The home fans' crazed celebration was not over until the game resumed. Twain tried to speak to Dunn, but he found that he could not even hear his own voice when he opened his mouth to speak. A deafening clamor came from the stands behind him, flooding every corner of the stadium. The Beşiktaş players played more skillfully and easily in the noise, while the Nottingham Forest players were tense, affected by the hapless goal concede and feverish atmosphere of the stadium. They could not even perform at half of their usual standards.
Things were far from good.
It would be nothing to Twain if they had just conceded a goal. He had experienced many games in which they trailed behind in the beginning, not to mention it had only been twelve minutes. There was still a lot of time to recover.
But if the team's overall performance was out of character, he would have a headache for a while.
Hell's home ground truly lived up to its name.
