Football No. 10: God's Perspective

Chapter 132 Red Card Action
Tottenham Ali, even in Germany, has heard of his name.

One of the villains in football, known for bad fouls.

It's not a good thing to be targeted by this kind of player.

Looking at Ali's bloodshot and slightly scarlet eyes, it is obvious that he is still resentful about the fact that he fell in embarrassment and became the background board in the first half.

"Heh, I've never believed in evil." Ali raised his eyebrows, feeling like a hob.

Hearing this, the Dortmund players who gathered around burst into laughter.

"A few days ago, didn't you know the duel between Wang Po and Andre? Do you want to try his muay thai? It can satisfy you."

Subotic said with a playful smile.

Wang Po smiled charmingly, looked down at Curly Ali, and said, "Just use whatever trick you have, and I want to learn it too."

Didn't find the cheap Ali in his mouth, gritted his teeth and entered the Tottenham locker room angrily.

"You should be more careful, this kid, he is not a good stubble."

Even though he said that, Subotic still kindly reminded Wang Po.

Generally speaking, everyone eats football, and will control fouls within a certain range, and no one will specifically do things that smash other people's jobs. This is a convention, and it can be regarded as a mutual understanding.

But that doesn't mean every footballer complies.

These people are collectively referred to as football villains.

Not to mention, the monk Pepe, the cannibal Suarez, the lion king Kahn, De Jong who is as famous as Bei Pepe, and Materazzi who became famous in the World Cup and so on.

In the Premier League, Tottenham's Ali is also a ruthless character, known for his fierce fouls.

Since Wang Po was warned during the intermission, Ali must have taken action in the second half, and Subotic's reminder was not unreasonable.

Wang Po nodded, secretly becoming more careful.

The second half of the game begins.

As soon as they came up, the Tottenham team launched a counterattack, but with little success.

At the tactical defensive level, Tuchel completely restricted Harry Kane and cut off the connection with his teammates.

Wang Po's defensive tilt largely locked Sun Xingmin on the wing.

The two core offensive players were so deadly that Tottenham hit the ball into Dortmund's defensive third area many times and there was nothing to follow.

Such a bad offense made the blood pressure of Tottenham fans soar at White Hart Lane.

Already restless fans have begun to greet coach Pochettino's family.

Ali's pass in the penalty area was first intercepted by Subotic, and the ball came to Wang Po's feet in the next moment. The latter took the ball with his back, feeling that a Tottenham player was close to him.

The moment the ball was scored, Wang Po turned around and accelerated, receiving the ball from Mkhitaryan.

The two had a tacit understanding for a moment and completed a two-on-two breakthrough.

Not only did the Spurs' defense not only failed to complete the restriction on the ball holder, but also lost his defensive position.

There was a vacancy in the defense line, and Ali, who was sweeping the midfielder, hurriedly filled his position. Seeing that the ball holder was Dortmund 11 Wang Po, his eyes were glowing red.

Kick off the ground, start, and throw the whole body. He has already made up his mind about the ball. No matter whether he can stop the ball or not, Wang Po must lie down.

"Oops."

Wang Po secretly said something was wrong. In fact, since the second half, he has been paying attention to Ali's movements all the time, and has not given him a chance while holding the ball. This time he was caught by the opponent.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Po moved the ball forward and lifted his feet quickly. Even so, he was still thrown to the ground by Ali.

"Ah~!"

In the next second, Wang Po rolled over in pain clutching his knees, screaming.

"Ah~!" Ali, the culprit next to him, also rolled over and screamed while clutching his knee.

This clumsy acting, the fool is just pretending.

But no one is himself, and he doesn't know if it's real or not, even if he's pretending, you don't have any evidence to prove it.

hateful.

All Dortmund and Tottenham players immediately surrounded the scene of the incident. Players from both sides pushed and accused each other, and the scene was somewhat chaotic.

"Toot~!"

The referee blew his whistle, trotted all the way and quickly rushed over, quickly called the team doctors of the two teams to enter the field, and separated the players from both sides to prevent the situation from escalating further.

"Back off, everyone back off, or I will play cards for you."

The referee's voice was harsh and non-negotiable.

Even though they were retreating, the squadron leaders of the two teams and some veteran players were still able to babble some words of defense in their mouths.

With the support of the team doctor, Wang Po stood up, nothing serious but some minor injuries.

Suddenly, there was booing at White Hart Lane. Everyone turned their attention and focused on Ali. When the latter was brought to Wang Po, his knee hit his ribs. After preliminary examination by the team doctor, he found signs of fracture.

The stretcher came on the stage, and Pochettino had already greeted the substitute players on the sidelines to prepare for substitutions.

What happened to Ali did not make the referee feel sympathetic to him.

"Sorry, I've been watching you throughout the game, your movements are beyond the normal range."

After speaking, the referee took out a red card and sent Ali off the pitch.

Dumbfounded, everyone was dumbfounded.

The fans of White Hart Lane were blown away.

Tottenham coach Pochettino, who was explaining tactics to the substitute players on the sidelines, was also dumbfounded, and dropped the tactical board in his hand directly to the ground.

Tottenham's substitute players had to return to the bench angrily.

"As you can see, Ali has already entered the hospital. He is the biggest victim this time. Sir, sending off a victim with a red card is a crime, do you know?"

As the captain of the Tottenham team and the boss of the team, Lloris even gave up the goal, trotted over, and explained.

The referee shook his head and pointed to his eyes, "There is no problem with my penalty. At the beginning of the second half of the game, he didn't focus on football. I can't let such a player play on the field. This is irresponsible for the personal safety of other players."

"But didn't you see that Ali went to the hospital? And the opposing player jumped up and stood up? You are targeting."

Sissoko angrily resisted the referee with his chest, spitting and flying. "There is absolutely no way in the Premier League that a referee would foolishly draw a red card."

"Yellow card."

The referee was extremely disgusted by Sissoko's offense, a yellow card, and the latter immediately persuaded him.

"His action is a red card action. There is no explanation. I need to remind you that this is the Champions League. I am the referee of this game. This is not a Premier League game."

The referee paused word by word, and the powerful momentum suddenly overwhelmed Sissoko and couldn't say a word.

(End of this chapter)