Football: God-level striker, all teammates lie down

The ball hit the calf.

"Oh, this kick... just hit Clattenburg's calf? The power of this ball... Clattenburg is in great pain!" Zhan Lu looked at the screen, unbelievable.

The power of this ball hit the calf directly...

At the moment the ball went out, it was difficult to see the shadow of the ball with the naked eye. How strong was the power?

If it hit the head, it would probably be a concussion.

Fortunately, it only hit the calf.

At the beginning, the goalkeeper did not dare to catch Carlos's tiger shot easily. Zhao Yi's prepared shot power is probably not much worse than Carlos.

Clattenburg stood near the wall, not far from the football.

This time...

"Look at the pain, is it possible that he has broken his leg?"

"Fuck? Is this retribution?"

"Did Zhao Yi do it on purpose?"

"Definitely!"

"Well done!"

"Just kick it like that!"

A group of viewers in the live broadcast room who were eager to watch the fun were so excited.

Clattenburg's performance in this game was so strange that it made people feel like he was paid.

This time, it was really satisfying!

Zhan Lu looked at the barrage and hurriedly explained for Zhao Yi, "This is definitely not intentional! He wouldn't kick Clattenburg so accurately.

And with Zhao Yi's personality, he wouldn't do such a thing on purpose. Don't question Zhao Yi's professionalism.

We can see that Zhao Yi is the most active one, and his face is full of apology. He regrets it very much!"

Zhao Yi on the field was the first to arrive at the scene. Seeing Clattenburg's painful appearance, the sweat on his face couldn't stop.

Zhao Yi was anxious and turned around and waved his hands vigorously, "Quick, quick, the team doctor comes in!"

At this time, the team doctors of Tottenham and Manchester City both ran to the field.

Clattenburg was about to cry, holding his legs, and his teeth were about to break.

Zhao Yi stood nervously beside him, holding his mouth, and he was about to cry.

Guardiola was also very anxious.

Zhao Yi was his darling, and Zhao Yi had never experienced this scene before.

If Clattenburg had any accident, it would probably bring a big psychological blow to Zhao Yi.

"How is it? How is it?" Zhao Yi asked the team doctor anxiously.

After diagnosis, the two team doctors gave the same result.

It should be broken.

Fracture.

It's useless.

He must leave the field and be sent to the hospital.

"Broken? Really? Is it a misdiagnosis?" Zhao Yi kept asking.

Aguero, who was standing next to him, pressed Zhao Yi's shoulder and comforted him, "Don't worry, don't worry. It'll be fine, it'll be fine."

"Zhao Yi is too particular. Clattenburg blew like this, but Zhao Yi still cares about him so much?"

"If it were me, I would kick him in the wound and make him disabled!"

"Rubbish referee, otherwise Manchester City would be leading now!!"

The live broadcast room was cursing and sighing that God has eyes.

"You didn't mean it, don't blame yourself." Aguero was still comforting Zhao Yi.

Zhao Yi seemed not to hear it and was still communicating with the team doctor.

It was confirmed that Clattenburg had a fracture and really couldn't stay on the court.

Zhao Yi quickly waved to the sidelines, quick, quick, stretcher!

Come up quickly!

Ambulance!

Quick, send to the hospital!

It's a fracture now, don't delay treatment, the femoral head will be necrotic in a while, and he will become a vegetable.

Manchester City's teammates surrounded Zhao Yi. Kompany patted Zhao Yi's face and looked at his somewhat straight eyes, very worried, "Hey, hey! Everything is possible on the football field.

This is not your fault! Do you understand?

No one wants this to happen!

You didn't mean it, right? If you didn't mean it, you don't have to blame yourself so much!"

Zhao Yi seemed to have heard it, and he nodded.

Of course I didn't mean it.

I kicked him in the crotch, how did I kick his leg?

This one is too far off.

You are not good at football!

It should be because he was staring at the goal all the time and only aimed with his peripheral vision.

Clattenburg was directly carried out of the field on a stretcher and will soon be taken to the hospital by ambulance.

"Fuck, the ambulance is 0.5!"

"I was wondering why there would be such a bet, so that's it!"

"Damn it, did the dealer know there would be a fight?"

"And knew there would be serious injuries?"

"It's all fake, and there's even an ambulance bet, don't play this game anymore!!"

Brother Su Lei looked at the situation on the field, and the ambulance arrived.

And there was a company that offered a 0.5 bet on an ambulance.

Everything matched up.

It was just that it was not the players who were injured, but the referee who was seriously injured.

The fourth official immediately changed his equipment.

It is rare for the referee to be injured, but it does happen.

He is needed to play at this time.

I didn't expect it. I didn't expect it.

"The fourth official is warming up!"

"I've seen it for a long time. The head coach used to warm up, but today I finally saw the fourth official warm up!"

"It's time! Clattenburg, the famous blind man, is blind again in this game!"

"Now he is not only blind, but also lame!"

"It takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone, but this time he can't play for four months."

"Maybe he has a psychological shadow and retired on the spot!"

Manchester City players finally calmed Zhao Yi down, and the fourth official became the referee and stepped onto the field.

Drop ball.

Manchester City still has the ball.

There is not much time left in the first half.

However, due to Clattenburg's injury and the entry of the fourth official, the injury time was as long as seven minutes.

In the fourth minute of injury time, Tottenham found an opportunity and quickly launched an attack.

Eriksen broke through the wing and sent a reverse triangle pass.

Son Heung-min received the ball at the front of the penalty area, broke into the penalty area in one step, and directly drew his bow and arrow.

A burst shot!

However, Joe Hart reacted in time, flew sideways, and rushed the ball out with both hands!

The football slipped out of his hand!

Kane, who had been active in the penalty area, followed up with a volley!

Many of Kane's goals seemed to be picked up, and this one was the same.

His sense of smell in front of the goal is absolutely top-notch.

Joe Hart could no longer catch this kick.

The football went into the net!

Tottenham took the lead again!

Kane hat trick!

The whole White Hart Lane was boiling!

Tottenham players rushed out of the field together and surrounded Kane.

And the Manchester City defense rushed to the referee again.

Kane was offside before the follow-up shot!

Before, Son Heung-min covered the assist and ran more than ten meters with the ball in the offside position, but the call was not made.

Still not calling the ball now? ?

From the referee's position, it is difficult to see whether it is offside.

The linesman did not raise the flag, so he certainly would not easily call for offside.

He looked at the linesman, who did not say anything.

He indicated that he was not sure.

Soon, the voice of the video referee came from his headphones.

The referee nodded frequently, and he did not check the VAR himself, but blew the whistle directly.

He raised his hand to signal.

The goal was invalid, and Manchester City had an indirect free kick!