Chapter 30 Happy Birthday

Chapter 30 Happy Birthday

"Samuel! Go! Samuel! Go!"

No matter how stupid Christian Val is, he also knows that the opponent's fans will certainly not be cheering for him, so what this huge voice means now is...

While rushing forward, Christan Val glanced back slightly - and then he was almost frightened out of his wits immediately, a red and black figure (the red one is Mallorca's home jersey, the black one is Eto'o's skin) has rushed up from behind at an incredible speed!

Although Christanval is not very old, his experience is not bad. Just a glance, Christanvale noticed it. If he rushes down at this speed, the opponent may be able to grab it ahead of him. to the ball...

However, it's useless to think about anything at this time. The glance just now added to the scare, and the speed that Christan Val had already lifted was a little slower. When he accelerated again, it was too late...

Eto'o used the speed visible to the naked eye to gradually make up the distance between him and Cristan Val. Amid the cheering in the stands, the Cameroonian also ran faster and faster. Finally, he gradually moved away from Cristan Val. Surround yourself beyond the past!

Seeing that he was about to be thrown away by Eto'o, Cristanval immediately bumped over with his shoulder, trying to block Eto'o's ball with a foul, but was short by Eto'o and quickly dodged his shot He rammed, and then stretched his feet fiercely, unloading the ball that had started to roll and slowly weakened!

At this time, there is less than two meters away from the arc top of the restricted area!

After catching up with the ball, Eto'o increased his speed again, quickly moved the ball forward, and then rushed into the penalty area!

"Come on, Samuel, put the ball in!" Jose shouted from the sidelines.

Eto'o, who rushed into the penalty area, caught up with the ball and swung his right foot against the swiftly attacking Barthez!

The bald goalkeeper opened his arms, and the bald head shone under the sunlight, trying to stop Eto'o's shot at the first time. The black striker and the white goalkeeper seemed so distinct at this moment, full of an inexplicable feeling Harmony...

Looking at Barthez rushing out, Eto'o had already determined the angle of his shot, but just when his foot was about to hit the ball, a huge force rushed over from the side and hit Eto'o directly O's shoulder, and then knocked the Cameroonian who was on the ground with one foot more than one meter away!

The shouts in the stands fell silent at the same time, and a second later, huge boos came from all directions!

"Get rid of that bastard! This is an intentional foul!"

Countless Mallorca fans roared, if cursing and eyes can kill, Christian Val may have died more than a dozen times...

Fortunately, there are no racists among Mallorca fans. The most important thing is that many Mallorca players are black, such as the captain Ngonga and the victim of the foul just now Eto'o, otherwise the French black center back Ke I'm afraid Ristanval will be called "nigger" or "monkey" countless times...

Amidst the roaring and scolding in the stadium, Jose's voice still came out tenaciously. This young coach was jumping and cursing on the sidelines, almost even the Mallorca fans in the stands could hear him. Roaring: "Bastard! Is this considered playing football? Rugby players are not as fierce as this bastard! Red card, red card must be given, send that bastard off!"

His shouts were even heard by Puel on the other side. Puel, who had already been livid because of Kristan Val's foul in the penalty area, turned dark again, and he was annoyed. Looking at the young man with a foul mouth, I thought to myself, "This is really an uneducated guy..."

The fourth official also had to come over and warn Jose: "Jose? Mr. Alemani, please don't try to influence the referee's decision..."

"I didn't want to affect it!" Jose shook his hand: "But that bastard's action is too much... It's beyond the scope of football!"

"The referee will make the correct judgment, now..."

The fourth official only spoke half of what he said again, and Jose immediately nodded obediently: "No problem, Mr. Fourth Official, I was just too angry just now...I absolutely agree with the referee's penalty, Without you, the game cannot be played in a fair state..." While speaking, Jose opened his hands and stepped back, which made the fourth official stunned for a moment—he was still furious just now, but now he suddenly became so easy to talk...

Obviously, the referee Esair was not affected by others. After Christan Val knocked Eto'o out, the whistle in his mouth sounded immediately, and then he ran into the penalty area and pointed his finger. He headed for the penalty spot, and then beckoned for Christan Wahl to come over.

"I didn't foul, I just bumped him lightly..." Kristanvale defended himself aggrievedly as he walked over.

Esair shook his head, put his hand in his pocket, and then took out a yellow card and showed it to Christan Val: "The last defender's foul action, the penalty kick is not disputed. Pay attention to your actions, Next time, it will still be a yellow card."

Puel on the sidelines heaved a sigh of relief. Even a penalty kick is easy to say. This action is indeed an undoubted foul. The yellow card is a sign of mercy, otherwise there is nothing to say about being sent off. It's hard to get back...

