"Danger!"

"On the landing point of football, Chen Yufeng and Guerrero, see who can win this ball!"

Guerrero hesitated! He didn't push the ball directly with his chest, but slowed down and prepared to lift his feet! Chen Yufeng stopped the ball in front with his chest! ”

"It was a very good opportunity, so suddenly! José Fonte shouldn't have made such a mistake! ”

"The flame of hope in Portugal has fallen into the ice cave again!"

“……”

On the pitch, everything happens in a flash.

Chen Yufeng used his chest to stop the football directly in front of him, and he defeated his fear at this moment, and he was not afraid of being shot in the head by Guerrero, which was the key to his ability to control the ball.

The psychological qualities are the key points that affect the player's performance.

Chen Yufeng's first goal today relied on calmness to score.

This can be regarded as a soft power of Chen Yufeng, and it is the ability he has exercised in more than ten years of stumbling.

If he were to rate it himself, it would be at least a legendary skill.

"Bang!"

Chen Yufeng passed the ball to De Bruyne with a kick and then quickly stepped forward.

At the moment, there is only one defender left in the Portuguese backfield, Bruno.

He suddenly fell into a dilemma, not knowing whether to keep an eye on Chen Yufeng or De Bruyne first, so he could only keep retreating.

"Bang!"

De Bruyne's next pass directly penetrated him and created a chance for Chen Yufeng to score a single goal!

Single Knife!

This is an absolute threat opportunity!

Chen Yufeng quickly rushed towards Patricio with the ball, and he was absolutely confident to complete this one-knife shot and hit the ball into the door of Portugal!

"Beep!"

At this moment, an untimely whistle suddenly sounded.

Chen Yufeng thought it was a wild whistle for the fans in the stands at first, but then he heard the regretful complaints of the Belgian fans noisy.

"What?!"

Chen Yufeng hugged his head in shock, turned his head to look, and saw the linesman raising the flag in his hand.

"This ball is offside?!"

He suddenly opened his mouth wide and rushed towards the linesman, very eager.

He was definitely looking at Bruno's position and running the ball was 200 per cent offside.

"What do you think, is the ball offside? Do you think I'm a fool, running out of an offside single knife when two hits one. Chen Yufeng quickly stepped forward to theorize, his expression was very excited.

There was no VR replay of the game in this period, and after the flag was raised, it could only be counted as a controversial penalty.

This is a great opportunity to extend the score......

"It's an offside position." The linesman didn't have too many expressions, so he didn't want to look at Chen Yufeng.

"Damn, you'd fucking better get your eyes and brains cured."

Chen Yufeng held his head in his hands again, and then threw it heavily to the sides of his body, "I was shocked. ”

How could this not make him angry?

"Danny, insult the referee!" The assistant referee suddenly shouted at the referee.

"Hit ......!"

Under the angry shouts of the Belgian fans in the stadium, the referee ran over under pressure and raised a yellow card high above Chen Yufeng's head.

This made Chen Yufeng cover his face and lie directly on the ground, because of extreme anger, he even smiled directly.

He felt like everything was terrible!

The Belgian players all ran over and surrounded the referee and assistant referees to protest, and the scene suddenly became uncontrollable.

"Fuck it! This shit referee! Give me the list, give me the list of judges! ”

Wilmotz shouted on the sidelines and waved at the assistant coach, who quickly rummaged through the materials before handing over a list.

Wilmots glanced at it, his expression suddenly brightened, and he nodded and smiled maniacally.

He quickly turned around and walked towards the fourth official on the sidelines, and said angrily: "Why is there a Danish and Portuguese referee here, don't you think you should give me an explanation?!" ”

"No need to guess, I probably know he's the one who just raised the flag, right?"

The fourth official immediately began to regress again and again, and continued; "He's been living in Denmark, please don't bring that conspiracy theory to the pitch."

"Are you fucking playing stupid or am I stupid?"

Wilmots threw the list directly at the fourth official, "Denmark only accepted dual citizenship a few months ago, and you say he has been living in Denmark?!" ”

"If you have a grievance, you can appeal after the game, we always treat him as a Dane." The fourth official replied forcefully, "If you don't return to the coach's seat, I'm going to apply for a red card for you!" ”

"Good, good!"

Wilmots raised his hands high into the sky and then shouted at the fans outside the stadium as he walked towards the coach's seat, informing them of the fact.

"Yu Yu Yu ......!!"

The huge boos of the Belgian fans suddenly rang out and began to put pressure on the players of the referee team, and everyone stood up in dissatisfaction.

It is clearly stated that in a national team match, a referee with the nationality of either side of the match may not be used.

Dual citizenship is not a reason to escape this rule!

This is a naked targeting, a naked frame-up!

It cannot be said that the Portuguese team instructed the referee team to make this arrangement before the game, but it is obviously inappropriate for a referee with Portuguese nationality to appear here.

Sometimes, he will help his home team a little bit within some power.

Even if they resign and are banned after the game, they can be regarded as having done one thing, and they will be protected when they return to the Portuguese Football Federation.

This is something that happens a lot in Europe!

