"Michelle, we need a better environment to ensure the game. This is our task. We must keep this kind of thing away from every stadium. On this point, Johansson and I have never had a dispute. He is not here. It seems
Everything here is a challenge.
You handled the fan fight well before, but only by allowing the game to be played in the absolute and only football environment is you responsible for everyone, and the fun of football has been lost here. Their eyes are full of worry, and
It’s not enjoyment.”
Blatter was not humble and gentle because of Platini. His tone remained as if he was instructing others, and he looked at Platini pointedly.
Blatter was very unhappy that he was cheated by Platini at the French Football Headquarters. What made him even more uncomfortable was that Platini knew that he was already in France, but he did not even consult him and made a direct decision.
The decision to let the game continue is obviously a direct disregard for itself. Although this is the Champions League final, the incident of hundreds of fans fighting is far beyond the level of the Champions League. FIFA has reason to defend the stadium.
, players and fans should take responsibility for safety. Obviously, Platini felt that he was in the way and wanted to bypass him.
At the same time, Platini's decision made some of his series plans come to nothing with that harsh whistle. Blatter needed the postponement of this game. Because of this, he refused Beckenbauer's request.
The suggestion of continuing to watch football with those two girls, coming here, has the meaning of "asking for guilt".
"Yeah." "We will have a conclusion about everything about this game later, whether it is a problem with the game itself or not. There will be. And the game has already started, so it has to continue. This is also responsible.
And these fans need the comfort of this game. This is the best compensation for them. I believe the players can allow them to fully devote themselves to the game, because this is a duel between the two best teams in the world. This is
The best final ever.”
Although Platini was dissatisfied with Blatter's overpowering attitude, there was nothing he could do. This game made him short of breath from the beginning. There was no way to refute the 'teachings of the elders', so Platini had no choice but to nod.
However, Platini is not the role of a little daughter-in-law. He understood Blatter's intention to point fingers. After nodding, he put an end to all talk about the pre-match conflict in two sentences. His tone was a bit tougher.
: This is the Champions League. The jurisdiction of all events belongs to UEFA and to me, Michel Platini. Now - I want to continue playing. The counterattack was extremely sharp, and even the tone showed ambitious confidence.
Blatter understood Platini's meaning and couldn't help but frowned. This junior had already begun to fang his teeth. He turned his head and glanced at Platini. Although the other person still had a modest smile, his deep eyes
But he didn't let himself look at her at all.
Blatter suddenly smiled and said: "Michelle, who do you think will be the final winner in this game? Xiao Xiao? Or Barcelona?"
"Well. I think this is the answer that all bookmakers want. I think it's Xiao."
Platini did not expect that Blatter's topic would change so quickly, and he was a little unprepared. Although he dismissed Blatter's view that Xiao would be equal to Barcelona, Platini did not need to show his dislike of Xiao.
, although I wanted to say it was Barcelona, but I was suddenly blocked for a while and subconsciously avoided the topic.
"Haha, it seems that you are not good at Barcelona either. Well, what do you think, do you want to find out what is going on behind the scenes?"
Blatter noticed Platini's unnaturalness, smiled knowingly, got the information he wanted, and was about to leave. Although Platini was the person he liked, he had nothing to do with this cunning Frenchman.
Being together is definitely not as comfortable as being with a serious German. At least he won't cheat himself. This is where interests determine the position.
"Well, no, I think I already know enough from the newspapers."
Platini never thought about appearing in entertainment newspapers. Although he didn't pay attention to entertainment news, he couldn't bear the fact that people at home liked Shuang Ai. You could even close your eyes and imagine what the utilitarian German was doing here.
When he came, he was probably going to be captured by the live cameras. In his opinion, Xiao should not have so many people in the football world fighting for him, and he was not involved in this matter. No matter whether Xiao participated in the World Cup or not, but
The only benefit now is from my own game.
"Okay, Michelle, you can take charge here now. Before the game starts, it's time for me to leave. We have to enjoy the game, I hope." "Yes, Mr. Bratt."
Seeing that Platini was not interested in this suggestion, he stopped forcing it. Moreover, Platini still had to be responsible for the entire stadium, and Blatter did not want anything to happen again. To be honest, Blatter also felt that,
A Xiao is indeed not worthy of the attention of so many people, but he still has to go. Why does the host country of the World Cup need such a figure?
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At this time, Xiao Ge didn't know that several big players in the football world were plotting against him, and he didn't know either, because what he was doing now was exactly what he had always wanted to do - defeat Barcelona.
However, Eto'o, who was stuck with him, didn't think so. In the endless shouts, Van Persie called Henry, and Henry handed the ball to Toure's feet in the backcourt. After a series of passes, the ball was quickly knocked over.
