Football Referee: My card master, who do you love

At this time, in the Huaxia studio.

He Wei and Fan Zhiyi both stood up excitedly!

Ho Wei: "Good ball! It's so beautiful! This is a fairy ball! "

Howe: "Namar! Miracles are frequent! "

Howe: "No matter what time, you can always trust Namar!" "

He Wei: "He is very imaginative and can always surprise us with unexpected surprises!" "

He Wei: "In this game, it is no regret to see such a goal!" "

Fan Zhiyi: "Yes, this goal is too rare!" "

Fan Zhiyi: "Only a style like samba football can play such a ball in the World Cup!" "

Fan Zhiyi: "Imaginary, beautiful samba football!" "

Howe: "Who doesn't love Namar!" Who doesn't love football! This is what football is supposed to look like! "

Fan Zhiyi: "Hehe, then Marr taught the pickle team a good lesson!" "

Fan Zhiyi: "Gee, look at the expressions of the Kimchi team players, with big disbelief in their little eyes!" "

Howe: "Yes, "Four Three Seven" is now less than 10 minutes into the game, and the Bashi team has already led by two goals! "

He Wei: "If the pickle team wants to turn defeat into victory and rewrite the battle, I am afraid it will be difficult. "

He Wei: "I seem to have seen that five-star Bashi has taken another step towards six stars!" "

Fan Zhiyi: "There will be balls in this game!" "

Fan Zhiyi: "Maybe 3:0, maybe 4:0, or even more!" "

Ho Wei: "Oh? Coach Fan thinks the pickles can't score a single goal? "

Fan Zhiyi: "I think so, you look at the expressions of those players in the pickle team. "

Fan Zhiyi: "Obviously stunned!" "

Fan Zhiyi: "I conceded two goals in the opening game, my mentality collapsed, how do I play?" "

Fan Zhiyi: "Even if there is a ball, I'm afraid it's just a face ball from the Bashi team." "

He Wei: "Then Fan Coach, do you think the Bashi team will give the pickle team face?" "

Fan Zhiyi: "It depends on how the pickle team plays today." "

Fan Zhiyi: "If there are still more small movements as before." "

Fan Zhiyi: "At that time, the Bashi team will be angry, and it will directly give you a massacre, and you will not give face at all!" "

He Wei: "Okay, thank you for Fan's analysis. "

He Wei: "Next, let's take a look at the interaction between the audience and friends in the live broadcast room. "

At this point,

Inside the Huaxia live broadcast room.

The barrage was rapidly refreshing.

"Namar cowhide! Strong, strong! "

"Namar this is completely free of himself, although the little buttocks are a little unbearable to look at directly, but it has become a classic!"

"So handsome! Only a little worse than Brother Ning! "

"Namar single-handedly led all Asian women to watch the game!"

"This goal is amazing, the World Cup field still dares to play so openly, it has to be the Bashi team!"

"Although I don't know the ball, I was blown away!"

"The kimchi team is cold, and the cherry blossom team says they are waiting for you at the airport!"

“..............."

At this time, in the playing field.

The Bashi team is still celebrating wildly.

Such a goal is a huge boost to the morale of the players!

Heart-stirring!

Even the head coach of the Bashi team couldn't help but be excited!

The players of the Bashi team ran to the sidelines and danced samba in celebration.

The fans also danced very cooperatively, sending applause and screams without hesitation.

On the other hand, the pickle team is desolate.

The two sides are not far apart, but it is like two worlds.

Kimchi fans looked at the stadium in confusion.

In the face of such a shocking goal, they can't even think of any reason to comfort themselves.

Some vulnerable fans, even if they knew that they would lose against the Bashi team, could not help crying at this time.

It's acceptable to lose, but don't lose so badly!

That's it at the beginning, what else to do later?

Bashi fans enjoyed the goal of the goal.

But for the pickles team, this game is undoubtedly a nightmare and torture.

Beep!!!

