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

Bernaway was rolling around, and Gooch received Sunderland's seventh yellow card of the game. Jack Ross couldn't help it. He couldn't run into the field to curse, so he rushed towards Laogua and opened fire.

"Is this the player you teach? They fall down and roll when they are touched. Is this what you teach them?"

How could the sharp-tongued Guardiola look down on a third-rate guy like Rose? He 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 a dark force in the coaching world, Lao Gua can outshine Ross no matter whether he is coaching or playing as a player. He is definitely qualified to despise him.

"...Damn La Masia Film and Television Academy, do you want to bring this 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."

He didn't answer the question directly at all, but only poked at the lung tube. Ross was so angry that he yelled like a rooster: "Look at your despicable look, bah!"

"Oh my God, who are you calling me a bitch? Aren't you a bitch? You're talking like you're paying for change. You can't even find a hot dog for it."

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

Lyndon Gooch's grief and anger were as big as a basin. He eagerly complained to the referee Daisy Goldsmith: "He was diving, I didn't foul, he was diving, diving."

Daisy continued taking notes on the card without raising her head. "I don't think so, Sunderland No. 11, you should approach the game in a sportsmanlike manner."

"Fuck sportsmanship, can't you see he flopped?"

Daisy raised her head, her pretty eyes filled with authority. "No. 11, pay attention to your words. This is the first time I'm warning you. Leave now."

The words were majestic, but the tone clearly told Gucci: My aunt is not interested in nagging you, so get out of here, you stinky man.

Gucci was angered and became arrogant in his words. "You fucking bitch, you fucking blind bitch, you have no qualifications to officiate today's game."

This statement is indeed worthy of criticism, even if it is correct to some extent.

Due to political correctness, female referees are more forbidden to criticize, let alone curse, than male referees. In the 2011 Premier League match between Liverpool and Wolves, the second assistant referee and the famous beauty lineman Marcy Alice delayed her flags several times.

, did not affect the progress of the game, but received ridicule from two famous commentators on Sky TV, Richard Keith and Andy Gray.

The two of them were quite unlucky. They were just chatting during the intermission of the live broadcast, and they were not in the live broadcast room. They were nothing more than cinders that everyone would say.

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

"Female referees will be sent to the Premier League only after their heads are caught in the door."

"A woman is not suitable for football fields. She is obviously more suitable for being a sweetheart."

What's stupid is that these two idiots forgot to turn off their microphones, and they were broadcast live.

Three days later, Sky TV fired Keith and Gray amid a huge wave of "sexism" public opinion. You must know that at the time, gold medal commentator Richard Keith and gold medal commentator Andy Gray both had an annual salary of nearly 2 million.

The leader of the British pound industry, a working emperor in the English football media industry, was dismissed like a fart because of a few gossips, and he has not found a new career path until now.

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

Is Daisy easy to bully? There is no good person who can be a referee. She is not a tea bitch who only has a charming appearance and only shows weakness. Referees are basically part-time, and the 23-year-old Daisy Goldsmith’s job is

My job is to be the head coach of the high school team, the men's team. They are a bunch of wolves.

Niu frowned and her eyes widened: "On the 11th, you will pay the price for your words and deeds."

Unexpectedly, Gucci was even more confused at this moment. He stiff-necked and forced himself in front of Daisy. His eyes were red with blood from anger, and a violent aura rushed towards him. "F**k you, I will pay the price."

F**k you, f**k!”

She has never been so fierce and nakedly threatened by a man. Even if Daisy still wanted to force herself to calm down, she couldn't help but panic and began to retreat unconsciously. This made Gucci's anger even more intense.

"You're a dirty bitch...ugh."

The hero fell from the sky, and Zhuo Yang arrived in time, stood in front of Daisy and pinched Gucci's mouth, making him say the word "bitch" next to the word "female".

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

After blocking Gucci's dirty words, Zhuoyang released his right hand and wiped it on the front of his jersey. His left hand casually rested on the joint of Gucci's neck and shoulders. His thumb seemed to have touched his throat.

But Gucci could feel the sharp coldness coming from his fingertips.

What made him even more frightened was the overwhelming murderous aura in Zhuoyang's eyes, which was the horror of having truly experienced the massacre in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. In comparison, the violent aura exuded by Gucci was like quails fighting for food, and they were almost cute.

When a hero saves a beauty, Zhuo Yang does not hesitate to release the evil spirit that he has been holding back. As long as he can make a beauty smile, it doesn't cost money anyway.

