Chinese champion

Chapter 217 Black

"The one who wins the midfield wins the world" is not an exaggeration. In football games, the teams that can control the midfield are often those teams that can win in the end. If you have the upper hand, you will gain more opportunities to attack if you have the advantage in possession of the ball, and the corresponding opportunities for the opponent to attack will be reduced. Naturally, you can gain weight in advance in the final result.

At this time, the Chinese team obviously has completely controlled the midfield, and tightly suppressed the Japanese team within their own half. If the statistics are used now, the Chinese team's possession rate will definitely exceed 60.00%. Fans who know a little bit about football can see that if the game continues like this, what awaits the Japanese team is definitely a massacre.

Now it is only one goal behind. If the Chinese team can expand the score, the Japanese's psychological defense will collapse. It will not be very difficult to achieve this goal, because the Japanese team's strength in Asia is due to their offense. As for defense ... To be honest, I can't get on the stage.

Therefore, although the Chinese team has repeatedly missed goals, the Chinese fans are not as worried as usual, but have sufficient confidence in the Chinese team.

Off the court, He Jin watched the Chinese team's attack wave after wave firmly suppressing the Japanese team, but he didn't show any joy, but frowned tightly.

Feng Yu was also pacing back and forth, looking at the field with a hint of worry hidden in his eyes - what did he and He Jin discover at the same time?
"This referee is not right." When Feng Yu walked past He Jin for the fourth time, He Jin suddenly said something in a very weak voice.

Feng Yu stopped, and looked at He Jin with a little surprise: "You also found out? I just think something is wrong, but I'm not sure... Would the referee dare to do this in such a final? Don't be afraid of us Sue?"

"Absolutely." He Jin said affirmatively: "Although he did it very covertly, his judgments were all in favor of the Japanese team's defense... Just like the attack just now, Zhu Jun broke through the opponent, although Nakata was behind him. There was a foul behind him, but Zhu Jun had already passed the ball, and Pei Wei who caught the ball was unguarded. With his dribbling, he could score a goal no matter whether it was a pass or a shot... But that guy actually called Nakata a foul, and the result What was supposed to be a good chance turned into a non-threatening free kick from 40 meters away... this referee is very dirty!"

"Is he really not afraid that we will sue the AFC?" Feng Yu couldn't believe it. After all, this is also the final of the highest-level competition in the continent. Could it be that this referee has the guts to dare to be more than 6? Under the eyes of Chinese fans is not good for the Chinese team?
"Of course he alone doesn't have such courage, but behind him..." He Jin sneered, "Our de facto chief executive of the AFC is very narrow-minded, I don't believe there is no such thing as him." The referee dared to do this!"

Feng Yu also understood immediately, and he couldn't help turning his head to look at the rostrum angrily. With a bah sound, a cloudy mass fell to the ground with shiny silver threads.

Fang Yatao, who was sitting tall on the rostrum in the VIP seat, also noticed something was wrong. As the game progressed, the referee's bias in law enforcement became more and more obvious. The foot hook fell, but the referee who was close at hand did not show any sign. The Japanese team took advantage of the situation to counterattack. Naoyasu Takahara took a cold shot in front of Du Wei who was too late to guard. Wu Qi almost saved the ball. No.307 minutes, when Zhu Jun dribbled the ball on the edge of the penalty area, Nakata pulled his jersey and dragged him to the ground. The audience was shouting fouls, but the referee, who was less than five meters away from them, was watching surface.

"They made a foul, you didn't see it!" Hu Yong yelled at the referee angrily, and then ran back desperately, because the Japanese team's counterattack started again, he couldn't care less about getting angry at the referee now, What we have to do is to defend the Japanese team's attack.

Nakamura gave the ball to Ono Shinji on the left, Zhang Qi hadn't had time to return to the defense because of the attack just now, Hu Yong rushed over quickly, and when Ono was about to break forward, he made a beautiful tackle to tackle the ball out of the touchline.

