Chapter 1985 Angry Fat Man

Mourinho was on fire at the fourth referee, and after he was almost invited to the stands, he had a gloomy face, replaced fullback Ferreira, replaced goalkeeper Robinson, promoted Zambrotta to central defender, and the team changed to a back three, Mourinho is going to fight with Capello. The lineup is 3-4-2 and maintains enough attack power. After all, now that the score is behind, it is not possible not to attack.

Capello's eyes lit up, Mourinho's desperateness, he liked it better. This makes his defensive counter-attacks more powerful.

Mourinho, please!--Lin Feng sighed softly. In the face of this kind of misjudgment by the referee, of course, it should be said that Henry's actor-level performance, what can be done! This is football, misjudgment, and fake fall are all elements that make football more exciting. It can only be said that this time it was Tottenham Hotspur who was unlucky.

Squinting his eyes and glancing at Suleiman, who was still swaying, Lin Feng pursed his mouth. This guy doesn't really look good.

"Lin Feng, it looks like you're going to lose. How about bowing your head to me, admitting your mistake, begging for mercy, maybe I'll consider letting you wear a hood and a shirt at the same time!haha~~~" Suleiman finally sat down and sneered proudly.

"Fat Su, don't be complacent. It's only been 25 minutes since the start of the game, so it's still early!" Allegra itched.

"Cut, I don't know the so-called wild girl, do you know football!" Suleiman squinted and cast a disdainful look.

Allegra was tickled by the disdainful look in his eyes.

"Mourinho, you old man, are you old and useless, you can actually constitute a way to accommodate yourself to lose to this kind of guy!" Allegra angrily pointed at Mourinho and scolded.

Mourinho stood up, turned his head, and glared at Allegra angrily.

"Little girl, you shut up for me, you just give me an honest look on it, see how I can win this West Asian fat man!" Mourinho pointed at Suleiman, "No matter how much his team fakes, he can't win against my team!"

Boom~~~, the scene suddenly got up, and all Tottenham Hotspur fans were snub by Mourinho's declaration, and the hearts that had just been snubbed by repeated blows suddenly warmed up. At this moment, they believe that even if their team is sent off, even if they meet the actor, so what, they believe that their team will win as long as Mourinho is there.

"Cut, talk big! Have the ability to show results. Allegra said irritatingly.

"Hmph, I, Mourinho, am a dignified man, and I will never be looked down upon by you little girl. If I lose this game, I, Mourinho, will shave my head and run naked with Lin Feng!" Mourinho yelled.

The audience was silent.

But then, the whole scene was over. Now Tottenham Hotspur, O:1 down, and sent off a man, and the most deadly goalkeeper, West Ham also has a direct free kick from the edge of the box, in this case, Mourinho still dares to make such a promise, is he crazy, or has a belief in the team to win. Either way, it's a shot in the arm for Tottenham Hotspur fans. They're excited, they're so excited. Having a coach like Jose Mourinho is a blessing for all Tottenham Hotspur fans.

And, of course, the happiness of all journalists. Originally, Lin Feng and Suleiman's bet was exciting enough, but now with a personality coach Mourinho, this game is too powerful, too powerful.

Tottenham Hotspur's players are also at the moment again. Their own managers have put down these cruel words, can they not work hard, can they not work hard! For the sake of the coach, they must also win West Ham.

Capello frowned slightly. This Mourinho, can he still have so much confidence to win himself? Just look down on himself. But well, since you want to lose everything, then you will fulfill yourself. Capello once again made a gesture to the West Ham players, telling the crowd not to attack easily, chamfering without a chance, delaying time, and it is not them who are in a hurry. As long as there is an opportunity, then immediately use Henry's degree to fight back. In the face of 1o Tottenham Hotspur, Capello also played defensive counterattacks, which was too despicable. But it's definitely the most effective tactic.

Suleiman's eyes narrowed, this guy actually dared to shout at himself, but shout, and then I will see you two running naked on the court in vain. - Suleiman glanced at the referee with a smug expression.

Lin Feng also nodded secretly. Although Mourinho pushed himself to a dead end, he raised the morale of the players to the peak, and he was also telling the referee that Henry's fake fall just now was also putting pressure on the referee.

