Chapter 31 Happy birthday

"Samuel! Samuel! Samuel! Samuel!"

No matter how stupid Christaval is, he knows that the other party’s fans will certainly not cheer for him. So what the current huge voice means is.

While rushing forward, Christaval glanced back with little movement - and then he was almost scared to death. A red and black figure (the red one was Mallorca's home jersey and the black one was Etoo's skin) had already rushed up from behind at an incredible high speed!

Although Christaval is not very old, his experience is not bad. Just this glance, Christaval noticed it. If he rushes down at this speed, the opponent will probably be able to get the ball in front of him.

However, at this time, it was useless to think about it. The glance just now was scared. Christaval had already raised the speed a little slower, and when he accelerated again, it was already too late.

Etoo gradually made up for the distance between him and Christenval at a speed visible to the naked eye. As the cheers in the stands were getting higher and higher, the Cameroonians also ran faster and faster. Finally, he gradually surpassed Christenval!

Seeing that he was about to be thrown away by Etoo, Christaval immediately hit his shoulder and wanted to use a foul to block Etoo's ball, but Etoo was short and quickly dodged his impact. Then he stretched his foot and removed the ball that had already started rolling and slowly weakened!

At this time, it was less than two meters away from the top of the penalty area!

After catching up with the ball, Etoo increased his speed again, quickly drove the ball forward, and then rushed into the penalty area!

"Go up, Samuel, hit the ball in!" Jose shouted off the court.

Etoo, who rushed into the penalty area, caught up with the ball and swung his right foot against Badz who was attacking quickly!

The bald goalkeeper opened his arms, and the bald head shone under the sunlight, trying to stop Etoo's shot as soon as possible. The black forward and the white goalkeeper seemed so clear at this moment, full of an inexplicable sense of harmony.

Looking at Battz who rushed out, Etoo had already determined the angle of his shooting. However, just as his foot was about to draw the ball, a huge force rushed over from the side, directly hitting Etoo's shoulder, and then knocked the Cameroonian who supported the ground with one foot for more than one meter away!

The shouts in the stands quieted at the same time. After a second, a huge boo came from all directions!

"Kill that bastard! This is a deliberate foul!"

Countless Mallorca fans roared, if the scolding and eyes could kill people, Christaval might have been dead more than a dozen times.

Fortunately, there are no racists among Mallorca fans. The most important thing is that many of Mallorca players are black, such as captain Ngonga and Etoo, the victim of the foul just now. Otherwise, the French black center back Christenval would have been scolded by countless "niggers" or "monkeys".

Amid the huge roars and scoldings all over the field, Jose's voice was still tenacious. The young coach jumped and cursed on the sidelines. Almost even the Mallorca fans in the stands could hear his roar: "Bastard! Is this considered playing football? The rugby is not as fierce as this bastard! A red card must be a red card, and the bastard is sent off!"

His shouts even Puel on the other side heard. Puel, who was already angry because of the foul in the penalty area, had turned pale and darkened a little. He looked at the young man with swearing in anger, thinking, "This is such a ungrateful guy..."

The fourth official also had to come and warn Jose: "Mr. Jose Alemane, please do not try to affect the referee's penalty..."

"I don't want to influence!" Jose shook his hand: "But that bastard's moves are too much... it has simply surpassed the scope of football!"

"The referee will make the correct judgment, now..."

The fourth official said only half of his words again, and Jose immediately nodded obediently: "No problem, Mr. Fourth Official, I was just too angry just now... I absolutely agree with the referee's penalty. Without you, the game cannot be held in a fair state..." While saying that, Jose opened his hands and retreated back, which made the fourth official stunned for a moment - he was still furious just now, but now he suddenly became so easy to talk.

It is obvious that referee Aceel was not affected by others. After Christenval knocked Etoo out, the whistle in his mouth immediately rang, and then he ran into the penalty area, pointed his finger at the penalty spot, and waved to Christenval over.

"I didn't foul, I just hit him gently..." Christaval walked over and defended himself aggrievedly.

Aceel shook his head, put his hand in his pocket, then took out a yellow card and showed it to Christenval: "The last defensive player's foul action is not controversial. Pay attention to your action. Next time you do this, there will be a yellow card."

Puel on the sidelines breathed a sigh of relief. It was easy to say that the penalty kick was a foul. This action was indeed an unquestionable foul. Even if the yellow card was merciless, otherwise there would be nothing to say if he was sent off. It would be really difficult to get it back then.

"Although I'm still thinking about getting it back? What a naive guy."