"Beep—" At this time, the referee's whistle sounded. The referee, who was blind just now, opened his eyes bigger than a copper bell. He ran over and pointed to the spot where Ono fell to the ground. Free kick!
Hu Yong, who has always been calm, couldn't bear it any longer. He roared and rushed to the referee: "You are so fucking blind! Just now it was not considered a foul for them to pull the clothes, but it was considered a foul if I shoveled the ball!? You **** What matters is how to referee!"

Hu Yong was quite calm. How should I put it, what he said just now was in Chinese, not in English that the Kuwaiti referee could understand...

But after the game, he firmly denied that he spoke Chinese because he didn't want to be sent off, but because he was so excited at the time that he couldn't remember how to say it in English.

But the referee saw what he wanted to express from his expression - he took out a yellow card, and Hu Yong's eyes lit up.

The overwhelming curses from the Chinese fans failed to make the "judge in black" change his judgment. Facing the appeals of the Chinese players, he just waved his hands over and over again, telling the Chinese players to return to their positions. .

The members of the Chinese team walked away helplessly. Now that the sentence has already been sentenced, it is futile to say that Hu Yong received a yellow card for this matter. It is already not worth it.

Fang Yatao's face was ashen. Although he was separated by a wall, he seemed to see the smug smile on the face of Vilapan next door through the wall. A vein protruded from his cheek. He gritted his teeth and asked his assistant: "Xiao He, Did you send someone to record this game?"

With a capable face, He Shaoqiang agreed: "I have already sent someone to record. We have recorded every Chinese team's game from beginning to end, and this one is of course no exception."

"Very good." Fang Yatao squeezed out a few words through his teeth: "Please tell the recorder again, all the details of this game will be recorded for me, especially the scene where that guy is unfavorable to us! In the future, I will Useful, you know?"

"Hey!" He Shaoqiang agreed excitedly. He is also a fan himself, so of course he knows what Fang Yatao's words mean.

Seeing that He Shaoqiang went out to make a phone call, Fang Yatao sneered: "Want to trick us? Just wait and see! If the tiger doesn't show his power, you will treat us as sick cats!"

This is a free kick from the left side of the penalty area close to the sideline. There is still about 15 meters away from the penalty area line. Shunsuke Nakamura and Shinji Ono stood in front of the ball, one left and one right. In the final stage, almost all the players of the Japanese team rushed into the penalty area of ​​the Chinese team, and the Chinese team also returned to defense. Except for Zhu Jun and Pei Wei, who were unable to defend well and formed a human wall, everyone else returned to the penalty area. defense.Players from both sides were fighting for positions. Li Min just pushed away the plateau that was attached to him when he was bumped by Takayuki Suzuki. On one side, and Nakata stuck to it tightly...

Just like the hard seats of a full train, the restricted area is crowded with people, and the density is almost comparable to the population density of Tokyo.

After hearing the referee's whistle, Ono first feinted a shot, then Nakamura started to run up and passed the ball into the penalty area!

The ball drew an obvious arc and bypassed the heads of the players on both sides in the penalty area. Wu Qi originally wanted to attack and catch the ball directly, but seeing that the ball was arcing outward, he gave up the idea of ​​attacking. .

The ball fell to the back point, where Sun Ru was defending, and beside him was the Japanese defender Yuji Nakazawa who came up to assist.

Sun Ru struggled to jump up, but the arc of the ball was higher than he imagined. In a hurry, he just scratched the ball with his scalp, which had no effect on changing the direction of the ball.

Wu Qi hurriedly moved back. At this time, the ball was already very close to the goal. As long as someone could touch the ball, he would not have time to react at such a short distance.

The ball fell in front of Zhongze, but Wu Qi heaved a sigh of relief when he saw where the ball was going. Sun Ru's top still worked, and the ball just landed on the chest of Zhongze who was running forward. Zhongze is already very close to the ball at this time, he can neither use his head nor kick his foot to shoot, he can only stop the ball in a very awkward way, Wu Qi is confident that when the ball falls He saves the ball early when he can shoot it.

