King Bayern

"This is the second time Villarreal have come to the Allianz Arena this season."

"The last time they came, the results were not good. Later, gossip newspapers also reported a lot of inside stories."

"But I think grades are the most important thing."

Helen and Catherine sang together, and the players also appeared on the field. Villarreal's lineup was basically their main force.

Riquelme and Senna are in the midfield, Jose Mari is in the front line, and Spanish international Cazorla is on the wing.

The side starters are:

Goalkeeper - Lenz

Defensive line - Gritz, Ujfalusi, Schaeffer, Meyer

Double defensive midfielders - Bayer, Yarolim

Avant-garde line - Chen Mu, Jerry Mays, Johnson

Forward Line - Fran

Both teams played with the strongest lineups. Pellegrini folded his arms around his chest, and Hassler was in a similar posture, waiting for the game to start.

*****

A large curved ball flew into the penalty area. This was an overhead long pass from Riquelme. The ball flew into the penalty area as if it was precisely guided.

At this time, Villarreal's striker Jose Mari also started, and Ujfalusi was marking Jose Mari.

"Go away, Czech."

"You're the one who should go away, Spanish dwarf."

Jose Mari thought I'd be damned, you're only a few centimeters taller than me, and besides, everyone in Spain is not short except Xavi.

But in the next second, Jose Mari couldn't laugh anymore, because Ujfalusika was in front of him, that is to say, Ujfalusi occupied a better defensive position.

However, the ball was delivered very well, Jose Mari still forced to take off, and he and Ujfalusi fell to the ground at the same time.

At this moment, the referee blew the whistle, and Jose Mari was excited, "Penalty, penalty, penalty!"

"Aren't you stupid, I'm stuck in the front."

Jose Mari ignores Ujfalusi, "Penalty."

The referee couldn't run to indicate that Jose Mari had fouled.

At this time, Jose Mari pointed to himself like a film king, "What? Is there a mistake, me?"

"Yes, it's you."

"I hit the ball, okay?"

"Yes, but you forcefully squeezed your opponent away."

Ujfalusi smiled and patted Jose Mari, "Stop pretending."

Unexpectedly, Jose Mali immediately fell to the ground, covering his face, and Chen Mu, who was in the distance, was also amused, "With this acting skills, it will be a loss if you don't go to the Spring Festival Gala to partner with Uncle Benshan."

"Hehe, I patted you on the shoulder, what are you doing covering your face?"

The referee ran away just now, and now he ran back. Under the prompt of the assistant referee, he decisively gave Jose Mari a yellow card.

"This is a football stadium, not Hollywood, you know?"

Jose Mari's face turned green. He thought of Rivaldo in the World Cup in Korea and Japan. That guy was beaten to the leg, but he immediately covered his face and blacked out the Turkish players. Could it be that my acting skills are not good enough?It shouldn't be.

*****

In the minute of the game, the offense all came from Chen Mu's personal breakthrough, while Villarreal's offense all came from Riquelme's organization. The Argentine is now the core of the yellow submarine and has won the trust of the head coach .

Helen noticed a statistic, that is, in this game, all of Villarreal's frontcourt balls will go through Riquelme.

"Defend against Riquelme, there is hope."

As soon as the words fell, Riquelme was hit, and it was Jeremiah who hit him.

"Foul, this should be a yellow card." Riquelme felt that he had been greatly wronged, but Jeremys also looked innocent, and he raised his hands, "Referee, I didn't push people, look at my hands. "

The referee was also puzzled, this guy obviously fouled, but why did he raise his hand!

"Referee, I really did not foul, look at my hands."

Hasler on the sidelines laughed out loud. This is what Jeremiah called a soft foul in training.

The referee verbally warned Jeremiah that he may have deceived the referee by his innocent appearance, but Riquelme quit, "Referee, he clearly destroyed one of my offenses. This ball should be a yellow card."

Riquelme had already figured out the passing route before he got the ball. He was suffering. If Jeremiah did not foul, then he could pass the ball to Cazorla, who could pass the ball to Jose Mari in the middle. .

But the referee is not a roundworm in Riquelme's stomach. It is impossible for him to know so much. He can only trust his own eyes.

"There were no yellow cards, it was a minor collision."

"You're so fucking slight."

But this sentence Riquelme can only think in his heart.

Soon, Villarreal organized an attack in the frontcourt again, and the ball was still passed to Riquelme. The moment Riquelme took the ball, Jeremys came again, raising his hands again, Another blunt top.

This time Riquelme got angry, and before the referee came over, he quarreled with Jeremiah, "Damn it, you're still in a good mood, aren't you?"

Jeremys still didn't let go of his raised hands, "I'm innocent, this was a slight collision."

This time, Riquelme didn't speak English anymore, and went straight to Spanish—@#￥%, which probably means xx you`mother.

The referee ran over, and the referee was not a fool. This was the second time these two guys had a fight, and the referee became alert.

"You two are trying to make trouble, right?"

"Referee, you saw it. I don't know what kind of habit this guy is. Every time he raises his hands to foul, but what I know is that he is destroying the offense. The action does not look big, but it is a thief. A yellow card should be shown."

Jeremys also plausibly said, "Football is inherently physical. If you don't want to be in contact with people, you can play badminton."

Riquelme was about to go crazy. If the referee didn't give Jeremiah a yellow card, he felt that the ball couldn't be played, and he didn't have to play it anymore.

The referee thought about the rules and felt that Jeremiah's movements were indeed very small, and football should indeed have physical confrontation.

In the end, the referee waved his hand and signaled Jeremiah to go away. Riquelme wanted to argue, but the referee also waved his hand and signaled him to go away.

Riquelme was simmering with anger, but Jeremiah was about to collapse into laughter, "Hahahaha, the soft foul I invented is so useful, it's a pity, if I used this trick earlier That guy Ella will be fine."

When Jeremiah was about to take a soft foul on Riquelme for the third time, an unexpected scene happened. Riquelme directly raised his elbow and hit him back, which happened to hit Jeremiah in the abdomen , In this way, Jeremes fell to the ground immediately, and the referee also saw Riquelme's elbow.

At this moment, Riquelme was sweating coldly on his forehead, and he knew that he had made a stupid mistake.

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