Jose, who was carefully observing Puel, smiled slightly: "Maybe this guy hasn't noticed that there are no one on the four defenders and a midfielder, right? There are at least 40 minutes left in the game. I'll see how your players defend at that time..."

Etoo climbed up from the ground and slapped his teammates.

Although the goal was blocked by the opponent's foul action, Etoo's mood did not get worse. It was good to create a penalty kick. At least when he shot just now, he was not sure to score the ball. Badz's attack was very timely and the blocking angle was done well.

The players of Mallorca celebrated, but they immediately discovered an embarrassing thing - who will take the penalty?

The previous penalty kicker was Tristan, but he didn't score the last penalty kick. The current score is a draw. This penalty kick is crucial. What if it gets beaten again?

Tristan himself seemed to be in no certainty, so he shook his hand repeatedly: "It seems that my feet are not very smooth today, so let the captain take the penalty..."

The captain he mentioned was naturally Engongjia.

Ngongga looked at the scene hesitantly, but saw Jose constantly waving his hands and pointing at Stankovic.

"Let You Wan take the penalty! That's right, You Wan!" Jose shouted loudly off the court.

One problem with Mallorca is that it does not have a good set player. Captain Ngongjia basically does not shoot. Although he is the previous penalty kicker, it is not so reassuring. Tristan used to take the penalty kick in the league because Jose wanted to make him score more goals, at least to make his league goals more goals, which is good for Mallorca and Tristan himself. However, he did not score the previous penalty kick, and Jose did not dare to let him squander such a precious penalty kick at will in the League Cup.

In addition to psychological quality, footwork is also very important. A player with rough footwork will not have a good penalties, which is almost certain, so Jose does not have many choices for penalty kicks. The free kick scored in the first half proves that Stankovic's footwork is good today, and he has the ability to take this penalty with excellent skills.

Seeing the head coach instructing him to take the penalty kick, Stankovic, who was usually taciturn, did not say anything bold, but just nodded: "No problem, leave it to me."

The ball was taken from captain Ngongga, and Stankovic walked into the penalty area silently. The Yugoslav placed the ball on the free throw point and straightened his waist.

Looking at the bald head with a slightly funny expression in front of him, Stankovic was very calm. He was different from the other Stankovic. That Stankovic was a genius player. He became the famous Red Star team captain of Yugoslavia at the age of 18. He joined the Serie A giant Lazio after the World Cup... And he has not yet got a chance to play for the national team, but what he faces is the main goalkeeper of the championship team who won the World Cup!

But on the court, status and honor cannot help anyone. All he has to do is to knock the ball into the gate guarded by the bald head, and then turn around and cheer.

The referee's whistle sounded beside him, and Stankovic began to run slowly, then swung his right foot and shot!

Badz saved the wrong direction, and he rushed to the left, but Stankovic directly pulled the ball into the right side of the goal with his instep - 2-1, Mallorca took the lead and used a sharp counterattack!

"goooooooooal! Yuwan - Stankovic! Yugoslav calmly scored the ball to the right side of the goal, and Badz saved the wrong direction! Stankovic scored twice in the game... This season is the fifth season that Yugoslav has spent in Mallorca. He has never scored many goals. Although he can score about five goals in each season, it is the first time in his Mallorca career that he scored twice in one game. It seems that Jose is lucky and has caught up with everything..."

Jose waved his fist hard and finally took the lead. Now it was easy to hit.

Clustered by his teammates, Stankovic rushed to the coaching seat and then hugged Jose with his arms wide open and said, "I've scored in, boss!"

"Beautiful job, Youwan!" Jose smiled and patted Stankovic's shoulder, then smiled and said, "By the way, Youwan, I wish you a happy birthday in advance!"

Hearing Jose's words, several Mallorca players next to him came to their senses. Ibagassa nodded: "Yes, tomorrow is Yuwan's birthday... Youwan, you are too dull, and you don't remind us. If it weren't for the boss's words, we wouldn't have remembered it."

Stankovic looked at Jose gratefully. His birthday was March 4th, just tomorrow. He has always been a very silent person and he is not willing to say anything. Jose has remembered his birthday in just over a month in coaching the team... What does this mean? It means that Jose at least values ​​him very much!

"Continue the game, guys, offense, one goal lead is not enough... Of course, you can counterattack appropriately and lure them out to attack. By the way, if you have a ball, you can also take the penalty... Use a hat trick to celebrate your birthday, oh, a good birthday gift!" Jose said with a laugh.
Chapter completed!