Looking up at Zhuo Yang's broad and solid back, Daisy was so filled with a sense of security and happiness that she was almost suffocating, and her heart was about to melt. Not to mention the wind and rain, let alone a mere Gucci, even if an asteroid were to hit and destroy the light at this moment

On the court, Daisy also believed that she would never be hit.

It's great to have a man.

"I...uh~"

Just when Gu Qi was about to argue forcefully, Zhuo Yang really locked his throat with his thumbs. He was not trying to scare him at all. In an instant, all the anger disappeared, and Gu Qi hurriedly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, which was so cute.

Encouraged by the man, the happy Daisy ducked out and took out the cards in one go. The continuous movements of two yellows and one red turned as graceful as a dance.

Zhuoyang let go of Gucci and turned to look at Daisy warmly. The killing in his eyes seamlessly turned into lake water. You can see the ripples if you look closely. The girl has two pockets. The yellow card is on top and in front, and the red card is on the back and bottom. That belongs to the front.

The wonderful thing about the convex back.

"Gudong", Zhuo Yang quietly swallowed a ball of lake water.

"Thank you, Zhuo Yang."

"You're welcome, Daisy."

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

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723 kilometers away from the Stadium of Light, in the penthouse suite of a luxury hotel on the Street in Jena-sur-Seine, the beautiful girl was so out of breath with laughter that she slipped off the sofa and fell to the floor.

"Kekeke...sister, look at brother-in-law...kekeke...like a stupid goose...brother-in-law must have something to do with this manly woman...kekekeke...sister, go teach them a lesson...keke..."

The beautiful young woman had a frosty face and stared at the live TV without saying a word.

Then, the beautiful girl smiled even more swayingly. "My brother-in-law has such strong tastes. He also hooks up with girls who are like manly women, hahahaha... Sister, have you been neglecting your brother-in-law recently? Hahahaha..."

"Midel, shut up."

"Hahahaha...brother-in-law, come on...please spare your life..."

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Sunderland were 7 against 11, and the ball was unplayable. The surviving Black Cats, you look at me, I look at you, and then we all go to see the head coach Jack Ross.

What could Rose do? He didn't have the energy to yell at Guardiola any more, so he simply sat down in the coaching bench with his head down, shrugging his shoulders and spreading his hands from time to time, that's all.

Manchester City relied on the large number of people. Although Zhuo Yang's free kick was a little short and hit the inside of the goal post and bounced back into the penalty area, Manchester City could not withstand the large number of people on this side. Bernave, who had just earned the free kick, took the lead.

The ball went into the goal with his foot, 7:0.

This score, this situation where we are outnumbered, unless Sunderland and Manchester City have a grudge against their father, they will not fight to the death again. Keep a line in your life so that we can meet each other in the future.

Even if this group of young people from Manchester City are still having fun, there are rules here, and they all know not to offend against public outrage.

Unless Sunderland, who is almost dying, refuses to give up, then don't blame us for not giving face.

The Black Cats are exhausted. After all these years of playing football, how many of them have seen four players sent off in a game? Seven players can still kick an egg. No matter how calculating the head coach is, it is impossible for him to drill a seven-man formation in a targeted manner.

Black Cat captain Lee Cattermole lost his temper. His iron-bloodedness and toughness were all gone at this moment. He just wanted to end the game as soon as possible.

After the restart, Sunderland's lonely six runners made the grass at the Stadium of Light look vast. Thomas Vick played the ball back to George Honeyman from the center circle, and then Cattermole.

The Cats were in a low mood and were distracted, and the cross pass was obviously too weak in such an open field. No one from Manchester City robbed him, and neither did Zhuo Yang, but the football kicked him down as he was running forward. The thief was accurate.

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Not wanting to take advantage of the dying man, Zhuo Yang did not rush to launch a private counterattack. He waited until Cattermole rushed over in a hurry, then turned around and brushed him away.

Catmull subconsciously stretched out his hand to pull, but Zhuoyang was too relaxed and was pulled.

Zhuo Yang secretly said "No" in his heart, and didn't bother to get up and make gestures to stop Daisy. But it was still too late. Daisy, whose eyes were full of Zhuo Yang's loss, had already taken out the bulging breast pocket with a sullen face.

A yellow card was drawn.

Catmull already had a yellow card before. Daisy, who is obsessed with sex, doesn't care about you. Huang Wan directly took out the red card from his chubby hip pocket.
Chapter completed!