The moment the whistle sounded, Song Shiwan stared at the referee as if he had been frozen. Not only him, but almost everyone in the entire Upton Park Stadium looked at the referee.

This goal is too critical for Leeds. If it is blown away, Leeds can successfully score 1 point away. Even if Arsenal wins the supplementary game, it will only surpass Leeds' goal difference. Otherwise, Leeds' situation will change and Arsenal will regain its lead position.

When is it now? If the current situation still occurs at this time, Leeds's just-raised morale will be completely suppressed.

At this moment, the referee stretched out his hand and the entire Upton Park suddenly cheered!!!!

“YE!!!”

“FUCK-Leeds!!!”

The sound of tsunami swept across the field, and Song Shiwan's eyes were like flames ignited, as if the whole world was burning.

He couldn't help it anymore, and finally couldn't help it anymore, just as the bomb in his mind completely exploded, and the impact force after the explosion shattered the entire world.

The defense of Deselli and the referee on the court was like a silent picture in Song Shiwan's eyes. The dispute between the players was like an increasingly blurry scene. Song Shiwan wanted to kill someone, and wanted to kill the referee in black clothes.

Song Shiwan couldn't stand the next game, and stood on the side of the court. West Ham began a dirty defense, and Leeds' offense became extremely chaotic...

90 minutes later, the referee still gave stoppage time and gave Carrick a yellow card to balance the atmosphere in the field. But can all this compare to a goal?

Before the referee's judgment, Song Shiwan thought he had accepted the size of the Premier League, accepted the home advantage of the Premier League, and accepted everything irregular in the football world. When Ferguson, Ridzdale, home advantage, and other words that have only been seen in forums and websites before really appear in front of him, it feels like when you hear others be wronged, "Honest, isn't the whole world like this?" But it's your turn, you will immediately pick up the kitchen knife and scold, "By him - what's the mom!"

When you see others' pain, you always feel that there must be something hateful about pity. You must love someone. I will fight with you!

Beep!

As soon as the whistle sounded, Song Shiwan immediately turned around and rushed into the player's passage, full of anger.

Jeff was stunned for a moment, and Woodgate became even more upset and asked quickly: "Assistant coach, what's wrong with the head?" He was afraid that Song Shiwan would hold this matter directly on his head. Can he bear it? He still has to play for Leeds!

"Maybe you're angry? After all, Carrick hit Radbey from behind the ball."

After Jeff said that, he felt a little scared. He was a person who liked to watch horror movies, especially horror movies with perverted cases. The criminals in them performed very normally on weekdays, but once something stimulated to the "G-point", he would go completely crazy. He knew who he was. He was silent on weekdays, but he was a leopard, punched Lee Bowyer, and beat Woodgate hard. Anything that makes people feel a chilling in the back of his neck. This time he made the home advantage trick... What he knew what he would do.

Whoosh.

Without waiting for the players, Jeff rushed out in a flash. When he rushed into the locker room and found that there was no one, the first thing he thought of was the press room.

The player had just walked down from the court. The players on both sides had already started to glar in the player's passage. After seeing Jeff, Leeds first let go of his resentment because Jeff was running.

"Teacher assistant, where are you going?"

"Go and intercept a refrigerated explosive barrel that is about to explode!!!"

The players were confused. What words were there? There was no connection between the previous and next sentences.

Radbey glanced at the players and said as the captain: "Or why should we go and have a look?"

...

...

At the press conference, Song Shiwan came earlier than everyone else. He kept looking through the notebook in his hand. Sometimes he could even feel that his fingers were about to ignite the notebook.

A moment later, the reporters came late, and when West Ham's head coach Rhode appeared, almost all the reporters looked at him.

Without waiting for anyone to start asking questions, Song Shiwan said aggressively: "This is an unfair game. Our players struggled to defend for a full 80 minutes. I swear that they and their girlfriends had never worked so hard before. But today, they encountered a discrimination. The referee of this game... Sorry, I am unwilling to remember the name of a referee who is just a scattered person. Such a person who doesn't even understand the rules of football is not worthy of letting me call out his name!"

