Football: The immortal legend on the green field

The players of the youth team surrounded the referee, trying to get an explanation and give a red card to the annoying Chinese player, especially the midfielders of the youth team. They felt that their game was too uncomfortable with this Chinese player on the field. He always disrupted their passes and interrupted the offensive rhythm of Team B with every key pass.

Some players on the youth team pleaded with the referee, hoping that he would show mercy.

In fact, this is not a red card foul at all. In fact, even a yellow card is a foul that can be awarded or not.

Just as the referee was about to take out a card, a funny scene happened on the field. Balotelli lifted up his jersey to reveal his eight abdominal muscles, and used his strong chest to hit Mascherano, who was shouting the loudest, again and again.

At this time, Mascherano was still an 18-year-old young man, not yet the iron-blooded Argentine midfielder. He was constantly staggered by the precocious Balotelli.

The entire audience burst into laughter, especially the young ladies. Seeing Balotelli, whose hormones were overflowing, their saliva was dripping and they kept screaming.

Fan Bingbing was also tickled by this funny scene and giggled non-stop, "This little black boy is so silly, it's really funny."

The referee was in a dilemma, so he gave the yellow card to Balotelli and then gave a verbal warning to Shen Bin.

On the bench of the International Youth Team, temporary head coach Basque has covered his eyes. Damn it, does he have a brain? He actually made provocative gestures under the referee's nose. The summer camp team should not have recruited him into the team. It seems that he should be replaced in the second half!

People only saw Balotelli doing some incomprehensible actions, but they would not have thought that Balotelli's actions allowed Shen Bin, who played a more important role in the team, to escape a yellow card.

Basque stood up from the bench with a stiff face, and looked at his own bench with his hands on his hips.

He has to make an adjustment plan and cannot wait until the last minute to prepare if something unexpected happens on the field.

Basque pointed his finger at Fabregas on the bench, and told him to be prepared, as he would be on the field at the beginning of the second half. After hearing what Basque said, he did not hesitate at all, stood up, took off his coat and threw it on the bench, then jogged to the sidelines. In fact, it was still too early for a substitution, but he made this move to put pressure on the coach, so that whenever the coach made a substitution, he would have to think of him first.

Zabaleta stepped forward and pulled his compatriot Mascherano aside, fearing that the brainless Italian would do something more outrageous to Mascherano. "Javier, don't confront him head-on. This will be very disadvantageous to the whole team and you personally. When the game resumes, you can provoke him in the game. With his hot temper, it will be easy for him to get another yellow card, right?"

Javier Mascherano nodded and a slight smile appeared on his face.

If this attempt is realized, perhaps we can expect a big score, right?

Shen Bin first came to Balotelli and hugged him, then walked to Ronaldo and stretched out his hand, "You know that was not an intentional injury, but it is always like this on the football field, accidents often happen, your action was too fast and exceeded my prediction, I apologize for the harm caused to you."

C Luo was stunned for a moment, then smiled, and reached out his hand to high-five Shen Bin in a friendly manner, "Yes, we were both too fast, so this accident happened. Maybe the next time I meet you, the situation just now will not happen again."

The camera faithfully recorded this scene and stayed on each of the two people's faces for more than ten seconds.

Ronaldo's brown hair was full of hairspray, and it was shiny and smooth under the reflection of the lights in the stadium. His face was three-dimensional and firm as if it was carved by a knife.

However, Shen Bin did not decorate his face and hair too much, except that his black hair was combed neatly. His pair of dark eyes were as deep as the night, yet flashed with a neutral and peaceful light. His profile was handsome and graceful, softer than that of Westerners, but more three-dimensional than that of Orientals. Shen Bin's face looked very much like Michelangelo's sculpture David.

Many women who had fought with their boyfriends or husbands for the remote control subconsciously let go of their hands when they saw this scene, and began to ask the men next to them: "Who is this handsome guy?" After getting a negative answer, they rolled their eyes at the men and said, "You said you were watching a game, but you couldn't even recognize all the people, tsk." They no longer clamored to watch TV series and entertainment programs, but looked at the boy's focused profile with excitement.

But the attention of female fans did not disturb Shen Bin.

The referee on the field was the retired internationally renowned referee Lansford from France. This was not a formal match, but when the Coca-Cola people approached him, he accepted this easy job without hesitation. Standing in front of the two youthful young people, his serious face gradually relaxed. He was happy to see the players on the field have such a broad mind and bearing.

The youth team formed a human wall, with Shen Bin standing next to Balotelli who was standing in the middle.

"Sen, remember don't be nervous, just like you performed in normal training, you are excellent." Balotelli grinned and patted Shen Bin's shoulder, then let him go and muttered, "I hope we lose fewer goals. God, I can only accept 2-0 at most, no more."

Shen Bin: “……?”

The referee blew the whistle and Ronaldo took a run-up and shot.

At the moment the football flew up, Shen Bin grabbed Balotelli who was about to jump and said, "Next..."

With Balotelli in a dizzy state, the football hit Balotelli's ankle with a "bang" and bounced to the left side of the penalty area. Azpilicueta kicked the ball to the center circle, but Cahill, who was behind, intercepted the ball and passed it forward to Mascherano.

Mascherano passed the ball to Sanchez who came up to receive the ball before Balotelli rushed to him. Torres approached Sanchez, and Sanchez had to pass the ball back to Cahill. Cahill then passed the ball diagonally to Di Maria on the wing. Di Maria broke forward along the wing. Modric and Apilicueta came forward to double-team and easily intercepted the ball from Di Maria.

Di Maria stepped forward to counter-steal, and Modric unexpectedly kicked the ball with the outside of his foot. The ball flew smoothly to the feet of David Silva more than ten meters away. Sanchez stepped forward to interfere, and David Silva passed the ball back to Shen Bin. Shen Bin did not wait for the ball to land, and kicked it with the outside of his foot in a low arc. The ball flew more than 40 meters like a cannonball.

The players on the field did not feel anything due to limited vision, but the bigwigs from all parties watching the game stood up one after another. This was not a clearance, but a deadly long pass and quick attack.

Torres turned around quickly like a cheetah and rushed towards the opponent's penalty area. Balotelli cleverly broke away from Mascherano, spread his long legs, and ran to the other side.

Torres passed by Cahill who was trying to intercept him. Bonucci, who was lagging behind, would normally not be able to stop Torres because he was too fast.

Now he has two options. One is to intercept head-on, which has a 50% success rate and may cause two people to collide and get injured, and he may also get a red card.

The other is to give up the frontal approach and take unconventional measures, pulling with your hands.

Italians wisely chose the second option.