The strongest blade in football

Chapter 64 Dufrasen's Applause

"One more, kill the game!"

This sentence sounds very tempting. Everyone knows that the chance of scoring another goal is much higher than just now.

Although Loughren broke the pot, he would definitely not accept the 1-0 score, which means that when they counterattack, there will be more space behind them.

Standard Liege remains focused, and it is indeed possible to make another one.

Of course, no matter what the players on the field think, as a coach, the mind must be clear enough.

Boloni on the sidelines chose a more cautious plan. He replaced Jovanovic without hesitation and replaced Brazilian defender Felipe.

In this way, with one more defender, the formation becomes the familiar 433. While strengthening the defense, Witsel's position prerequisites can take into account the organization of the midfield.

However, a scene that no one expected happened.

Jovanovic, who was substituted, kept his face sullen and silent at first, and after he walked off the court slowly, he threw the thin blanket he was handed over to the ground and kicked him.

He has always been replaced early in the last few games, and he missed several opportunities in this game, and the anger accumulated in his heart finally broke out.

Boloni glanced at him and walked towards Jovanovic, but Jovanovic ignored the coach, turned his head and walked directly to the locker room.

Immediately there were sporadic boos from the auditorium, news of Jovanovic's transfer was flying all over the sky, Milan, Valencia, Liverpool, it seemed that clubs all over the world wanted to buy him.

As if he was going to leave at any moment.

Everyone knows that Jovanovic's heart is no longer in Standard Liege.

Someone nicknamed him privately, reversed his name, turned Milan Jovanovic into "Jovanovic Milan", and satirized that he would join Milan as a free agent.

The commotion outside the stadium lasted only half a minute. Except for Boloni's dark face, most of the audience had turned their attention back to the stadium.

Not surprisingly, Lokeren also made substitutions and adjustments in order to increase his attacking power.

The mediocre Syrian striker Malki was replaced, and No. 15 Israeli international Omer Golan was replaced.

Omer Golan has no particularly outstanding strengths, but his cooperation with Yanzik is obviously more tacit. Only a few minutes after he played, a pick pass almost made the latter pass through the gate guarded by Borat.

There was another cross that was inserted later, which also caused a lot of threats.

It's a pity that Lokeren's strength is limited after all, and in most cases, he can't organize a more effective offense. A mistake in the middle of the field actually gave Standard Liege a big gift.

Two of Loughren's own players collided while passing the ball, and Witsel cut the ball off.

After stealing the ball, Witsel handed the ball to Dalma, who swayed past one player, rushed across the half, and passed the ball into the penalty area with a big foot.

The penalty area has already outflanked three people. Camargo is waiting to pick up a leak in the direction of the far post. Mabokani jumped high, and Wang Nuo followed suit.

Wang Nuo jumped completely by instinct, that kind of - oh, the ball is coming, as a striker, he feels proud of it.

In fact, Wang Nuo didn't know where the ball would fall from. He just took off by feeling in order to cover Mabokani and cause some interference to the goalkeeper.

However, when he jumped up, he realized that the goalkeeper was right in front of him.

Brent Barry rushed over from the goal line, trying to hit the ball out with a single punch, and bumped into Wang Nuo firmly.

Wang Nuo felt something hit him on the head suddenly, his eyes suddenly became dark, and he fell to the ground.

Wang Nuo lost consciousness. I don't know how long it took, maybe 5 or 10 seconds. When he opened his eyes, he found that he was surrounded by his teammates and opponents.

He didn't know what was going on, he just felt a little sick, and vaguely heard a loud noise from the stands, so he asked, "What's going on?"

Wang Nuo felt that he had bumped into the goalkeeper, damn it, he wouldn't get a card, that would be too bad.

As a result, he saw Mabokani, Camargo, and Casella with a beard. They all showed happy and worried expressions.

"You got hit on the head and got a penalty."

"A penalty? Ours?"

Wang Nuo suddenly became energetic.

Wang Nuo found that the team doctor was also squatting beside him. The team doctor stretched out his hand and shook it in front of him, as if treating a drunk person, "Tell me what feels uncomfortable."

Wang Nuo shook his head, the uncomfortable energy just now disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared before.

He got up straight from the ground.

As soon as Wang Nuo stood up, he heard a neat and loud applause from the audience, which lasted for more than ten seconds.

The team doctor quickly stretched out a hand to support Wang Nuo's back, for fear that something might happen to Wang Nuo.

"You can't go on, apply for a replacement."

Wang Nuo thought to himself, I'm fine, I don't want to end, but seeing the indisputable eyes of the team doctor, he obediently agreed.

The team doctor said a few words to the referee next to him, and the latter made a gesture for a substitution off the field.

Wang Nuo pushed away the stretcher prepared for him. At first, the team doctor supported Wang Nuo's arm and walked to the sidelines. Wang Nuo didn't like this posture, which made others feel vulnerable.

So he broke away from the team doctor and walked off the court with his head held high.

At this time, louder applause came from the auditorium, which made Wang Nuo feel embarrassed.

Wang Nuo also applauded to the audience, expressing his gratitude to the audience.

"Wang Nuo!" "Wang Nuo!" "Wang Nuo!"

I don't know which corner of the stand started to shout first, and after a few shouts, more audience members shouted in unison, like a small spark falling into gasoline.

Within a few seconds, Dufrasen shouted Wang Nuo's name in unison.

Wang Nuo only felt that the pores of his whole body were stretched, and he obtained unprecedented satisfaction!
Although the pronunciation of the Belgians is not accurate, to Wang Nuo, they shouted more like "playing" or "it's over", which sounded strange and unlucky.

But, hell, that's more than 2 people, not many people who can make them shout in unison!
Wang Nuo applauded as he walked, his hands hurt from clapping, and it took a long time for the audience to calm down.

Boloni sent Gosibi up, and the Ivorian boy rushed onto the field like a wild horse. He patted his chest and gave Wang Nuobi a thumbs up. Wang Nuo immediately understood what it meant.

"The injury is very good, and I will leave it to me."

A funny idea suddenly popped into Wang Nuo's mind. Will Gosibi, a stunned guy, go to Mabokani again to grab the penalty he created?
After all, he gave Wang Nuo an assist last time, and Wang Nuo had to return one.

As a result, this situation did not occur.

Mabokani made it 2-0 with a solid penalty from the penalty spot and with 10 minutes to go, Standard Liege was all but sealed.

Only then did Wang Nuo walk back to the bench with peace of mind, and was about to go back to the old seat at the far end, but found that someone else had already taken it.

The teammates on the bench stood up one by one and gave Wang Nuo a high-five. Then Dufour pointed to the middle position with a smile and said, "Go, you belong there now."

(End of this chapter)