On January 21, in the 23rd round of the league, Valencia faced Wesken away.

This team has been relegation favourites in recent seasons, but in the end they all survived in La Liga A, relying on excellent performances at home, plus an increase in bonuses, so Valencia's players are full of fighting spirit, all of them are ready to do a big job, and the fighting spirit is very high.

"Poor Chu, you're going to be a substitute again, but this time you don't have a chance to be a hero, I'll settle the battle in the first half, and it's definitely garbage time when you play." Sesk patted Chu Yang's shoulder, full of confidence.

"I'll score twice as many goals as you score." Chu Yang glanced at him disdainfully.

"Hey, my way of solving the battle is assisting, whoever compares you to score goals, I score zero, you are still zero even if it is a hundred times my time."

"Yo, young man, math is good, it seems that I didn't take a little red flower when I went to school."

"Of course it's good, I'm an A in math, but what the hell is Little Red Flower?"

"Chinese characteristics, you won't understand."

"Well, the mysterious ancient country of the East, I really don't understand."

The game approached amid the chatter between the two, with the main players entering the dressing room to receive the coach's ear call, while the substitutes warmed up outside.

Because there is not much playing time, this is the best opportunity for most of the substitutes to face the fans, everyone is very hard, all kinds of difficult actions and work for no money, just say it.

It's a pity that Chu Yang's ball control is only 11, which is barely above the middle among professional players, of course, this bias is very small, and it is still okay for him to play dozens or hundreds of balls in a row, but it is a bit difficult to play the ball out of flowers, so Chu Yang has always been very self-aware and did not join the army of dazzling skills.

In fact, most of these guys' ball control ability is worse than Chu Yang's, and many seemingly gorgeous techniques are actually just like that, just entertaining the onlookers, but the crooked nut character is like this, and he likes to show off blindly when he has nothing to do.

"Yo, why is this stinky boy so honest?" Mei Yun and Chu Yu have decided to accompany Chu Yang to spend the Spring Festival before returning to China, so this game will also go with the team.

"You want to toss something out again, don't you?" Mei Yun didn't know what she was thinking.

"How so? I'm so ladylike. ”

"A lady doesn't say she's a lady."

"Well, what would a lady say she is?"

"I can't answer what you say, if you have the ability to ask Ah Yang, he will definitely give you a satisfactory answer."

Chu Yu stuck out his tongue and said, "Forget it, Ah Yang always can't spit out ivory from his mouth, he must say that he wins or loses." ”

The Alcolas Stadium in Westen is much more shabby than the Mestalla, with just over 5,000 seats, but all of them are full, and the momentum is not small.

"Okay, the game is on," Valencia TV still broadcast the game live, commenting on the old duo of Milk and Ugo, "Valencia put on the familiar 451 formation, it should be pointed out that Chu Yang, who saved the team in the last game, is still sitting on the bench, and it is Adrian who plays as a single striker, and we can see that Mr. Xiao Luo, the owner of Valencia, appeared on the scene, he did not enter the VIP box, but sat in the stands. ”

"Walked a forest, came a Xiao, it seems that Valencia's oriental label can't be erased, I hope it's not a bad thing." Ugo was a little worried.

He still has an honorary chairman in Valencia, Xiao Luo and Chen Ping visited him at the beginning of his tenure, and his impression of Xiao Luo is okay, but the impression is an impression, and no one knows how the club will develop in the future.

Wesken served first, and they also knew that they had a few pounds and taels, and they played a determined defensive counterattack, and Valencia did not get any good chances in the opening minutes.

Wesken's defensive counterattack is not the kind of defense that some third-rate teams have defense and no counterattack, but the kind that can make the away fans jump with a sneak attack from time to time, so Valencia did not dare to play too aggressively, and the two sides kept pulling and pulling, and the scene was a bit dull.

Moya is still the one who performs the most dazzling, Valencia's most threatening attack came from his long-range shot, but unfortunately the ball is a bit outrageously high, his free kicks and sports shots have always been Valencia's unsolved mystery, how good the free kick is, how bad the sports shot is, the strange in the wonderful.

The other Valencia players are not much better, the new owner is watching from the sidelines, and they are all working hard, but unfortunately they can't reach the speed, the more they want to score, the more they can't score, even the defenders are too excited, and the action slowly becomes bigger unconsciously.

The referee's control of this game was average, but the punishment for several obvious fouls was still relatively in place, which temporarily quieted the excited Valencia players.

But for the time being, it was for the time being, and it was finally over five minutes before half-time.

The opponent's striker and midfielder made a two-to-one match and were about to enter the penalty area, after which Antonio's head was hot, and he rushed up to be a fierce tackle, and the result was directly the opponent's striker with the ball and shoveled away, and the guy who was shoveled off rolled on the ground three and a half times before being carried out of the field by the team doctor.

The voice of the home commentator immediately became excited.

'It should have been a penalty, Batra was in the box and he was ready to shoot, it was a poor foul and Valencia's number 4 should be red carded and should be banned.'

"Penalty! Red! Penalty kick! Red! "The home fans shouted frantically as if they were going to overturn the Estadio Alcoras, and the away fans who were huddled in the corners looked so powerless.

Milk said: "It was a malicious foul, Antonio should have been given a card, but it wasn't a red card to consider, a penalty was out of the question, the foul was committed outside the penalty line. ”

The referee walked over and reached into his pocket, and Mo Ya, who also rushed up, hurriedly stepped forward, secretly grabbed the referee's hand to take out the card, and said urgently: "Mr. Referee, he didn't mean it, he went to the ball, this is just an ordinary foul." ”

He didn't dare to say in good conscience that the ball was fine.

"Alright, Sesk, if you don't want to get a card as well, get out of the way."

Moya wanted to fight for it again, and Wesken's players had already surrounded him and put pressure on the referee.

"It's quiet now, get out of my way, or you'll be at your own risk." The referee gave a warning and pulled out a card and held it high.

Red.