In the living room of the Presidential Suite of the Hotel Valrial,

Anne had just finished watching Rennes' game and was very depressed, and today the team lost again, 0-2 to Marseille. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Rennes was pressed and kicked all over the field, and he didn't lose temper at all.

The team has lost two in a row, and this year, if you continue to play in Europe like this, you will lose again, and you are to blame that guy! Thinking of this, Anne couldn't help but clench her silver teeth.

Boredom fiddling with the remote control in her hand, Anne aimlessly switched channels and inadvertently tuned into Lille's game schedule.

To see or not to see?

After hesitating for a moment, Anne decided to see how Lille lost, Lens is good, and with the ease of work, it should be able to relieve her.

Getting up and pouring a glass of juice, Anne bit the straw and leaned lazily on the couch to click on the program.

Footage of the match appeared on the TV screen as the score was 3-0 with the home team in front and the visitors in the back 60 minutes.

When Anne looked at the score, she was immediately a little disappointed, the Lille team was already three goals ahead, and the uncompetitive Lens, who was also known as the hero of the north, was only 60 minutes, and he was already so far behind.

At this time, a familiar figure appeared in the picture, and Anne straightened up slightly.

Reeves broke through with the ball, but was tackled to the ground by Raymond.

Anne frowned slightly, and when she saw Reeves standing up unharmed, she snorted angrily and said, "It's really incompetent, it's not over." ”

Seeing that the referee didn't give a card, Anne sighed lightly, "The law enforcement scale is a little loose!" ”

Anne leaned back on the couch, biting her straw and drinking the juice, straightened up again when she saw Reeves fall down on Demon's lap.

However, after watching the replay footage, Anne was silent for a while before she said indignantly:

"Fake fall! Swindler! How can this be! He spoke several times before he stopped.

Angered, he took a hard sip of the juice in the glass.

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Demon was sent off, but the smell of gunpowder on the field did not dissipate, and the nature of the derby, coupled with the shadow of a large score behind, made most of the Lens players move with anger.

For a while, the people on the field turned on their backs, and the referee took out two yellow cards in a row to stop the situation slightly.

In the 66th minute, Reeves was brought down by Hilton in front of the penalty area, and the referee pulled out another yellow card.

This direct free-kick in front of the box was taken by Bodmeier.

Reeves ran to the penalty area to grab the point, although he couldn't grab the penalty, but as a striker with superb shooting skills, no defender dared to let him go, and Hilton followed Reeves inch by inch.

Before the referee could start blowing the whistle, the players on both sides in the box had already begun to push each other, and Reeves was taken care of.

It's not a wonderful experience.

Reeves broke free of his defense and glared back at Hilton behind him, in a terrible mood.

A villain went down, and a scoundrel on top.

What is a big man doing with his arms around my waist?

Hilton posted it again, and said viciously, "Boy! What to see! You don't want to grab the ball! ”

Reeves raised his hand to signal to the referee for a defensive foul, but it didn't work.

When the referee looked at it, Hilton let go of his hand and pretended to be innocent; The referee's gaze averted, and Hilton's hand came up again.

Is there an end? Reeves just wanted to teach Hilton a lesson.

The whistle blew and the free-kick was taken quickly.

Reeves ignored Hilton, swung his arm back hard, broke free from Hilton's entanglement, and ran sideways into the box.

Bodmeier opted for a direct shot that was fast, flew over the wall and headed straight for the far side of the net.

With a "boom", the ball slammed into the inside of the far post and bounced out, swept past the pounced goalkeeper, and flew to the near end of the goal.

Reeves happened to rush over there, and there was a burst of joy in his heart, and he made a few wedding dresses for others, and God made up a goal for himself here.

Taking a deep breath, Reeves slowed down slightly, and just as he remembered to shoot with his feet, his body lost his balance again.

Depend on! Make no mistake! Again?

Reeves was pushed from behind by an overriding Hilton and fell to the ground, the ball flying in front of him.

Red card + penalty!

The referee was resolute this time, blew the whistle to make the right decision, and as he walked over, he pointed to the penalty spot and then to his breast pocket.

When Hilton reached out and pushed Reeves, he knew his end, he just didn't want Reaves to score, even if it was a foul, he didn't want to play this game anyway.

Hilton didn't have any excuse, and when he heard the whistle, he turned and walked to the sidelines, with a red card raised by the referee behind him.

Lens coach Gilo in the dugout was already numb and did not show excitement when he saw his player receive a red card.

However, Gilot's attitude towards Hilton was much better than that of Demon, and he got up and hugged the depressed Hilton, and comforted: "You have done your best, go and rest." ”

Gilo felt that Hilton's performance throughout the game was already good, that the score was not his fault, and that he was the backbone of Lens' defence, and Gilo did not want him to be affected by a defeat in the rest of the game.

