May 23, 2015, Stade Bauer in Saint-Ouen, a northern suburb of Paris.

French National Football League, final round.

Paris Red Star FC (red                                                                                                                                     with FC.

Although this was only a third-level semi-professional league, Red Star fans from Paris and even across the country still packed the stadium, which could accommodate 5,000 people.

They were neatly dressed in the traditional green uniforms of the Red Stars in the stands, blending in with the stadium at their feet. Coupled with the green and white flags scattered everywhere, they looked like a turbulent turquoise ocean. The hot atmosphere was in stark contrast to the simple stadium.

It is comparable to the devil's home stadium in the top league.

Such a scene is rare in any country's third-tier league. In the final analysis, it is because this game is so important to Red Star fans.

They and Red Star Paris have been waiting for this day for too long.

This team with a long history but ill-fated fate is currently ranked second in the French Football National League. As long as they can win this game, they will sit back and secure promotion, and return to the team that has been absent for 16 years.

Ligue 2.

If you lose, you still have to look at the faces of the two pursuers behind you.

However, before the game, all Red Star fans were convinced that their team could easily defeat Amiens SC, which is currently ranked seventh and has no more desires, and end this great ups and downs season with a victory.

Of course, it would be even better if we could overtake Paris FC next door in the final round and reach the top.

If we have to find a flaw in this perfect ending, it would be that Jack, the team's biggest contributor this season, was suspended due to a red card for insulting the referee in the last game. As a result, he was unable to compete today, and he was not found in the stands.

He will be the protagonist of the carnival celebration later!

For a time, countless loyal Red Star fans began to worry, and some even had no intention of watching the game. Their eyes wandered around the stadium, hoping to find the eye-catching red head.

But as the game progressed, they suddenly discovered that their worries might be unnecessary, or that they were worried in the wrong direction.

Although the Red Star players were in high spirits today, the goddess of luck did not seem to favor them, and the deadlock was not broken until the second half.

Just when everyone thought the game ended peacefully at 0-0, the referee's sharp whistle drew a big exclamation mark over the court.

At this time, there are only eight minutes until the end of the game.

………

"Fuck you bitch-eyed referee, are your eyes stuck between your pimple-covered ass!"

In front of the bench of Red Star FC, a bearded bald man with a body as strong as a bear has turned on the hair dryer.

"Why is this a foul? Our player fell to the ground first, couldn't you see it?"

"Red card?! Penalty kick?! This is a fucking flop!"

The bearded roar resounded throughout the bench. Under his reminder, the stadium that had been almost silenced began to boil again, and more French words that needed to be silenced echoed around the stadium.

Red Star fans have every reason to be angry. In just a few dozen seconds, they saw with their own eyes their team's captain David Bellion was viciously tackled. He couldn't get up for a long time. However, the referee not only did not stop the game, but also

After the forward slipped into the penalty area and fell to the ground, he sent a penalty kick and a ruby ​​card without hesitation.

Red dot set meal!

It still happened at the last moment of such an important game.

The situation took a turn for the worse, and Red Star fans booed. They had been waiting for this game for sixteen years. If they lost in the end, based on the current scores in other games, Red Star FC would fall to fourth place and would not even be qualified to participate in the promotion play-offs!

"Oh God! Lucas has touched the ball, and this tackle is cleaner than your yellow flower!"

"Black whistle! I swear, if the Red Star cannot go to the second division because of this ball, I will put a big eye in your ass!"

Not only the fans, but the Red Star players who were closer to the scene of the incident also couldn't understand the penalty. They all gathered around to argue with the referee. However, captain David Bellion was still lying in the opponent's half at this time, and the scene fell into chaos for a while.

Of course, if the hot-tempered Bellion can get back on his feet, Red Star may not only receive a red card.

At the critical moment, veteran goalkeeper Vincent Plante was still experienced. He first pushed away the emotional center back Lucas, and then signaled to other teammates that he would negotiate with the referee alone.

Lucas Hernandez was extremely aggrieved after being shown a red card. He came from the Red Star youth training and understood how important this game was to the team. His young face had already turned red, and there were even tears in his eyes.

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He has performed very well this season and is one of the cornerstones of the team's rise. Everyone is looking forward to his next performance in the second division.

But he messed up at the last moment of this most critical game.

In fact, you can't blame him. David Bellion's injury made everyone relax. Amiens SC counterattacked and it was a one-man attack. Only he desperately chased back and dribbled the ball just before the opponent's forward was about to shoot.

Put them down together.

To be fair, the ball was indeed suspected of being fouled. Vincent Plant knew that it would be difficult to persuade the referee to change his mind, so the focus of his protest was the opponent's foul on David Bellion. At this time, the Red Star captain was still clutching his hand.

Ankles lying on the ground.

The team doctor who rushed into the field was already squatting beside him. After a simple examination and questioning, the team doctor decisively made a substitution gesture toward the bench.

