In the end, Varga was "lucky" to get only a yellow card, which incidentally awarded a free kick to Barcelona.

In any case, his action was a little bigger, and the yellow card was understandable.

However, as the team's main central defender, at the critical time of the game, he was carrying a yellow card, which doomed him to be tied!

On the other side, after learning about the referee's decision, Zhuo Cunzhi stood up with grinning teeth under the support of his teammates.

After moving on the spot twice, jumping twice, and the team doctor confirmed that the injury was not serious, Rijkaard agreed to keep him on the field.

"You're a performer! Swindler! Varga angrily scolded Zhuo Cunzhi.

"Cut!" Zhuo Cunzhi sneered disdainfully.

If you have the ability, this guy doesn't use malicious fouls, and he doesn't have to fake falls, let's see who is more powerful!

What kind of bandit theory is this?

"How do you teach him this?" Rijkaard looked at Gonzalez quizzically.

"Just to keep him from hurting." Gonzalez shrugged.

"Or do you want one more name on the injury list?"

Rijkaard shook his head repeatedly.

On the field, Xiao Luo, as usual, was ready to give up this free kick to Zhuo Cunzhi.

However, Zhuo Cunzhi waved his hand, indicating that he was not in a good state.

Seriously, Varga's actions just now did hurt him a little.

This small injury may not be a cause for concern, and it may not even affect his footwork.

However, firstly, he was so "injured" that he was prone to accidents, and secondly, he was injured after all, and he always felt that this would affect his footwork, and his psychological lack of confidence would more likely affect the play of his footwork.

Ronaldo was also polite and took the free kick.

In Barcelona, the only one who can compare the level of free kicks with him is Zhuo Cunzhi.

Others are not qualified to compete with him for the right to shoot free throws.

Zhuo Cunzhi didn't relax, ran to the penalty area and competed with the opponent, and the guy next to him happened to be Varga.

"Believe it or not, I abolished you!" Valga's mouth was full of ferocity.

"Do you believe I'm lying here?" Zhuo Cunzhi asked with a smile.

"You!" Varga's face flushed.

This is a forbidden area!

Zhuo Cunzhi fell here, and an accident was a penalty!

In addition, and more importantly, if he wants to stop Zhuo Cunzhi, he must use a malicious foul.

Ordinary tactical fouls don't work, because Zhuo Cunzhi has a lot of physical fitness!

For a moment, Varga was in a dilemma.

After losing the hole card of malicious fouls, Varga, or the Celtics' defense, lost the last limit on Zhuo Cunzhi.

This is also the reason why Zhuo Cunzhi doesn't care about Varga, and even looks down on him a little.

Fouls, after all, are relatively inferior.

To put it mildly, it's just a crooked way.

Relying on this means to organize him, Zhuo Cun Zhi'an is blessed?

However, this free-kick did not have a chance to perform.

Even with so many player cards, he is not a player who is good at heading.

Ronaldo's free-kick found captain Puyol with precision.

I have to say that Puyol's height is really deceptive.

It's hard for outsiders to believe that he, who is less than 180cm tall, is stronger than a 190cm big man when he grabs a header!

With excellent bounce and even better anticipation, Puyol broke free from the comfort of the crowd and flicked the ball to the right with a lion flick on his head.

There are too many people in front of the goal, and it is impossible for the goalkeeper to observe every player.

And Puyol, unfortunately, was the one he gave up observing.

Therefore, the moment the ball went into the net, Heideman mechanically turned his head to look over.

“goooooooooooooooooooooooal！！！”

“1:1！”

"Barcelona equalised!"

"At the crucial moment, our captain stepped up and he scored a golden goal!"

"The first half is not over yet, Barcelona still has a lot of time to overtake!"

Watching Puyol run to Xiao Luo to celebrate, Zhuo Cunzhi consciously did not join the past, but stood in place and applauded his teammates.

In fact, he has a lot of credit for this goal.

In the end, he can have this free kick because of his breakthrough and performance.

Speaking of performance, Zhuo Cunzhi couldn't help but sigh, this is really effective!

The next moment, Zhuo Cunzhi shook his head-

Like fouls, such a performance is also crooked!

Not to mention anything else, whether the specific opponent will be punished depends on the face of the referee after all.

Barcelona is not the godson of the referee, how can every decision be in Barcelona's favor?

At the critical moment, if the referee is blind or the referee collects black money, where can he reason with it?

Thinking of this, Zhuo Cunzhi has some enlightenment-

This trick can be used as a regular means, but not as a means of victory!

As a player, what you really need to rely on is your hard power!

It's like Barcelona beating Paris 6-1 in our history.

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that Barcelona is definitely taken care of.

But can it be said that Barcelona can turn the tables, is it completely taken care of?

Not really.

The main reason is that Paris itself often drops the chain.

Otherwise, even if the opponent is taken care of by a godfather, he will be overturned by five goals, and he can't say anything!

From this point of view, the so-called "wealthy families" cast with money more or less lack the so-called bloodiness, the kind of bloodiness that can reverse the reversal in a desperate situation!

Chelsea are different in this respect.

It has to be said that Mourinho and the original Chelsea team are the most compatible.

Whether it is the fledgling Porto, or Inter Milan who won the treble, or Real Madrid, which competes with the peak dream three, the momentum is not as good as the original Chelsea.

Jose Mourinho has injected temperament and blood into that Chelsea team, and even if he didn't win the Champions League there, no one can deny his contribution.

Of course, this is all for later, so I won't mention it for the time being.

The game restarted, although it was Celtic who kicked off, but the ball was quickly snatched by Barcelona again.

When the ball was passed to Zhuo Cunzhi, Balde and Varga suddenly became highly nervous.

Soon, Varga sadly discovered that if he didn't use fouls, even two people couldn't stop the opponent in front of him!

However, as Zhuo Cunzhi approached step by step, getting closer and closer to the door of the Celtics, Varga also gritted his teeth, stretched out his legs, and directly tripped Zhuo Cunzhi to the ground!

Foul! Another foul!

The referee was sharp-eyed and quickly spotted this.

But......

After thinking about it for a while, the referee's hand in his pocket hesitated slightly-

He's just given a yellow card, and now he's given a red card, isn't it a bit ......

Soon, the referee found himself without hesitation.

Zhuo Cunzhi, who had fallen to the ground, stood up again and ran again!

After being slightly stunned, the referee made a gesture-

The offense is favorable, and the game continues!

"That idiot!" Gonzalez cursed.

"Well done!" Rijkaard let out a loud shout.

It turned out that when he fell to the ground just now, Zhuo Cunzhi looked forward and found that his opponents were a little stunned.

They thought it would be another foul!

These guys are ready to deal with the referee!

Putting their minds elsewhere, they all had problems with their positioning, and there were huge holes.

An unclear foul, and a chance to score, Zhuo Cunzhi decisively chose the latter!

By the time Varga reacted, Hyndman had already had to face Zhuo Cunzhi's one-on-one knife.

“goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooal！！！” Please pay attention to the latest chapters in the future