Football: The immortal legend on the green field

Ebsen's malicious foul caused a large-scale conflict on the court. The referee had rushed to the place where the conflict broke out and separated the players from both sides. Next to him, the linesman was explaining what happened.

"Fuck you, you could have retracted your kick just now, referee, he did it on purpose, this scumbag doesn't deserve to be on the court." This was the voice of Tiote, an Ivorian who grew up in the slums of Africa. Swearing is a common occurrence for him. He doesn't care about that now. In the team, Shen Bin is his most respected partner.

The two people Tiote should be most grateful to in his life are the British farmer Berg Neuss, who recommended him to the Coca-Cola organizers, and Shen Bin. If Shen Bin hadn't recommended him to Harlem Athletic, he would probably still be playing semi-professional football in Yamoussoukro, Cote d'Ivoire! Here, his weekly income is probably catching up with his annual salary in his hometown of Yamoussoukro. Most of the time, playing football there is almost no salary. The team is willing to provide three meals a day to attract a large number of talented black children.

"Referee, he didn't stop his foot. I swear, Ebsen is a good man." This is Van Bommel's voice. Although as a professional player, he also dislikes the players' bad additional actions, but as the captain of Eindhoven, he must stand up for his teammates.

"Shit! He did it on purpose, referee, I saw it clearly." This was Weiss's voice. Although, he was at least 30 meters away from the scene of the incident and didn't see anything clearly, who cares.

The referee made a gesture, asking both sides to shut up, otherwise he would not be polite. This suppressed the emotions of both sides, but they still looked at each other angrily.

The culprit Ebsen, on the other hand, remained silent. The PSV players rushed over and pulled him aside to prevent the conflict from escalating. This now seems necessary. If the old captain of Haarlem Athletic had not hugged the Ivorian, Ebsen would have felt the power of the big black man's punch on his face.

The referee pushed aside the players who were gathered together, walked to Ebsen and showed him a yellow card.

This caused great dissatisfaction among the players of Haarlem Athletic. In the eyes of the players of Haarlem Athletic, this action was definitely an action of requesting to leave the field.

"Mr. Referee, your penalty is too light. This action can get that guy banned for life." Haarlem Athletic captain Weiss protested to the referee.

The referee looked serious and pointed at himself, meaning, are you the referee or am I the referee?

"This is really humorous. Such an action did not get a red card. I really want to see, Mr. Referee, for what kind of action will he show a red card." Overmars was almost furious.

Shen Bin stood on the sidelines. The team doctor held up two fingers in front of Shen Bin's eyes. "What number is this, sen?"

After losing blood, people will feel dizzy for a short time, and may also become slow in reaction. As a player, if this happens, you must be replaced.

"3!" Shen Bin said, but seeing Gretel's nervous look, he didn't dare to joke anymore. "Okay, Gretel, I'm fine. It's 2 fingers. I was just kidding."

The team doctor packed up the medical kit and said sternly, "This is not funny at all."

There was a cross-shaped tape on Shen Bin's forehead, which made him look like a devout Christian.

Neeskens called Shen Bin aside, "Shen Bin, how are you?"

"It's okay, Mr. John, but I'm a little uncomfortable." Shen Bin touched his forehead habitually.

“It doesn’t hurt, does it?” Neeskens asked.

"It doesn't hurt." Shen Bin said quickly. He was a little afraid that he would be banned from playing like this, and then Hallam Athletic would have to play ten against eleven in the remaining 10 minutes.

"Haha." Neeskens patted Shen Bin on the shoulder. He understood the young player's worries. "Go ahead, play, get closer to the penalty area, and try to score another goal. A man's blood cannot be shed in vain. I will not let that son of a bitch go. And the scumbag referee, don't think we can be bullied just because we are a second-tier team."

"That's right, boss." Shen Bin agreed with what Neeskens said, 'My blood will not be shed in vain.' He walked to the sidelines and saw the referee showing a yellow card to Ebsen.

Shen Bin raised his hand, indicating that he could go on stage.

The referee nodded, indicating that Shen Bin could enter the field. He ran towards the center circle, indicating that the game would continue and the ball would be kicked off from the center circle.

Shen Bin suddenly ran to the referee Kohler and pointed at Ebsen who was not far away, "Sir, are you sure that the action of that son of a bitch was only a yellow card?"

The referee looked up and seemed not to see the bandage on Shen Bin's forehead. "Player No. 6, please watch your words. I don't mind taking out an extra card!"

Shen Bin stared into the referee's eyes and turned away. Although he was angry, he was not stupid and would not take the initiative to conflict with the referee. He did this not only because he was unhappy, but also to put pressure on the referee to make him cautious in his subsequent judgments.

Weiss ran over and pulled Shen Bin away, "Don't argue with that shitty referee. It will only make things worse for us."

"I understand. I will only use my actions to tell the other party that my blood will not be shed in vain."

When he said this, Weiss was watching him from the side. The cross-shaped tape on his forehead and his vicious look made Shen Bin look like a villain.

Well, an enraged villain who looks like a really bad guy from an 8 o'clock soap opera.

Young players have no human rights, and it is useless for Shen Bin to protest. He just wants to use the same standard of competition as the crossbar referee to see how he would judge under the same circumstances.

In the next scramble with Van der Meer, before the ball reached its position, Shen Bin showed the sole of his shoe in advance, and this action gave Van Bommel a startle.

Shen Bin also successfully received the ball. The referee seemed a little cautious and did not call a foul. He just gave Shen Bin a verbal warning when the ball was dead.

In the subsequent games, under the demonstration of Shen Bin, the players of Haarlem Athletic made more and more aggressive moves in defense, which caused psychological trauma to the PSV players. PSV was obviously suppressed in momentum.

Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, the referee suspended the game, called the captains of both teams, warned both sides, and stated that if there were any more unnecessary actions, he would directly show a red card.

In the following game, both sides had no intention of continuing the fight. Amidst the chaos, the time came to the 90th minute of the game. The referee blew the whistle to end the game, ignoring the sign of 6 minutes of extra time held by the fourth official on the scene.