Chapter 2 Red Dot Package

Owen fell into the Chelsea box, clutching his ankle in pain.

Cudicini got up from the ground despite the pain, ran to the referee and shouted, "Hey referee, he's faked!" I touched the ball first! ”

Baros and Desailly, who arrived later, also tangled together, and the two teams, one blue and one red, surrounded a referee in yellow and shouted for something.

Wiley is not a rookie referee in the first place, not only has more than ten years of experience in the Premier League, but also often sees him in some European competitions such as the Champions League.

After blowing the whistle for the penalty as soon as he was given, his second reaction was to push away all the players in front of him and run in front of Owen to check on his injury.

Sometimes a player's injury says it all, not only to help the referee make the right decision, but also to silence the players on both sides.

"How about Michael, can you still hold on?" Willy asked, leaning down.

"Oh! Mr. Referee, he pulled me down! Owen clutched his ankles, "As you saw just now, my hind legs obviously had a pulled posture after jumping in the air, otherwise I wouldn't have fallen to the ground defenselessly." ”

"I think I need a team doctor!"

Looking at the handprints on Owen's ankles, and hearing Owen's follow-up additions, Wiley straightened up and waved to the sidelines, and immediately two team doctors in overalls ran towards the field with boxes and stretchers.

"Penalty, it's a penalty!" In the stands, Liverpool fans rushed to tell each other.

Regardless of what the referee does next, a crucial penalty for Liverpool is a certainty.

The Blues fans were full of grief, but the Reds fans were cheering.

What could be better than winning on your opponent's turf? What's more, if you win this game, you can also take away the opponent's Champions League ticket, which is sour, and it feels enjoyable to think about.

Gradually, fans on both sides in the stands began to quarrel.

Sure enough, since ancient times, red and blue have not been incompatible!

It's just a penalty, and it's not a game loss.

Italians have often been awarded penalties in their games.

Racini and his Chelsea weren't too flustered because Cudicini was a good spotter despite a foul.

Carlo Cudicini was born in Italy, a famous producer. And Cudicini's father is also a goalkeeper, and he also played for Serie A giants AC Milan.

However, Cudicini's goalkeeper career was not so smooth, on the one hand, because of the excessive pressure on him from his father (Cudicini's father was hailed as one of the top goalkeepers in the world in the 20th century), and on the other hand, Cudicini's form was not very stable.

So it wasn't until 1999 that the 27-year-old Cudicini was brought to the Premier League by Chelsea from Serie C for £160,000, and Cudicini was able to see the light of day.

In the 00-01 season, former "Blue Warriors" team leader Yuniyari promoted Cudicini to the goalkeeper of choice. By now, Cudicini has already voted the best goalkeeper in the Premier League once.

In his previous goalkeeping career, Cudicini was considered the best penalty goalkeeper in the world for his top reaction speed, lightning-fast saving movements, and rapid pace movement.

In addition, in such a heavy rain, it will also invisibly create more obstacles for the players who take the penalty kick.

If you take 10,000 steps back, even if the penalty is scored, there is still half an hour left in the game. As long as Chelsea score another goal to level the scores, their ticket to the Champions League is still theirs.

It's not that bad for Rakari!

In the broadcast studio of ESPN Sports TV, Zhan Jun smiled and glanced at the pouting Huya girl in the corner, although this little girl is still an intern, she is always against herself everywhere.

Zhan Jun looked at the chaotic court on the screen, like a Confucian general, and said unhurriedly: "There is an old saying in China, it is called blessing is unparalleled, and disaster does not go alone..."

Sure enough, when Willy pulled out a red-coloured card against Cudicini, the entire Stamford Bridge was in shock.

"Click!"

A bolt of lightning streaked across the British sky.

After the lightning, the noise of all the Blues fans even drowned out the thunder afterwards.

"Walter? What is the referee doing? Did he have poop on his hands? The commentator at Stamford Bridge immediately burst into foul language.

"Fark, Fark, Farke!!" Blues assistant Richards scolded angrily and threw the mineral water in his hand to the ground.

