Crouch lowered his head with a smile and replied, "Very good, chief."
Twain nodded. "You've seized this opportunity. I hope it will be the same for you in the future. Go on back, don't catch a cold."
Wood was the last Forest player to appear in front of Twain. Twain looked at the quiet kid and cleared his throat. "Peter Crouch lifted his jersey to celebrate the goal. Did you guys know about that before the game?"
Wood nodded his head.
"Whose idea was it?"
"His own."
"Why didn't you tell me in advance?"
"Crouch said... He didn't know if he could score a goal. He was afraid…if he told you and didn't score a goal, it would be for nothing."
Twain smiled. "Why didn't you celebrate with them?"
Twain could see clearly what the camera did not capture.
Wood hesitated for a moment and said, "I couldn't squeeze in."
