Chapter 212 Blow! Fuck you!

Chapter 212 Blow! Fuck you!

"They are going to join forces to kill us!"

In the dressing room of the Belgian team, Degan roared loudly. The damn first half aroused his anger. The referee's favoritism and the Spanish bastard's damn acting skills pushed Belgium to a desperate situation.

Not only Degan is angry, but other Belgian players are also full of anger. They were already depressed enough in the previous game against Turkey. Now it is the final, so many people around the world are watching, and some people more excessive.

Those people are trying their best to let Spain win the championship, let the so-called art football, sexy football win the championship, as long as it is a team from Spain, such as Barcelona, ​​​​how much they have gained from Prati Dogs over the years benefit? The lottery is always drawn by black hands, and as long as Barcelona does not have an advantage on the field, the referee designated by Platini will send off one of the opponents, and if one does not win, two will be sent off. Anyway, the referees and linesmen have made a plan, and Barcelona must win, as long as the performance is good enough. Inter Milan, Chelsea, Arsenal, as long as they can threaten Barcelona, ​​they all end badly. Let's see which team can play well with eleven people? Eleven against ten, it would be strange if the sons didn't win or win the championship.

In the quarter-finals of the Champions League in the 04/05 season, Barcelona and the European upstart Chelsea fought fiercely. In the first round, Belletti scored an own goal in the first half and Chelsea led 1-0 in the away game. However, in the 56th minute of the second half, Drogba received a second yellow card for a tackle on Barcelona goalkeeper Valdes and was sent off. Barcelona beat Chelsea 2-1 with two goals in a row.

The replays showed that Drogba did touch the ball first, and the penalty was too severe. Mourinho even claimed after the game that he saw with his own eyes that Barcelona coach Frank Rijkaard walked in during the intermission. In referee Frisk's locker room.

As soon as this remark came out, the entire European football world was in an uproar, and the referee Frisk made the choice to retire early because of repeated death threats from Chelsea fans.

However, in the home game of the second round, the referees did not dare to make trouble anymore. As a result, Chelsea defeated Barcelona 4:2 at home and successfully advanced.

In the season that just ended, if it weren't for Fiorentina's own strength and effective tactics, could Fiorentina have defeated Barcelona?

The club couldn't handle Degan, so they took it to the European Cup. The three-match suspension in the group stage was brought on by Degan, so there is nothing to complain about.

In the quarter-finals with the German team, Belgium was able to pass the test safely, and that was because Germany was not Platini's new love, but in the semi-finals, in order to establish a stubborn image of bullshit, they helped Turkey harm Belgium .

Finally made it to the finals, and now Platini, the godfather, has come out again, and the situation continues, insisting on changing the way to kill Belgium, the club is over, and the national team is hurt, as long as it has something to do with Spain, Platini jumped up and down like a mad dog. I really don't know what benefit the Spaniard gave him.

"Damn bastards! Do they think they can bring down Belgium? Bastards! Dreaming! Dreaming!" Digan roared angrily.

The damn game in the first half made Degan no longer believe in shitty fair play and damn sportsmanship.

Now Belgium has one less player, and what is worse is that because of the red card and suspension, the head coach Antiiennis and the assistant coach François were all driven to the stands. Now there is no one to help them analyze the game at halftime. No one told them what to do next.

All eyes are on Degan. Now he is the only one who can lead Belgium out of the predicament and fight back.

But Degan didn't know what to do next. The situation on the court was completely out of control. Although they defended very successfully in the first half, the ball they lost was not their responsibility.

But now that one person is missing, what should the offense do?

"I'm sorry! It's all my fault!" Sitting in the corner of the locker room, Dembele was in tears.

"No! That's not your fault!" Degan shook his head and said, "It's that Iniesta and the damn referee, you don't have to blame yourself, let alone feel sorry, even if it wasn't you, the Spanish bastard would use the same method. on someone else."

"The important thing is, what should we do in the second half? We can't give up on this game!" Gul said loudly.

"Of course I know to find a way!" Digan frowned, and after a while he said, "The defensive tactics in the second half will remain the same. We must first ensure that we don't concede the ball again. Here's the chance!"

"Then what about attacking!? Do you expect God to punish the Spaniards?"

Digan said angrily: "God, that old asshole was bought by the damn Spaniards long ago! Even if God is watching from above, with that damn Platini around, he can't punish anyone!"

Everyone in the locker room, except for Digan, is a devout Christian. If Digan dared to use such vulgar words to blaspheme God in normal times, these strong men would have already started making trouble. But now, the Belgian players who are suffocating in their hearts only think that Degan is dizzy and venting.

