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The two coaches, Guardiola and Rose, were jumping and arguing on the sidelines.

Bernavi was tumbling to his heart's content, and Gucci got Sunderland's 7th yellow card of the game. Jack Rose couldn't bear it anymore.

"Is this what you teach the players? When you touch them, they fall and roll. Is this what you teach them?"

The eloquent Guardiola didn't like a third-rate guy like Rose, and raised his nostrils and retorted: "Do you want to teach me how to be a head coach, or do you want to teach me how to play football?"

Ross: "..."

As an evil force in the coaching world, Lao Gua, whether he is a coach or a player, can beat Rose 18 times. He is definitely qualified to despise him.

"...Damn La Masia Film and Television Academy, do you want to bring this set to England?" Rose's face turned red.

"Not convinced?" Lao Gua's tone was like a ruffian. "I can wait for you in the Premier League."

It doesn't answer the question directly at all, it just pokes the lung tube. Ross was **** off and yelled like a rooster: "Look at you scumbag, bah!"

"Oh shit, who are you telling me here is cheap. Aren't you cheap? You talk like you're picking up change. You're so cheap that you can't even find a hot dog."

The two started the personal attack mode on the sidelines, and the plot on the court further developed.

Lyndon Gooch's grief was as big as a washbasin. He eagerly appealed to the referee Daisy Goldsmith: "He is a flop, I did not foul, he is a flop, a flop."

Daisy continued to make notes on the card without looking up. "I don't think so, Sunderland number 11, you should approach the game with sportsmanship."

"Fucking sportsmanship, can't you see he's flopping?"

Daisy raised her head, her eyes full of prestige. "Number 11, pay attention to your words, this is the first time I have warned you. Leave now."

The majesty of the sentence, but the tone clearly told Gu Qi: Grandma is not interested in talking with you, get out, you stinky man.

Gucci was annoyed, and his speech became indiscriminate. "You **** bitch, you **** blind woman, you have no right to officiate today's game."

This statement is untrue, even if it is true to some extent.

Out of political correctness, female referees are less likely to criticize than male referees, let alone scold. In the match between Liverpool and Wolves in the Premier League in 2011, the second assistant referee, Marcie Alice, a famous beautiful woman patrolled the semaphore several times and did not affect the progress of the game. However, Richard, the famous commentator of Sky TV, was ushered in. Keith and Andy Gray's mocks.

They were also quite unlucky, they just chatted during the intermission of the live broadcast, and they were not in the live broadcast room, it was nothing more than some ashes that everyone would say.

"A woman, can she understand the offside rule?"

"A female referee is sent in the Premier League when her head is caught by the door."

"A woman is not suitable for a football field, she is obviously more suitable for being a sweetheart."

What's stupid is that these two guys forgot to turn off the microphone, and it was broadcast live.

Three days later, Sky sacked Keith and Gray amid a wave of 'sexist' publicity. You must know that at that time, the gold medal commentator Richard Keith and the gold medal commentator Andy Gray were industry leaders with an annual salary of nearly two million pounds, and they belonged to the working emperors of the football media industry in England. The same was let go, and I haven't found a new meal until now.

Lyndon Gooch's words at this time were much more extreme than the two of them, and they were even cursing personal insults.

Is Daisy a bully? There is nothing good about being the referee, she is not just a tea **** who only has a coquettish appearance and only shows weakness. Most of the referees are part-timers. The 23-year-old Daisy Goldsmith's job is the head coach of the high school team, the men's team. That was a pack of wolf cubs.

Niu frowned, her phoenix eyes widened: "Number 11, you will pay for your words and deeds."

Unexpectedly, Gu Qi was even more confused at this moment, he stiffened his neck and forced Daisy in front of him, his eyeballs were red with anger, and a wave of violence rushed towards his face. "f**k your price, **** you, f**k!"

She has never been threatened so fiercely and blatantly by a man. Even if Daisy still wanted to force herself to be calm, she couldn't help but panic, and started to back away unconsciously. This time, it fueled Gucci's hostility even more.

"You're a sleazy bitch...uh"

The hero descended from the sky, and Zhuoyang rushed to Daisy in time and pinched Gucci's mouth, making him say the word 'bitch' next to the word 'female'.

"I'll tear your mouth apart, try."

After blocking Gucci's obscenities, Zhuoyang let go of his right hand and wiped the front of his jersey. The left hand rests casually on the joint of Gucci's neck and shoulders. The thumb seemed to be touching his throat, but Gucci could feel the coldness like a sharp knife coming from his fingertips.

