Rush forward, retreat and defend, grab the midfield, and build a high wall......

The players were sweating profusely.

With two minutes to go into stoppage time, the two teams were in a tight formation on the pitch like a river, swinging around. From time to time, Corboni stared at his watch, his head bobbing to the rhythm of the formation's movements from side to side. He was in a hurry, and he pointed to the cheap watch on his wrist and shouted to his teammates, "Watch the time." ”

Ninety minutes have passed, and the assistant referee holds up the black electronic board: three minutes.

Absolutely reasonable three minutes, but I don't know what Coach Corboni is dissatisfied with, I saw him standing on the boundary line, his mouth kept babbling. This scene was clearly captured by the on-site videographer. The commentator joked: "It seems that Coach Corboni thinks that stoppage time is too long?" Another continued: "Maybe I'm worried that one point will become zero." Hehe. ”

After more than 91 minutes of battling between the two teams, Valencia's magical No. 11 finally appeared in a bad form, slowing down with the ball and deflecting the ball. It was this move that deviated from the ball, and it turned out to be the climax before the ending.

No. 11 made a mistake, captain Fiske firmly blocked the way of the ball, and the No. 9 enemy striker who was about to receive the ball was unexpected. Time was really running out, Fiske saw that Carbine, Squirrel and other good frontcourt players had already started, and gave Big Foot, excellent quality, unexpectedly excellent.

In two seconds, the change was too fast, and the Valencia team changed from attack to defense. The backcourt members retreated in a panic and retreated. Captain Fiske breathed a sigh of relief as the ball was taken down by the squirrel. The rhythm of the second hand does not stop because of who wins the ball, and the squirrel looks for someone and gives the ball. The attacking team took the ball, and after giving the ball a second, he was tackled by the enemy defender and stumbled, Cabine received the ball, the winner won the ball, and the referee signaled to continue.

If you attack fast, the enemy will retreat quickly, and in seconds, Valencia's entire team will retreat to the end. The box was packed with players from both sides. Kabine can't run anymore, not because his body is slipping, but because there are too many players in the middle of the range, and there is no room to play wildly.

"Give the side, give the side, everyone pull away and look for opportunities." Captain Fisk, who was already in front of the assault, commanded.

Kabine stuffed the ball on the wing and immediately rushed into the box, even though there were too many players in the box, friend or foe. But Carbine's movement was so nimble that the enemy guards who wanted to stalk him were too quick to keep up. The full-back took the ball and just wanted to pass a high ball and hoist it into the box, but Kabine swam to less than five meters from the full-back and said to the full-back: "Give it a short one, fast!" ”

The short plug passes, and the ball is already in the foot.

It's at the feet of Kabine. Seeing this, Coach Corboni said to his assistant coach, "Damn, what does he want to do?" Wouldn't it be better to get a team-mate to top the ball in a cross? The assistant coach gave a helpless look, and Coach Corboni was even more annoyed.

Kirbyne holds the ball firmly and sets up the attack. When the enemy guard comes, Kabine changes direction and knocks the ball to the right, the enemy follows to the right, and Kabine instantly changes direction to the left, and the enemy follows to the left. Wonderful fighting methods. But the enemy guard had already hooked the ball, and Carbine pushed the ball and flashed, and the ball passed, but the man did not. The man has fallen and fallen in the restricted area.

The whole stadium suddenly seemed to explode with more than a dozen cauldrons.

"Is it a penalty? Will there be a slamout for Granada? The on-site commentator was on his feet.

The Granada bench was led by Coach Corboni and the crowd shouted: "Penalty, it's a penalty!" ”

The referee did not disappoint everyone at the scene, blew the whistle to signal a timeout, and he gave the verdict: give the Valencia goalkeeper the kick-off. After this decision, the referee walked up to Carbine and said: "Don't play tricks, you know? You already have a yellow card. This is the first warning. Carbine couldn't believe that the referee thought he had faked a fall, held his head in his hands, and hurriedly explained to the referee: "The opponent really hooked my foot, really!" And the teammates were incredulous and shouted at the referee: "It can't be a fake fall, this is a penalty." If you don't believe me, ask the assistant referee on the bottom line. ”

The referee replied to his half-crazy teammates: "The assistant referee on the bottom line just told me that it was not a penalty. ”

At this time, Coach Corboni was almost all crazy and shouted: "Obvious misjudgment! A clear miscalculation! Damn it! Commentator Tong Guò saw the scene on video and added: "Valencia escaped, but Coach Corboni's team can't be killed, he is in a lot of rage, and it seems that his players will not be able to take a comfortable shower when they return to the dressing room." His partner plugged in: "Maybe I'll it tomorrow, hehe!" ”

An irretrievable situation, an irretrievable penalty.

Valencia's goalkeeper was slow for a goal kick. Undoubted delaying tactics. The ball flew out, and in three seconds, the whistle sounded, and the game ended, and the two teams made a peace. Coach Corboni angrily left the dugout and walked first to the locker room. The two teams shook hands with each other on the pitch, and led by captain Fiske, Kabine and his teammates clapped their hands and thanked the fans for their enthusiastic support.

Mr. Haas, who was still in the VIP seat, clapped his hands, and he gave half of this tribute to Kirbine, and said to himself, "Good boy, I really didn't mistake you at first. But Mr. Haas also knew that the battle for Kabine had only just begun.

