My football skills are so strong! I am the king of control

Thinking of this, Lin Chen immediately started moving, moving towards the wing and asking Arnold for the ball.

Arnold didn't hesitate and made a low pass.

Lin Chen got the ball and was about to turn around, but Matic behind him charged like a bull!

If not at the ball, then at the person, hitting Lin Chen's butt hard!

The unsuspecting Lin Chen was finally knocked down by Matic!

A sharp pain came from the buttocks, and the referee immediately rushed over and showed the yellow card, but how could the Liverpool players watch their little brother being bullied?

Firmino rushed forward and hit Matic hard on the head with his forehead!

"A large-scale conflict breaks out again!"

"Lin Chen suffered a loss and was fouled by Matic who pushed him from behind!"

Lin Chen fell to the ground holding his butt. Fortunately, it was just a blunt injury. After rubbing it repeatedly for a few times, the pain gradually disappeared.

Struggling to get up, the referee showed yellow cards to Firmino and Lukaku, the players who played a provocative role in the conflict.

Before the first half was over, three players from both teams had received yellow cards.

At this moment, Lin Chen's eyes when he looked at Matic had obviously changed. He would never take this loss for nothing!

The 31th minute of the game!

"De Gea, another long pass down the middle!"

"Matic wants to head the ball!"

As soon as Matic jumped, a dark shadow rose up behind him!

Lin Chen first headed the ball past Matic!

Then he pretended to lose his balance and pressed forward, using his enormous force to squeeze Matic into the air!

Then the two of them went up and down in the air, and fell down like a folded body!

Lin Chen stuck behind Matic, whispering like a devil.

“Enjoy the next moment!”

"boom!!!"

The huge noise attracted the attention of all the fans. Old Trafford was silent in an instant. Lin Chen was seen rolling on the ground, holding his stomach and wailing in pain.

"Team doctor!"

"I want a team doctor referee!"

"My stomach hurts. It hurts! It hurts so much!"

"Hurry up and get the team doctor on the field!"

At this time, Matic was also lying on the ground motionless, also holding his stomach, staring at Lin Chen who was rolling over and over with resentful eyes.

Although he didn't say a word, the signal sent by his eyes seemed to be complaining to the referee: "All he said were my words, these are all my words!"

The referee immediately waved to the team doctors of both teams to come on the field. The Liverpool team doctor was about to rush onto the field with a medical box in hand, but Klopp suddenly stopped him and whispered.

"Where's the water? Bring two bottles of water up."

"Do you really think that guy is injured?"

"People who really have stomach pains can't roll back and forth like him and still speak. Bring two bottles of water so that they can replenish their energy."

"The situation doesn't look optimistic. Lin Chen looks very painful, holding his stomach and wailing on the ground."

"But judging from the replay of the live broadcast, when the two of them landed just now, Lin Chen was clearly on top of Matic, almost pressing Matic down."

"Instead, it was Matic's belly that made direct contact with the grass."

Mourinho on the sidelines is a battle-hardened and experienced person. Lin Chen's little tricks were used by Ramos more than once when he was in Real Madrid.

So how could Mourinho not know what Lin Chen was doing? He angrily rushed to the sidelines and complained loudly to the referee.

"This guy is just acting, you should give him a red card, that was an extremely bad foul just now!"

"What? A reasonable collision?"

"Who can't control their own body in the air?"

"I think that guy can be controlled. Look at what he looks like. Even the hundred-year-old wild boars on the mountain are not as strong as him!"

Mourinho was very angry. It was always the case that his own team should make the other team suffer a loss. He never thought that Lin Chen would let his players suffer a loss this time.

He was sending a signal to Matic, asking him to discipline the 17-year-old boy.

As a young man who has just started playing in the Premier League, it is only right for him to pay some protection money.