The Doncaster players gathered around the referee to ask for an explanation, believing the goal was a violation and the players did not hear any whistle about the possibility of serving.

The referee apparently dismissed the crowd around him. Football gives the referee a great deal of freedom for free kicks, he can require that all free kicks in a game must be heard to be punished, or he can not listen to the whistle to pursue the flow of the game and drive quickly, all of which are not against the rules.

Lawrence is betting on whether this ball will be blown back by the referee if it is about to be released, and the probability of one in two is that winning a million profits and losing is also a shock.

This is very similar to Edward's character, and the last round of the league to risk a three-point away game to replace Ricciardo is also a bigger gamble.

Haim's goal was a huge blow to the mood of the Doncaster players, who felt that it was not a goal that was achieved by real ability, and they were angry; Unwillingly, he even brought this emotion into the locker room.

It is normal for players to be affected by the course of the game, and they are prone to emotional ups and downs, and their form is up and down.

If someone can stay calm and mature in this situation, they must be a player with a huge heart.

Such a player must be extremely difficult to deal with, like Pirlo who is eternally silent, and nothing can disturb his state of mind.

……

After the break, the Portsmouth players seemed to be relieved of the joy of scoring goals, but Doncaster was still angry from the manager to the players.

Their moves were getting louder and bigger, with a series of yellow cards from the midfielders at the start of the second half, and Doncaster tried to regain the initiative in this way.

But ace Diouf was clearly lazy today, barely breaking through or shooting at goal, and the ball was passed to his feet and soon to be passed by him again.

Portsmouth played more of a defensive role in the second half, engaging in a fierce battle with the enemy in midfield, replacing Ricciardo with Norris in midfield.

Doncaster's lethal tactics did not come without a price, with two centre-backs and a midfielder all receiving yellow cards, and soon one of the three was replaced. Diouf was replaced in the 70th minute, and in the 75th minute, Doncaster made another change to remove a centre-back and replace a striker, changing the formation to 433.

Portsmouth's midfield substitutions were indestructible, and in the 83rd minute Lawrence dropped back to pick up the ball, turned and then sent a scalpel-like pass to the right flank. Etuhu arrived and took two steps into the box to shoot with his foot to make it 3-0.

The suspense was completely lost, and the fans were already playing in the stands, with the fans in attendance applauding and cheering for the substituted Lawrence, with the Irishman's two assists today truly shining through.

The Doncaster player complained to the referee that Lawrence deliberately delayed time, and the referee ran over and he limped and trotted two steps to indicate that he was injured.

This kid......

Hydward laughed, he didn't need to teach everyone to be a genius when acting, but this injured appearance could deceive the referee, not him.

……

The game went on, but it was over for Hydward.

For the first time, his eyes were not on the football field, and the fan zone was crowded, hugging each other, playing trumpets, and dancing...... Ward spotted two familiar figures in the crowd, and they were Max and his son.

McVeigh was now sitting on his father's shoulders, dancing happily. Although the tickets given to them by the club are in a good position, they are still too short for a 4-year-old, and from the perspective of a child, what can you see except the backs of the crowd in front of them?

It's different now, riding on Dad's back, standing high and seeing far, there's nothing more wonderful than that.

How many childhoods have been humped out like this? There's no better seat than a father's shoulder.

"Dad, I'll want to come every week from now on."

The little guy is waving his fists, babbling like the fans are singing, his eyes are wide, his eyelashes are fluttering, and he is very cute.

In order to make his son sit more comfortably, Max lowered his head and did not watch the game himself.

The happiness that the team brought to Max lasted only a few moments, and all he could think about was what the old professor in the hospital had said when he didn't watch the game.

Neuroblastoma, like a bone-eating maggot, sucks his spirit every day.

Max endured the sadness in his chest, gritted his teeth and said to his son, "Good! "He really can't control himself from thinking about his son's illness, why are you so happy, little one? Son, you're sick! It's going to die, it's going to die, it's going to die!! His heart throbbed unconsciously, and he wished that the disease was on him.

The little one has no patient's consciousness at all.

"Hee-hee, Dad, we're going to hide it from Mom, she won't allow me to come here."

"Dad, do you think Portsmouth can be relegated?"

"Dad, I think I can! Uncle Hyde is very good, he is a better manager than me, and he can also play Lego. ”

"Dad, Uncle Pierce also promised me that I would get better soon, he could score 10, not 100, 1000, 10000 goals!"

Max's mind was full of his son calling his dad over and over again, and he was almost tired of listening, son, why are you talking so much nonsense? But he wanted to listen to it for the rest of his life, and it made my ears grow calluses and I grew old.

"Daddy is a little taller, okay? Uncle Hyde waved to me. ”

Max held his son's leg and put him on his shoulder, and the little one yelled excitedly as if he was about to break through the blue sky.

……

The Liverpool boss once said: "Football is not about life and death, football is higher than life and death." "But in the face of life, football can't transcend life and death.

Hydward is not afraid of any opponent in football, even if he is asked to use Portsmouth to play Real Madrid Barcelona, he will not be afraid to charge.

But Ward was really scared of McVeigh's smiling face now, a smiling face that could deter death.

……

His head was slightly off, separated by two fan squares, and the E32 East Division was empty.

Hydward was inexplicably a little irritable, and now that Chen Xi had been added to the matter of McVeigh, the whole person looked at Ricciardo as malicious.

If the head coach is compared to the ancient emperor, the emperor hates his courtiers the most to see through his own thoughts, and he was killed by Cao Cao when he didn't see Yang Xiu.

The Brazilian's head shrunk throughout the second half, and he sat on pins and needles on the bench, and he probably played badly.

……

McVeigh stood tall, his head spinning, and he noticed that not far behind his right, a big sister in a peaked cap was watching him.

Holding a notebook in his hand, he was writing and drawing, and the drawing was a little disgusting, it was an anatomical diagram of the human brain.

"Sister"

"Sister"

The little one was very excited to see an acquaintance.