Football Referee: I Am A Card Master, Who Do You Love?

The ball went in!

Another goal!

Beep!!!

Jiang Ning points forward with his arm, the goal is valid!

boom!

The audience is boiling!

Now 32 minutes into the first half, Serbia scored again!

It can be said that this goal has already tilted the scale of victory in this game!

You know how long it's been open!

The Baxi team never thought that such a disadvantageous situation would appear in the face of the Serbi team.

For a while, the players of the Baxi team were a little confused!

The team has a fatal problem!

And these problems were well grasped by the Selvi team and magnified, resulting in conceded goals!

Two goals behind in such a short period of time, the blow to the morale of the players is huge!

The player's mentality also changes after the second conceded goal!

The continuous conceding of goals caused the morale of the team to plummet!

really,

The players of the Baxi team looked sad.

They all felt unbelievable!

Especially Richarlison!

Anger, resentment, guilt!

If he hadn't missed the excellent opportunity just now, the team would not have fallen into such a situation!

Boom!

He grabbed the football and smashed it on the ground fiercely, venting his inner anger!

"Hey, Richarlison, come on...

"The more this is the case, the more 213 must calm down!"

At this time, Vinicius came over to try to comfort him, and hoped that Richarlison could calm down.

But Richarlison obviously couldn't listen to anything.

He ignored it, and walked to the side silently after smashing the ball.

Vinicius sighed, feeling a little overwhelmed for a while.

As the forwards of the team, they are the core of the offensive end!

If Richarlison loses his composure, it will have a great impact on the team's offense.

But without Namar, they are like small boats floating in the sea, and they can only drift with the current.

All of his golf skills can't form strength, so he can swim against the current in this wave!

Bashi team , in danger

swish!

Servi's players celebrated wildly.

They hugged and roared in the direction of their fans!

"Alas!!!"

"Nice goal!"

"Well done, Mitrovic!"

"Cheer, the cheers of the audience at this moment belong to you!"

Subsequently,

Several Sylvie players also rushed to the sidelines!

They danced in the direction of the Bassi fans!

Samba dancing!

Zhang Yang, proud, arrogant!

It is a blatant mockery to actually use the Baxi team's signature celebration method!

And the fans of the Serbian team were also celebrating with tears, holding up the 7:1 banner in their hands, mocking and provoking mercilessly!

"Bash team, that's all!"

"What five-star Bashi, what Samba? Our Serbian team will be the champion of this World Cup!"

"Even Bash can't stop us, who else is our Selvi team's opponent?!"

"The former glory of the Bashi team will all belong to our Zierwei team!"

"Servi team is doing well, score 5 more goals and blow up their goal!!!"

The fans of the Selvi team were extremely excited at this time.

They also did not expect to form a crushing situation!

Or ridicule, or ridicule, or sarcasm...

All kinds of sharp, harsh, and unbearable words burst out from the goal seats of the Selvi team!

Baxi fans are stunned, can't believe it's real!

The perfect Samba Army in their hearts should have come with a heavy blow, should have been invincible and invincible!

But now he is overwhelmed by a team that has never taken it seriously!

In the fan seats of the Brazilian team, there is a little boy who is only 8 or 9 years old.

His face was painted with oil paint, and he was wearing the Brazil team uniform. The number '10' was written on the uniform, which was Namar's number!

He's just a kid with a crazy love for football!

In Bashi country, there are many such children, and he is just one of the lucky ones among countless children.

Because he has the opportunity to come to the scene to cheer for the Baxi team, and has the opportunity to see the Baxi team galloping on the field and dancing the familiar samba dance on the green grass!

But the current scene has crushed the little boy's faith!

He dreams of becoming a member of the (bcci) Baxi team, fighting for honor and love!

The little boy covered his mouth in disbelief, tears kept flowing...

At this moment, his faith seemed to have collapsed!

The little boy's mother hugged him from behind, wanting to say something comforting.

But my mother couldn't open her mouth either,

Because my mother has already cried into tears at this time...

"Do not!!!"

"Bashi team, our Bashi team, what happened to you!"

"Why is this happening, I don't believe it's true!"

"Namar, come quickly, the team needs your salvation!"

"Namal!!!"

At this moment, Baxi fans shouted Namar's name.

It seems that in the hearts of the fans, "Song only has him to bring hope to the fans!

At this time, the Baxi players lounge.

Namal saw this scene through the screen!

He clenched his fists and stood up from the bed.

The team doctor was shocked!

"Namar, what's wrong with you, please cooperate with the treatment!"

"Now is not the time!"

The team doctor understands Namar's mood. As the team doctor of the Baxi team, how can they not be in a hurry when they see that the Baxi team is behind?

But it's urgent, Namar's injury is what they need to take care of!

Namar's breathing became a little short, not because of the pain, but because of anxiety!

The team is in dire straits, how can he sit still?!

"Is the treatment over?" Namar asked anxiously.

"What?" The team doctor was taken aback.

"Let me ask you, are you cured?"

"It's already healed this time, but your injury still needs to be treated at least..."

The team doctor wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Mal!

"That's enough!"

Namar stood up abruptly, rushed out of the lounge, and rushed to the court!

"No, Namal! You stop! Come back!"

The team doctor hurriedly wanted to catch up, but how could it be so easy for Namar to catch up? Even if he was injured!

running all the way...

Soon, Namar came to the field and quickly ran to the head coach of the Baxi team!

"Coach! Let me play! I can play!"

As soon as the horse came, he eagerly requested to play.

The head coach of the Baxi team froze for a moment, then frowned.

He scolded: "Why are you here? Didn't I ask you to treat it well?!"

"Coach, let me play! I can play!"

"This game is very important for Baxi!"

"We can't lose!"

Namar continued talking, his eyes full of longing and urgency!

However, the head coach of Bash still shook his head firmly.

As the coach of the Baxi team, he has too many things to consider. The game in front of him is a game, but the game in the future is equally important!

"Stop talking, just sit aside and watch!" the head coach of the Baxi team scolded.

Namar looked up at the fans at the scene, and then at his teammates who were confused, his eyes were red!

He pleaded again, "Coach, I want to play! Please let me play!!!".