At this moment, an event that stunned everyone happened.

In desperation, Yuji Nakazawa waved his arm and hit the ball into the goal of the Chinese team with a movement similar to hitting a ball in volleyball!

Handball?

Handball!

Yuji Nakazawa, who scored this shameless goal with his hands, turned around and started running around the field, screaming like a monkey!
The other members of the Japanese team also surrounded him one after another, and they started celebrating this "goal" just like that!
Wu Qi was stunned for a moment, then raised his arms and shouted: "He used his hands! He punched in with his hands!"

Several other Chinese players who saw this scene also ran to the referee, slapped their arms, and signaled to the referee that the Japanese team's goal was a handball, strongly urging the referee to give Nakazawa a yellow card, or even a red card!

The audience in the stands also roared: "Shameless little Japan! Are you fucking playing handball!"

All eyes were on the referee, but the referee hesitated for a moment, then blew the whistle in his mouth and pointed to the middle circle!
Goal valid?

The goal is valid!

The Chinese players on the court and the Chinese fans on the sidelines all exploded with a "boom", is there any reason?Is there any other law?Such an indecent and shameless handball actually works?In the end, is this referee doing human affairs, and is what he said human?

Wang Jianxiang also lost the calmness that a commentator should have in the studio. After repeatedly playing the slow motion of the goal, Wang Jianxiang said again and again: "This is too unimaginable! This is obviously a handball How could the referee who was less than five meters away not see it? This is no longer a business problem, it is a conspiracy! A conspiracy against the Chinese team!" The hot-headed Wang Jianxiang directly put the "conspiracy theory" on It was thrown out, completely ignoring the consequences of saying these words.

He Jin kicked a mineral water bottle away on the sidelines with a vicious kick, then rolled up his sleeves and was about to settle accounts with the bird referee. Just when he was about to rush into the court to teach the Kuwaiti a lesson, he still had a trace of reason Feng Yu hugged him.

"Calm down! Be sure to calm down!" Feng Yu yelled loudly in He Jin's ear, and He Jin desperately tried to break free from him: "How do you want me to stay calm! Is this still a football game? Damn it, you bullied me so much The family is here, do you really think there is no one in our natal family? If you don’t hit him today, his face will be full of peach blossoms, and he won’t know why the flowers are so red!"

"It's already like this! What's the use of beating him up? There are 45 minutes in the second half, and we still need your command! The mentality of the players is already unstable. If we lose you again, how can we get this?" Asian champion!"

He Jin finally calmed down under Feng Yu's persuasion. The Chinese team members on the field knew that there was nothing to do, so they had no choice but to disperse. When the Chinese team just kicked off, the referee couldn't wait to blow the first half. The final whistle, and then ran back to the referee lounge under the rain of debris thrown by the Chinese fans.

The Chinese policemen who were protecting him didn't want to do their best at all - one policeman even deliberately tilted his riot shield, and a coin that fell from the sky hit him firmly on the nose, and the referee ran away holding his nose went in.

"This ball can't be kicked!" Just as soon as he entered the lounge, Wu Qi kicked a chair flying. It's not that he hasn't lost the ball before, but no one would be happy to be scored like this, let alone him. The most annoying Japanese!

"Damn X!" Li Min yelled angrily, "This son of a bitch is standing right next to him. Did he suddenly go blind, or is the little Japanese going to be able to hide his eyes? How can you not see such a big wave of your arm? Damn it!" !"

Pei Wei took a new jersey from an assistant coach with a stern face. He suffered the most violations in the first half, and a piece of the hem of the jersey was also torn off, and there were several cracks of different lengths on the socks—— ——And this added up to nearly ten fouls in exchange for only one free kick, and it was still a free kick from 40 meters away.

"Black, this bastard is so fucking black!" Zhu Jun muttered: "Wearing black clothes, he is really black enough, just like a fucking crow!"

(End of this chapter)