Originally, Robertson's plan was simple: Savage would provoke Bowyer, Bowyer would snap, Savage would take a theatrical dive, and the ref would respond with a yellow, then a red. Clean, calculated. A man down for Leeds, morale broken, job done.
However, no one expected Bowyer's boot to suddenly take flight—like it had a mind of its own.
One moment, he was swinging at the ball with all the grace of a drunken giraffe, and the next?
THWAP!
His shoe came flying off like a missile… and smacked Jens Lehmann square on the lips.
Right on the kisser.
Lehmann sat up, holding the boot like it had personally insulted his ancestors, and looked at Bowyer as if he'd just proposed marriage via footwear. Of course, the result was Lehmann—now in possession of Bowyer's sullen shoe—who looked to be in quite a temper.
His shove sent Bowyer stumbling backward. "What the hell—are you blind? Can't you even kick the ball properly?" Lehmann yelled, fury burning in his eyes.
