Chapter 400 Tooth for Tooth

Alan Shearer's meaning is obvious.

Is it still noisy?

If you quarrel again, the first person to open the referee's red card is you... 30 seconds later, two deep scratches appeared on the lawn in front of the Newcastle command seat from the right side to the left side of the court, as if it had been ploughed by Er Niu's old-fashioned plough... It was left by Shearer dragging the madman Li Tongfan's heel. Traces... Soon, the team doctor helped Juan Mata leave the field.

And the "black-faced judge" referee finally began to "calculate after autumn" - Deco, who tackled, and Loris, who ran more than 50 meters of pushers, each got a yellow card. Michael Owen and John Terry, the captains of the two teams, were called aside by the referee to solemnly warn them, asking the two bosses to restrain themselves as much as possible. Teammates, don't make such a rough action in the next game... There are boos in the stands... Such a judgment obviously can't satisfy Newcastle fans, and the boos are for the referee.

At this time, Li Tongfan rushed on the court again, and even the assistant coach Shearer did not stop... The angry fourth official was almost crazy by the master, thinking that the madman Li was going to hit the court again, and caught up with him with a rough breath: "Mr. Rice Bucket, do you... Do you understand what you are doing? You will be expelled by the red card..."

"Damn it, can't I come to find my own shoes?"

Li Tongfan picked up a leather shoe from the lawn that had just been dragged horizontally by Shearer, and roared fiercely at the fourth official: "Dear sir, if I were you, I would pay more attention to those guys who wear competition uniforms on the court but do butcher work, damn it..."

Li Tongfan scolded intermittently, bent down, put on his shoes and ran away... And the fourth official in his early thirties was obviously scared by Lao Li's sudden roar. After three or four seconds, he looked at Lao Li's back and spit out an official sentence at a volume that only he could hear himself - "I will be detailed. Write it in the game report..."

Soon, the referee did not forget Lao Li, the guy who had just made a show. He ran to the sidelines and slowly walked to Li Tongfan. He didn't know whether to give a verbal warning or show a red card directly... "Pone him! Punish him..."

In the Chelsea command seat not far away, Scolari put his hands on his chest and made the most pious prayer to God.

Who knew that the next scene almost made him stare off: the referee just said a few words to the madman Li, and the unfaithful madman Li actually changed his expression of wanting to kill people just now, and became like a good baby talking and laughing with the referee... Is this referee actually a madman? Li's fans?

At the end, Scolari clearly saw the madman Li looking at him, and proudly squeezed his eyes with a provocative expression... Unforgivable, the head coach should definitely be sent off by a red card when he ran to the court twice in a row!

Scolari roared angrily at the referee who was about to return to the court for a new game. As a result, the "judge in black" turned around expressionlessly and gave a "inhumane" verbal warning to the Brazilian old man... After three or four minutes, the game resumed.

Russian [Tsar] Arshavin's substitute Juan Mata appeared!

Juan Mata sat on the bench and received detailed treatment from the team doctor's wound. Fortunately, this injury only hurt the skin and flesh, not the bones. Team doctor Nugint believes that the swelling can be reduced in a day and will not affect the next game... In this way, the Spanish boy's engagement ceremony tomorrow does not need to be cancelled!

At this time, the boos against the referee in the stand of St. James's Park Stadium were still covering the sky and continuing reluctantly... Shear and Mata talked a few words, and he was also scratching his "handsome hairstyle" and suggested to Lao Li: "This son of a bitch bastard referee... Juan is sure of that The damn Portuguese did it on purpose... Lee, we should sue them..."

Before Shearer finished his words, the referee's whistle on the court sounded again... Chelsea's midfielder Michael knocked Arshavin to the ground with a brutal collision.

The referee called Mikkel aside and gave a verbal warning... "Wow, God!! Bah, damn bastard, it's a verbal warning..." Shear jumped up and spit out fiercely: "Such a foul can be shown directly. Today's damned referee's penalty is too soft... Does he think we are all fools who don't know football?"

Li Tongfan did not answer Shearer, but looked straight at his feet.

Shearer looked along Lao Li's eyes and found a ball of saliva stuck to the toes of Li Tongfan's leather shoes. It seemed... Er, a little familiar... Could it be... Did he spit it up just now?

