Two red cards are basically a death sentence for Ipswich Town. How will they play with only nine players?
"That's right! Our offense hasn't ended! Scoundrels from Ipswich, be prepared for a world of pain!"
Richard looked at the excited fans who suddenly roared, and his mouth twitched.
It was Carl Morran.
The rest was easy for Trezeguet. Stepping up to the spot with nerves of steel, he calmly slotted the ball into the bottom corner, sending the keeper the wrong way.
Trezeguet sprinted along the touchline, arms outstretched like an airplane, his face lit up with uncontainable joy. Behind him, his teammates gave chase, shouting and laughing, their boots pounding the turf in celebration.
All around them, Wembley exploded—flashes from a thousand cameras lit the night like stars, freezing the moment in time for every fan lucky enough to witness it.
Manchester City 2 – 2 Ipswich Town.