The job of the coach is not a simple tactical arrangement, but a combination of coaches, nannies, bodyguards, and psychological mentors, especially when losing or performing poorly, it is necessary to psychologically intervene the main players.

This time the comfort was very effective, Hilton's face was much more normal, nodded, and turned to sit on the bench.

"Red card! Lens was sent off again, and if you count the Champions League qualifiers, Reeves has twice caused nine opponents to play. Ha ha! ”

"It was a foul and there was no controversy, Reeves needed just a touch to score, only to be pushed down by Hilton. There was nothing wrong with the referee's decision! Dugari said as he watched the replay in slow motion.

Reeves tugged at the hem of his shirt and wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling a little depressed, his second goal was gone.

Although he won a penalty, Reeves has always disliked the goal from a penalty, let alone his turn.

The broadcast camera showed Reeves, frustrated by missing a goal. "Haha, Reeves looked depressed, no wonder, the other party would rather foul than let him score." Dugarry didn't miss the opportunity to make fun of Reeves.

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Hotel suite in the living room.

When it was seen that Reeves was pushed down by Hilton, he missed the goal.

Anne shouted, "Well done! "She felt that the Brazilian defender did it too right, what a foul counted, just not letting that bastard score.

Looking at Reeves, who looked depressed on the screen, Anne took a large sip of juice in relief.

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"Hey, Lille is ready to make a substitution on the sidelines, Fowegue replaces Reeves."

Puel, who was on the sidelines, saw that the opponent's actions began to become rough during this time, and Reeves was taken care of again, worried that he would be injured if he continued, and the overall situation had been decided, Puel made the decision to make a substitution.

Reeves shook his head regretfully, hey, there was no chance for the second ball.

I just wanted to run to the sidelines, but after taking a few steps, Reeves found that he was so tired, his legs couldn't move at all, and he felt no physical strength when he got out of the game.

It's no wonder that he played half the game in midweek and played most of the game today, and the entanglement with Hilton and Demon made Reeves' physical strength bottom.

Reeves really couldn't run, slowed down and walked back slowly, no one came to urge at this time, Lille was leading by a big score, of course he wouldn't care, Lens had no fighting spirit, and he wouldn't care about the minute or two.

Reeves waved to the stands as he walked, as there was a round of applause in the stadium when he was substituted.

In my past and present lives, countless times I saw the stars being substituted on TV, and the audience burst into thunderous applause.

And now, he's enjoying that kind of treatment, and Reeves is in a dream.

It's a good feeling!

'Reeves has conquered the stadium and scored a brilliant goal against the derby opponent and crushed the opponent so that he completely conquered the hearts of the Lille fans. Dugari is full of envy, and although he has had a successful playing career and won many collective honours, he has never enjoyed the same treatment as a home fan.

'He's only 16 years old and if he doesn't have injuries, he has a bright future.' Odegar, who watched Reeves play for the first time today, also expressed his admiration.

Reeves hugged Forveguet, who was waiting on the sidelines.

"Kill them! You can do it! Reeves said in Fowegay's ear.

"Yes!" Forwegay rushed into the field with confidence.

"Good job, rest well, and leave it to your teammates!" Puel greeted him, hugged Reeves in his arms, patted him on the head and said.

Puel was very happy with Reeves, who would have thought before the game that Lens would be beaten by this kid alone, a goal, an assist, a penalty, two red cards, it's great!

Reeves nodded, walked to the bench, and after high-fives with his teammates and coaches, he sat down in his seat before the applause in the stands stopped.

Although it was a bit regrettable that only one goal was scored, Reeves was still very satisfied to receive such cheers from the fans.

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When Reeves was substituted, Anne also turned off the TV.

"It's boring!"

After speaking, I picked up the magazine on the table and read it, flipping it very fast, and I didn't know what I was reading.

Contenstine stood behind the couch, his eyes closed.

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Not long after he sat down, Reeves got up and found the team doctor.

"Stephen, help me deal with it."

Reeves rolled down his socks and removed the leggings, revealing bruised calves, especially on the inside of the calves, where there were several small wounds with broken skin and bleeding, as well as the location of the ankle, which also scraped off a piece of skin, which was the result of entanglement with the Lens players.

Team Medic Stephen Dodge gasped, "Why didn't you deal with it before?" ”

"I didn't feel it before, but I felt pain when I got out." Reeves smiled sheepishly, and when he was on the court, his attention was so focused on the ball that he didn't feel any pain at all.

Besides, this is not a wound, this is a medal, a medal for a warrior!