"Drop!"

A sharp whistle sounded over the Maracanã Stadium. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Bursts of shrill boos erupted from the stands.

The referee from England, Clattenburg, showed the yellow card to the fouler De Jong and gave him a solemn warning very seriously: "Watch your feet and don't go too high off the ground, sir." ”

De Jong is an old fritter, he didn't protest fiercely, but calmly explained to the other party: "This is a football match, Mr. Referee, it's not a table tennis or badminton match, we are all professional players, and you are also a top referee in England, this kind of physical contact is normal, isn't it?" ”

Clattenburg, of course, won't take back the yellow card he just escaped, he shook his head: "We're playing football, not badminton and table tennis, but it's definitely not rugby or wrestling, so if you don't want to miss the next game, be extra careful about your movements." ”

"Okay, I'll take notice." De Jong no longer dwelled on it, he nodded honestly and accepted the referee's decision.

His eyes fell on his newly-won victory: the Chinese captain was wailing miserably near the arc of the center circle......

He knew the power of his flying tackle just now, and countless stars trembled in front of his tackle, and ...... He clearly felt that his shoe spikes had hit the other party firmly!

A yellow card, if you can take down the most threatening superstar in the opposing team, even the head coach Louis van Gaal and the domestic fans will definitely support him to do so!

"In the first 40 minutes of the first half, Qin Gude was undoubtedly the most cared for player on the field, according to the latest statistics, he was violated 8 times alone, and Sneijder and De Jong also received yellow cards for defending him...... Zhang Bin was emphasizing Qin Good's outstanding record, but his commentary was interrupted by an exclamation from Zhang Lu.

"Goode is injured!" Zhang Lu's eyes widened, and the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose trembled slightly with his emotions, "He was injured by De Jong's reckless flying shovel!" ”

The camera of the live broadcast quickly focused on Qin Gude, who fell to the ground.

The Chinese captain was knocked down at least seven or eight times in the space of 40 minutes, but each time he got up from the ground at the first time, but this time, he clung to his calf and didn't even make a roll.

Zhang Xizhe, who was closest to him, hurriedly knelt down on the turf: "Captain! Where did you get hurt?! ”

And Zheng Zhi, who has always been hot-tempered, was ready to directly overturn the culprit De Jong, but he was stopped by Sun Jihai, who rushed from the right.

"Brother Hai, can you bear this breath?" Zheng Zhi knew better than anyone else the relationship between Sun Jihai and Qin Gude, he gasped and asked, "That bastard is definitely on purpose!" ”

"Call the team doctor first!" As the oldest and oldest player in the team, Sun Jihai did not forget what the top priority was, and he raised his hands to Lippi on the sidelines and made a stretcher movement.

Lippi, who was originally only very angry at De Jong's foul, suddenly changed his face, and he almost pushed his chief team doctor Castellazzi onto the court: "Quick! With the speed of the sprint! ”

Enrico Castellacci, the president of the Italian Football Team Medical Association, who is over 60 years old, rushed to the scene of the incident with several of his colleagues and stretcher team staff and began to examine them.

Referee Clattenburg stood beside them, and the Dutch players put pressure on him.

"Mark, should the Chinese team doctor be asked to move the injured players to the sidelines for diagnosis and treatment? It's a delay to the normal game time, doesn't it? ”

The person who said this was none other than Robin Van Persie, a good partner in the Qin Goode Club!

In this game, he is not Qin Goode's good friend, he has only one identity:

Captain of the Dutch national team!

Having played in the Premier League for many years, he is of course familiar with Clattenburg, which is why he calls the referee by name so directly.

"Robin, I'm the referee, and I'm up to me in this matter." Clattenburg gave him a look, "I think you'd better not be a hero here, it's not good for your future at the club. ”

His subtext couldn't be clearer: the 23-year-old is the world's number one superstar, the captain of Manchester United and the new king of Red Devils fans, and the huge Chinese market behind him has made him a cash cow in the eyes of the Glazer family, and his influence in Manchester United is unmatched; The 31-year-old Van Persie is coming to the end of his career, and even though he has performed well in the past two seasons, his importance to the team and his influence among fans are far from being comparable to that of Qin Goode, so there is really no need for him to have a fierce clash with his club team-mates over a World Cup group stage - which is not the case of Wayne Rooney and Ronaldo at the time.

What's more, even if the Dutch team loses this game, it will not be eliminated, and their strength is still very advantageous against Ivory Coast......

Van Persie's face changed slightly, and then he shook his head and walked to the encirclement formed by the Chinese team members: "How are you, Goode?" ”

None of the anxious Chinese team members answered him, and Zheng Zhi and Sun Jihai glared at him rather unhappily.

Van Persie immediately knew why the Chinese players looked as if they wanted to beat themselves up: he saw a blood-soaked thigh in the crowd, half of which was stained blood-red, and under the undrawn trousers, a wound three or four centimeters long was turned outwards in a red liquid, and it was clearly visible that blood was slowly pouring out of the wound.

"Oh my God!" Zhang Bin, who was sitting in the live broadcast room, hurriedly closed his mouth, as the boss of the sports channel, he has rarely been so out of shape, but today he was shocked by this picture.

Zhang Lu looked at the picture blankly: "Goode is injured and bleeding, and it is bleeding profusely......"

Castellatchi's team quickly performed a simple stop to the bleeding from the wound before being carried off the sideline on a stretcher.

"How's it going, Enrico?" Lippi surrounded them with a "hula" from the coaching staff and substitutes, and anxiety was written on everyone's face.

"Marcello, hurry up and get ready for a change." The chief team doctor showed the head coach the wound on the outer thigh of Qin Goode - although the bleeding had just stopped, there was still blood slowly oozing out, "It didn't cut the main blood vessel, but the wound needed to be stitched up, and it was no longer suitable for play." ”

Lippi immediately called Wu Lei's name: "Hurry up and warm up, and play in half a minute!" ”

"No, coach," Qin Goode, who was lying on the stretcher, stretched out his hand to stop him, "you can't change me now." ”

With more than 45 minutes to go and only one goal set between the two sides, if he is replaced, will the Chinese team still be able to hold on to the three points before the Dutch attack?

Maybe they won't be able to save even a point!

"Are you crazy?" Castellatchi pushed him to the ground, "This wound requires at least five stitches!" ”

"The wound is not deep, doctor, and you can play after a simple stitch." Qin Gude shook his head, he was very clear about his injuries.

The head doctor turned to the manager for advice: "He can play, but it's hard to do the same again. The decision is yours, Marcello. ”

"Do you really want to hold on, Goode?" Lippi frowned, as a manager, he certainly knew that this team could not lack captain and soul.

"I'm not going to come nonsense, coach," Qin Gude looked at him, "I'll retreat to organize the attack and control the tempo." ”

Lippi took a deep breath, he looked at the team that had already changed to a defensive lineup, and nodded slowly: "I promise you, Enrico, to stitch him on the spot." ”