What made him even more terrified was the monstrous murderous look in Zhuoyang's eyes, which was the horror that had truly experienced the slaughter of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. In contrast, Gucci's hostility is like quail fighting for food, and it's almost cute.

As a hero to save the beauty, Zhuoyang did not hesitate to release the evil spirit that had been restrained all the time, as long as he could make a girl smile, anyway, this thing didn't cost money.

Looking up at Zhuoyang's broad and solid back, Daisy was almost suffocated by the sense of security and happiness, and her heart was about to melt. Not to mention wind and rain, let alone a mere Gucci, even if an asteroid hits and destroys the Stadium of Light at this moment, Daisy believes that it will never hit her.

It's nice to have men.

"I...uh~"

Just as Gu Qi wanted to argue forcefully, Zhuo Yang really locked his throat with his thumb, not trying to scare him at all. In an instant, all hostility disappeared, and Gu Qi hurriedly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, cute.

Encouraged by the man, the happy Daisy flashed and took out the cards in one go. The coherent movement of two yellows turning one red was as graceful as a dance.

Zhuoyang let go of Gucci, turned around and looked at Daisy warmly, the killing in his eyes seamlessly merged into the lake, and you could see the ripples if you looked closely. The girl has two pockets, the yellow card is on the front, and the red card is on the back.

'Gudong', Zhuoyang quietly swallowed a ball of lake water.

"Thank you, Zhuoyang."

"You're welcome, Daisy."

At this moment, the noise of the stadium seemed to have nothing to do with them.

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In the top-floor suite of a luxury hotel on Avenue Jena-sur-Seine, 723 kilometers away from the Stadium of Light, the beautiful girl was so out of breath from laughing that she slipped off the sofa to the ground.

"Heck, sister, look at brother-in-law... Heck, he looks like a goose... Brother-in-law must have something to do with this man... Heck, sister, go and teach them a lesson... Heck..."

The beautiful young woman's face was frosty, staring at the live TV without saying a word.

Then, the beautiful girl smiled even more swayingly. "Brother-in-law's taste is so strong, he also hooks up with chaihuo girls who are like men and women, giggling... Sister, have you neglected brother-in-law recently, ahahaha..."

"Middel, shut up."

"Hahahaha...Brother-in-law, come on...Please forgive me..."

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Sunderland scored 11 against 7, and the ball could no longer be played. The surviving black cats, you look at me, I look at you, and then go to head coach Jack Rose.

What can Ross do? He didn't have the energy to yell at Guardiola anymore, so he simply sat in the coach's bench with his head sullen, shrugging his shoulders and spreading his hands from time to time, that's all.

Manchester City relied on the crowd, although Zhuoyang's free kick missed a little bit and bounced back to the penalty area on the inside of the goal post, but they couldn't hold back Manchester City's crowd. Bernavi, who earned the free kick just now, took the lead The foot poked the ball into the goal~lightnovelpub.net~ This score, this situation of being outnumbered, unless Sunderland and Manchester City have the revenge of killing their father, otherwise they will not fight to the death. Be a human being and stay on the line, so we can meet each other in the future.

Even though the group of young people in Manchester City are still having fun, but the rules of the world are here, they all know that they can't make people angry.

Unless Sunderland, who is almost dead, refuses to let go, then don't blame us for not giving face.

The black cats are wilting. How many people have seen 4 sent off in a game after playing football for so many years? 7 people still play an egg, no matter how calculating the head coach is, it is impossible to practice a 7-man formation in a targeted manner.

Black Cat Captain Lee Cattermole also lost his temper. What is called iron-blooded and macho has become a cloud at this moment. He just wants to end the game quickly.

After the re-kick-off, Sunderland's lone six runners made the pitch of the Stadium of Light look vast. Thomas Vick returned the ball to George Honeyman from the center circle, then Catmull.

The Cats were depressed and absent-minded, and the cross was obviously lightened in such an open field. No one in Manchester City robbed him, and Zhuoyang didn't either, but the football kicked him down the feet of him who was running forward, and the thief was accurate.

Not wanting to take advantage of the dying man, Zhuoyang didn't rush to start a private counterattack, and waited until Cattermole rushed over in a hurry, then turned around and wiped him away.

Catmull subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab it, but Zhuoyang played too relaxedly, so he was dragged away.

Zhuoyang thought 'no' in his heart, and made gestures to stop Daisy before getting up. But it was still too late, Daisy, who was full of Zhuoyang's losses, had already pulled out a yellow card from her bulging breast pocket with a sullen face.

Catmull has already received a yellow card. Daisy, who is obsessed with sex, doesn't care about you, Huang Wan directly swipes the red card from his pouty hip pocket.

Things are getting worse.

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