Despite George's inquiry, Simon King was too late to answer.

Because with one less person, Vixana's containment tactics were completely ineffective, not only was it impossible to do that again, but even the bus was a little difficult.

Seeing that Porto's two fullbacks have completely stayed in their own half, and their players have to constantly fill in the positions, resulting in dangers inside and outside the penalty area, and the five-minute countdown is about to end, Simon King is worried that the team will not be able to resist the attack, so he has to call out the system again in a hurry.

"System, using the team skill 'Unmoving Defense'."

"Ding! An 8% increase in the team's defensive stats has been activated, and the five-minute countdown has begun. ”

With the use of skills, Wischera temporarily stabilized the situation, but five minutes, fleeting on the football field, Simon King already felt the pressure of losing.

But at this moment, the opponent's head coach Conceisang came over again.

"Little liar, now you know the strength of Porto, right?"

Looking at the self-satisfied old shameless man in front of him, Simon Jin Jian raised his eyebrows and said coldly: "I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen a lot of people who are old and still recognize referees as godfathers." ”

"You're bold!"

Conceição said angrily: "A win is a win, and a loss is a loss!" You're a layman who plays games, what qualifications do you have to judge here? ”

"Of course I'm not qualified, and I don't recognize my godfather."

"You are unreasonable! Disrespect for the elders, waste! ”

In the face of Simon King's angry rebuke, Conceição wanted to leave with a calm face, but he suddenly realized that he had not done his business yet, so he turned around again and said: "In front of me, Conceição, you are a trash!" If I want, I can let you be targeted by the referee every time. ”

"So, you're admitting that you recognize your godfather?" Simon Kim sneered.

"Young man, I advise you to be respectful to me. Now I'm going to give you a chance, if you're willing to announce that you're my student and listen to me in the future, then I'll let you qualify for the Europa League. What do you think? Gratitude, right? ”

With that, Conceição raised his head proudly and looked at Simon King with his chin, looking like he couldn't be beaten.

Simon King was so angry that his heart was bitter, and his mouth was full of bitterness, he spat his phlegm heavily, and said: "You are insulting football, talking to you is simply dirty to my ears!"

"Don't regret giving you face or not!"

Conceição threw a sentence hatefully, and then said as he walked: "I'll give you some color right away!" ”

With that, he went straight to the sidelines.

At this time, the referee Mendes was less than five meters away from him.

So Conceição suddenly shouted: "Go to the penalty area, make a penalty!" ”

Hearing this, the players and referees understood.

Two minutes later, left-back Wendel received the ball on the flank and hoisted it towards the back of the box from a 45-degree position.

Seeing this, Taremi hurriedly rushed in from the right side, and because he kept his head up, he directly collided with Fernandez, who came on as a substitute.

This collision, anyone with a discerning eye knows, it is clear that Fernandez arrived first, and Taremi is the one who hit the person.

But the referee's whistle really blew, and without hesitation, he blew a penalty.

This time, it can make Conceição proud.

He came to Simon King's side again and said, "How is it? This color is okay, right? Of course, as a division commander, I am a generous person. If you kneel down for me now and kiss the instep of my foot in Portugal, then I will save you some face. ”

"Don't you think about it!"

Simon King gritted his teeth, his eyes cracked, and a young impulse began to rush inside him.

"Insult football, insult opponents, insult spectators!"

"Lao Tzu just strangle him!"

As the anger grew, Simon King couldn't help but tremble.

Kong Saisan thought that the other party was frightened by himself, and quickly laughed again: "Don't be afraid, kneel, be my student, I will let you succeed." ”

At this moment, in the stands facing Simon King, a sign was suddenly held high.

It was painted in a very striking red paint with a line of large letters: "Despicable villain Simon King, your existence is to insult football!" ”

"Am I despicable? I insult football? ”

Seeing this, Simon King couldn't hold back any longer, he rushed forward and threw a punch about to strike.

Suddenly, a large strong hand grabbed his forearm.

Ben Yedder shook his head and said: "What is the win or loss of a game?" I'm not afraid to sweep the streets, what reason do you have to lose your temper? ”

But before Simon King could calm down, Confeisan, who had just been about to hide, had already laughed again.

"Hahaha, you coward!"

As he spoke, he straightened his chest in front of him and said proudly, "You fight!" Do you dare? You game-playing waste! ”

"You brute!"

Just when Simon King was about to break away from Ben Yedder and fight with the other party.

In the stands around them, there was a sudden sound of sighing.

Simon King subconsciously looked up and saw that his players were hugging goalkeeper Efu tightly at the moment, obviously the penalty kick was saved by him!

Just as he was about to be happy, he saw that the referee suddenly blew another whistle, and then made the decision to re-penalize.

"What? Why should the penalty be re-imposed? Does this mean that if you don't enter, you can't do it? ”

This time, Ben Yedder was furious: "It's too dark!" It's not a competition at all! ”

But the anger of Ben Yedder and Simon King is useless, and even the whole Vixner bench is screaming, and it will not be useful.

In this moment, Mendes is the god of the playing field, he can do whatever he wants!

"Now, are you convinced?" Conceição came back to his senses, he shook the collar of his shirt, and said this coldly.

……

Inside the Players' Tunnel.

Hilton, the stadium supervisor of this game, has just received a call from Lamela.

After learning the other party's intentions, he quickly hung up the phone, thinking about what to do while anxiously looking for the whistle.

At this time, the referee Mendes has made the decision to re-take the penalty, and the Wischerna, who has nowhere to reason, is also tightly surrounding him.

And Hilton's whistle is like a deliberately hidden phone, and the more he tries to find it, the more it refuses to come out.

After another two minutes, Hilton finally found the whistle.

He hurriedly pushed open the door and ran out, but he hadn't fully thought about what to do next.

On the field, Vicheona received another yellow card for protesting, and even Thomas, who had just come on the field, was warned because of impulsiveness.

Listening to the chaos in the stadium, watching the smug expressions on Porto up and down.

Hilton, who was trotting, suddenly realized that he was not wearing his work ID after walking halfway through, so he returned to his previous office.