Arriving at Xiao Ge's feet.
Eto'o and Ronaldinho failed to attack Fabregas who was close to the wing, but the ball had already rolled towards Xiao Ge. Eto'o was like a cheetah seeing his prey. His powerful explosive power allowed him to start instantly and continuously.
He was approaching the ball, but the ball was right in front of him, but it seemed to be closer to the player.
"Whoa!", the sound of an object sweeping across the turf came to his ears. After playing the game for so long, Xiao Ge felt something in his heart. The opponent tackled the ball directly from the side without closing his body. There was no other way, Xiao Ge could only
Giving up the intention of controlling the ball, he kicked off his left foot, jumped forward, and directly jumped away from the opponent. This time he made a fierce tackle.
Eto'o's direct ball cleared the bottom line and followed him out. Although he was a little embarrassed, he finally forced the ball away from Xiao Ge's feet, which was somewhat comforting. He just wanted to give Xiao a kick and let this little soldier know.
, this game is not as simple as those bullshit media people said, and he is bound to win this game. But when he got up, he found that there was a shadow covering his head.
Why didn't Xiao Ge know that Eto'o was deliberately trying to intimidate him with this ball? He couldn't help but snorted coldly in his heart. He was not even afraid of those tough teams in England, but would be afraid of this tackle. Xiao Ge fell back and did
As if to check whether he was injured by the tackle, he stomped directly to Eto'o's side and blocked him from the field.
Eto'o was not a vegetarian, and he could see Xiao Ge's deliberate provocation. His body was "brushed", so he jumped up. He had no intention of bypassing Xiao Ge, and directly arched his right elbow, intending to directly hit him.
Xiao Ge drove into the arena.
Although Xiao Ge looked thinner than the others on the court, the power he contained was amazing. Therefore, Eto'o tried his best twice, but failed to push Xiao Ge away. In the end, he was hit.
He put it on his right shoulder, but he couldn't squeeze through. Although he was about the same height as Xiao Ge, Xiao Ge stood there as straight as a pine tree, but Eto'o's shoulders were slightly curled up because of his exertion. No matter how you look at it, it looks like
The little lamb caught in the cracks made himself extremely embarrassed.
"Beep——!"
Seeing that the two situations were not right, Hauge immediately blew his whistle to indicate a sideline ball, and at the same time put his finger on the left side - Barcelona's ball.
"Oh my god?! Hey, he knocked this out."
"I didn't touch the ball just now. I jumped away. He scooped the ball out."
Xiao Ge heard Flamini shouting something when he went to serve the sideline ball. When he turned around, he found that Haug had awarded the ball to Barcelona. Xiao Ge felt hugely baffled. He didn't touch the ball at all. He immediately
Protest to the referee.
"His tackle was scratched by the sole of your foot." Haug gave a simple explanation, ignored the Arsenal players' protests, and directly signaled the Barcelona players to serve.
Flamini curled his lips and shrugged, ignoring Eto'o who rushed over to get the ball in interest, and threw the ball directly behind him for him to pick it up.
"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
"Hey, is this referee blind?"
"Eto'o's tackle was very fierce, Xiao did not touch the ball."
"How did this penalty come about?"
"There were mistakes at the beginning, which is worrying."
"Maybe he hasn't woken up from the shock just now and is a little nervous. Referees are human beings too."
"Hopefully this is his last stupid mistake of the game."
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As Eto'o's tackle was played back on the big screen, Haug's refereeing attracted countless boos, and there were also many comments from the major commentators. This penalty had no basis at all. Eto'o was kicked.
The ball came out, it was so obvious.
"Hey, old man, should you give your referees a pair of glasses? Really, that idiot is an example. Hey, what's that expression on your face? It's better to be ugly than to be embarrassed. Don't you always say it's fair? It's so boring."
Avril, who was looking at the big screen, suddenly turned her head and gave Beckenbauer what she thought was a very reliable suggestion. However, when she saw the corners of the old man's twitching mouth, she became dissatisfied.
"Ahem, cough, cough, it's nothing. Anything controlled by humans will have errors. The player's body just blocked the referee's vision, and Xiao's feet were not raised as high as expected, right?"
Although Beckenbauer didn't care about Avril's unreliable suggestions, he couldn't ignore the other girl's teasing smile, cleared his throat, and tried to explain.
And what Platini was thinking also appeared. One of the shots at the scene still focused on him, and then followed Blatter's movement. Finally, an unexpected picture came into view, in which a tall, thin, energetic old man was pointing.
On the court, I was talking to two little girls. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian () to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
