123 The Consequence Of Provocation Part 2 (2/2)

After taking the lead at 2:1, the Forest team played even more aggressively. The Millwall players could also see that their opponents were hooked on the offense and would not give up at this point.

Because Mark Phillips was unable to defend against Gareth Taylor, Kevin Muscat was instructed by Manager McLeary to mark Nottingham Forest number 18, who was 10 centimeters taller than him! The disparity was not only reflected in height, but also reflected in physical strength.

Muscat spent all his energy in his entanglement with Taylor, and his temper was rising as fast as a thermometer that was put into boiling water. He really wanted to boot this big guy's leg. At the most he would be sent off with a red card, but the opponent might end up in the hospital for up to half a year.

When he slide-tackled Gareth Taylor from the back again, Taylor screamed and fell to the ground. Then he held his ankle in agony and rolled around. It looked as if his leg was really broken.

The referee's whistle rang, and the Australian defender, Muscat, accepted his ending with a smile—second yellow card and a red card. This was what he had anticipated, and he did not even make any excuses. When his teammates surrounded the referee and still pleaded on his behalf, he tugged his jersey out of his shorts and smiled at Taylor, who was lying on the ground.

Boy, I'm walking off the field and you're being carried off, these are our respective endings. Which one do you think is better?

He had just finished his thoughts when he saw the big guy, who had just been tossing and turning and desperately calling out for a stretcher, stand up before the team doctor. And he even walked off the field on his own!

Of course, he did not forget to turn his head around and give Muscat a smile.

My friend, we're all walking off the field. But I can come back up after this and you... will go back to the locker room, get dressed, and then go straight home!

The smile on Kevin Muscat's face froze.

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Short of a player and behind in the score at the same time, Millwall did not give up the game and were prepared to go on a frenzied counterattack with their fans cheering them on.

However, their fighting spirit had not even been ignited before it was extinguished in their hearts.

Muscat had just slowly shuffled to the sidelines when another immense cheer came from the visitors' stands.

”Gareth Taylor! What a stunning header! Poor Mark Phillips could not defend against Taylor who is of the same height. Nottingham Forest's number-one scorer this season, just added the eleventh goal to his personal goals! 3:1! The away team, Nottingham Forest is leading by 3:1 at The Den!”

Upon seeing Taylor hugging his teammates to celebrate the goal together, Muscat angrily struck the railing beside him. He was duped by this big guy, no, fundamentally speaking, he was duped by that other person!

He turned his gaze toward the Nottingham Forest technical area. Tony Twain jumped up and pumped both fists in excitement.

All of a sudden, he felt that not only was he tricked, but Mr. McLeary, manager of his team, was also caught in Twain's trap.

This... son of a b*tch!

At the urging of the fourth official, Muscat, who was sent off by the red card, finally reluctantly left the field and entered the player's corridor.

Next, the Millwall fans in the stands gradually quieted down. They could only powerlessly watch their team being slaughtered by the sudden eruption of the Forest team. Why had they used the name ”Gavin” to provoke Tony Twain's team?

Look what happened!

4:1!

5:1!

6:1!

7:1!

The Forest team went on a frenzy as if they could just score a goal with any random shot. No matter what kind of substitution adjustment McLeary had made, he was unable to save the team from the fate of their disastrous defeat on their home ground.

He stood dumbstruck on the sidelines and could hardly believe everything he was looking at. How... How did it come to this? He was feeling smug and complacent before the match. He had bright prospects at the halftime interval and now... everything that was happening now was a disgrace to him!

The referee finally blew the whistle at the end of the match, and the nightmare of the 38-year-old Millwall manager, Alan McLeary, and his team, as well as the Millwall fans in the stands, had come to an end.