hype. His tireless running and countless falls and rises are proof of his superior mental qualities, not a compensation for anything, but a testament to his perfection.

Just like the later Xavi, no one thinks Xavi plays fancy football, but no one can deny that Xavi is unique. Such a player, how can he not be considered talented!

Nedved, a gifted warrior!

Players, coaches, and fans, except for those who came to Old Trafford, embraced each other on the field.

5:4!

A crazy score, but the victory is ours!

The referee ran over, urging them to quickly end the celebration, as the game wasn't over yet.

After the crowd dispersed, Odrzy ignored what the referee Dugan was saying in his ear and shouted to each player, "For the remaining time, the whole team must defend!"

Regular time had ended, and Millwall didn't need to hope for a counterattack. At this moment, holding the score was the most important.

Everyone understood the situation and nodded fiercely, with no objections.

After the players left, Odrzy patted his pants and turned to look at the referee Dugan. He took a deep breath to calm down and forced a smile, "I understand, I'll go back to the bench now."

"No need, Mr. Hall, please go to the stands. You have already interfered with the smooth running of the game."

The referee Dugan raised his right hand and pointed to the stands, speaking to Odrzy.

Odrzy didn't expect to be sent to the stands. He couldn't help it; Dugan's incessant chatter in his ear was like a dog barking.

If it were any other time, the Old Trafford stands would have erupted in boos or applause, boos for Odrzy and applause for the referee. But at this moment, the Manchester United fans were stunned, their hearts hanging in the air, anxious.

Odrzy didn't argue. He was just sent to the stands; he could still command the next game. If he argued with the referee, the referee might show him a red card.

On the stand behind the away team's bench, Odrzy walked up, and the stadium staff had already cleared a seat for him. Nearby were Manchester United fans, who looked at Odrzy with strange expressions, as if they had seen a monster.

How could this young man, who looked like a big boy up close, be a head coach?

The football world is full of stories of dressing room conflicts and coaches falling out with players. How could he, so young, control the players on the field?

Because of these questions, Odrzy seemed mysterious.

After sitting down, Odrzy took a deep breath and turned to see two people in Manchester United jerseys sitting next to him, a father and son.

The father, a typical middle-aged English man with a big belly, had a child around six or seven years old, with a fair complexion and innocent eyes staring at Odrzy. Seeing Odrzy look over, the child said in a clear voice, "Can I have your autograph?"

"I'm the head coach of Millwall, kid. You've got the wrong person. The Manchester United coach is over there, look."

"I know, but you're so handsome. Can I have your autograph?"

"Sure, after the game."

The east stand was in a frenzy, with Millwall fans hugging and jumping. This match was definitely worth the ticket, and the worries before the season were swept away.

With today's performance, Millwall's relegation is not a problem!

Maybe they can even compete for the title!

Melanie and Victoria also stood up. Although they watched the game, they weren't die-hard fans, but today's match brought them a lot of excitement.

"Is he always like this?"

Victoria noticed that Odrzy often became the focus, or rather, he always attracted the attention of the broadcast cameras. On the big screen, Odrzy's figure on the sidelines often appeared, almost every time a goal was scored, whether by Manchester United or Millwall, Odrzy became the second focus.

From the moment he stepped onto the field, Odrzy in his tailored suit exuded a unique charm that was hard to ignore.

The knee slide into the field with Nedved was unprecedented. No one had ever seen a coach join the celebration in such a passionate way!

The sporty girl Melanie also jumped and danced with the Millwall fans, her mouth wide open in laughter. She laughed and said, "Yes, he's always like this! I specifically looked up old news and found a photo of him kneeling on the sidelines. It's enough to make women go crazy! I love Odrzy! Beat Manchester United, ha, Manchester United is going to lose to the promoted team!"

As a Liverpool fan, Melanie naturally took pleasure in Manchester United's loss and joined the Millwall fans' celebration, wishing she could scream even louder to rub it in.

Victoria looked at Melanie with a hint of envy in her eyes.

Manchester United went crazy!

No, the Red Devils' blood was boiling!

Injury time was 4 minutes, due to 5 goals and two substitutions in the second half, but the rest of the time didn't delay much.

During these 4 minutes, Manchester United pressed Millwall's goal with a fierce attack, but Millwall built a steel wall in front of the goal, and most of Manchester United's shots hit the defenders.

Palace even came up to shoot, but his shot hit Stam and flew out of bounds.

Manchester United won a corner kick, and the game time had reached 95 minutes and 42 seconds.

Clearly, it was already over 2 minutes into injury time, but Dugan hadn't blown the whistle to end the game, probably because Millwall took too much time celebrating Nedved's goal.

Odrzy, sitting in the stands, saw Schmeichel also join the corner kick attack and suddenly remembered something, feeling extremely guilty.

Damn!

I forgot to make substitutions to waste time!

Yes, there were still two substitutions left!

Manchester United didn't use them, partly because they had no one to substitute and partly to save time.

Millwall could have used the two substitutions to disrupt the rhythm and give the players on the field more time to rest and adjust the defense.

But Odrzy forgot. He still lacked the experience of strong confrontations and had thrown everything to the wind in the excitement.

Watching the corner kick, Odrzy couldn't help but stand up.

Almost all the fans in the stadium stood up. This would surely be the Red Devils' last attack.

The penalty area was crowded, and Beckham would take the corner kick. Because Schmeichel also came up, the number of attackers and defenders would be balanced.

From the start of the game to this moment, Bruce's performance was a disaster, and he still wore the Manchester United captain's armband.

As captain, his chubby face was filled with anger. When the corner kick came, he used all his strength to jump and head the ball.

The penalty area was chaotic, but Bruce surprisingly got the ball!

His eyes, filled with anger and determination, showed his resilience. Steve Bruce, the Manchester United captain, was 34 years old.

But today, facing the promoted team Millwall, he couldn't admit he was old!

Otherwise, Manchester United would not only lose at home but also leave a shadow in the hearts of this new generation of Red Devils.

As captain, at the critical moment, he had to step up.

Bruce got the ball and headed it fiercely towards Millwall's goal, even overpowering Makelele in the air and roaring.

Even if I'm 80, no one can run wild at Old Trafford!

Bang!

Keller knelt on the goal line, punching the ground in pain. The ball in the net made all the Millwall players close their eyes helplessly.

Red Devils, equalizing in the last second!

PS: Thanks to "Cloud in the Sky ws" for the tip!

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