"Tick ......"

As Thomas was knocked into the air, the referee blew the iron horn as soon as possible.

Immediately afterward, he strode up to Carmo and held a yellow card above his head.

Calmo shook his head awkwardly and smiled incomprehensibly as he walked back, even outstretching his hands to indicate that he hadn't fouled at all.

But where will the thorn gang of Vixerna let him get cheap and behave?

Claudemere rushed at the moment, followed by Julio.

The two of them stood directly in front of Carmo, literally pressed against each other's chests.

Just when the whole audience thought that a clash was about to happen, Claudemere, who looked like he was going to rush up to theorize, suddenly picked up the ball and put it back down, and then kicked it out directly.

"Free kick quick!"

"Holy! This is too shady! ”

In the TV broadcast room, the host was shocked by the scene in front of him.

But before his screams stopped, Camille had already won the ball on the flanks and was already running to the air!

The Braga players woke up like a dream, and even the referee didn't expect this kind of operation, so they quickly chased after him.

But Camille's speed is a double 16, and this old brother can run unguarded, which can be compared to Ricardo.

In an instant, Camille took the ball and came to the edge of the big penalty area, and Teksera, who couldn't run, had been waiting for a long time.

Although Braga's right central defender Toment was already defending at the first time, but under this sudden attack, he couldn't play much role in a small area with one enemy and two enemies.

Looking at Tyxella, who was asking for the ball, Camille got his foot up and plugged it straight.

The ball flew past Toment's feet on the turf and rolled halfway between the big and small penalty areas.

Tyxela arrives and shoots the ball with his left foot!

The ball hit the bottom corner of the far post hard and went in again!

Two to zero!

"In! Entered! Entered! ”

"Braga is vulnerable, and Teksaila has descended from the sky!"

In fact, there is no need for live commentary organization, the fans in the stands have gone crazy again.

They waved their team scarves and shouted Texella's name.

"Teksera!"

"Teksera!"

"You're a real genius, you're the best on the pitch!"

At this moment, the Vizela Stadium completely forgot about Shaomu, they were excited, they were excited, they praised Texela, and they did not forget to shout Simon King's name.

"Simon King, you are the God of Vixanna!"

In the dugout, Cassiano laughed, as if he was happier than he had scored.

He rushed straight to Tyxela as he ran over, hugging him tightly.

"You taught me this footwork!" Looking at Cassiano's happy face, Teksela was excited.

Cassiano touched the other man's head heavily, and then pulled him directly into the crowd.

Seeing the team's forwards so close, the fans were very moved.

After all, these are two players who are in a competitive relationship, after all, Cassiano has always been the main force of the team.

"Selfless Cassiano, you will always be the best striker in our hearts!"

Hearing the compliments from the fans, Cassiano looked at them gratefully, then tapped his chest and shouted, "We are a team!" We are Vixna! ”

"Vichena!"

A neat shout, a shout from 6,000 fans.

At this moment, they and the players really became one.

At this moment, they began to believe in the legend of the Best Twelve.

Simon King was happy, of course, but he didn't celebrate.

He quickly ran into the celebratory crowd and pulled Wilson and Claude Mill out.

"Brothers, the first half is over in a few minutes. I guess they're going to go crazy and you have to be careful with your crosses, especially Ricardo. ”

"Isn't his cross bad?" Wilson asked, puzzled.

"No, no, no! He's very good at crossing, and if it wasn't for Marco Paul, we might have conceded the ball. ”

"Yes sir, we'll be careful."

On the other side, Braga's coaches are staring at Simon King's every move with hateful eyes.

"Despicable!"

"Villain!"

"You dead little white face playing games, what the hell are you going to do but steal?!"

Having watched Simon King's previous games, it is natural for Cavalgliar to remember that the opposition scored a similar goal last season.

It was Simon King's first game against derby rivals Guimaraes.

At that time, Vichena's midfield star Shaomu was kicked down by the opposing player.

Then their left-back Kiki, also took advantage of the fact that everyone thought it was a foul, and took the ball past the midfield and eventually scored a goal.

"If Kiki's goal, I can still regard it as a stroke of genius for the player, then now that this situation has occurred again, I can only say that all this must have been arranged by you Simon King, you are a fucking villain, and you don't know what it means to be above board!"

Thinking of this, Cavalgliar couldn't help but think of the four goals scored by Vischner in the last game.

"Every goal is stolen, and a complete organizational attack has not been played, and it is not martial arts at all! It's just a villain! I'm! ”

Cavaliaar's eyes were like electricity, and Simon King seemed to be aware of it.

He turned his head to meet the other man's eyes and couldn't help but smile.

This time, it can be regarded as completely infuriating Cavalial.

"You shameless thing, you dare to laugh at me!"

In a fit of rage, Cavalgliar lost his mind, and like a bullied child, he rushed straight away.

"You're shameless! You're a thief! ”

In the face of the enemy's coach's rebuke, Simon King was unprepared.

But he quickly reacted and immediately replied: "And then? ”

"And then?"

Cavaliaar was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to reply.

"That's not right, isn't he supposed to be scolding me?"

But before Cavaliaar could react, Simon King had already walked aggrievedly towards the fourth official.

"Sir, the other coach scolded me, and he wanted to hit someone!"

"When did I want to hit someone!"

Cavaliaar was even more annoyed, explaining as he went to grab Simon King's collar.

Simon King saw the referee who was coming, so he quickly screamed and fell backwards on the grass.

"Tick! Backbite...... Tick ......"

The referee's whistle sounded urgently.

"Cavalial, I warn you, don't mess with my match!"

Although facing the referee, Cavallar was completely enraged by Simon Kim's exaggerated acting skills at this time.

He roared angrily, "What did I mess with! I didn't even touch him! ”

Yellow!

The referee didn't want to talk nonsense with him at all, so he directly took out the yellow card and said with a calm face: "If you say one more word, you will be punished!" ”

"I ......"

Cavalljar was about to argue, but luckily an assistant who chased him pulled him away.

Simon King stood up slowly and said: "It's still handsome, if you can't kick the ball, you can hit someone, it's really shameless." ”

"Shame on you!"

Cavaliar was so angry that he forcibly broke free of his assistant's pull and wanted to come back again.

Fortunately, the referee stood between the two in a hurry, and snorted coldly: "Do you really want to go out?" ”