Chapter 392: Rolling

"Ah!!h

With a terrible scream, Ronaldo flew up from the turf, smashed back onto the turf, covered the ankle of his right foot, and rolled on the ground in pain.

"Falk !!"

"Blood T!!"

"Black/Oni !!"

When Manchester United fans saw their top brand and idol fall to the ground so miserably, they immediately shouted and cursed, and all kinds of foul words rang out.

The shouts of thousands of people suddenly occupied the Emirates Stadium, and at the same time, all Manchester United fans who watched the live broadcast of the game also jumped up at once, and many contributed remote controls and mice.

And Arsenal fans are not to be outdone...

"Liar!"

"Fake fall!"

"Joker!"

"Shhh

At the end of the shout, there were even more boos, giving it to Ronaldo, who was still rolling on the turf.

Manchester United fans think Alexander Song is malicious and hurtful, while Arsenal fans think Ronaldo is acting, and the fans on both sides argue.

At the same time, on the sidelines, the impatient Ferguson and Arsene Wenger also did it.

"It's time for you to take care of that team! He's a butcher! ”

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Ferguson hurriedly came over with a white face to accuse Wenger, the French were not easy to provoke, and they were not afraid of the old Scottish man, so they waved their hands ignorantly, looking like they rarely argued with him.

Ferguson was enraged by Wenger's attitude and wanted to go over and have a fight with Wenger, but the fourth official had already stopped him.

Seeing that the French ignored him, Ferguson felt that it was not interesting to argue, and the most important thing now was to see how Rossetti decided.

In fact, the reason why Wenger did not pay attention to Ferguson was also focused on the penalty.

"Maliciously hurting people, maliciously hurting people, he directly wants to abolish people!"

"He's out of position, he's just rushing to someone!"

"This action is completely a wound, he has already been passed by Cristiano!"

Ferdinand and the others had already surrounded Rossetti, whispering in his ear and putting pressure on him.

Looking at Ronaldo's rolling appearance, his body arched his upper body and called twice, Wenger's heart was really bottomless.

Ignoring Ferguson was an appearance, but in fact, he was nervous to death, and there was a faint sweat in his hands.

Alexander Song's movements looked a bit big, and Wenger was afraid of seeing the red shadow, so he subconsciously went to look at the big screen.

"It's horrible to see Cristiano's screams, the Arsenal players should be sent off with a red card."

"It's too bad, it's too bad, Alexander Song kicked Cristiano down, malicious foul, absolutely malicious foul!"

"It's so barbaric, how can this foul be tolerated! Red card, straight red card! ”

Chattering rebuke, rebuke to Alexander Song.

Seeing Ronaldo's painful appearance, everyone was extremely disgusted with Alexander Song, an executioner's tone.

While denouncing Alexander Song, they also, like Wenger, replay in slow motion...

"Shhh

With the slow-motion replay, the boos were louder, and the Arsenal fans shouted even louder.

"Portuguese clowns, you're !! enough"

"Liar! Get out of here!! ”

"Dogs can't change ****! Fake Fall!! ”

Cursing resounded in the sky, denouncing Ronaldo.

Alexander Song did kick Ronaldo with his toes, but it was not the ankle position that the Portuguese held, but the face bone, the face bone with the leg guard.

And at that moment, there was no shovel with bright shoe spikes, it was more of a tripping action of interception.

Such an action, in their opinion, cannot make Ronaldo so miserable.

The only explanation is that he was acting, exaggerating the foul in order to deceive the referee's sympathy and exert pressure, just as the United players had done on the pitch before.

Of course, the Arsenal fans were only scolding Ronaldo, not the referee, because Rossetti was aware of everything.

Unaffected by the pressure from the Manchester United players, after asking the linesman, Rossetti gave Alexander Song a yellow card in the shortest possible time.

"Yellow card?!"

Ferguson, who was still waiting for Rossetti's red card, was dumbfounded and cried out in disbelief.

His pupils visibly narrowed, and his face seemed to be congested, and he turned red, "Damn, bastard, he just got a yellow card, a yellow card!" ”

Nervousness and impatience finally made the tough old Scottish man explode, scolded him all the time, and walked to the fourth official to protest.

He didn't watch it in slow motion and didn't need to.

He only knew that his team members had fallen to the ground and were kicked down by the opposing team, and on such an occasion, he was still screaming so badly, he had to give an explanation.

It's a pity that the old man just got a few meaningless and official words of comfort...

"Mr. Alex, please calm down first, I can record any opinions you have, but please respect our current judgment."

'Damn, a bunch of bastards, a bunch of bastards! ’

Getting such a reply, Ferguson's anger was even greater, but there was no way, this is not the Premier League, this is Europe, and those bastards are probably desperate.

Ferguson had nowhere to vent in his heart, so he could only turn around and glare at Wenger fiercely, and 'vent' his anger on Wenger.