Digan panted heavily: "Since God can't punish the despicable Spaniard, then leave it to me!"

here you are! ?

Degan continued: "As long as we get the ball in the second half, we will pass it to me immediately. No one can hesitate. I don't believe that damn referee can blow all my goals. In this game, I want to let The Spaniards can't get anything!"

Digan's eyes were fierce!

This time Degan was really angry. The shamelessness of the referee, the performance of the Spanish players, and the hand that hid in the dark and controlled the game really angered Degan!

It was time to play in the second half. Degan led a group of beasts who were almost ignited by anger and rushed into the field. The outcome of the game was temporarily thrown aside by them.

Degan acted as the head coach in the locker room. Bradley and Naenglan were replaced, replaced by veteran Simmons and Martens, and Degan went to the front.

Belgium's tactics in the second half were very clear, that is, to take the ball from the wing and find Digan, the absolute high point.

Calagones looked at the changes in Belgium and couldn't help frowning. Although Belgium's tactics were seen through by him at a glance, and they were also very simple and rude, Digan's height and jumping ability were very strong, while the height of Spain's defense was in the middle. Degan's face is definitely flawed, and once Degan seizes the opportunity, it will be troublesome.

Moreover, after changing the formation, the number of players in the Belgian midfielder has not fallen behind. In this way, the Spanish team's advantage in numbers cannot be reflected at all.

Antiiennis in the stands felt relieved, he finally saw Digan right: "Rod! It's up to you next!"

After the start of the game, Belgium took the lead in attacking, and the football went directly to the side. Although there was one player missing, Belgium invested very decisively in the attack, just like Germany and Turkey before, rushing forward in a swarm.

The Spanish team wanted to start a siege, but the Belgian players played very fast. There was Gour, the old captain, in the middle. Although he was not well-known, he had a very clear view of the overall situation. advance.

The Spanish team fouled, but this time the referee did not help them. He directly gave Fabregas a yellow card for the foul, and then ignored the protests of the Spanish players, but urged the Belgian team to quickly send a free kick.

Looks like the wind has changed!

If the referee doesn't come to make trouble, this game will still have to be played.

But Degan's good mood didn't last too long. Immediately after his successful anti-offside, he was ruined by the referee. For offside, Degan felt that his anger was in danger of being overwhelmed.

But soon the Spanish team's attack was blocked by Fellaini. His fierce tackle knocked Harvey down with the ball, but this tackle was very clear. Fellaini kicked the ball down first. , the referee signaled the game to continue.

After Fellaini got up, he ignored Harvey who kept wailing beside him, and passed the ball to Simmons on the wing. The Spanish players protested loudly, and Harvey fell on the field.

The Spanish fans in the stands also booed. In their view, if someone fell on the field, the Belgian team should unconditionally kick the ball out and let the team doctor enter the field.

However, this does not seem to be clearly stated!

After Simmons received the ball, he ignored Capdevila's yelling and dribbled the ball forward. Degan saw the opportunity and rushed to the penalty area.

"The Belgians have no sportsmanship at all. Xavi was injured, but they didn't stop the game at all. This is simply a stain on football. They are like a group of immoral barbarians."

The Spanish commentator was loudly reprimanding the Belgian players for their "immoral" behavior, but in the next second, he was silent.

Seeing that no one knew how to appreciate the performance, Harvey stood up again and ran towards his own half to help defend. Seeing how he was walking like flying, he didn't look injured at all.

"Shh~~~~~~~~~"

The Belgian fans seized the opportunity and booed Harvey, while the Spanish fans kept silent. They probably felt that Harvey's fraudulent behavior was a bit embarrassing, and since he cheated, they simply cheated. After all, what is going on with the resurrection with full blood on the spot halfway through!

The referee was also a little annoyed. If it wasn't for Harvey's bad fall just now, he would have given Harvey a yellow card to make him calm down.

Harvey was also depressed, his acting skills just now were very good, completely at the level of a movie king, but why didn't the referee even express it at all?

Could it be that the referee also graduated from Laying?

Leaving Harvey's cranky thoughts aside, on the pitch, Simmons and Lombaltz's continuous passes made the football advance to the attack coverage area.

Lombalz pulled the ball, avoided Capdevila's steal, and then made a direct pass, looking for Digan's high point in the penalty area.

Digan judged the football's landing point and stood still. Marchena and Puyol had surrounded Digan beside him. Although he was a teammate of the club, Marchena didn't mean to be merciful at all. No, with one elbow resting on Degan's chest, and the other hand tightly clutching the lower corner of Degan's jersey.

It is precisely because he knows too well that Marchena dare not take it lightly. He has seen Digan's heading ability and terrifying jumping ability more than once in the usual team training.