Looking at Shearer's smile and wiping off the saliva from the leather shoes, Li Tongfan smiled extremely evilly: "The penalty is loose... Hey hey... It's good that I don't like to play cards... Hey hey, it's better to leave Deko on the court. Otherwise, I don't know when I will meet Chelsea next time I want revenge..."

"Look at that old man..."

Li Tongfan pointed to the Chelsea command table not far away and said with a smile, "Alan, how long do you think that grumpy old man will laugh?"

A grumpy old man?

Alan Shearer turned his head to look at the line of defense pointed by Li Tongfan's finger... Sure enough, isn't there a smiling old man sitting over there?

Uncle Luis Felipe Scolari is sitting in the coach's seat and laughing happily!

Shearer looked at Scolari's proud appearance and instantly understood that all this happened on the court was deliberately caused by the opponent's head coach... This abominable old man!!

Shearer himself did not find that as he had been in contact with the madman Li for a long time, he gradually became close to the red and the ink. In addition, the players came from a long-blooded surname, which was quite a bit like the "English version of the madman Li"... "... Although our players are not as strong as theirs... Hey hey, but shovel people This thing doesn't require absolute strength. If we shovel down one of Chelsea's players, do you think that old guy will laugh as happily as he is now?

Alan Shearer patted her thighs very singlely: "I've wanted to do this for a long time. So you think so..."

Two shameless guys looked at each other cheaply, and then laughed in unison.

"...Fat man, get up and warm up!"

Li Tongfan waved to Ronaldo, the [alternalt fat man] sitting on the bench, called the smiling fat man to his side, and whispered a few words in his ear. Luo Fatty's face was involuntarily stunned, and then he ran all the way to the other end of the court to warm up... Sitting Several hammers such as Gareth Bell and Nicholas Gigi on the bench looked at the boss and Ronnie's sinister smiles, and only felt the cool breeze on their backs... "Someone is going to be unlucky..." Gareth Bale muttered with a smile.

"What?" Others don't understand.

"Look over there..."

The hammers on the bench looked in the direction indicated by Gareth Bell... After Ronaldo, who originally raised his legs to warm up, ran to the side of Newcastle's goal, he suddenly looked around and crept behind the goalkeeper Hugo Loris... "Wow ......"

The hammers on the bench collectively covered their eyes and moaned in pain for a while. The thief's back was too obscene... Hugo Loris was watching the situation intently.

Although Newcastle is officially in control of the ball at this time, the football game is changing rapidly. No one knows whether Chelsea's shot will fly in the next second, so he dares not be careless.

Moreover, now the Magpie Legion competes with him for the main position of the old qualification, and his strength is also very strong. Recently, the head coach madman Li has given him a lot of opportunities. He must perform well and strive to determine his main goalkeeper position as soon as possible.

At this moment, an extremely obscene and familiar voice suddenly came from behind - "Hey... hey... Hu Ge, this way..."

Loris looked at the court first... Well, the football is still at Owen's feet, and his teammates are organizing the attack... After finally confirming that Chelsea will not attack in a second or two, Hugo Loris turned around to see who was calling him, and then Ronaldo's frowned fat face appeared. In his sight... In Loris's puzzled expression, Ronaldo rushed to the doorpost and said a few words to him. The French gate soon turned green... Thirty seconds later.

While the football was out of the border line, Loris waved the tiger-headed German back Sami Hedilla and whispered a few words in his ear... Another thirty seconds later.

Force - the referee's whistle sounded sadly... Portugal's "gas bag" Deko fell to the ground with a painful face and rolled back and forth with his ankles in his face, and the players from both sides gathered together again... German midfielder Sammy Khedira put out what Deko had done after Juan Mata a few minutes ago. The classic hands spread out their pure and innocent expressions, and told the referee that they were absolutely unintentional... At this moment, the Newcastle fans in the stands even remembered the applause of gloating... Gareth Bale and other hammers on the bench covered their heads with black faces one by one. Just now, they couldn't take their eyes off. After watching the whole process of the "mrage" directed by the vengeful leader, the hammers finally understood what the leader said to Ronaldo... "I'm very vengeful..."

At this moment, the hammers on the bench finally had the most intuitive impression of the mantra that the madman Li often talked about. Fortunately, they were the people of the madman Li... However, it seemed to be good to have such a head coach to cover it!

(to be continued)