"Beep!"

Without giving the Belgians more opportunity to protest, the referee wiped his sweat and blew the whistle for the restart.

Portugal won a set-piece at the back and José Fonte played the ball to Bruno to organise the way forward.

The expressions of the two are not very good, they also saw the ball just now, it may not be an offside position.

But how can they, as the one who gains, say it?

As soon as Bruno realized that he couldn't catch up, he immediately raised his right hand and was in an offside position.

'It's obviously not an offside position, it's a good goal.'

In the CCTV live broadcast room, He Wei's helpless voice sounded, "This is a serious miscalculation, as a commentator, we must not be able to guess some other points." ”

"But I think you can see something from Wilmots on the sidelines, and I think we'll have an account of that after the game."

"Chen Yufeng, this should be the most uncomfortable person, he is one step away from scoring a goal to expand the score, and he has blown it."

“……”

The game continued, and Chen Yufeng held his breath and threw himself into the competition in the arena again.

Most of the Belgian players are also angry and engaged in attacking and defending again and again.

There were more and more big moves, and some even began to kick people.

"Beep!"

"Beep!"

"Beep beep!"

The referee's whistle sounded one after another, and countless yellow cards were given to players from both sides, and there was a big scuffle.

That changed in the seventy-third minute of the game.

Nani, a veteran of the game, burst into the Belgian penalty area and took aim at Vertonghen, who was already on his hand.

"Bang bang bang!"

With the sound of constant touches, Vertonghen stared intently at Nani's feet in an attempt to complete a successful defence.

Nani suddenly accelerated after a few dunks, headed towards the baseline, and wiped out the inside with a second kick.

Vertonghen turned to chase after him, but just as his body made contact with Nani, he suddenly felt a limp in front of him, as if Nani had suddenly lost his strength.

Still wondering, he saw Nani jump up in front of his eyes and fall to the ground, as if he had tripped over him.

Diving!

Fake fall!

Vertonghen's pupils shrank instantly, and he opened his mouth wide to look behind him, just in time to see the referee right in front of him.

This meant that Nani had just chosen the right position, and his body was just right in the referee's view.

'Danny, I think it's a penalty. The referee hesitated slightly, and the voices of the two linesmen came from the headset, "Yellow dot package." ”

"Beep!"

The referee looked firm, nodded and blew the whistle and walked towards Vertonghen, his right hand touching his pocket.

"No, you can't do that!"

"It's a fake fall, don't you see? Even give them a penalty, don't give him a card! ”

Chen Yufeng and the others quickly rushed forward and hugged their heads again.

Vertonghen has a card on him, this is not just a diving cheat, it is directly going to punish Vertonghen.

“Yeahhhhhh……！！”

The Portuguese fans at the scene immediately erupted in excited cheers, and countless people sat up in obedience and waved their hands.

The balance of the game turned in their favor!

There is a high probability that this penalty will be scored, and then Belgium will have one less person to fight, no matter how you look at it, they will win!

As fans, they certainly didn't have any bad intentions, they didn't get involved in everything on the pitch, they just saw things that were good for the home team, and it was normal to be happy.

Because it often means that the ticket to the final is closer to them!

"Two yellows turn into one red, it's over!"

The referee didn't stop and walked up to Vertonghen to raise a yellow card, followed by a red card and raised it high again.

Vertonghen stood in disbelief, his hands on his hips.

He showed a sad wry smile, it was useless to say anything, and he couldn't say it.

He lowered his head and walked towards the sidelines, not even seeing Mr. Wilmots' invitation to hug, and walked straight into the dressing room.

As soon as he entered, his nose and eyes suddenly ached, and he sat in the players' tunnel with his hands on his knees, crying bitterly.

"It wasn't a yellow card, it wasn't a penalty......

Vertonghen let out an unwilling wail, and the assistant coach next to him quickly stepped forward to comfort him, but he still couldn't suppress his constantly twitching body.

For Vertonghen, the tournament is over.

Even if the team can reach the final, he will not be able to play in the game, so he can only sit on the sidelines.

Not to mention, eleven-man Portugal plays ten-man Belgium, and they will most likely not make it to the final......

Regular time passed, and there was extra time, and when the physical strength was reduced, ten people would definitely not be able to resist the onslaught of eleven.

"Beep!"

On the pitch, the referee blew the whistle to take a penalty.

The rest of Belgium's players, no matter how uncomfortable they were, had to walk back to the penalty line with a bitter face at the moment, hoping for a successful save that might have happened.

They had to stand here, ready to rush forward and break the siege as soon as possible.

"Bang!"

But Ronaldo didn't give this opportunity, he used a violent volley, and the ball was pumped directly into the bottom right corner of the goal, "Whew! ”

Mignolet had no chance of making a save.

As Ronaldo rushed to the side of the pitch again and jumped high, the Portuguese fans in the stadium erupted in cheers again, "Siu!! ”

Along with the cheers, there were also broken hearts of the Belgian players.

Chen Yufeng completely buried his head in his chest and walked towards his position again.

He didn't want to say anything until the end of the game.

(End of chapter)