Then, the game resumed. Thierry Henry's free-kick was held by a united Tottenham Hotspur player and a frenzied attack ensued. However, until the end of the first half, they failed to break through the door of West Ham United. On the contrary, our goal was almost broken by West Ham United on several occasions. If it weren't for Robinson's unexpected miraculous save, I'm afraid Tottenham Hotspur would have fallen behind o:2:or even o:3.

And just like that, the game went into the second half.

At halftime, Lin Feng did not go to the players' lounge, there was no need to cheer himself at this time, Mourinho naturally knew what to do. Lin Feng did not go, and Suleiman did not move. At this moment, he seized every opportunity to mock Lin Feng, ridicule Lin Feng, and enjoy the rare upper hand between fighting with Lin Feng.

"Suleiman, there are still 45 minutes, and you can only enjoy it for so long. Allegra bickered.

"Well, after 45 minutes, maybe I should have a fun day to celebrate my team's victory!" Suleiman said proudly.

"Dead fatty, you are less proud, you" Allegra pointed at Suleiman, wanting to scold back, but at the moment the team is behind, she feels powerless.

"Alright, the game is about to begin. Who can laugh Zuihou depends on this zuihou for 45 minutes. Lin Feng patted Allegra and pointed to the players who had already played.

The crowd fell silent.

The second half was played at the referee's whistle. Tottenham Hotspur were attacking as always, the score was behind, the numbers were behind, and they had to attack. West Ham, on the other hand, defended and then looked for opportunities to defend and counter-attack. The two sides come and go, and the game is more than intense, but not exciting.

Soon, there was only 1o minutes left in the whole game. Suleiman was already happy to the sky at the moment, humming an unknown song in his mouth, his buttocks were still swaying with the rhythm, and everyone on Lin Feng's side was itching.

"Lin, although I don't know much about football, the situation is not good. Is there anything I can do?" Ellison asked in a whisper.

'It's up to Jose Mourinho and the players, I don't have anything I can do now. Lin Feng shrugged weakly.

Ellison frowned.

"Lin, if you do lose the game, have you ever wondered what to do?" Ellison asked.

"If you really lose, then you have to fulfill the bet. Since you have lost, you are willing to gamble and lose. Lin Feng gritted his teeth and said. It's a shame, but since you've lost, you have to keep the bet. Lin Feng is not the kind of person who does not keep his promises. What's more, today's Lin Feng can't keep his promise. Otherwise, the news will spread and all the companies under it will be affected.

"Lin, if you haven't been able to catch up in a minute by Zuihou, then it's better to say" Ellison whispered in Lin Feng's ear.

"Ellison, this is too much" Lin Feng didn't know what words to use to describe it for a while.

"Mean? No, no, Lin, it's not mean. This can only be called a means. I can't watch you lose to someone like that!" Ellison said gloomily.

Lin Feng thought about it, and his heart fluttered. But Zuihou still patted Ellison on the shoulder.

"Ellison, if you win, you have to win, and if you lose, you have to lose. Unless he uses a crooked trick, I won't use it. Lin Feng said.

"But hasn't he already bribed your players? Also, on the few occasions just now, it was obviously the opponent who fouled and should have awarded a free kick, but it turned out to be a foul by our player, which obviously shows that the referee is biased in favor of West Ham. Perhaps, Suleiman bribed the referee. If he dares to do this, so can we. Ellison snorted.

Lin Feng thought about it, and his eyes lit up. Yes, why can Suleiman have a crooked mind, but he can't. And it is not impossible to say that Suleiman bribed the referee. Cech was sent off just now, and several West Ham United fouls were not awarded, even if the penalty is not important, although this does not mean that the referee must have accepted bribes, but it is enough to show that the referee is biased towards West Ham United. You know, this is your home stadium, not West Ham's home stadium. Obviously, there must be a little bit of a greasy in this. Although Prince William only brought five referees, and the referees were decided by drawing lots 15 minutes before the game, since Suleiman could bribe his entire team, bribing five referees was nothing.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng was furious. Damn Su Fatty, he dared to defile football like this. If he wants to play like this, he can do it himself. But this can tarnish football, after all, I am a real football fan, to do this kind of thing, I can't pass this level. - Lin Feng hesitated for a moment.