And for this, Wenger doesn't care, Alexander Song is not sent off, it is the most important thing, and everything else is secondary.

And the more angry the other party is, the more he suffers, and the better it is for himself.

For those who study economics, there is still a sense of generosity in this point.

Now he finally understood what it was like for those people to complain about him. Nervous, but secretly happy.

That's right, that's how it feels, it's too familiar, but this time, it's yourself who enjoys it, and it's the other party who is 'devastated'.

Arsene Wenger felt the misconception of the sunny weather.

Countless times, when the opponent found that he couldn't stop his teammates from attacking, he also used the other party's own moves like Alexander Song just now.

Foul people and use the simplest and roughest way to stop their own players.

But it works every time, especially Manchester United and Chelsea, Alex Ferguson and Jose Mourinho.

They are good at planning Arsenal's attacking rhythm, and it is in this way that they constantly create small frictions and constantly disrupt the game.

Arsene Wenger has suffered a lot, and he has lost a lot of grace.

But this time, it's finally made up, and this kind of sourness is really inexplicably enjoyable.

In this life, there is really a little guilt and joy, which can be regarded as happy and complete.

Now Arsene Wenger has been feeling like this, this feeling for a long time.

Long-lost bloodiness, long-lost tenacity, long-lost tenacity...

All of this, with the collapse of the team's lineup, ceased to exist, and now it has finally reappeared.

If it weren't for the fact that the game was not over, Wenger really wanted to laugh a few times and vent the joy in his heart as he did when he was young.

And Arsene Wenger was happy, but on Manchester United's side, from Ferguson to the fans, from the fans to the players, they all felt blocked.

When Ronaldo saw that Rossetti just gave Alexander Song a yellow card, he was unwilling, and he is still sitting on the turf, staring at Rossetti like a child.

Rossetti knew his displeasure with himself and protested in this way.

But Rossetti also has a way, and in this regard, he has the hypocrisy peculiar to Italians, "Cristiano, do you need me to call you a team doctor for you?" ”

“what!?”

Dissatisfied with the hand asked, Ronaldo frowned puzzled, looking at Rossetti.

In fact, he had already made the sound of 'blood T' in his heart, but there was no way, at this time, Ronaldo had to get up and show that he was okay with his actions.

At this time, if the team doctor is allowed to play again, it will be a delay in time.

After Ronaldo relieved the pain caused by that hard injury, there was no need to let the team doctor play, naturally he didn't want them.

After taking two steps, Ronaldo dealt with the free-kick.

And at this moment, seeing Ronaldo standing in front of the ball unharmed, and being able to take a free kick, Arsenal fans quit...

"Shhh

There was a lot of boos, and there was a lot of noise. is not only mocking Ronaldo's acting, but also putting pressure on the Portuguese.

And for this scene, Ronaldo doesn't care, he has experienced wind and waves, he doesn't care about all this.

If that rolling can get Alexander Song off the pitch, Ronaldo is willing to roll a few more times, let one or two more Arsenal players go off, especially the one who takes his free kick out of the field with a number six.

With him, this 'weak' Arsenal is really like a cannon made of steel.

Not only hard, but also quite threatening and deterrent.

Xiang Hao gave the ball to Van Persie, who kicked it out as soon as possible.

It wasn't an aimless pass, but a play to the right, and Walcott was already in that area.

"The-Ao!"

“gogogogogo!”

The Arsenal fans were excited, roaring wildly, and with Walcott's dribbling, they kept reverberating.

"Arsenal fight back!"

"There are only three people in the Manchester United defence!"

"Opportunity, opportunity!"

"Manchester United are in danger!"

The situation changed dramatically, and a free kick by Manchester United suddenly turned into an attacking opportunity for Arsenal to counterattack!

Like a tiger, Theo Walcott sprinted straight through the centre circle and into the heart of Manchester United.

Unfortunately, Walcott couldn't get rid of Evra in the first step and was chased by the opponent, but at the same time, Vidic did not lose his position.

The two of them forced Walcoat to cut into the inside line, and the little tiger did not dare to rashly confront Vidic.

This is Walcott's weakness, the little tiger is superior, relying more on his own speed, once the space is suppressed, his power is greatly reduced.

In the limelight, Walcott drove all the way, but he was never able to get rid of Manchester United's pressure on the players, so he could only go straight all the way.

Soon, Walcott brought the ball to the vicinity of the penalty area, Vidic covered him all the time, and there was no chance to cut inside, and Walcourt decisively gave up the one-on-one knife.

As he went, his right foot flung out, and a huge arc came out, fast and fierce.

It's just too fierce...

"Phew, Nicholas!"

"The pace is wrong, the speed can't keep up!"

"There's no one at the back point!"

Seeing that Bendtner barely stretched out his foot to hook, but he didn't get it, the ball went straight to the other side, and he sighed regretfully.

Wenger, who was frowning, turned around regretfully, and his eyes stayed on the bench...