The Blues players once again surrounded the referee for an explanation. Cudicini also chased after Willy, constantly protesting: "Hey, I was the first to touch the ball, the first to touch the ball!! ”

"It looks like the referee thought it was a malicious foul!" Looking at the replay in the screen, Zhan Jun smiled, "From the slow motion, it can be seen that Owen touched the ball with one kick first, and Cudicini only touched it slightly after that. And the key is not here, but this one. ”

That's right, according to the replay in the footage, Cudicini's hand actually tugged at Owen's ankle for a split second. It was this movement that caused Owen to jump and lose his balance in the air, causing him to fall to the ground.

"Judging from this replay, the referee's decision was not wrong! It's a red dot meal! ”

Penalty kick and goalkeeper will be sent off. The decision was bad news for the Blues, but it was an absolute surprise for the Reds.

When Lachili on the sidelines saw the red card, he didn't immediately go to the linesman to protest, nor did he drop the mineral water bottle in his hand like his assistant coach, and the experienced Italian quickly reacted in his brain.

Now the survival of the Blues has come to a critical juncture, and if he is like the fans or anyone else, then the Blues are really finished.

"Richards, come over to me!" Rakari shouted.

"Coach, that referee today..."

"Shut up, you idiot!" Without hesitation, Racli interrupted Richards' grumbling, "Let that Bosnich guy go and warm up, I have something to explain to him." ”

"Uh... Coach..."

"Why are you still stunned? Let's go! Raksli dissatisfied.

"Coach!" Richards quickly regained his composure and replied loudly, "Coach, Bosnic is still suspended!" ”

"Oh! Fack! Rakli slapped his forehead, "Fake, this guy really deserves to be sent to jail for cocaine!" ”

Bosnich was found to have used cocaine during a drug test last November, but he has always claimed to have mistakenly drunk a drink adulterated with cocaine. The FA has declared the 31-year-old goalkeeper guilty of two counts after a two-day hearing: misconduct and breaching the FA's anti-doping rules.

The final verdict was that Bosnich was banned for nine months, not the two years as claimed by WADA.

But even so, the former Manchester United goalkeeper was unable to make the 16-man squad today.

"Warm up the number three goalkeeper and come to me." All Lajli was thinking about was how to fight the rest of the time, with one man less and one point behind, and as for who else was in the 16-man roster for today's game, there were no brain cells left to think about it.

The second door is not there, the third door is always there, right?!

This time, however, Richards was still standing still.

"Farke, when are you going to wait?" Raksli growled.

"Coach, Ed was injured last month and didn't show up today." By the end, Richards' face flushed.

"Fak, Fack, Fack!" Lajli couldn't restrain himself anymore and kept scolding, "Is there no goalkeeper for a club as big as Chelsea?" ”

"Uh, coach, there's one more ......"

"Then let him get over to me, immediately, immediately!"

"Coach, you, are you sure to let him play? He..."

"What else is inked? Fuck you shit! Ranje slapped Richards hard and pushed his assistant coach to the bench.

On the field, Cudicini, driven by the referee, had already taken off his gloves and walked towards the sideline in frustration.

As Chelsea's No. 1 goalkeeper, Cudicini's performance this season is excellent.

Just talking about this game, in the hour before this, there were also frequent wonderful saves.

But the goalkeeper position is like that.

You behave well, no one will remember; If you make one mistake, you may not be able to recover.

Looking at the angry fans in the stands, Cudicini lowered his head. He knew that if Chelsea lost today, he would make the headlines in London the next day!

When he thinks about his career before and after, Cudicini sees nothing but bleakness.

For a goalkeeper in his thirties, it's the golden age. But somehow, Cudicini actually thought of retiring at this moment.

On the sidelines, a tall, lanky young man in a yellow and black goalkeeper's uniform stood in front of Lajli, waiting for instructions from his coach.

As soon as he saw the young man, he immediately remembered which 16 men he had sent to the tournament today.

Because this young man has a different Asian face.