That is definitely a super giant bomber!

There was Marchena in front of him, and Puyol behind him was also making small movements, his arms were tightly attached to Digan's back, and he kept trying to exert strength.

When the ball arrived, Degan jumped up forcefully regardless of the encirclement in front of him and behind him. Marchena's grip was too tight, and he was brought up by Degan, as if hanging on Degan's body.

But Degan was disturbed by Marchena and Puyol. This header missed the position and flew towards the center of the goal, but it was full of power and aimed directly at the top of the goal.

Casillas didn't dare to be careless, he hit the ball with both fists, and the football flew out of the penalty area. The Belgian team didn't have a second point of protection at all, and Ramos got it.

The Belgian fans in the stands sighed suddenly, and Antiiennis also leaned back and let out a long sigh.

But the attack wasn't over yet, at least Degan didn't give up. After landing, he rushed towards Ramos directly.

After Ramos got the ball, he didn't intend to pass it out. In this game, he was too honest, and the restless factor in his body was at work again. He got the ball and moved forward, as if attacking.

But at this time, Digan had already killed him from behind.

"Dangerous! Pass the ball quickly!"

Casillas lay on the ground and saw Digan jumping over to grab the ball and roared anxiously. He knew Ramos too well. Although he was capable, his desire was too strong, and this excessive performance **, sometimes, it will cause trouble.

In the previous group match with Sweden, Casillas and Ramos had scolded on the court. It was because of Ramos' damn performance that the ball was intercepted by Sweden, and then Ibra After Shimovic's goal, Casillas angrily said "f*ck" to Ramos after scoring the goal. Of course Ramos quit, so the dispute started.

Seeing that Ramos was about to play with fire again, Casillas quickly reminded him loudly.

But it was too late, Degan was tall and long-legged, rushed behind Ramos in a few steps, stretched his legs and broke the ball, then turned around, without even looking, and shot a long shot.

Although Casillas stood up in time, it was too late to block Digan's shot. He only felt a gust of wind blowing past him, and then he heard the joy of the Belgian fans behind him.

After scoring the goal, Degan did not celebrate immediately, but looked at the referee, because the Spanish players had already surrounded him. They thought that Degan had fouled while grabbing the ball, because Ramos fell to the ground. Laying, and the results obtained from the Laying branch school, this is definitely a foul, and there is no reason for it.

The referee also hesitated for a while, and when he looked up, he noticed Digan's cold eyes. Although Digan didn't speak, his mouth was very clear: Blow! Fuck you!

The referee was timid. Digan's murderous gaze made him dare not act recklessly, and just now Digan snatched the ball very cleanly. Ramos happened at least three seconds after Digan snatched the ball.

All right!

The goal is valid!

At this time, the Belgian players ran towards Digan frantically!

Digan broke free, ran all the way to the front of the sideline camera lens, took a deep breath, and roared wantonly: "Blow! You f.f.f.f.w! Damn bastard, who the f.m. Nothing can stop me from scoring goals, and I can't stop me from winning the championship, come on! Come on! Use whatever you can! You bastards!"

Degan's roar was spread all over the world along with the TV broadcast signal. Although many people could not understand what Degan was saying, they were all infected by Degan's ferocious expression and angry roar.

A persistent man is nothing but admiration!

Seeing that the referee made a valid penalty for the goal, Casillas couldn't help it, and rushed out of the penalty area. He didn't go to the referee, but to Ramos, and grabbed Ramos' jersey. : "What the hell are you doing, you ruined everyone's hard work!"

Ramos also had a bad temper. Seeing that Casillas was embarrassing him in front of so many people, he couldn't suppress his anger. He didn't think he was at fault, so he knocked off Casillas' hand. Angrily said: "Everyone is here, everyone is watching, you have no right to make irresponsible remarks to other people, let alone put on a domineering posture, if you held the ball just now, you wouldn't There are things behind!"

What Ramos said made Casillas completely lose his mind, and the two began to blame and scold each other, which made all the teammates dumbfounded.

Calagones was also stunned. He had no idea that his players would actually fight against each other on the field. This really shocked and angered him.

Although Casillas is the captain of the team, as a goalkeeper, Casillas is too far away from his teammates, which makes it impossible for him to inform his teammates of his attitude at the first time, and naturally he cannot implement the "on the pitch". coach" responsibilities.

Ramos is bad for being young and frivolous. The Andalusian can't even control his temper, let alone exert positive influence on his teammates.

The two generals were fighting among themselves on the field, and now the Spanish team was in trouble.

Calagones walked to the bench with a gloomy face: "Raul! Go warm up!"