What an uproar!

This time, there was no more controversy.

After watching the video over and over again, all the media, industry insiders, and folk experts watched the video over and over again, and the answers were surprisingly unified.

The referee decided the direction of the whole game!

Whether it's the number of jù, the final result, or the background of the game that is obvious to the discerning person at a glance, there are plenty of reasons to make their point.

In particular, Kaiserslautern's indomitable expression in the second half easily won everyone's sympathy, and the injustice he received in the first half was invisibly magnified and affected the whole game.

In this case, no matter what position you stand, you don't dare to commit a crime against the wind and come up with the word "no".

Including the Muni black media, Bayern FC, are trying to distance themselves from the relationship, so as not to be quickly blackened.

The super dark horse that the whole of Europe is paying attention to was hacked like this by the referee, and the damage is obviously the image of the entire German football. The price is too great for anyone to bear the consequences alone!

Aware of this, the chairman of the referee committee, who received a phone call from German Chancellor Helmut Kohl, did not hesitate to quickly announce the current situation.

The referee on duty was suspended from external affairs and placed under investigation.

To be honest, the announcement of the decision so quickly was indeed a bit unexpected by the media. According to their understanding, a German society, where everything has to go through procedures, should not be so efficient.

The occurrence of the situation in front of them made everyone sigh and secretly frightened.

The little-known small town promotion horse actually has such a great influence!

FC Bayern Munihe, President's Office.

"Who the hell did it?"

Rummenigge slammed his fist on the desk, and a pile of essays scattered, floating in mid-air. Fall to the ground slowly.

Hoeness's mood was the same as that of this pile of texts, and after experiencing the process of flying with a flying spirit, he landed on the hard marble floor.

How so?

"It was the idea of your eldest son, Jonelli"?

Or?

"Is it me who is not well supervised and let him do whatever he wants"?

Or?

"Chairman, you are discouraged, I shouldn't have investigated your head"?

Rummenigge's eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice sharpened. "What do you mean? You know, can't speak? ”

Hoeness raised his head with difficulty, looked at his eyes that were about to breathe fire, and then slowly lowered his head again.

"Really?" Rummenigge's voice was a little flustered, and his hand pressed tightly against the table trembled slightly.

"Yes." As if he had made up his mind, Hoeness lowered his head. But soon, his head was raised again, "The eldest prince is on vacation in Paris, and no one should suspect him." ”

"Yes. Yes, that makes sense! I can't suspect it, it's all the, it's doubting me! As if someone had been hollowed out all at once, Rummenigge slumped in his chair and his voice became weak.

The phone on the table rang at the right time, and the two of them were shocked at the same time.

"Pick it up." Rummenigge closed his eyes, and the green tendons on his forehead slowly disappeared. The face turned pale.

Hoeness's face was not good-looking, and after picking up the phone. It quickly became more distorted, and after a bunch of "yes yes yes", he tried to hand the phone to Rummenigge, but found that the other party's eyes were still not open, so he had to give up. replied: "Mr. Chairman just went out!" ”

Hanging up the phone, Hoeness froze. Only then did he stop feeling dizzy, "His Majesty Franz has finished the meeting and is rushing to the club, which is expected to arrive in two hours." ”

"Tell me about it, such a stupid act. How did he elude to come up with it? Rummenigge clasped his forehead in both hands and rubbed his temples with his thumb.

"After all, the eldest prince is young, and it is normal to be a little arrogant. I've always told him that this kind of thing should be done as soon as possible, but he didn't listen, saying that he would wait until the other party was fluttering, and then "Hoeness calmed down a little and explained in detail,

Before he finished speaking, he was rudely interrupted by the other party, "In the previous parkour competition, that guy named Lu Kui was his friend, right?" ”

"Yes. No one has talked about that matter anymore, and it shouldn't have a negative impact. Hoeness looked sad and secretly complained in his heart.

"Yes, no one mentioned it again! Why didn't he go by himself and let people beat him back? Rummenigge's anger grew and he reached for the phone on the table.

"The eldest prince didn't bring a mobile phone" Hoeness's lips turned blue, as if he had turned on the air-conditioned room, and still couldn't stop the cold snap that went south last night.

"In the evening game, tell Trapattoni in advance, shout to those guys who talk a lot of nonsense, speak honestly, and be grabbed Don't blame me for turning my face and not recognizing people" Rummenigge leaned back, closed his eyes, and his voice became lower and lower.

"Actually, yesterday's game was only a little bit in the first half"

Hoeness tried to speak, but before he could finish, he was interrupted again.

"There's a fart! The prime minister has called, is there still room for negotiation? ”

"I mean, will the second half be deliberate, Kaiserslautern"

"What do you mean?" Rummenigge opened his eyes suddenly, staring straight at the other.

"The eldest prince will not be so reckless, it should be Gutierrez who is dizzy, so he will continue to do so." A hint of cunning flashed in Hoeness's eyes, and he quickly blinked twice before continuing to explain, "The result, you see the result. In the second half, they weren't focused on equalising, which seems normal on the surface, but in fact, if they equalize or overtake, it will have such a big impact? ”

"Also, that Brazilian, as long as he gets a yellow card, he won't be able to play in the next round of the league. So, in the second half, they applied for yellow cards one by one. As a result, he went off the field with a red card first, and then continued to conflict, with a bunch of yellow cards, but no one had two yellows and one red, or directly played with a red card! ”

"What have they lost? What else is there besides the score? ”

"What did they get? Sympathy from all over Europe, a call from the German Chancellor! ”

Beckenbauer, Rummenigge, Hoeness.

The three of them sat in an empty conference room, the doors and windows closed, and no one else.

Hoeness didn't dare to hide anything, even when he saw that Rummenigge's face was not good.

Beckenbauer's face sank like water, as if he had no anger on his face, and his hand was on his chin that was raised, which made his eyes squint slightly, which made people feel chills in the bottom of his heart.

The posture and facial expression that have not changed, when talking about Kaiserslautern may have lost the game on purpose, his arm suddenly lowered, his eyes suddenly opened, and the sharp light in it made the storyteller Hoeness pause and stumble twice before he finished speaking.

On the contrary, it was Rummenigge, as if he had suddenly gained inspiration, and his voice suddenly became confident, "Match-fixing? Are they playing match-fixing? Can? ”

"Yes, in that case, do you have the courage to stand up together and admit to manipulating the game?"

Beckenbauer's voice was cold, and his face did not turn to him.

Rummenigge's face quickly turned pale, and his heaving chest did not dare to be too large, so he could only speed up his breathing rate, which made him look like a patient who was about to have a heart attack.

"What do you think?" Hoeness sensed the smell of gunpowder about to bloom in the air, and was even more cautious.

"Interesting. According to you, it was Rehhagel who commanded his disciples, cooperated with the referees, and put on a show in front of the entire European audience? Beckenbauer's voice became interesting, as if he was facing not a crisis PR crisis, but an opening scene.

"Rehhagel? That stubborn old man shouldn't have such a flexible mind! Hoeness's eyes lit up, and two words crossed his mind.

Insidious?

"Who do you think?" Beckenbauer apparently already had the answer, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he leaned back in his chair.

“Mo？” Hoeness didn't dare to relax at all, and cooperated with the acting to give the answer.

"If you know, why do you ask me?" Beckenbauer was clearly not satisfied with this answer, or, just the one who said it.

"What are you going to do with this?" Rummenigge had been silent for a long time, and when he spoke again, his voice was a little harsh.

"Ionelli came and I talked to him. The rest, depending on his attitude. (To be continued......)