Of course, this is just a complaint in Vardy's heart. In fact, the real reason is that he is not lucky!

After returning to his offensive position, his teammates' passes were still concentrated on Valdi. Whenever Vardy got the ball, his opponent looked nervous and unspeakable.

In the 83rd minute of the game, Vardy received a pass from Gravesen at the front of the penalty area and took the opportunity to make a strong shot. His sharp eyes made Tottenham's defensive players feel that the earthquake was coming.

Several players on the shooting route showed tragic expressions and turned their backs. Although they were afraid, they still had to use their bodies to block Valdi's shot.

From the perspective of Vardy—

Wow!

Very neat!

If you really shoot, I'm sorry for the look you worked hard to put on!

So Vardy raised his head high and let out a light shot, made a fake shot, then quickly withdrew, and suddenly dribbled the ball into the penalty area.

This really made the hornet's nest!

Tottenham players didn't care about posing, but when they turned around, they didn't have time to stop Valdi.

I feel like I have entered my back garden and wandered around in the garden.

No one stopped me this time, and I just finished talking to the door frame. Could it be that I won’t score a goal this time?

But at this moment, Tottenham midfielder Carrick suddenly came out from the side and made a slippery tackle.

Vardy was tripped on his legs, and the huge momentum made him roll in the air for more than a week before finally falling to the ground.

When the air was churning, Vardy didn't even react much to what was going on. After landing on the ground, he suddenly realized.

I was knocked down in the penalty area, this should be a penalty kick, right?

Before Vardy could do anything, his teammates had already rushed to the referee and wanted a penalty kick in a fierce manner, while Tottenham players also ran to the referee and tried hard to appeal.

The referee's whistle sounded very timely, but the following actions were delayed.

Vardy sat on the ground and turned around, stretched out her hands to ask the referee for a penalty kick. As long as the referee was not blind and the distance was so close, he must have seen it clearly just now.

But it turns out that the referee may be really blind.

When he reached the scene, he did not give Everton a penalty kick. Instead, he reached out to signal Vardy to get up, and at the same time he took out a yellow card and lit up at Vardy.

Fake fall!

This is the referee's penalty!

Vardy widened her eyes, as if she had seen the most incredible thing in the world.

"Is this a fake fall?"

Jumping up from the ground, Vardy rushed to the referee and questioned angrily.

"That's such an obvious foul, did you actually say I was pretending to fall? He tripped on my leg! On my leg! That's it!" As he said that, Vardy squatted down and pointed to the mark that had just left on his leg.

But the referee still looked selfless and said stiffly: "I can see clearly that he didn't touch you, and your movements are too exaggerated!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the referee seemed to suddenly remember something, suddenly realized, and then took out a red card from his pocket and lit up at Vardy.

Vardy was really blinded!

Why is there another red card?

It was only then that he suddenly remembered that after scoring the goal in the first half, he seemed to take off his clothes and celebrate again, and he received a yellow card at that time.

I'll go!

He doesn't know what to say now!

"He really tripped me just now. If you don't believe me, please ask him!" Vardy could not accept the reality and still argued with the referee, and even wanted to trip him Carrick to prove to the referee.

Unfortunately, it turns out that not all milk is called Tronsu, and not every player is called Klose!

"I didn't meet him!"

Carrick's expression is innocent!
Chapter completed!