i'm a superstar

Chapter 197
"Friends of the audience! Friends of the audience! What you are watching is a heavyweight match of 16 to 8 in the Champions League. Chelsea is playing against Inter Milan at home."

"Now, the game has come to the 70th minute of the second half, the most exciting moment. What people never expected is that Chelsea, who lost by a big score in the first leg, will stage a Jedi counterattack in the second leg. They, they It's unbelievable."

"Yes, you, you read it right. Now, the score on the field is an astonishing 6:0. Chelsea, the Blues have another goal. They, they can achieve a shocking comeback."

"Chelsea, can Chelsea achieve this epic reversal? To be honest, I don't know. Please, everyone, wait and see, continue, and continue to look forward to the next exciting game."

snort!For some reason, Zhang Han felt very uncomfortable when he heard the commentator talking. He snorted coldly, and directly gave a yellow card to Ballack who pulled Sneijder from behind.

"What are you doing? This, this action is not too big! This is the card." Anna reminded.

"Why is it not big? It was because of the loose penalties that Chelsea used foul tactics to stifle our Inter Milan's counterattack repeatedly, and the game became what it is now." Zhang Han said eloquently.

"Law the law fairly, you know? You, you are avenging your own personal revenge." Anna laughed.

"I'm going to avenge myself, what's the matter with you?" Zhang Han smiled triumphantly.

Unfortunately, Zhang Han's weird smile happened to fall into the eyes of Bo Yang, who was peeping at the referee next to him.

The handsome Spanish guy felt very surprised, and said to Balotelli next to him: "Mario, do you find it strange? The referee's smile is very wretched."

"Wretched? Why didn't I find out?" Bashen touched the cockscomb head, "However, I think he is a funny guy. He seemed to have an enmity with us in the previous games and aimed at us everywhere, but now, he seems to be targeting Chelsea. the...

"Mario, I think what you said is very true, he is a psychopath, so we have to be careful!" Bo Yang said in fear.

"It makes sense, but..." Balotelli stopped scratching the cockscomb, and started to scratch the bald back of his head.

"But what?" Boyan asked curiously.

"But don't you think he's been smirking at us all the time? His eyes are also more friendly than before." Although Bashen was a little nervous, he also felt the change in the referee's eyes, and he couldn't figure it out.

"He, he may have his eyes on you!" Bo Yang thought of a possibility, and immediately ran away in fright, and decided to stay away from that perverted referee.

The game continued, and under the protection of Zhang Han and Zhang Daxian, the referee on duty, Inter Milan won a free kick in the backcourt.

This free kick was taken by Boss. He sent the ball directly to the forefront of Inter Milan with a beautiful long pass.

force!The whistle blew again.

In this header competition, Terry pushed Balotelli behind the back.

Originally, it was impossible for von Eisenberg, who had a loose whistleblowing scale, to whistle such a small move, but this time, he actually whistled.

Now, the Chelsea players, who were used to being taken care of in this game, quit, and went to the referee to argue.

"It's just in time! My uncle is worried that there is no reason to give you cards! The foul is so big!" Zhang Han said proudly.

"You brought it on yourself! Don't blame me!"

Zhang Hanshuang flipped over and gave Chelsea a theory. The chattering players, Terry, Ashley Cole, and whoever, each received a yellow card.

"I'm sure, he is indeed a psycho!"

At this time, Bo Yang, who had been peeking at the referee, said.

"Could it be that someone from the gaming company bribed him to control the score on the field?" Bosch, who was more intelligent, guessed.

"Don't worry about it, the harsh penalty is good for us anyway, isn't it?" Quaresma said inscrutablely.

On the court, the Chelsea players were greatly deflated. The game continued. Inter Milan took a free kick in the frontcourt. The long-pass master Boss made a beautiful arc and passed the ball into the Chelsea penalty area.

Then, then, Balotelli, who had been absent for the entire game, finally flashed a powerful header into Petr Cech's goal.

Ding!It is a pity that Balotelli wanted to use the ball too much, and the force was a bit too much, and he hit the ball on the crossbar.

"Ah! What a pity, this is Chelsea's only shot in the game, and it was hit on the crossbar by Mario, Mario Balotelli. They, their Inter Milan's luck is really bad. "

Seeing the tense situation on the scene, the commentator immediately became excited.

"Ah! The ball hit the crossbar and bounced back. This ball, this ball was cleared by Carvalho and went out of the penalty area."

"No, not yet. You see, although Carvalho's clearance was far away, it was obtained by Inter Milan player Boss."

"Ah! Bosch, this young player is very impressive. He, he has a great kick, like David's free kick."

"Bosch, Bosch looked up, another big foot, the ball passed into the Chelsea penalty area."

"Ah! It's Balotelli again, he, he made a powerful flick, and again, he headed the ball towards the Chelsea goal again."

"This time, this time, he didn't waste an opportunity and put the ball into the net from close range."

"But, but, the slow motion showed that Balotelli was offside. When Bosch passed the ball again, Chelsea's entire formation pressed forward. He, he was obviously in an offside position."

"A tooth for a tooth! An eye for an eye! Cool!"

In the Chelsea penalty area, Zhang Han smiled sweetly.However, that can only be imagined. In reality, he had to continue to put on a poker face.Because, because he was afraid that if he laughed, there would be violence on the court.Although he didn't mind letting Chelsea's furious players beat von Eisenberg to death, he had to bear the pain of being beaten.

Zhang Han was more reasonable this time. He didn't play cards to the Chelsea players who came up to complain. Instead, he imitated von Eisenberg and shook his head resolutely, indicating that the goal was no problem and it was resolute and effective.

At this moment, the sideline referee couldn't stand it anymore, and called Zhang Han, a fake, to the side, and told him that he saw it, and it was indeed obvious that he was offside.

"Remember, there is no problem with this ball, it was explained by the superiors." Zhang Han said in an unpredictable way.

"Yes!"

In the hotel, Zhang Han stood on the bed, came to a naked hot dance, waving his arms and shouted.

"Damn referee! Stinky referee! I didn't even notice such an obvious offside, so I must have been bought." Zhukova didn't know that Zhang Han came to the Stamford Bridge to play a cameo referee. She hit the hateful Zhang Han with a pillow and shouted.

"Yeah! We are leading again, leading by two goals!" Zhang Han danced hotly, "Baby, should we fight again, maybe, maybe, you can score again!"

"It seems so! When we were there just now, Chelsea scored a goal." Zhukova's eyes lit up, eager to try, and then rushed forward excitedly.

(End of this chapter)