Lin Supo tried moving a few more times before jogging forward to wait for his teammates to kick off.
At this moment, he suddenly felt something was wrong and walked directly to the sidelines.
The originally bustling Tianhe Stadium suddenly fell silent.
If anyone is the absolute core of the national team, it must be Lin Supo.
No matter how important Mourinho is, he cannot play football by himself. This is one of the reasons why coaches are usually not as exposed as players.
If Lin Supo is injured, the prospects of the Chinese team in the Asian Cup will be cast a shadow.
"What's wrong?"
Mourinho walked over quickly and asked anxiously.
"My arm feels a little uncomfortable. The team doctor will help me take care of it."
"Team doctor!!!"
Before Mourinho finished speaking, the team's medical team had already arrived.
Several people took off Lin Supo's jersey and quickly inspected it.
"For soft tissue contusions or torn ligaments, you need to go to the hospital to discuss the specifics. I suggest that Xiao Lin come down first to avoid adding to the injury."
The chief team doctor gives advice.
Mourinho looked directly at Lin Supo because he knew that Lin Supo was a very thoughtful person.
"Let's go to the hospital after the game. Let's do some simple treatment first. I don't think it's that serious. It's probably just the swelling and pain associated with the contusion. If it doesn't work, you can take some painkillers during the middle of the game."
Lin Supo said nonchalantly.
He didn't know the specific situation, but in today's game, as long as he could still run, there was no reason for him to end the game.
The team doctor hesitated to speak, and Mourinho said: "Listen to him."
"Oh, Lin Supo seems to have been injured by a Korean player just now. I don't know what the situation is."
"The Korean player's movements were too big. The referee should have given him a card. How can two people pull their arms together when playing football?"
Duan Xuandu muttered.
It was also a way to vent his dissatisfaction when Lin Supo was suspected of being injured.
If Lin Supo hadn't gone to receive treatment, he might not have said anything. After all, Chinese people want to save face. If you do evil things, I will tolerate it and suffer a little loss. It doesn't matter. It's a country of etiquette.
But if Lin Supo is really injured, the chain reaction will be huge.
The originally quiet Tianhe Stadium also reacted and violently erupted into various curses. The most interesting one was "Asiba" who smelled like roasted goose.
Thanks to the Korean drama "Jealousy" that was broadcast on eight sets three years ago, domestic audiences have learned a little bit of "Korean".
The team doctor simply treated it with ethyl chloride spray, then bandaged it, and Lin Supo returned to the sidelines.
The Chinese fans cheered wildly, as if the greetings they had just given to their opponents had never happened.
"Lin Supo is ready to return to the court, waiting for the dead ball opportunity on the sidelines."
"The South Korean team has been looking for opportunities to attack during his absence, but the lack of goals is good news. When Lin Supo returns to the court, the Chinese team will have the upper hand again."
In the 15th minute, the South Korean team was counterattacked when they got the ball in the midfield. Noh Sang-rae pulled Shaparev down and was warned by the referee.
Lin Supo finally found a chance to play.
The moment he stepped onto the turf, Tianhe Stadium burst into warm applause.
"Lin Supo, awesome!"
"Lin Supo, well done!"
"Lin Supo, fuck the little stick to death..."
Shaparev hurriedly came up and asked: "How's it going, boss?"
"I don't know. I went to the hospital for a checkup after the game. It seems there's not much problem now."
Lin Supo smiled and showed eight teeth to reassure his little brother.
After he came on the field, the Chinese team players breathed a sigh of relief.
Although it was the first time they met, Lin Supo acted too domineering. Some players really didn't like Lin Supo's style. They felt that this kid didn't respect the big brother and was very aggressive.
But all in all, competitive sports are all about strength.
Lin Supo is the number one star of the national football team. Another important point is that Lin Supo's domineering look is not just aimed at them, he is even more ruthless when dealing with opponents.
With such a ruthless person around, you can feel at ease even if you kick the little stick.
What Lin Supo didn't expect was that Jin Doxun, his grandson, saw him return to the court and made an action, which was to grab his arms with both hands, similar to the action of a policeman pressing down a prisoner.
provocative!
Lin Supo was so angry that his teeth ached.
The key is that this grandson is really vain.
He is injured now, and a head-on confrontation with Kim Do-hoon could easily make his injury more serious.
Although his anger bar was full, Lin Supo still suppressed his anger.
After all, it's not worth missing out on the Asian Cup after being happy for a while.
Seeing Lin Supo lowering his head and breathing heavily, Jin Doxun became even more proud. He pulled his teammates to point at Lin Supo and muttered, and even let out an exaggerated laugh like in a Korean drama.
The nearby Chinese team players glared at each other, which made him smile even more happily.
After the game restarted, the Chinese players were obviously angry when playing football. Unfortunately, when it came to playing dirty, the Chinese players were no match for Xiaobangzi.
They are the ancestors who play dirty tricks, even within their own country and even within the team.
These are skills cultivated through cultivation and refined over time, and they are no worse than those of South American football players.
"Hey, Fan Zhiyi, oh, his underwear is leaking out. If Li Jiheng had used a little more force, his underwear might have been pulled off. Is there something wrong with the referee's standards today?"
Director Zhang asked more tactfully.
But the referee didn't blow the whistle on the field, so Fan Zhiyi could only chase after him while holding up his pants.
Li Jiheng quickly knocked the ball horizontally and passed the ball to Jiang Zhe. However, Jiang Zhe encountered a tight defense. He raised his foot twice in a row and failed to pass the ball.
"Xiba, pass the ball!"
Jin Doxun waved from the side, and when Jiang Zhe saw it, he immediately made a cross.
Sun Jihai pressed forward very quickly. Kim Do-hoon couldn't find a chance to pass the ball, so he had to turn around to protect the ball and open his arms to stop Sun Jihai.
At this moment, he felt something was wrong.
Jin Doxun noticed a thin figure rushing towards him quickly.
Because he had been fighting against Sun Jihai physically, he had already worked hard to maintain his balance. By the time he discovered it, it was already too late, and it was too late to react.
Shaparev's spikes shone brightly under the lights of Tianhe Stadium. Never mind that the little guy usually doesn't talk much, but he can really kill him at critical moments.
This time it was obviously aimed at Kim Do-hoon's knees.
card~
Katcha~
Almost the next second, Jin Doxun felt that his left leg had no feeling, although a pain came from his brain, making him almost faint.
The camera lens clearly captured Shaparev kicking Kim Do-hoon's left leg to a 135-degree angle from the knee!
Lin Supo was also stunned. He didn't expect Shaparev to be so brave.
Just this moment made Cisse scared.
However, he reacted quickly. When he saw Xiao Bangzi shouting Xiba Xiba and rushed over, Lin Supo ran over there.
Fortunately, this is the backcourt of the Chinese team. The Chinese team has a numerical advantage. Several defensive players immediately pushed the Korean players and blocked Shaparev behind them.
