heavy artillery king

"Michel, we need a better environment to ensure the game. This is our task. We must keep this kind of thing away from every stadium. On this point, Johansson and I have never had a dispute. He is not here. It seems Everything here is a challenge.

You handled the brawling of the fans well before, but it is only responsible to everyone if the game is played in the absolute and only football environment, and the fun of football has been lost here, and their eyes are full of concern. Not enjoyment. "

Blatter was not humble and gentle because of Platini, his tone was as if he was instructing others, and he looked at Platini meaningfully.

Blatter was very upset that he was tricked by Platini once in the French football headquarters. What made him even more uncomfortable was that Platini knew that he was already in France, but he didn't even ask a question and made a direct decision. The decision to continue the game is obviously a direct disregard for oneself. Although this is the Champions League final, the incident of hundreds of fans fighting happened far beyond the level of the Champions League. FIFA has reason to support the stadium. , Players, and fans are responsible for the safety. Obviously, Platini felt that he was in the way and wanted to bypass himself.

At the same time, Platini's decision made some of his series of plans come to naught with that harsh whistle. Blatter needed the postponement of the game, which is why he refused Beckenbauer's request The suggestion of continuing to watch the game with those two girls, coming here, has the meaning of 'questioning guilt'.

"Well." "Everything about this game, after that. We will have a conclusion, whether it is a problem with the game itself. There will be, and the game has already started, so it has to continue, which is also responsible.

And these fans need the consolation of this game, this is the best compensation for them, I believe the players can let them devote themselves to the game, because this is the match between the two best teams in the world, this is The best final. "

Although Platini is dissatisfied with Blatter's overpowering posture.But there is no way, who told me that this game made me short of breath from the beginning, and there was no way to refute the "elder's lecture", so Platini had no choice but to nod.

However, Platini is not the role of a daughter-in-law. He understood the meaning of Blatter's coming to point fingers, and after nodding, he stopped all the topics about the pre-match conflict in two sentences.The tone is also a bit tougher: This is the Champions League, the jurisdiction of all matters belongs to UEFA, belongs to me Michel Platini, and now - I want to continue the game.The counterattack was unusually sharp, and even the tone revealed ambitious confidence.

Blatter understood what Platini meant, and couldn't help frowning.This junior has already begun to fangs, turned his head and glanced at Platini, although the other party still had a modest smile, but those deep eyes did not give way at all, and looked at him.

Blatter suddenly smiled.He said, "Michelle, who do you think will be the final winner in this game? Xiao? Or Barcelona?"

"Well. I think this is the answer that all bookmakers want, and I think it's Xiao."

Platini didn't expect Blatter to change the topic so quickly, and he was a little unprepared. Although he dismissed Blatter's view that Shaw was equal to Barcelona, ​​Platini didn't need to show his dislike for Shaw. , Although he wanted to say if it was Barcelona, ​​but he was suddenly blocked for a while, and subconsciously avoided this topic.

"Hehe, it seems that you are not good at Barcelona, ​​um, how about it, do you want to find out what happened under Xiaochang?"

Blatter noticed Platini's unnaturalness, smiled clearly, got the information he wanted, and prepared to leave. Although Platini was the person he was optimistic about, but with this cunning French Being with people is definitely not as comfortable as being with a serious German, at least he will not cheat himself, this is what interests determine the position.

"Well, no, I think I know enough in the papers."

Platini never thought of appearing in entertainment newspapers. Although he doesn't pay attention to entertainment news, he can't stand the fact that his family likes Shuangai. You can imagine what that utilitarian German is doing here when you close your eyes. Coming, it is likely to be captured by the camera on the scene. In his opinion, a Xiao should not have so many people in the football world dispatched for him, and he himself does not participate in this matter, no matter whether Xiao participates in the World Cup or not, but Now the only benefit is his own game.

"Okay, Michelle, you take charge here now, I should go before the game starts, we have to enjoy the game, I hope so." "Yes, Mr. Blatter."

Seeing that Platini didn't like this suggestion, he stopped pushing, and Platini was still in charge of the entire stadium, and Blatter didn't want anything to happen again. From the bottom of his heart, Blatter also felt that, A Xiao is really not worthy of so many people's attention, but he still has to go. Who told the World Cup host country to need such a figure to appear.

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At this time, Xiao Ge didn't know that several big shots in the football world were plotting against him, and he didn't know, because what he was doing now was exactly what he had always wanted to do - beat Barcelona.

