509 The Victor Has Yet to Emerge

Ronaldinho's goal set off a celebratory frenzy at Camp Nou. The Barcelona fans' bottled-up feelings which had been suppressed for almost half the game, were released. The poor Forest fans were completely drowned out at this moment.

In the stand, Fat John sneered. "What's the big deal? It's only an equalizer. Good for nothings!"

That said, even though he and his companions were now shouting out the Forest team's chant, they could not be heard at all. The Barcelona fans were too loud.

These men waved their arms, stamped their feet, and feverishly yelled out the names of Ronaldinho and Barcelona, like any true-blue English fan.

"Barça! Barça! Bar—ça!"

Twain turned his head to look at the fanatic Barcelona fans in the stands behind him. It was a rare sight. Perhaps the scene could only be seen in Spain's El Clásico. Unexpectedly, Nottingham Forest had been fortunate enough to become such a heavyweight opponent.

This feels...quite terrific!