Kirbine returned to the locker room. The atmosphere in the locker room was not lifeless, but it was not far from feeling like a defeat. Captain Fiske has not yet returned to the dressing room, and he gave a post-match interview to reporters in the exit channel, believing that he will not leave [Kabine] and [Is that a penalty?] Something like that. Coach Corboni has not yet spoken, just quietly watching the video of the game just now.

Kabiné sat in his dressing position, took off his sweat-soaked No. 15 jersey, looked down at his two mud-soaked boots on the spikes, and silently drank his drink. He really wanted to talk to a teammate and talk about the so-called [fake fall] just now.

"It wasn't a fake, it was a penalty. I know. No! I'm sure! "The squirrel's words are on point, hitting Kabine's heart accurately.

Kabine looked up and said, "Am I unlucky?" ”

The squirrel shook his head and said, "No! It's the bad luck of our whole team! ”

Kabine smiled bitterly: "If I hadn't fouled at the beginning, the score would have been 2:1 and we would have won." ”

The squirrel shook his head again and said, "As soon as the final whistle blows, there is nothing [if] in the game." ”

Kirbine didn't continue, and drank his drink quietly, as did the squirrel. The two of them were exhausted, and it seemed that this was it.

Captain Fisk returned to the locker room, and the first thing he did was to pour a drink wildly, and he was not happy. After pouring it, a long tune came out of his throat: "Ah~~~~~~~~~." Then he looked at Kabine and gave him a thumbs up gesture. Kabine responded with the same gesture.

The players suddenly looked up in what seemed to be order, and it was Coach Corboni who was about to speak.

Coach Corboni crossed his arms and swept his eyes across his players. After twenty-one seconds, he opened his mouth: "Don't stress how hard you try, I'm not blind." Don't feel guilty about making mistakes, I can see it clearly. Don't tell me how strong the opponent is, so we have a hard time keeping the peace. In the world of football, there is no such nonsense as "the opponent is too strong to score", I hope you will think about it carefully. There's nothing else, everyone can take a shower and change clothes. With that, he walked away.

After Coach Corboni spoke, Captain Fiske clapped his hands and shouted: "Okay! Go for it! Keep up the good work! "My teammates woke up from Coach Corboni's words, and so did Carbine. The teammates began to do their own things, some were changing their equipment, some were eating fragrant meatloaf, some were taking a good shower, and some were asking the masseur to soothe their calf muscles. Hearing the phone ringing from his sweatpants pocket, Kirbine pulled out the phone tiredly, looked at the caller ID and said:

"Hey, Mr. Haas."

"Well, it's me. Did Coach Corboni finish speaking? ”

"It's over, the coach didn't say much, I think he's mad."

"Really didn't focus on a few words?"

"What do you really mean is that he criticized or praised me by name?"

"That's right! Have it? ”

"No, I didn't say a word, and walked away after a few words of collective training."

"Oh, that's it." Mr. Haas seemed to be thinking about something on the other end of the line.

"Anything else? Mr. Haas? ”

"Oh! Well, no, after the team is disbanded, you go home and have a good rest, and I will ask you to have dinner tomorrow. Mr. Haas said.

"Okay. Also, I may have been recuperating from the injury for too long, and I don't feel like I'm in good shape for today's game. ”

"That's for sure. Young people, take your time, the more anxious you are, the easier it is to make mistakes. ”

"Got it, Mr. Haas. Finally, thank you for coming to my game. ”

"Huh! You're welcome, I'm your agent. Don't talk about it, see you tomorrow, bye. ”

"Bye, see you tomorrow." Kabine put down his phone and walked to the bathroom, ready to take a shower.

Every scene of yesterday's game did not appear in Kabine's dreams, maybe the dream was blank, maybe there was no dream at all. Last night, Kabine returned to his new home, didn't care about the, fell asleep, and slept well.

When I woke up from a good night's sleep, it was already nine o'clock. He touched his belly and realized that he had woken up hungry.

Carbiné opened the door of the refrigerator, and it was miraculously filled with food, some of which was French food. Kirby said inwardly: Mr. Haas, that old fellow, thoughtful old fellow. He brought a lot of goodies and put them on the table. While eating, I played on the computer, and while eating, my hand pressed the computer, and my mouth and hands were suddenly busy.

In a report on the Internet about last night's game, Kabine wanted to look it up:

[Granada's rising star Carbine surprises Kamenez]

【Missing penalty at the Carmenez Stadium】

【Valencia Team Thanksgiving Night】

[Fake fall? Penalty kick? 】……

There are all kinds of titles. Carbine wanted to peruse all of them, and in a few seconds Mr. Haas called.

"Hey, good morning. Did you sleep well? ”

"Good morning, Mr. Haas. Had a good night's sleep last night and woke up to find the fridge full of food. ”

"Hahaha, that's my 'masterpiece'. Hope you like it. ”

"Of course I like it, thank you!"

"Have you read today's report?"

"I'm reading the text, what's wrong?"

"Some of them are praised, some are stepped on, and some are not stepped on. Hmph, interesting. Mr. Haas said with a smile.

"Whatever, I can just play."

"Young man, you underestimate the pens of the media, their pens can give birth to a bundle of bills."

"Oh? Really......" Carbine asked stupidly.