Football No. 10: God's Perspective

Chapter 138 Roger
Controversial goal.

Oh, no, this is obviously an invalid goal, and Vidal should be penalized for stealing the ball and a yellow card should be shown.

But the referee didn't say anything, and circled the finger, indicating that the goal was valid.

God, what happened?Isn't this kind of foul called?

On the spot, on the Internet, the pot exploded.

Have a problem with the referee's professional ability?blind?

I think it's blind.

Nick stood with a young man in a suit and leather shoes in the passage of the player's locker room, looking at the angry and puzzled Dortmund players on the field, with a playful smile on his lips.

Tuchel roared vigorously on the sidelines, wishing he could directly swallow the referee alive.

"In our home court, are you blatantly blowing black whistle? Touch your conscience! Roger!",

"Toot~!"

The referee blew his whistle and hurried to Tuchel, who was given a yellow card as a warning.

"No, no, I know you Roger, I know you, you are well known in our coaching circles, well done, my man."

Although Tuchel retreated weakly, his mouth was still resolute, and he gave the referee Roger a thumbs up.

"Does anyone have any opinions? I have a lot of yellow cards."

Facing the chatter of Dortmund players chasing and intercepting, the referee Roger put his hands in his trouser pockets.

"I'll just ask you a question." Wang Po broke away from the crowd and rushed to Roger, saying.

"No problem buddy, until then I gotta walk my talk, beep!"

Yellow card.

"Ask, my man."

"Isn't it a foul that Vidal pushed me?" Wang Po resisted the urge to beat Roger violently, gritted his teeth, and asked.

Roger shook his head like a rattle, and said firmly, "No, that's a normal rushing action, and it's a reasonable foul, my buddy."

Wang Po took a deep breath, nodded, said nothing, and beckoned his teammates to go back and continue the game.

"What? Kid, can't afford to lose?"

Seeing that Wang Po, who had been chattering with the referee, came back without any gains, Vidal ran to Wang Po like a villain, and said gloatingly.

Wang Po slapped her nose with her hand, frowned and said in disgust, "Did you eat shit last night and didn't brush your teeth?"

If it weren't for so many shots, if it wasn't for Vidal on the court, Wang Po would have punched his shit out with Muay Thai.

"You tm..." Vidal is not a good man and woman, he is big and round, and he is about to pull Wang Po's collar when he comes up.

Sensing that something was wrong, Roger quickly blew a series of small whistles, and ran over to separate the two people who were about to have a conflict.

"I am the biggest in this field, understand? If you want to cause trouble for me, I will show a red card unceremoniously. I will only say this once."

Roger said to Wang Po and the other two.

"Don't worry, I'll help you out with this tone, I want to teach Vidal a good lesson."

Subotic patted Wang Po on the shoulder, looked at Vidal with a smirk on his face, and said meaningfully.

As a veteran on the field, he knows some moves very well.

The trend of the game changed because of this goal, and it was interrupted for 10 minutes before the turmoil passed.

Obviously, the hearts of the players of the two teams are different.

The movements become bigger and the collisions become more frequent.

The opportunity is here.

In a high-altitude ball competition, Subotic stepped forward to defend and formed a dislocation defense with Vidal. Subotic, who was born as a central defender, was a circle bigger than Vidal. As soon as the two sides touched, Vidal fell to the ground in pain, screaming and grinning.

Elbow strike, an extremely concealed elbow swing.

In slow motion, it looks like a normal take-off and balance movement, but only an old fritter like Subotic knows that this is deliberately given to Vidal.

"Toot~!"

Whistle foul, Bayern Munich set the ball, but under the appeal of the Bayern Munich players, Roger still has no intention of playing the card.

The ability to control the field is the embodiment of a professional referee's professional ability. In terms of previous conflicts and large-scale penalty selection, the fire between the two sides has undoubtedly risen. Now he needs to put out the fire for the players of both sides, not add fuel to the fire.

From this point of view, Roger's methods are very advanced.

This time, Vidal suffered a dumb loss.

"Hey, if you don't want to come again, you'd better be honest with me." Subotic stood up for Wang Po and secretly warned Vidal.

With a free kick from Bayern Munich, the chaotic first half of the game finally came to an end.

Staring at the cordial condolences from Dortmund fans, the security escorted Roger and the referee team into the player channel.

Wang Po walked into the passage with a dark face and said nothing, where he saw Nick waiting, and another man dressed in a very gentlemanly dress.

This man, Wang Po is impressive, is Bayern Munich's transfer director, Borg.

"I don't know what Mr. Wang Po is thinking about?"

Nick greeted him with a smile and asked.

Next to him, Borg tidied up his suit, looking like he had the winning ticket in his hands and had a plan in his chest.

Wang Po frowned, and asked puzzledly, "What?"

"Transfer, didn't we agree?" Nick's face darkened suddenly, and he said in a bad tone.

Wang Po nodded, "Oh, I remembered."

"Yes, yes, how are you thinking?" Nick put on an expectant expression instantly.

"But you said it was you, does it have anything to do with whether I transfer or not? Nonsense." Wang Po gave Nick a big roll of his eyes.

"Mr. Wang Po, you are kidding me, do you know? You are playing Bayern Munich. Don't forget, this is Germany. You know Bayern's ability and influence."

"So what? I just want to play for Dortmund, how about it?" Wang Po said with a disdainful smile.

"Mr. Wang Po, I think you should think about it carefully. After all, our club has demonstrated its strength in the first half."

Borg on the side finally couldn't help but speak.

"Strength? What strength? I think it's the eyes of the referee." Wang Po didn't hesitate to talk to these two people, shook his hands, and went back to the locker room on his own.

That left two stupid people standing in the locker room aisle.

"Damn it, this little bastard, one day I will make him cry."

Looking at Wang Po's figure, Nick gritted his teeth and cursed.

locker room.

Tuchel did not criticize the players' performance, nor did he say anything about the referee Roger's penalty scale. He explained step by step and arranged the team's tactics in the second half.

During this half-time break, Tuchel was unusually calm, which made people feel a little depressed and uncomfortable.

(End of this chapter)