After receiving the bad news, the bearded man became furious again, and his angry roar could be heard in the audience behind the bench.

"Beep-beep-beep"

After a period of unpleasant smell, the fourth official next to him finally couldn't sit back and ignore it, and came over to remind:

"Mr. Pires, please pay attention to your emotions and words. If you do this again, I will tell the referee."

Red Star FC's bearded coach Manuel Pires isn't letting up.

"You don't need to tell me, I'll go by myself. I want to ask, does his whistle only sound for the Red Star?"

After saying that, he rushed into the field, looking to communicate directly with the referee face to face.

At this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed this man as strong as a brown bear from behind.

"No one is trying to persuade me! I can't let him ruin my team and the game!"

Manuel roared towards the field and continued to rush forward without looking back, but two seconds later, he was still where he was.

It wasn't that he was pretending, but the hand behind his back was too strong. A man weighing more than 200 kilograms was actually held by one hand.

Manuel, who was in a rage, was about to turn around and get angry to see which blind guy dared to stop him, when he heard a French phrase with a strange accent behind his head.

"Manly, I understand that you are angry, but you can't take the opportunity to snatch Hongxing away, she is mine."

Although the person hadn't turned around yet, Manuel already knew who was behind him, the voice that was louder than his, and the unique accent.

Only that man!

He turned around in surprise, and behind him stood a guy wearing a Red Star FC player's jacket and covering his head with a hood.

"Oh my God! Jack! I knew it was you."

Manuel gave the visitor a strong bear hug. The 1.93-meter-tall man was smiling broadly and was as excited as a baby. He didn't look like the grumpy old man he had just been.

"Damn it! How many times have I told you, don't hug me so tightly, and don't call me so affectionately, you're not a piece of meat!"

The man named Jack broke away from Manuel's murderous embrace. After the passive and intimate contact, his hood had been thrown off, revealing a bright red short head and an Oriental face, matching his movements.

With a height of 85 meters, he looks like Hanamichi Sakuragi who stepped out of Slam Dunk.

It's just a middle-aged version.

"Jack, you're disguised very well, but put your hat on quickly so you don't get discovered. You're suspended for this game."

Although Manuel looks tall and thick, he has a very delicate mind, otherwise he would not be the assistant coach of Red Star FC.

Yes, he is the assistant coach, and the real head coach of Red Star FC is the oriental man in his early thirties.

Jack Wan.

It was he who took over the team that was about to fall into the relegation zone in the middle of the season, and then led the team to the top three in the standings with a wave of 13 consecutive victories. Now it ranks second in the league with 66 points, only lower than the third.

Paris FC is 1 point behind and one step away from promotion.

If there is any shortcoming, it is his temper during the game. Compared with Manuel, he is considered gentle and gentle. One is a hairdryer and the other a bomber. They are not in the same level.

It was precisely because of his fierce output in the last game that he was sent off the field with a red card by the referee. As a result, this most critical round could only be led by an assistant coach.

So if he really wanted to be angry about the situation in front of him, it wouldn't be Manuel's turn.

If Jack hadn't been suspended, he wouldn't have been able to survive the head coach's addiction.

But now it seems that this addiction is worse than nothing.

"It doesn't matter, they can't drive me away."

Seeing the fourth official not far away looking towards him frequently, Jack Wan even waved to him with a smile, seemingly not caring about his suspended status.

What's even more strange is that the fourth official said nothing except smiling.

"What's going on? You bribed the Football Association? It's impossible. If that's the case, it's even less possible for them to award that shitty penalty kick!"

Jack had no intention of explaining to Manuel. He just asked a young player on the bench to warm up quickly and prepare to make a substitution.

Fortunately, Red Star FC only made one substitution before, and there are still two substitutions left.

David Bellion, who was lying on the grass, had already gotten up and was limping towards the outside with the support of the team doctor. Judging from the way he was chattering, he would have gone to the referee if he hadn't been dragged tightly by the team doctor.

trouble.

On the other side, goalkeeper Vincent Plante's negotiation had no effect. Under the referee's serious warning, Lucas, who was sent off, had to go to the bench.

The two Red Star FC players who were off the field came to Jack and Manuel almost at the same time.

The fourth official looked at David Bellion, who was still cursing, and very humanely did not ask Lucas to leave the field immediately. After all, this was only a semi-professional game and not so strict.

He didn't even want to anger the seemingly friendly but actually notorious Easterner.

"Boss, I..."

Lucas, who had not yet calmed down, couldn't help but want to explain when he saw the sudden appearance of the head coach, his tone even more hesitant.

After all, he is only nineteen years old and has only played as a main force in the third-level league for half a year. He has indeed never experienced such a scene.

Jack didn't even look at his proud disciple. He just stared at the court and said unceremoniously: "When you play as a defender, you must be prepared to take the blame. As for apologizing, wait until the game is over. Watch the ball first."

After saying this, the head coach of Red Star FC started stretching on the spot while mumbling to himself.
Chapter completed!