Leo Cook thought so, intending to pass the opponent's player, and then see if he can go straight from the middle. If he can break through directly, then shoot. If he can't, he can attract the opponent's defensive attention to the middle, and there will be a chance on the side... Leo Cook, who made up his mind, took the football under his feet forward and was ready to break through.

Chu Zhongtian was waiting for him here. When he saw him wading the football out, he immediately stepped on everything and got stuck between Rio Cook and the football.

Leo Cook, who had just started, seemed to hit a wall and had to brake urgently. He raised his hands and signaled to the referee to stop the foul. He did not want to deceive the referee to affect the referee's penalty, but he believed from the bottom of his heart that Chu Zhongtian could block the position, which must be blocking the foul.

Why can an amateur team stop me without fouls?

The referee seemed to have the same idea, because he blew the whistle in his mouth and signaled that Chu Zhongtian would make a foul and should give the home team a free kick.

"Foof?" Chu Zhongtian pointed at himself in surprise and asked the referee. "I cut in from the side, why was it me fouled? I also want to complain about him pulling people behind his back!"

The referee didn't take this trick. He stood in front of Chu Zhongtian, waved his hand to signal him to go back quickly, and then he would be a yellow card in a long and long-winded manner.

"Is this a foul?" The same question included John Motterson sitting in the commentary seat. With his years of experience as an commentator, he didn't think it was a foul, so he turned his doubtful eyes to Stuart Pierce, who was a player.

Pierce shrugged: "No, it was a very beautiful defense. Rio Cook was a little far away from his body when he was drifting. Maybe it was because of underestimating the enemy. This gave that..." He looked down at the name written on the paper, and recalled how the name should be pronounced. "That Chu Zhongtian's chance. The referee's penalty was a bit hasty. Perhaps he was influenced by Rio Cook - in his opinion, it seemed that amateur players could only rely on fouls if they wanted to cut off professional players' balls. But this was unfair."

"It's your mother's rules!" Wimbledon's fans were not as polite as Pierce. They directly raised their middle fingers to curse in the field.

Accustomed to watching Wimbledon Athletics, they have long been familiar with Chu Zhongtian's playing style and ability. For them, Chu Zhongtian's position just now could not be a foul, how could it be a foul?

"I'll do it! In the ninth league, there will be no short-sighted referee who will say it is a foul! You idiot referee!"

"A referee of this level can also enforce the FA Cup game? I'm better than him when I go up!"

Amid the booing of the fans, the referee still insisted on his own penalty. Although now that he remembered that the No. 8 player of the Yellow Team just now seemed to be a foul... But the penalty was made. If it was revised immediately, where would his authority be placed? The game only started two minutes, how should I control the next 88 minutes of the game?

Chu Zhongtian was pulled down by Kevin Cooper and asked him to line up the wall. Leo Cook picked up the football and put it on the foul spot, preparing to take a free kick.

This place is not far from the goal, about twenty-eight meters. Chu Zhongtian didn't expect that he would be judged for a very ordinary position, otherwise he wouldn't have given the opponent such a good free kick at the beginning.

But soon he was no longer worried, and Rio Cook kicked the free kick into the stands with one kick.

The visiting fans in the stands booed again, mocking him for his poor set-piece footwork and putting psychological pressure on him.
Chapter completed!