Reborn on Top of Football Chapter 268

The referee who was close at hand held up the red card decisively before the chaos, waving Brent with a slightly disgusting look like he was driving a fly away!

Seeing that the referee made a clear punishment, the Chinese team member's urge to kill did not fade away, but swarmed around Wang Ai.

"Little Wang!" Li Tie knelt beside Wang Ai, and fell down and rolled Wang Ai's eyelids.

A group of team doctors fluttered with running hair and rushed into the crowd under the leadership of Milu. This was the best player he had encountered in his coaching life and his most beloved disciple. Amazing coach has been promoted to "magic apprentice"!

Before waiting for the team doctor to make a diagnosis, Wang Ai coughed and opened his eyes.

"Spread apart!" The team doctor waved the team members: "Let him gasp!"

"What's wrong with me?"

Wang Ai asked, he didn't know what was going on, he didn't even feel the blackness in front of his eyes. He still just started shooting in his memory, and then opened his eyes again.

The teammates hurriedly talked.

"Is the free kick right?" Wang Ai sat up and smiled cross-legged.

"Yeah yeah, it's up to you!" The teammates responded warmly.

The referee Oscar in the crowd was also observing, and asked whether Milu of the Chinese team needed a substitution?

Milu looked at the team doctor, and the team doctor nodded his head to indicate that he could stay on the court. He wanted to say that he had to make a substitution, but how could he explain this situation? Because he just saw Wang Ai who sat up and smiled, his eyes were out of focus!

Oscar nodded with a definitive answer, and he also hoped to see more performances by this Chinese teenager. Before the start of the match, he had been instructed by FIFA. As a weak Asian football, but also a football fanatic, fast economic development Asia, such a talented player appeared, which is very important for the promotion of football! Therefore, FIFA's instructions to Oscar are: within the scope of the rules, try to give this teenager more performance space!

Oscar awarded the Chinese team a direct free kick at the leading edge of the penalty area!

The Turkish people cheered when the Turks were mourning.

Wang Ai stood up with the help of Zhao Junzhe, and couldn't help but snorted.

The referee whistled to signal that Wang Ai could begin.

Quiet on the field, Wang Ai stood at a position five or six meters behind the football, widening his eyes.

The head referee puzzled this Chinese boy in doubt, why didn't he kick?

On the commentary table, Liu Jianhong clenched his fist nervously. In his field of vision, urged by the referee's waving hand, Wang Ai faced the approach run of the football, and seemed to hit the goal directly like the last ball. However, in the eyes of many people, and witnessed by many fans around the world, Wang Ai even went astray!

The crook is so obvious! Even kicked on the turf at the last kick!

Is this a fake action?

Then, in the horror of the crowd, Wang Ai fell into Li Tiehuai's body.

The head referee froze a bit, immediately ran forward, observed it carefully, and turned his head back towards the Chinese team's bench to make a gesture of injury substitutions!

"What" sup? What "sup?" Ma Mingyu, who was in regular clothes, ran to the referee.

Oscar pointed to his head: "Hehadtogodownfortreatment.Hecouldn" tholdon. (He must go down for treatment, he can't hold on.) "

"Howcouldhenotpersevere ?! (How can he not persist ?!)" Ma Mingyu shouted excitedly with Oscar's collar.

Yeah, how could it not be maintained at this time? The Chinese team missed the goal. As long as Wang Ai stood up and scored again, the Chinese team went out of the group. But if he can't persist, who can guarantee to score the ball? It's just a few minutes away, heaven and hell. How can we not persist?

Unexpectedly, Oscar was more excited than Ma Mingyu, pushing Ma Mingyu's hands back, holding Ma Mingyu's neck collar and shouting: "He" sonly14yearsold! Youcan "tusehimlikethat! Youcan" t! He, here! Head, hisheadhasbeeninjured! Doyouwanttodieayounggeniusinmylawenardmentcompetition? (He's only 14 years old! You can't use him like this! You can't! He, here! Head, his head is already injured! Do you want to die a teenage genius in my law enforcement game! Asshole!) "

The team doctor who rushed to the field again shook his head resolutely to Milu, and Wang Ai, who was carried to the side, suddenly rolled over the stretcher and said nothing, even if he was dizzy. Ma Mingyu had to take Wang Ai to sit on the bench.

At the Chinese commentary table, Liu Jianhong could not restrain the trembling of his voice and asked Zhang Lu: "Director Zhang, look ..."

Zhang Lu's face was overcast on the eve of the storm: "I judge, it should be a concussion! Look at Xiao Liu, he's on the sidelines, and now, he's retching! I'm sure, this must be a concussion! He really couldn't insist In a few days, this kind of injury could not be alleviated. I also suffered this kind of injury when I played football. I was dizzy and turned around. "

Speaking of this, Zhang Lu breathed a sigh of relief: "The referee's decision is correct. This situation cannot be ignored with firm determination. Just now Xiao Wang has been strong enough to stand up and take the free kick. but……"

Speaking of this, Zhang Lu suddenly felt a sore nose, tears streaming down uncontrollably, and he hurriedly wiped a tear: "But, he couldn't kick, you didn't see it, could he not control himself? I ... Huh, Jianhong! Let me calm down for a while. "

Although the referee Oscar yelled back at Ma Mingyu, but the game was still going on, he thought for a long time, and still felt that this situation was not a penalty violation, it should be the sequelae of a recent injury, so he comfortably allowed the Chinese team to continue to make free throws. Ignore the fierce protests from the Turks.

Li Xiaopeng, Wu Chengying, Shao Jiayi and others stood nervously after the football, and finally decided that Li Xiaopeng, who was the best, was in charge.

Dumbfounded Li Xiaopeng stood up to the pressure. This kick was very high in free kick, not only accurate but also fast.

But unfortunately, Turkish goalkeeper Rusto made accurate judgment and hit the football with the bottom line with both fists.

Wang Ai, who was held by Ma Mingyu, bit his lip and shivered uncontrollably. He couldn't see the changes on the court, but he could see his teammates' dejected expressions. He could hear their broken voices. Hearing Seeing the ticking of tears falling from the fans across the country.

Four minutes in stoppage time! The Chinese team launched a dying counterattack, Jiang Jin became a back-up center, Xu Yunlong and Wu Chengying became wingers, Zhao Junzhe, Li Tie, Li Xiaopeng, Li Weifeng, Dewey and so on all crowded into the opponent's penalty area. Yang Chen and Qu Bo ran frantically, looking for all opportunities to attack the goal. Turkey's half-time smoke billowed, and the sound of the killing was trembling.

The Chinese team no longer has any organization. All the rest is the spontaneous courage of the players. Their strongest player, best friend, and greatest confidence have been destroyed. The rest is only grief and indignation with you!

Time flies, the referee Oscar frequently looks at his watch, and finally, after Yang Chen's futility again, he apologizes to the Chinese bench, shakes his head gently, and blows the whistle at the end of the game.

Chapter end