"The referee in this game immorally judged a foul goal as a valid goal, and we will definitely..."

Rhodes was not happy. After all, this was his home court. If he didn't say a few words for the head coach, who would give him a home advantage in the future: "Mr. Song, I have to say, how did you conclude that the ball was a foul? Could it be that all people from the football desert are so unfounded and talking nonsense? If I guess correctly, you didn't even watch the game replay and complained to the press conference? Anyway, I didn't see anyone fouling. I think Carrick's goal is effective and beautiful. At this point, I support the referee's penalty."

Song Shiwan turned his head and glared at Rhode, touching his upper lip slightly, and almost choked Rhode with a heart attack in a word: "When Maradona scored a goal with his hand, all Argentine fans said this, Mr. Rhode, I think you have a Latin American style!"

"You!" What else can Rhode say?

The 1986 World Cup was the fundamental reason why England and Argentina became arch rivals for so many years. Do you dare to coach the English Premier League club, especially West Ham, a place like West Ham, who has football hooligans as a low-level fan, to prove that Song Shiwan's evidence is inappropriate? But without saying anything, don't you prove that you are like the Argentine fans at the time, just a person who can tamper with anything for victory?

The reporter was collectively excited. Song Shiwan, who had always been unspeakable, did not expect that even cheating people was so literary. It seemed that after this game, the unjust case 16 years ago would be revealed.

At the same time, Song Shiwan stared at Rhode, his eyes as if he had shifted his hatred object and was about to say something, the Leeds player felt it, and everyone was standing at the door with gasps, and at this time, Jeff had been at the door for a full half minute.

"What do you think of me? Why do you comment on this game and that foul? What do you know about this game? Do you know how many times West Ham besieged Leeds? There were 16 besieged in the first and second half! Do you know how many times the tactics you set were broken by me in normal games? 7 times! Use Joe Cole's breakthrough to attract defense, Difoe responded, DiCapou was responsible for forward insertion, and completing tactical crosses is your tactic, right? If you are not blind, you will definitely see me strangled this tactic from four joint positions in your tactics for 80 minutes. Without Joe Cole's outbreak, tell me what your tactic is??"

"How many times did Carrick rush into Leeds' penalty area in normal games? What is his chance of passing in the midfield interception? Do you have any idea? If it is not the last foul goal, I tell you that even if Carrick scores 5 points at 442, it will be considered a friendly score!!!"

"Did you see that Mateo performed very long today, with a defensive success rate of up to 87%? Did you see Hart almost break his leg in the defense of the whole wing? You saw that Martin was busy with high and low gear, just to relieve the pressure on Leeds' defense line? Tell me, if there was no foul goal, where could you break through Leeds' defense line? When Leeds used the full-game defense for the first time and compressed space!!!"

Song Shiwan dug out his bottom. His data theory blocked all the media from the surface for the first time. In anger, the iceberg melted into a vast ocean, with rough waves, and floods appeared under the strong wind of anger.

Looking up, Song Shiwan stared at all the media. He wanted to speak and fully vent all his emotions since he achieved Leeds's coaching position. So he simply shouted: "In 1986, England was defeated by Argentina, but after returning to China, he was treated like a hero. Sixteen years later, the Premier League is rising, and Nottingham Forest and Manchester United won the European Champions League three times!"

"England did not give up because of one unfairness. I tell you all, Leeds will not give up!!!"

"We will definitely not take ten years. Maybe in the next game, Leeds shows you the tyranny that no matter how many home advantage you have, you can't suppress it!"

He shouted a little loudly, and finally he had to lower his voice and said, "Wait, gentlemen, we will tell you the result at the end of the season. When the Premier League becomes the world's No. 1 league, we will tell everyone that the club coached by me, Song Shiwan, will make you unable to open your eyes, just use my skin color and my nationality!"

I stood up and left, in the silence, the sound of the heels of the leather shoes touching the floor seemed so crisp.

When Song Shiwan walked to the door, all Leeds players looked at him collectively, but Song Shiwan said without looking back: "What are you doing if you don't leave? Leeds doesn't need anyone's apology. We will only step on their bodies on the throne and show their hideous faces!"
Chapter completed!