Green Dragon

Chapter 56 Time Runs Out
"drop!"

The referee ran over sweating profusely.

In this game, his amount of exercise has increased a lot compared to usual. In the stoppage time period, every step of running made him feel like he was about to suffocate.

Especially in the ten seconds just now, Jovetic singled out Long Shute first, and then Long Shute crossed the entire court with the cooperation of his teammates!
The referee almost ran out of breath!

That madman!Why is he so fierce!

Just as the referee blew the whistle, there was a sharp pain in the calf!
He let out a scream, and sat down on the turf directly!

Damn, I'm having cramps! -
"Poor referee, it's not good who you follow, you have to sprint with that little lunatic..."

De Cour let out a sympathetic sigh: "If you could catch him, you'd be in the sprint race!"

"Ajax missed the opportunity, and Fiorentina escaped by chance," Yang Sen said, paying more attention to the attack just now, "Dainelli should thank his teammates, if it wasn't for Gamberini's timely shovel, Suarez A shot has been formed! With the Uruguayan's shooting skills and the feeling of hot feet recently, even if this goal is not scored, it will definitely bring a great threat!"

The assistant referee and Fiorentina's home medical staff ran into the arena one after another, stretching for the referee in a hurry.

Players with cramps or minor injuries can leave the field first and receive treatment on the sidelines, but the referee cannot, so the game passes by second by second while he is receiving treatment.

"The time left for Ajax is running out!" He Wei almost announced that "Ajax is finished"...
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"Louis, how are you? Are you injured? Should I call the team doctor?"

The first thing Long Shute did when he stopped was to turn around to see his teammates.

Gamberini's flying shovel just hit Suarez's supporting foot firmly. If it was normal, the cunning Uruguayan would roll all over the ground, but now he just lies on the ground, hugging and being kicked calves panting.

Suarez gritted his teeth and shook his head: "I'm fine, I'm just too tired..."

Gamberini still retracted his foot at the end, and the front of the calf was protected and cushioned by the shin guard. Therefore, although the kick just now seemed to be heavy and even shocking when it landed, it actually only caused a little hardness. Injury, except for a little pain, a little rest can restart the game.

But who is Suarez?

Even if he gradually matures after a few years, he is still a hot-blooded and impulsive guy!

Even if others don't provoke him, he will take the initiative to provoke others!

What's more, Gamberini took the lead in showing the studs!

This tone... how could he bear it?

I saw Suarez jumping up from the turf, and rushed towards Gamberini without saying a word. The two looked at each other, and a conflict was about to start immediately!

Fortunately, the players on both sides had sharp eyesight and quick hands, and they pulled their teammates away one after another. Otherwise, Long Shute doubted whether Suarez would directly open his bloody mouth and bite hard on Gamberini's neck!
The referee's calf finally stopped cramping. With the help of the assistant referee, he limped to the front of the penalty area, pointed to the location of the incident with his left hand, and signaled that it was a free kick from Ajax. Bellini drew a yellow card.

Of course Gamberini had nothing to say, he couldn't open his eyes and talk nonsense, no matter how strong his words were, insisting that this was a clean tackle, right?

"Mr. Referee, this is an absolute chance to score, and it is a reckless foul. It should be a red card!" Suarez's anger was not so easy to cool down. As the captain, he rushed forward to argue with the referee immediately, "If If he doesn't kick, I can already form a shot! It is clearly written in the football rules!"

But for the referee, his authority is more important than any football rules. He put on a straight face and said word by word: "I am the referee, but you are not, Mr. Suarez."

"SHXT!" Bao Yasu, who didn't get the desired result, suddenly had a short-circuited brain, and swears angrily, and then added, "Your cramp is also fake, right? To delay the time for the Italians?"

The chief referee can't hold back his face now: the two assistant referees and the medical staff at the home court are all around him. If he ignores this slanderous words, then he will have no dignity in this industry!
So he gave Suarez a vicious look, and took out both cards in his pocket!
"Uh... the referee also showed Suarez a yellow card?"

He Wei's brain was a little insufficient: "Is it to punish the conflict between him and Gamberini just now? Or was the words too intense? Ah, the referee drew out a red card again? Two yellows turned into one red!"

"The captain of Ajax was expelled?!" Yang Sen couldn't help covering his eyes, "What happened to Suarez in the last minute of the game?!"

"He should really take care of his bad temper!" De Cour was not surprised, "If a player can't even restrain himself, then even if he is talented and talented, he will not achieve much. We've seen a lot of geniuses like this!"

Van Basten standing on the sidelines was completely dumbfounded!

Ajax struggled to get a free kick... but his team lost the captain and the attacking core!
How can this fucking play? !
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Prandelli breathed a sigh of relief.

An insignificant yellow card blocked an inevitable attack of the opponent, and also destroyed the absolute core of the opponent's formation with the strongest shooting skills and the most goals!

After this game is over, he must give Gamberini the credit!
As for the free kick... Hahaha, Ajax and the youngsters only scored one direct free kick in the entire 34 rounds of the league last season!

The scorer was Suarez who had just been sent off with a red card!
What threat could the rest of the group pose? !

Prandelli looked up at the electronic screen. It was already the 2nd minute and 10th second of stoppage time. Even if the referee would extend the time due to the cramps and foul just now, the remaining time would not exceed 2 minutes.

As long as Fiorentina defends this free kick, Ajax will never have another chance!
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"Louis..."

Looking at the blushing Suarez, Long Shute couldn't help being a little worried, and quickly stopped the Uruguayan.

He was worried that his teammates would lose control of their emotions further and tear the referee into pieces!

Even the referee took a step back with some guilt, and pretended to have unhealed cramps, and sat on the ground again.

"TMD!" Suarez spat on the ground indignantly, and he waved his hand, "End the game, you have to work hard! Just do your best! We still have hope!"

The teammates around looked at the captain who was already talking nonsense, with sad expressions in their eyes.

Suarez shook his head helplessly, and rushed down the court with his fastest speed.

"This ball... what to do?" The remaining Ajax players didn't have time to care about him anymore. They stood in front of the penalty spot, but they didn't know how to make a penalty.

The former core midfielders, whether it was van der Vaart or Sneijder, were all good free kick players. Even Huntelaar had a good kick, but since they left, Ajax can no longer find it. To a trusted shooter.

And this time a free kick is almost their last chance in this game. If they can score, it can delay Ajax's death penalty for half an hour. If they can't score, then both Ajax and Van Basten to fall into hell.

Such a heavy responsibility is like a mountain on the shoulders of these 20-year-old boys. Not to mention that they are not very good at kicking, even if they are usually very sure, it is difficult to stand up at this time.

This is related to the job of the head coach!
Van Basten's eyes were fixed on the players on the field.

Nearly 5 seconds passed, and no one dared to stand before the penalty spot.

He couldn't help lowering his head and sighing.

But he couldn't accuse the players of cowardice.

Because he knew that there really wasn't a particularly good free throw shooter among these people, and it was undoubtedly an extremely difficult decision for these young people to stand up and take responsibility at this time.

However, when he looked up again, a figure he was very familiar with stood out.

"This ball... just let me kick it."

Long Shute flicked the ball forward, his figure was as motionless as a mountain, as if he hadn't wavered in any way.

Injury time has come to the first 2 minutes and 20 seconds.

Ajax is still one goal behind!
(End of this chapter)