The Barcelona player looked proudly at his opponent's angry but helpless look, and his face was filled with smiles of conspiracy.

Even though they really didn't have a secret deal with UEFA, they could clearly feel the referee's care for them from the previous season of the Champions League.

That's why they take advantage of this so unscrupulously. This is not considered gambling, because they have sufficient confidence and the referee will definitely make tendency judgments.

As it turns out, their idea is correct, especially in offside. As long as the offside trap is set up, as long as it is not obvious that the offside is not offside, the referee will eventually decide Inter Milan will be offside.

Even Yaya Toure knew that he was obviously on the same level as Vardy just now, and there was no such thing as offside at all, but the fact is that the referee still judged offside.

Perhaps, with just one referee, Barcelona has become invincible.

When Inter Milan players were driven away by the referee, Vardy stood in front of the referee, looking at the referee with an expressionless face, without saying a word, but no one could see the meaning in his eyes, and the referee was so embarrassed that he was seen.

Then Vardy turned around and left without leaving a word.

He looked up sideways and looked at the box. Vardy knew that some big guy might be smiling proudly there, and everything is in control of laughter.

It doesn't matter!

Please laugh as much as you like!

Because I will make you laugh soon!

I can't laugh anymore!

I do what I say!

Never break your promise!

The sharp light released from Vardy's eyes seemed to be hotter than the lighting on the court.

After Barcelona re-telephoned, perhaps because of the confidence, they began to push forward more unscrupulously, completely treating the game field as their own back garden and asking for it.

However, Inter Milan's performance was even more radical. Because of the misjudgment just now, the players' mentality was not calm at all. Under the stimulation, they felt like they were ignoring everything. When they snatched it, they were so imposing like they were desperate. Even if they couldn't grab the ball, they had to die with the enemy.

The game suddenly became hot and intense, full of gunpowder. With just three passes, two Barcelona players had already fallen to the ground, and just under the referee's nose, Inter Milan was truly unscrupulous.

That’s right, Inter Milan is eager for a championship, and she is extremely eager!

But in such a kind of organizer who should not even be fair intent, and you still play step by step, what's the point?

Instead of dying with a grievance, it would be better to have a vigorous explosion that would blow the whole world to pieces.

Don’t think about what I can’t get!

At that moment, even Inter Milan players had the idea of ​​giving up.

The referee's whistle rang. Seeing Busquets rolling on the ground holding his ankles, he decisively called the stretcher to enter the field, and then gave Stankovic a yellow card. If he didn't take action, the referee knew that the game might be out of control.

When the Barcelona players saw their teammates' miserable appearance, they came to Stankovic in furiously to settle the score. However, how could Inter Milan players stand by and rush over to join the battle group. Another large-scale melee between the two sides began.

However, unlike the turmoil in the first half, this time it was obviously even more popular. With the gradual loss of control of Inter Milan players, simply pushing can no longer satisfy their desires. Only fists, full of strength, can vent their endless indignation.

Puyol rushed over and pushed Stankovic to the ground with both hands, but before he could make the next move, Maicon had already punched Puyol on Puyol's cheek and knocked Puyol to the ground.

Seeing that the captains were knocked to the ground, the Barcelona players could not resist the impulse. The black and hard Yaya Toure turned over and punched Maicon to the ground. At this moment, the two teams had no worries or reservations at first and completely fought together.

How could Vardy still bear it? The monk's attributes were already ready to move, and his hands and feet were trembling involuntarily. It was not nervousness or fear, but the excitement before the war.

Yaya Toure was going to attack Macon lying on the ground. Vardy kicked Yaya Toure. Maybe Yaya Toure was a good fighter, but Vardy, possessed by the monk, would definitely teach him how to be a human being in minutes.

However, just as Vardy had already flown into the air, she was stuck in the air and was held in the waist and couldn't kick Yaya Toure.

At this time, he would be the opponent's bastard. Without saying a word, Vardy was about to punch him.

However, just as the fist was about to hit the face of the person behind him, he finally stopped in front of the man, probably only a few centimeters away.

Vardy never expected that the one who hugged him was his goalkeeper Cesar.

Do you hold me and fuck me?

Undercover?

Everyone has already started to fight, but you are stopping your own people. What is this not an undercover agent?

However, before Vardy could speak, Cesar hugged himself tightly and dragged him down the field. In addition, the assistant coach rushing over from the bench, Vardy was actually held away from the battlefield by the two of them.

"Don't stop me, otherwise we will suffer! Let go and let me go!"

Vardy roared loudly, but Cesar and the assistant coach still hugged him tightly, not giving him a chance to join the battle group.

"Calm down!" Cesar suddenly shouted in Valdi's ear, yelling Valdi for a moment.

"No matter what, as long as you are on the court, we have hope of winning! If you want to fight, there will be opportunities in the future. The champion is right in front of you. Please promise me and don't do it!"

Looking at Cesar's serious and begging expression, Vardy breathed a sigh of relief, gradually recovered from his anger, and his expression became calmer.

Yes, no matter what, as long as I am still on the court, I have the opportunity to lead the team to defeat Barcelona and win the championship. Even if several teammates are sent off, Inter still has hope of winning the championship.

Maybe I am happy to play now, but I have disappointed the expectations of all Inter Milan fans.

If I am sent off, I can only watch my teammates work hard for the final championship, but I can't help the team, even if it's just doing my part.

I'm afraid that the feeling that you can't even have strength will not feel good!

Cesar is right. At least with Vardy here, Inter Milan retained the spark. One moment, this spark will turn into a sky-sky fire and ignite the sky.

"I won't do anything, I can let go!" Vardy said calmly to Cesar and the assistant coach.
Chapter completed!