Chapter 52: Sue Me!
For the first time, Neymar showed his ferocious side.
Amalkhtafi lay on the ground in a daze.
He never imagined that the Brazilian who was coercing him would dare to head him, and it really hurt.
Even the referee looked at Neymar in dismay.
What the hell did Neymar do this?
What's going on in this Paris?
used to be an iron-headed baby in Yile, but now even Neymar has become an iron-headed baby!
That's how these two top stars set an example?
Is this the new Parisian tradition? If you can't fight with your body, then you will have a hammer?
The referee looked at Yi Le with a strange expression, and Yi Le was so frightened that he hurriedly raised his hand and said, "I didn't do anything!" β
The referee twitched the corners of his mouth, shook his head and left.
......
With Neymar's headbutt, the coach was silent.
Boas lowered his head and covered his face.
The corners of assistant coach Michelle's mouth twitched wildly.
What the hell is this?
Michelle looked at Boas with a look of resentment.
Is this what you call faith?
Headhammer faith?
Where has the once elegant Paris Saint-Germain gone!
What the hell is wrong with the world!
Brazilians no longer fight for technology and start fighting for the first iron?
Don't call it a 'noble girl' in the future, just call it the Iron Head Baby Army!
Anyway, the style is already outrageous.
......
The game resumes.
Between Neymar's counterattack, the smell of gunpowder on both sides is stronger.
Dijon's fouls became more and more frequent, and the Paris side was not good at giving up, Neymar and Yile were looking for heads everywhere.
Both will leave 'Duang where they sweep up front! DuangοΌ 'voice.
I didn't know that the leading role had an effect, and Mbappe actually joined the group, and the three of them were very happy.
The ferocious trident of the iron-headed baby made Dijon suffer so much that they did not dare to play the high ball.
Dijon, who has a rough style of play, was forced to hit the ground.
The fans in the stands can't bear to look at it anymore, what kind of game is this?
And Paris Saint-Germain fans are even more confused.
Is this really Paris?
What about the Brazilian star with a ball-style style?
What about the precision-guided Chinese star?
Who are these two iron-headed babies?
This is by no means what we bought for 400 million!
By no means!
In the first half, Yi Le and Neymar were happy, and the two continued in the second half.
Didn't attack anymore, just chased the Amalkhtafi mallet.
Neymar is finished, easy mallet!
Easy mallet over, Neymar gavel!
For a while, the wind was loud!
On 74 minutes, Mbappe was also about to go over the gavel and was stopped by Amalkhtafi.
Amalkhtafi said indignantly: "Bastard, I didn't mess with you either, why are you gaveling me?" β
Mbappe froze.
That's right! He didn't mess with himself either! But.... Let's talk about it after the gavel!
Duang~~~~~~~οΌ
Mother Trere!
At this time, the referee couldn't stand it, and directly showed Mbappe a yellow card, and then walked over to warn Yile and Neymar.
'You two can stop in moderation! β
The referee then pouted at Nunu on the sidelines.
Yi Le and Neymar turned their heads to look over, only to see Boas standing on the sidelines with a black face, roaring: "Have you forgotten what you are going to do?!! Bastard!! β
Yi Le shivered with Neymar and immediately looked at each other.
Forgot something?
it!
The two came back to their senses, this is a game, the enjoyment of the mallet, forgot to score!
The two looked up at the time in unison, 88 minutes.
It's over!
......
In the end, the game ended 0-0, with Dijon drawing at home to Paris Saint-Germain.
They interrupted PSG's winning streak.
But even then, Dijon was not happy.
Despite the draw, they felt like they were losing.
And it's a shame to lose!
In the post-match press conference, Dijon's head coach angrily denounced the brutality of Yile and Neymar.
He called it unsportsmanlike, it was a crime, and Amalkhtafi was likely to be hammered out of the concussion!
Now, Villas-Boas is gone, even though our players are a little too much, but you are playing cleanly?
In the first half, what was Neymar like by you?
You're allowed to foul, and we're not allowed to resist?
Boas bit it to death: "This is self-defense!" We're just fighting back! β
Dijon's head coach sneered: "Counterattack? It's ridiculous, I'll gather evidence and report your violence to the Football Association, and wait for punishment, bastard! β
Boas was silent, and the Dijon coach thought he was cowardly, so he couldn't help but snort coldly.
Suddenly, Boas slammed to his feet and staggered over to the other party.
Spat fiercely, raised a raised finger and said:
"Phew! Sue me, idiot! β
Thunderbolt !! ββ
......
Two days later...
Logos Training Base.
Boas covered his face with a newspaper, and in front of him stood Yile and Neymar.
Both of them hung their heads and put their hands behind their backs, looking like students who had made a mistake.
In the office, there was silence.
Boas put down the newspaper with a sudden, and the report on it was clearly visible.
"The game becomes a farce! The two managers of Paris and Dijon openly brawl! γ
The corners of Boas's eyes twitched, and he couldn't help but take a cool breath.
There was a bruise in the corner of his eye, which was beaten by the opposing manager.
Yi Le glanced up and subconsciously said, "Boss, did you lose?" β
Neymar on the side was excited, and hurriedly kicked Yi Le with his foot, and Yi Le reacted and lowered his head again.
Boas's expression was gloomy, and he looked at the two of them and was angry.
With a bang, he threw out the penalty notice.
Yi Le and Neymar were frightened.
"That's what you do! Two bans! Boas roared, "The whole world is watching your jokes!" β
"Do you think you're still under eighteen? You know how bad the impact of this game is? β
Neymar is honest; "Boss, we were wrong."
Hum!
Boas snorted coldly, turned his head and looked at Yile coldly.
At this time, Yile was in a daze.
Neymar couldn't laugh or cry, and he hurriedly kicked again.
Yi Le came back to his senses and subconsciously said, "Huh? β
Neymar: "......"
Boas: "......."
"The next Champions League game is going to be against Manchester United, you two are suspended, what do you say you should do?"
Neymar wondered; "Isn't it a league ban?"
Swish!!
Boas threw out another penalty sheet and said coldly; "UEFA Notice! One game ban! β
Neymar shut up.
Yi Le knew Boas's temper, so he hurriedly said: "Boss, we promise to win all the next games!" β
With that, he winked at Neymar.
The latter, too, comprehended, and likewise shouted: "I promise too, Chief!" β
Hum!!!
Boas snorted coldly and said, "Remember your words! I don't care about you! β
Yi Le ran away with Neymar.
Walking out of the head coach's office, Yi Le breathed a sigh of relief and said, "The head is really scary, he is like the former head teacher." β
After saying that, there was no response for a long time, Yi Le turned his head to look, only to see Neymar staring at him.
"What's on my face?" Yi Le subconsciously touched the road.
Neymar pursed his lips and said, "Yi, last game, why are you helping me gavel Amalkhtafe!" β
Yi Le laughed; "It's very simple, because he fouled you, I can only help you like this!"
If someone else said this, Neymar probably didn't believe it, but Yi Le's words made him want to trust the other party for some reason.
Neymar smiled and said, "Man, we will be brothers from now on!" If someone violates you on the field, I'll help you hammer him! β
"Hey, hey!" Yi Le scratched his head; "But the boss said, don't let us mallet!"
Neymar grinned and said: "Whatever, let's talk about it first, it's a big deal!" β