"You fart, he's so short, how can he hit you in the chest."

Ming Yi is like a drama spirit rolling on the ground on his upper body, covering his chin, making movements that may suffocate at any time.

"Quick, call the team doctor to come in." The referee raised his hand and motioned for Tottenham's medical staff to hurry in.

The fans in the south stand also stopped doing it, and when they saw the home team players being bullied, they scolded one after another.

"Punish the murderer severely."

"It's terrible."

"Strangled someone!"

"Avenge Akichi!"

The paramedic carried a stretcher and ran quickly to the place where Ming Yi fell to the ground, and he had to carry out first aid.

And Ming Yi blinked secretly, and the team doctor understood it when he saw it, and pretended to be 100,000 anxious, "Quickly knock open your mouth, don't let him suffocate." It took a while for me to recover a little.

Seeing that Ming Yi was fine, the referee began to talk to VAR.

"Do you see clearly? What the hell is going on? ”

The referee listened carefully to the sound coming from the VAR and made a judgment in a few moments.

Red! Anthony Martial is sent off.

And Tianyi also received a yellow card for raising his arm.

What's more, it was a foul in the box.

Penalty!

"What? Referee, are you blind? I didn't use any force at all and he fell, obviously faked a fall, why give me a red card? Anthony Martial defended hysterically at the referee.

“OUT！ Do you hear clearly? I'm calling you off! 'The referee didn't care so much, VAR caught Anthony Martial's retaliatory foul and the red card was already assured.

Martial was furious, and he was about to be furious, and his teammates, who were still helping to defend just now, could only control Martial first and not do any more radical behavior, otherwise I am afraid he will say goodbye to this season.

Dissuaded by his team-mates, Anthony Martial finally left the pitch. United had to play with just one man left almost 40 minutes remaining in the second half.

Ming Yi pretended to be supported by the team doctor and came to the sidelines to receive "treatment." ”

Assistant coach Joao came over and asked about the situation.

"How? Is it serious? Can you continue to play? ”

Team doctor: "There's nothing wrong at all, this kid is very ghostly, definitely an acting school, I doubt if he has been in La Masia for a few years, and he is definitely an actor-level operation." ”

Joao: "Well, it scared me, we thought we were hurt." ”

Mingyi: "Coach, don't listen to the team doctor's nonsense, I'm so badly injured, my heart is dripping blood, and treating a child like me so roughly, it's just too miserable." ”

Joao: "You kid has a lot of tricks, but you still have a lot of risk of quoting Martial to foul now, if he falls to the ground directly, you are a red card, don't do this kind of thing in the future." ”

Mingyi: "Got it, coach, I'll be in control." ”

In the VIP room, Tottenham's management team, Coke, blossomed. The corners of the bald boss's mouth rose slightly, revealing a subtle smile.

"This is Mingyi, this little guy is a little interesting, and the airport has been playing very well recently."

Attendant: "Yes, boss, Jose once said about this kid two weeks ago, he is only 17 years old, he has a great body, his football skills are good, and he really looks a little wise and brave today!" ”

Levi: "Hmm! It seems that our youth training is doing well, and we have dug up another treasure after Harry Kane. ”

Attendant: "Boss, this is inseparable from your foresight, and the current achievements are absolutely inseparable from your wise guidance." As the saying goes, the train runs fast because of the headband, and you, as the head of the train, are lighting a bright light for the team..."

Levi didn't think it was right, this was clearly talking about his bald head. "Okay, don't be a sycophant, watch the ball! Then you have to send me more people to go to Asia to see if I can find some good seedlings. ”

Attendant: "Yes, boss, a few Japanese kids have been a little out of the picture recently, especially the Hisashi Ying from Real Madrid, who is playing really well in La Liga this year!" ”

Levy: "Well, I've heard that this kind of cheap young player must be paid attention to, but now the focus is on Mingyi! This kid must be kept for me, he may be the mainstay of the team for the next ten years! ”

On the pitch, Lucas Jr. was putting the ball on the penalty spot, and Son Heung-min gave the opportunity to take the penalty to the Brazilian. Son Heung-min has already scored a goal in this game, and if Lucas Jr. scores a goal now,

De Gea, on the other hand, kept moving left and right on the goal line in an attempt to distract Lucas Jr. The Manchester United players on the line of the penalty area also kept putting pressure on him.

"Don't pretend, you can't kick in."

"If you can't get in, you're done, you're the sinner of the team."

"De Gea has seen through you a long time ago, you have no hope."

The fans held their breath and the penalty was too crucial for the team. It's really a thought of heaven and a thought of hell. If you can't even score a penalty like this, it will definitely greatly damage the morale of the team.

Lucas Jr. took three steps back, looked up at the referee, and waited for the referee to blow the whistle. The referee blew the whistle after confirming that the other players on both sides had withdrawn from the penalty line.

"Toot..."

Start, run, shoot.

Lucas Jr. volleyed hard into the top left corner of the net like a cannonball, and De Gea made a flying save, but the ball was so fast that before his fingertips could touch it, the ball was already hanging in the net.

The crowd erupted in cheers that swept through several surrounding blocks.

"The ball is in! Tottenham equalised! Little Lucas shot very resolutely, he didn't hesitate at all, he was like a warrior on the football field! ”

Lucas Jr. rushed to the corner flag area after the goal, and it was a combination punch to the corner flag, he has been suppressed for too long in recent games, and he has not scored in several official games in a row, which is very difficult for a striker, especially at the moment when Tottenham Hotspur is fighting for the top four, and every time Son Heung-min gets an assist or scores, the pressure on Lucas Jr. will add a point.

Recently, whether it is an intra-team training match or an official match, Son Heung-min has given the opportunity to take the penalty to Lucas Jr., thus allowing him to regain his confidence.

Teammates rushed to the corner to celebrate the goal. Little Lucas hugged Son Heung-min tightly with squinted eyes, speechless with excitement.

Lucas Jr.: "Thank you, Sun! ”

Son Heung-min: "Good ball, Lucas, this penalty is too good!" ”

Hojbjerg: "Nice work! Lucas, you were fantastic, we equalised. ”

Lucas Jr.: "By the way, how is that kid Mingyi?" ”