Bypassed by Zidane, George Wood did not get back up and continue to fight as usual. Instead, he sat on the ground in a daze for a moment before getting back on his feet. At that point, Real Madrid's first attack was over.
Zidane ran from his side and went back to his position. George Wood stood nearer to the middle. His eyes were always on Zidane. It was a fierce gaze.
He felt humiliated, which was unacceptable.
That turn brought him back to a year ago at El Madrigal. That terrible night when he was utterly played by an Argentinian attacking midfielder.
That indifferent Argentine always glanced at him with a colder look, as if to remind him: who do you think you are?
He could not stand such contempt.
When Zidane ran past him, it was as if he did not exist.
In fact, that was normal. Who would care about a common opponent? But it gave George Wood a bad association.