However, Eto'o, who was stuck with him, didn't think so. In the endless shouts, Van Persie would call Henry, and Henry handed the ball to Toure's feet in the backcourt. After a series of passes, the ball was quickly poured At Xiao Ge's feet.

Eto'o and Ronaldinho failed to pounce on Cesc Fabregas who was close to the wing, but the ball had already rolled towards Xiao Ge. Eto'o was like a cheetah seeing its prey. His powerful explosive power allowed him to start in an instant. The ball is approaching, but the ball is close in sight, but it seems to be closer to that player.

"Shua!", the sound of objects sweeping across the turf came from his ears. After playing for so long, Xiao Ge felt something in his heart. The opponent directly tackled the ball from the side, and he didn't take his body.There was no other way, Xiao Ge could only give up his plan to control the ball, kicked his left foot, leaped forward, and directly jumped away from the opponent, this time he made a ferocious tackle.

Eto'o directly cleared the bottom line with the ball, and followed him out. Although he was a bit embarrassed, he finally forced the ball away from Xiao Ge's feet. It was somewhat comforting. He just wanted to give Xiao a blow and let this little soldier know. , this game is not as simple as those shit media people said, and I am bound to win this game.But when he got up together, he found a shadow over his head.

How could Xiao Ge not know that Eto'o deliberately threatened him with this ball, he couldn't help but snorted in his heart, he was not even afraid of those tough teams in England, he would be afraid of this tackle.Xiao Ge staggered, trying to check if he was injured by the shovel, and stomped on Eto'o's side, blocking him from the sidelines.

Eto'o is not a vegetarian character either, and he could see Xiao Ge's deliberate provocation. His body was "brushed" and he jumped up. He didn't mean to bypass Xiao Ge at all, and directly arched his right elbow, intending to directly attack Xiao Ge. Xiao Ge marched into the arena.

Although Xiao Ge looked thinner than the others on the field, his hidden strength was astonishing, so Eto'o exerted his strength twice, but failed to squeeze Xiao Ge away. In the end, he bumped into him, and his entire strength was exhausted. It was placed on his right shoulder, but he couldn't squeeze through it. Although he was about the same height as Xiao Ge, Xiao Ge stood there standing upright, but Eto'o curled up his shoulders slightly because of his exertion. The little lamb in the crack made himself extremely embarrassed.

"Di-!"

Hauge saw that the two situations were not right, so he immediately blew his whistle, signaling for a sideline kick, and at the same time pointed his finger on the left side—Barcelona's ball.

"My God?! Hey, he touched it."

"I didn't touch the ball just now, I jumped away, he tackled the ball."

Xiao Ge heard Flamini yelling something when he was going to serve the ball on the sideline. He turned his head and found that Hauge had awarded the ball to Barcelona. protest to the referee.

"His tackle was scratched by the sole of your foot." Hauge gave a simple explanation, ignored the protests of the Arsenal players, and directly signaled the Barcelona players to serve.

Flamini curled his lips and shrugged his shoulders, ignoring Eto'o, who was rushing over to get the ball, and threw the ball directly behind him, letting him pick it up.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

"Hey, is this referee blind?"

"Eto'o's tackle was fierce and Xiao didn't touch the ball."

"How did this penalty come about?"

"There was a mistake at the beginning, which is worrying."

"Maybe he hasn't woken up from the shock just now, and he is a little nervous. The referee is also human."

"Hopefully this is his last low-level error of the game."

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As the big screen returned the scene of Eto'o's tackle to defense, Hauge's referee attracted countless boos, and there were also a lot of commentary desks. This penalty has no basis at all. Eto'o kicked It's too obvious that the ball came out.

"Hey, old man, should you give your referee a pair of glasses? Really, that idiot is an example. Hey, what kind of expression do you have? It's better to be ugly than to be ashamed. Don't you always say it's fair? It's boring."

Avril, who was looking at the big screen, suddenly turned her head, and gave Beckenbauer a suggestion that she thought was quite reliable, but seeing the twitching corners of the old man's mouth, she was immediately dissatisfied.

"Ahem, cough, it's nothing. Anything controlled by people will have errors. The player's body just blocked the referee's vision, and Xiao's feet didn't lift as high as expected, did they?"

Although Beckenbauer didn't care about Avril Lavigne's unreliable suggestion, he couldn't ignore another girl's teasing smile, cleared his throat, and tried to explain.

And what Platini thought also appeared. A scene shot still stayed on his body, and then followed Blatter to move, and finally an unexpected picture was shown, a tall, thin, hale and hearty old man was pointing at him. On the field, talking to the two little girls. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian () to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

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