"Why are you pulling him, let him go!" Fan Shang also saw this, and was a little anxious for Mijatovic. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

At the same time, Fan Shang also explained to the UEFA officials next to him, "Look at the No. 9, the one who deliberately hit our player just now, and this time he wanted to have a physical altercation with our players, and their captain stopped him." ”

Following Fan Shang's fingers, the UEFA officials also saw the situation and did not speak, but just shook their heads.

The free-kick was not much of a threat, Sanches dragged his aging body to barely grab the first point, but he didn't control the position of the goal, and the ball flew high off the line.

Panucci failed to break through twice, and the third time when he asked for the ball, Seedorf and Redondo were selectively ignored. The two men made a cross and finally Redondo hit a long-range shot. Although it hit in the goal frame, it was still held by Chilavert, but Chilavert did not hold the ball all at once, but first let the ball bounce to the ground, and then dared to hold it, which also shows that Redondo's shot this time is not small.

Fan Shanggang wanted to call Luo Er again, but when he looked at his watch, there was less than five minutes before the intermission, forget it, let's talk about it then.

A minute before the end of the first half, Mijatovic took the ball at the edge of the Bordeaux penalty area, Dacourt marked, Mijatovic accelerated to break through from Dacourt's side, but he didn't control the strength of the ball, and he walked a little big, feeling that he might not be able to catch up.

So, the moment he passed in front of Dakota, Mijatovic staged a high diving scene on his own without physical contact with Dakot. When he saw the scene of Mijatovic jumping up and falling on the grass, Dakot, who raised his hands high, was completely shocked, and Mijatovic's acting skills were simply like a leg in front of him tripping him.

The referee was completely blocked by Darcourt's body, except for the fact that Mijatovic could not see clearly, so Real Madrid was awarded a free kick outside the penalty area, and also gave Darkett a yellow card.

"Sir, you can see this completely, this acting skill is condescending to the Palme d'Or in Cannes, and the Oscars are nothing more than that." Fan Shang has already left his anger, Mijatovic is simply breaking through Fan Shang's bottom line, once or twice is okay, this family has faked falls again and again, and the action is not clean.

The UEFA official nodded approvingly this time, then shook his head and sighed.

This time, the free-kick was about ten meters away from the top of the arc, which was exactly the range of Carlos. Fan Shang's heart had already risen to his throat at this time, and Carlos's outside instep was too threatening.

There are three people standing in front of the ball, Carlos, Raul and Hierro, after the referee blew the whistle to signal the restart of the game, Carlos began to upside down his small steps, but Raul was the first to start, the ball gently pushed horizontally, at this time Hierro rushed up from behind, a heavy kick on the ball, the ball whistled and flew to the center of the goal, Chilavert did not dare to hold it with his hands, only two fists to hit the ball out of the bottom line.

"Huh" After Fan Shang saw the ball fly out of the bottom line, he highlighted a breath of turbidity and was about to suffocate to death. "How did Hierro punish him? What about Carlos? Fan Shang had a doubt in his heart, and then looked at Carlos, who had been standing still until Hierro's shot was completed, and Carlos slowly moved towards the edge of the box.

"It's kind of interesting," Fan Shang muttered quietly.

At this time, Real Madrid's corner kick had been destroyed by Song, and then the referee blew the whistle at the end of halftime.

"Shall we go to the bathroom in the players' tunnel?" Fan Shang asked the UEFA official beside him.

The brother didn't speak, just nodded and got up, walking in front of Fan Shang. Fan Shang smiled in his heart, it seems that yesterday's thoughtful service played a role. Of course, there is also a certain reason for Mijatovic's acting explosion in the first half.

After arriving in the players' tunnel, the UEFA official rushed headlong into the referee's lounge, and it seemed that what he thought was the referee's penalty for today had slapped UEFA in the face again.

And Vincent was thrown there like this, so Vincent soon entered the dressing room in Bordeaux as well.

When Fan Shang entered, it was the same as before the game, and Luo Er was explaining the tactics, and he was talking the same as before the game. Fan Shang has found another reason why Rohr is doing so badly in the head coach position, you are talking about tactics when it is time to pour chicken soup, and there is no one who can grasp the timing of this time.

"Gernott, you stop first, I'll say a few words when I have limited time." Fan Shang actually has time, but in order to give Luo Er a step, he still found a reason for his lack of time.

"Okay, Fan Shang, let's talk about it quickly." Rohr stopped his pen.

"In the first half, your defense was very tight, very good," Fan Shangxian affirmed the performance of the players, "Andri, you have no problem sacrificing for the sake of victory." Fan Shang turned his head again and gave Shevchenko an apologetic look.

"Boss, I can't wait to play in Amsterdam right now!" Shevchenko shouted, and the other players laughed along.

Fan Shang's face instantly turned ugly, and he remembered the famous Istanbul night in history, when AC Milan was said to have led by three goals in the first half, it was Shevchenko who took the lead and opened champagne at half-time to start celebrating the championship in advance.

However, Shevchenko at that time was in full swing, and the head coach had no way to take him, but now Shevchenko is a new star who has just become famous, and Fan Shang wants to strangle this kind of thinking in the cradle.

"Is the game over? Has the score been decided? Have we already qualified for the finals? Fan Shang asked three questions loudly in a row, and his voice had drowned out the laughter of the players.

Hearing Fan Shang's unkind tone, the players below suppressed their laughter and looked at Fan Shang one by one.

"Can you answer me?" Fan Shang asked again, his voice almost shouting. "Andrei, will you tell me?"

"No" Shevchenko, who was still full of smiles just now, did not dare to speak now, but said in a very small voice.

"Nothing? To be clear, I asked three questions, and you answered them all loudly. "Fan Shangke doesn't want to let him go, today's chicken is Shevchenko, this is also to cure his problem, so as to save other things in the future.

"The game wasn't over, the score wasn't decided, and we didn't qualify." Shevchenko whispered.