Yes, the red card is straight!

Alves was sent off!

But he obviously ignored this, anyway, he has no ball to play in the Champions League this season.

All he wants is to vent. Barcelona and him have never suffered such grievances. If he suffers such great grievances, he will die of depression if he does not vent.

...

Fabregas finally found Gleno.

"David, can you ask a question?" Fabregas asked sneakily.

"What?" Glino was surprised and didn't understand what Fabregas was asking for himself to do.

"When you cut off my ball..."

"I didn't foul." Glino quickly explained, "I have never been a player who hurts people by malicious fouls. In fact, I am often maliciously attacked by my opponent."

If you don’t hurt someone, if you touch your mouth, you can even make a sharp needle in your mouth. Do you still dare to say that your mouth doesn’t hurt someone?

Being beaten?

It deserves to be beaten to death!

No, now is not the time to discuss this, so who is asking you this?

"I know you didn't foul. I want to ask you if you said anything or heard something when you cut off my ball?" Fabregas asked.

"No." Gleno's expression was even more surprised, "I just intercepted the ball when I went up, and then dribbled the ball and attacked back. What's the sound?"

Fabregas glanced at Glino, and the other party's inexplicable expression made Fabregas believe it. Then, he became even more depressed and worried. Was he really hallucinating his hearing?

The team lost one to seven, and I was actually still hallucinating it?

Fabregas felt like he had suffered a double critical hit.
Chapter completed!