"Don't worry, Lin, I'll take care of everything. You don't have to do it. Ellison patted Lin Feng on the shoulder, and the person left his seat.

At this point, there were only 5 minutes left on the pitch.

Messi received the ball and cautiously looked for opportunities at the edge of the box. Against a stubborn West Ham side, it's really difficult to score.

Just when Messi was considering whether to pass the ball back and reorganize the attack, a voice suddenly came from the live announcer - he had just received a shocking news that the company of West Ham United owner Suleiman had gone bankrupt, and I am afraid that after this game, West Ham United will face the possibility of falling apart. And the high prize money of this game, Suleiman may not be able to pay it.

What? Suleiman is bankrupt? - The West Ham players were collectively stunned, and the whole formation froze at this moment. Suleiman had promised them $1ooo dollars each for winning, but he went bankrupt, didn't that money run out? Also, did they lose their salary?

With this in mind, the West Ham players are a bit depressed. Although the instinct of professional players makes them force their attention on the court, the defensive strength and efficiency are comparable to those of the two teams.

Suleiman was not stupid, and at the moment when he wondered when he would go bankrupt, he figured out that this must be Lin Feng's conspiracy. Immediately, he stood up and wanted to clarify the matter. But at this time, the surrounding fans immediately began to coax, allowing Suleiman to scold and shout in his throat, and his voice could not be heard.

And at the moment when West Ham United's entire formation paused, Messi moved.

Messi passed past Frank Lampard like a lightning elf, and then flashed the absent-minded Samuel marking, entered the penalty area, and took advantage of goalkeeper Abbiati's sluggishness to volley low, and the ball fell into the net!

G1~~~~, at this moment, the entire White Hart Lane stadium is over. After falling behind for most of the half, in the Zuihou stage of the game, the players finally woke up, and Messi finally shone brightly, and finally equalized the score with his amazing individual skills. At this moment, Messi is the owner of White Hart Lane, and Messi is the savior of Tottenham Hotspur!

All the players hugged Messi frantically and yelled excitedly. And the head coach Mourinho was even more excited to directly do a 36o degree front flip, plus kneeling and sliding, to vent the passion in his heart.

Crazy, everybody's crazy.

And even more exciting is in the stands. As Suleiman danced the ugly Arabic dance, Allegra pondered his own celebrations after Tottenham Hotspur scored. As a result, when Messi scored, Lin Feng jumped up alone in the stands and jumped out of the space step of Michael Jackson, which is all too familiar to all human beings. And through the camera, you can clearly see that this big space jump is Michael Jackson himself.

And with Michael Jackson leading the dance, everyone in Lin Feng's row stood up and followed him in a big space walk.

Allegra, Lee Ji-woo, Huang Mei-hee, Lin Feng, Prince William, Princess Kate, even the aging Berlusconi, and the young Lim You-hee also took a big space walk together, and the scene was so spectacular that it was considered to be the best audience goal celebration of the year!

After a long frolic, Lin Feng and the others sat down.

"Lin Feng, you are despicable!" Su Laiman saw that the three points of his hand were in the soup like this, his face was full of anger, and he pointed at Lin Feng's nose and scolded.

"When I say Suleiman, don't talk nonsense. Whoever is despicable, say that I am despicable, and show evidence, otherwise I will sue you for slander! Also, don't reward so much if you have nothing to do, otherwise you will lose it suddenly, and the players will not be able to stand it. Lin Feng said calmly at the moment. But these words are annoying enough. Although Lin Feng didn't know how much Suleiman's reward was, it was definitely indispensable. And there won't be much left in this game, even if it's a draw, it's a big deal that the two sides won't win. However, in terms of team standings, their own team's goals are better than West Ham's, so this season's title is their own.

Of course, there are still a few minutes left, and maybe a miracle will happen.

However, Suleiman's face was full of iron, and he was only trembling with anger. How can this be compared, how can it be compared, don't look at it for only a few minutes, under the distraction of the players, maybe it is not surprising that they lost. Ro

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