Mirasol's attacking trident is very active.

To be sure, Mirasol's attack was not for nothing. The trio of Sousa, Malacquias and Roberto all have the ability to attack with the ball, run actively, cooperate tacitly, cross and change positions frequently, and run very smoothly.

And the overall style of play of the team is also very tikitaka, the ball is always in motion, and the players are always in the constant running.

The overall tactics of Brazilian football are not as advanced as those of Western Europe. Most teams, including some of the so-called giants, are still stuck in the football of individual heroism where the stars solve problems alone. Therefore, it seems that Mirasol's style of play is like a clear stream, impacting the rotten backwater of old Brazilian football.

Ask the spring to be as clear as promised, for there is a source of living water! Mirasol is like a clear spring, the flowing water is not rotten, the hub is not beetle, the ball is constantly passing and transferring, like a trickle, a trickle, moisturizing things silently, constantly penetrating into the goal of DB.

And the DB teenagers who were already panicked had a sense of powerlessness in the face of the opponent's softest kick.

They were full of resentment, full of angry power. I really want to swing my fist hard to vent the frustration and anger in my heart. But the opponent's attack was like flowing water, and without a little force, all the punches he hit were missed.

The ball keeps running at the opponent's feet, DB teenagers want to grab, fight, but they can't match the point at all, and finally have physical contact, and the opposing player will be like a weak girl, unable to stand half the force, a little squeezed and leaned, will fall to the ground, rolling back and forth.

The home fans would erupt in deafening boos and invective, and then the blind referee would indiscriminately award the ball to the opponent.

After repeating it many times, the anger of the DB teenagers became stronger and stronger, and their rebellious mentality became stronger and stronger. As long as there is a confrontation, you will give me a foul? Well, I'll show you a real foul!

As a result, the players of the DB team gradually began to act roughly, and they would exert their strength when they fought physically, and they no longer paid attention to proportion, as if they were kicking the opponent down, which was their current preferred way to vent.

For a time, chickens and dogs jumped on the court, and all kinds of flying shovels, collisions, and pulls emerged in endlessly. If it was said that the Mirasol players fell to the ground just now and had a lot of performance elements, then now they are really knocked to the ground.

In the angry shouts of tens of thousands of spectators at home, the referee did not relent, and showed 4 yellow cards to DB successively.

The first half was not over yet, and DB had already paid the price for one red card and six yellow cards. More than half of the main players have yellow cards, and if this continues, sooner or later someone will be sent off again.

Gao Yuan watched in the stands in shock, for fear that after a certain collision, the blind referee, who was not easy to use, would impulsively take out the red card from his pocket again.

I have been sent to the stands, if another player is sent off the field, their young players will definitely collapse mentally, young and frivolous under their impulse, what kind of actions they will make, it is really impossible to predict, maybe, it is not impossible to stage a full martial arts, and beat the referee!

In a hurry, he yelled in the stands, trying to remind his players to calm down, but he didn't know how to roar, and his voice was wrapped in the shouts of tens of thousands of fans, and not even a trace of it reached the stadium.

What to do? High as an ant on a pot.

That's right, call!

Gao Yuan quickly dialed Old Baal's mobile phone.

However, this old-school Brazilian coach, in order not to interfere with the game, actually threw his mobile phone into the locker room!

Gao Yuan dialed Liu Jindong's phone again, but unfortunately, the court was noisy, and he didn't hear the phone ringing.

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Hit Han Peng's ····· again

Finally, I finally got through to Periati's phone.

Thank God!

Gao Yuan decided that after this game, he must promulgate a discipline: all members of the coaching staff must keep their mobile phones open 24 hours a day, and the volume must be turned on to the maximum!

"Hey, boss!"

"Remind the players to calm down!"

"What you say, I can't hear clearly!"

"I said calm down!"

"It's so noisy! You loud up"

"I said tell the players to calm down !!" Gao Yuan could only shout hysterically.

"Hear me! Coach Balista is already doing this! But it doesn't work! ”

After Gao was away from the field, he was commanded by old Baal.

"Then remind me, just say I said it!"

Gao Yuan is roaring heartbreakingly. Suddenly, there was a sharp whistle in his ears, which shook Gao Yuan's ears and almost deaf, and when he looked back, he saw a Brazilian fan wearing a Mirasol team uniform holding a long vuvuzula, stretched out to the mobile phone next to Gao Yuan's ear, and held his breath and blew hard.

"The coach of the DB team, he's calling his doglegs, come and stop him!"

Someone next to him shouted at the others in the stands.

whatthe！ %￥#&······

Gao Yuan watched more and more fans of the home team with vuvuzula gather around him, and began to play and sing desperately. The whistle was deafening to his ears!

For a moment, apart from the loud noise of Vuvuzula, nothing could be heard in heaven and earth, let alone what Periati was shouting on the other end of the phone.

"Don't you care?" Gao Yuan yelled at the two sturdy security guards beside him.

"What?" The two guys were also annoyed by the argument and covered their ears with their hands.

"Did I say I don't care?"

"We are a free country, and it is everyone's freedom to blow vuvuzula," the home security guard said disdainfully.

“······”

What you say makes sense, but what's the matter with your grinning teeth and the painful appearance of being noisy!

On the side of the pitch, Periatti discussed with several members of the coaching staff, and everyone shouted together towards the pitch:

"Calm down! Director Gao is calling, let you calm down! Don't foul! Or go back and kick your shares! ”

According to the rules of the football competition, only one person can stand in the command area on the sidelines, but there is no rule that the bench cannot shout into the field.

One person's voice was limited, but the shouting of a group of people was impactful, and soon, the DB teenagers on the field all heard the shouts coming from the bench.

Gao Yuan's name has an absolute deterrent effect on the teenagers. Although it is impossible to be calm, at least everyone does not dare to foul indiscriminately, and the action is much more restrained.

In the stands, the ears were about to be deafened by the dozens of vuvuzula around him, and he was relieved to see that the players began to pay attention to their movements, and after looking at the table below, there were about 10 minutes left, and they could go to halftime and make adjustments by themselves.

However, he soon found that the players' movements were restrained, but it did not mean that their mentality had adjusted. On the contrary, the hands and feet seem to be more restrained.

Because of the deliberate avoidance of confrontation, the defensive movements began to deform, and it always seemed to be half a beat slower on the court.

These fools·····

Gao Yuan subconsciously took out his mobile phone, but the vuvuzula around his ear suddenly increased by n decibels, forcing him to give up the immature idea of making a phone call.

Damn, noise pollution! Isn't Brazil's Environmental Protection Agency coming to investigate?

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