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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 Rose 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 questions directly at all, he just poked at the lungs. Ross was so angry that he yelled like a rooster: "Look at how mean you are, bah!"

"Oh my God, who are you to call me a bitch? Aren't you a bitch? You're talking like you're paying for change. You can't even buy 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 appealed to the referee Daisy Goldsmith: "He was diving, I didn't foul, he was diving, diving."

Daisy continued taking notes on the card without looking up. "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, watch 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, go away, you stinky man.

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

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

Out of political correctness, female referees are more forbidden than male referees to criticize, let alone curse. In the 2011 Premier League match between Liverpool and Wolves, the second assistant referee and famous beauty lineman Marcy Alice delayed her flags several times, which did not affect the progress of the game. However, two famous commentators from Sky TV, Richard ·Keith and Andy Gray mocked.

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 are sent to the Premier League only after their heads were caught in the door."

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

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

Three days later, Sky sacked Keith and Gray amid a torrent of "sexism" criticism. You must know that at that time, the gold medal commentator Richard Keith and the gold medal commentator Andy Gray were both industry leaders with an annual salary of nearly two million pounds. They were working emperors in the English football media industry. Because of a few gossips, they were treated like shit. I gave up on it all the same and haven't found a new love until now.

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

Is Daisy a pushover? There is no good person who can be the referee. She is not a tea bitch who only has a charming appearance and only shows weakness. Referees are basically part-time, and 23-year-old Daisy Goldsmith's job is the head coach of the high school team, the men's team. That's a bunch of wolf cubs.

Niu frowned and her eyes widened: "No. 11, you will pay the price for your words and deeds."

Unexpectedly, Gucci was even more confused at this moment. He stiffened his neck and forced himself in front of Daisy. His eyes were red with blood from anger, and a violent aura rushed towards him. "F**k your price, I'll f**k you, f**k!"

She has never been threatened so fiercely and nakedly by a man. Even if Daisy still wanted to keep calm, she couldn't help but panic and began to retreat unconsciously. This time, it further fueled Gucci’s hostility.

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

The hero fell from the sky, Zhuo Yang arrived in time and stood in front of Daisy and pinched Gu Qi'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, Zhuo Yang released his right hand and wiped it on the front of his jersey. His left hand rested casually on Gucci's neck and shoulder. It was as if his thumb was not touching his throat, but Gucci could feel a sharp coldness coming from his fingertips.

What made him even more frightened was the murderous look in Zhuo Yang's eyes, which was the horror of having truly experienced the massacre in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. In comparison, Gucci exudes violence like quails fighting for food, and it's 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 Zhuoyang's broad and solid back, Daisy was so filled with a sense of security and happiness that she almost suffocated, and her heart almost melted. Not to mention the wind and rain, let alone a mere Gucci, even if an asteroid were to hit and destroy the Stadium of Light at this moment, Daisy believed that it would never hit her.

It’s nice to have a man.

"I...uh~"

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

Encouraged by the man, the happy Daisy ducked out and took out the cards in one go, and 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 transformed into lake water, and you could see the ripples if you looked 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 is the beauty of the front and 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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In the penthouse suite of a luxury hotel on the Street in Jena-sur-Seine, 723 kilometers away from the Stadium of Light, 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.

As a result, the beautiful girl smiled even more swayingly. "My brother-in-law has such a strong taste. He also hooks up with a tomboy-like girl, 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 go to see head coach Jack Ross.

What can 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, and that was it.

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 goalpost and bounced back into the penalty area, Manchester City could not withstand the crowds on the side. Bernave, who had just earned the free kick, took the lead. The ball went into the goal with his foot, 7:0.

With this score and 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 again in the future.

Even if this group of young people in Manchester City are still having fun, the rules of the world are here, and they all know not to offend the public.

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

The Black Cats are exhausted. How many people in all these years of playing football have seen four sent off in one game? 7 people can still play an egg. No matter how calculating the head coach is, it is impossible to practice a 7-man formation with a clear goal.

Black Cats 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 depressed and distracted, and the cross-pass was obviously too light in such an open field. No one from Manchester City robbed him, nor did Zhuo Yang, but the football kicked him down as he was running forward. It was extremely accurate.

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.

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

Zhuo Yang secretly thought, "No," and didn't bother to stand up before making a gesture to stop Daisy. But it was still too late. Daisy, whose eyes were full of Zhuo Yang's loss, had already taken out the yellow card from her bulging breast pocket with a sullen face.

Cattermole already had a yellow card. Daisy, who is obsessed with sex, doesn't care about you. Huang Wan directly pulled out the red card from his pouty hip pocket.

Things are getting serious.

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