Football God.

Jack regretted it when he made the move.

As a defensive player, he needs to do two things. The first thing is to tackle the ball cleanly, steal the ball resolutely and decisively, and not hurt himself or the opponent.The second point is to solve all the crises outside the penalty area, and we must minimize the defensive pressure of the goalkeeper.

When the pressure for a team to keep a clean sheet is all on the goalkeeper, it's not something to brag about, it's full of danger.

But the current situation is neither of those two!

This was just an ordinary pass, he could make many choices, but Jack didn't know if it was because Suarez's words just attracted his attention, he chose the most irrational one.

He reached out, put it on Suarez, and dragged him down!

The moment the referee blew the whistle, Jack raised his hand high. He didn't have any objection to the yellow card shown to him by the referee. Instead, he knelt down to check Suarez's situation.

After that, Suarez was pulled up friendly. Jack did not communicate with Suarez too much, turned around and ran to his own half, preparing to line up the wall and wait for Ajax to take a free kick.

This made Heinrich on the sidelines smile slightly.

Mr. Byron frowned slightly: "This foul is very unwise." Jack is their main defender, and he is now developing towards the midfielder. He can expand his defensive area to a greater extent. Such a player is rare, but it is also It is easy to get a card, yellow cards are inevitable for them, the later the better.

Now the first half is not over, Jack has already received a yellow card, and he will be sent off for another one!

Heinrich shook his head, with a smile in his voice: "Mr. Byron, we need to look in a good direction. Jack did a good job. The action just now was a mistake and needs to be reminded, but it is not fatal. On the contrary, I I think he has a good attitude after making a mistake, which will help him in the next game."

Mr. Byron was slightly taken aback: "Why?"

When Heinrich spoke this time, he blocked his mouth with his hand: "The referee is also a human being. They will make mistakes and have their own feelings. I hope that every player can remain calm. Instead of protesting, it is better Recognize it, if something really happens, I will help them."

What players should do well is to play football well.

Others, there is a head coach.

Mr. Byron looked at Heinrich fixedly, and nodded after a long time, with some emotion on his face.

In the football circle, there are many people who like to find a balance.During the game, it is normal for players to protest the referee, because many referees will carefully restrain their penalties because of the protests of the players.

Many players will choose to give it a try. Let me protest. If you have a tough temper and give me a yellow card, then I will not talk about it in the future. If you are soft-tempered, it will be more beneficial to our team in the future, then it will be me Take advantage.

Left and right will not suffer too much, and some head coaches will encourage this behavior.

Unfortunately, Heinrich was different.

It is not allowed to hurt the opponent's players, it is not allowed to surround the referee, and even the defensive players are not allowed to maliciously shovel during tactical fouls!

Many times, Mr. Byron would say that Heinrich was too strict, because he set his own standards on the players under him, but when he saw the club winning the league championship, the entire Premier League applauded, even Ferguson After expressing cryptic congratulations, Mr. Byron realized that when a team is clean, you can get a lot.

Mr. Byron returned to the bench and sat down. He took out a cross from his pocket and held it tightly in his hand. He didn't know what he was muttering.

Chamberlain, who was sitting on the bench in this game, was a little curious: "Sir, what are you doing?" Although a free kick was awarded this time, it is not enough to pray, right?

Mr. Byron pushed Chamberlain with his elbow and said, "I'm just thanking the Lord for sending Mr. Heinrich to Leeds United."

"Hey, why did I hear from the captain that the boss decided to buy Leeds United? Could it be that God gave him a dream?"

Mr. Chamberlain's doubtful voice made Mr. Byron's hands pause, and his eyes unconsciously looked at Heinrich's back.

Perhaps this man was not sent by God.

Silently putting the cross pendant back into his pocket, Mr. Byron picked up the tactics book again, but his eyes were bright.

He is God, exclusive to the white rose, unique.

Heinrich didn't notice a fiery gaze staring at him behind him, Heinrich's heart and eyes were all on the court.

This time the free kick was in a good position, and he could even kick it directly. Schmeichel felt a little faint, frowned slightly, and loudly directed his players to stand on the wall, especially telling Jack: "Go and lie down!"

Jack would have protested before, but this time because he sent a free kick, he lay down obediently behind the wall, his body stretched, and firmly blocked the possible gap after the wall jumped up.

However, the human walls are arranged densely, blocking Jack completely.

Jack didn't feel nervous in his heart. This wasn't the first time he was behind the human wall. There was someone here, and I'm afraid no one would deliberately kick the ball against the ground when he knew it would be ejected.

Just making a show, Jack looked relaxed.

But what Jack didn't expect was that in the next second, he felt a cool wind behind him, and he had an ominous premonition...

Before he could react, he felt that he was suddenly hit hard from the waist down and above the legs.

"boom!"

"what!"

"It was Suarez who took the kick. He discussed with his teammates for a long time. Could it be a coordinated free kick?...Suarez directly ran up, but he made a pause, as if he wanted to disrupt the pace of the wall... …The Ajax players inside the wall jumped up! The players with Leeds United also jumped up! Suarez, Suarez took a penalty kick!...Um, the ball seems to hit Jack? "

It's actually very easy to see when it hits there. After all, Jack is wearing a white jersey, and you can see it clearly with a little mark.

Schmeichel rushed up immediately when the ball bounced, hugged the ball firmly, and pressed the ball under his body. After controlling the ball, the first thing Schmeichel got up was not to launch a quick counterattack, but some He squatted down worriedly, looked at Jack lying on the turf, and asked tentatively, "Do you... hurt somewhere?"

Jack clutched his ass and looked up at Schmeichel.

Where do you say it hurts?

Try being hit by a ball on your butt, does it hurt?