"Still thinking about getting it back? What a naive guy."

Jose, who was watching Puel carefully, smiled slightly: "Maybe this guy hasn't noticed yet, four defenders plus a midfielder, no one has no yellow cards, right? There are at least forty minutes left in the game." , let me see how your players will defend..."

Eto'o got up from the ground, and then high fived his teammates.

Although the goal was blocked by the opponent's foul action, Eto'o's mood did not deteriorate. It's not bad to create a penalty kick. At least when he shot just now, he didn't have much confidence in scoring the ball. Bart Zi's ​​attack was timely, and the blocking angle was also done well...

The Mallorca players celebrated, but they immediately discovered an embarrassing thing-who will take the penalty?

The previous penalty shooter was Tristan, but he missed the last penalty. Now the score is a tie. This penalty is very important. What if it misses again...

Tristan himself didn't seem to be sure, he shook his hand again and again: "I don't seem to have a smooth foot today, let the captain take the penalty..."

The captain he was talking about was naturally Ngonga.

Ngonga looked off the court with some hesitation, but saw Jose waving his hands constantly, and then pointed at Stankovic.

"Let Youwan take the penalty! That's right, Youwan!" Jose shouted loudly from the sidelines.

One problem with Mallorca is that there are no good setters. Captain Ngonga basically does not shoot. Although he was the previous penalty shooter, he is not so reassuring. Li took the penalty kick because Jose wanted him to score more goals, at least let him score more goals in the league, which is good for both Mallorca and Tristan himself, but the previous penalty was not scored, In the UEFA Cup, Jose didn't dare to let him squander such a precious penalty at will...

In addition to the psychological quality of penalty kicks, footwork is also very important. A player with rough footwork will not be very good at penalty kicks. The free kick he scored proved that Stankovic has a good foot style today, and he is also capable of taking this penalty with excellent skills...

Seeing the head coach instructing him to take the penalty kick, Stankovic, who is always taciturn, didn't say anything bold, but just nodded: "No problem, leave it to me."

Taking the ball from captain Ngonga, Stankovic walked into the penalty area in silence, and the Yugoslav put the ball on the penalty spot and straightened up.

Looking at the bald head with a slightly funny expression in front of him, Stankovic felt very calm. He was different from the other Stankovic. That Stankovic was a talented player who became a famous player in Yugoslavia at the age of eighteen. The captain of the Red Star team, joined the Serie A giants Lazio after the World Cup... and he has not yet had a chance to play for the national team, but he is facing the main goalkeeper of the championship team that won the World Cup!

But on the court, status and honor can't help anyone. All he has to do is blast the ball into the gate guarded by the bald head, and then turn around and cheer.

The referee's whistle sounded beside him, Stankovic started a slow run-up, then swung his right foot and shot!

Barthez jumped in the wrong direction, he jumped to the left, but Stankovic directly pumped the ball into the right side of the goal with the back of his foot - 2 to 1, Mallorca took the lead and used a sharp counterattack!

"GOOOOOOOAL! Yuvan - Stankovic! The Yugoslavs calmly scored the ball to the right of the goal, and Barthez made it in the wrong direction! Stankovic scored twice in the game... this season has been the Yugoslavs In his fifth season in Mallorca, he has never scored many goals. Although he can have about five goals every season, in his Mallorca career, he scored twice in a game. It's the first time, it seems that Jose's luck is really good, everything has caught up..."

Jose swung his fist vigorously, and finally took the lead. Now it's easy to fight...

Surrounded by his teammates, Stankovic rushed to the coach's bench, and then hugged Jose with open arms: "I'm in, boss!"

"Good work, Yuwan!" Jose patted Stankovic on the shoulder with a smile, and then said with a smile after the other party let go of his hand: "By the way, Yuwan, I wish you a happy birthday in advance!"

Hearing Jose's words, several Mallorca players next to him came back to their senses, and Ibagaza nodded: "Yes, tomorrow is Yuwan's birthday... Youwan, you are too dull, don't Remind us, if the boss hadn't said it, we wouldn't have remembered it."

Stankovic glanced at Jose gratefully. His birthday is March 4th, which happens to be tomorrow. He has always been a very silent person, unwilling to say anything, and Jose coaches the team But for more than a month, he has already remembered his birthday... What does this mean? It means that Jose at least values ​​him!

"Continue the game, guys, attack, one goal lead is not enough... Of course, you can counterattack if appropriate, and lure them to come out to attack. By the way, if there is another penalty kick, let You Wan take the penalty... …to celebrate a birthday with a hat-trick, woohoo, what a birthday present!" Jose said with a laugh.

"Okay, no problem!" Mallorca players replied loudly.