Jiang Ning whistled, stretched out his hand to the center circle, and signaled the return of the players on both sides.

Soon, both teams of players rushed back to their positions and quickly drove the ball out at Jiang Ning's whistle.

The game goes on!

Boom!

The pickles team drove the ball out.

The football came to Lee Jae-sung's feet.

His face was a little unnatural.

The two consecutive falls just now made him lose face.

So, after getting the ball, he ran fast and looked for a breakthrough.

He wants to get a little field back!

Casamiro attacked and blocked Lee Jae-sung's way.

The two meet again!

It's just that when Li Zaicheng saw Casamiro coming, his eyes instantly turned red! (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

But Casamiro didn't put Lee Jae-sung in his eyes at all.

Even, he did not notice Lee Jae-sung's hostility, and only saw the football at the feet of the other party.

Li Zaicheng's breathing is stagnant!

He felt he was being ignored!

He hated the feeling!

You have to get back on the field and show your skills!

Boom!

So, angry and corrupted, Lee Jae-sung ignored the shouts and answers of his teammates.

Just don't pass the ball!

He just wants to fight with Casamiro and prove his strength!

Otherwise, today's failure will follow him all the time and be ridiculed for a lifetime!

I saw Li Zaicheng's movements changing rapidly.

He wanted to use his fake moves to get Casamiro to launch in advance.

As long as Casamiro moves, he can take advantage of this opportunity to shake him!

But the truth was different from what he had imagined!

Casamiro don't say to intercept, even he didn't mean to move at all0..

Casamiro looked at Li Zaicheng with a strange look, and seemed to be a little confused about what this guy wanted to do!

He thought to himself: You've passed! I haven't moved, why don't you dare to pass?

Li Zaicheng was a little anxious in his heart.

Casamiro stood still and he did not dare to attack rashly!

But by this time, he had already heard the angry scolding of his teammates and the coach on the sidelines!

Your teammates are running in front of you, you still don't pass the ball, what are you doing?!

At this time, Namar and the others also stopped, and they all looked at each other with strange faces.

The players of the Bashi team also did not step forward to press, so quietly watched Lee Jae-sung's performance!

"No more!"

"If it goes on like this, the flaws will come out!"

"Damn, I have to take the initiative!"

Li Zaisung's face was gloomy.

In desperation, I could only suddenly kick a football in an attempt to get a crotch!

Boom!

The football made a muffled sound and quickly swept between Casamiro's legs!

And at this moment, Casamiro, who was highly concentrated, immediately turned around and opened his hands!

He used his body to block Lee Jae-sung who came up, and at the same time caught up with the football and successfully snatched the football!

Wow!

The fans at the scene were anxious and burst into an uproar!

The teammates of the pickle team are even more angry and scolding!

Your teammates are running in front of you, you just can't pass the ball!

Now the ball is lost!

They were simply speechless, and they didn't understand what Li Zaicheng was thinking!

Casamiro opened his hands and stuck Lee Jae-sung behind him.

The football was controlled 1.8 at his feet and the ball changed!

Li Zaicheng's heart was anxious!

He knew that he had run into trouble!

Watching Casamiro snatch the football, and the players of the Bashi team quickly began to insert and prepare to respond!

At this time, Li Zaicheng really couldn't bear it!

Even a worm will turn!

Boom!

In anger, Lee Jae-sung almost lost his mind, and pushed Casamiro to the ground with a push with both hands!

"Ah!!"

Casamiro screamed in pain, but the moment he fell to the ground, he still protected the football with his body.

It's a player's professionalism and an instinctive reaction.

In order to prevent the referee from blowing the whistle!

If the referee does not blow the whistle in time, if he falls to the ground, the football is likely to be snatched back by Lee Jae-sung!

But the referee of this game is Jiang Ning!

How could Jiang Ning allow such a vicious foul on the field?

Beep!!!

Jiang Ning decisively blew the whistle and ran over in a big stride! .

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