Bakayoko had a hard time turning around and looking for the space and angle to shoot, but halfway through the turn, he found that his intention had failed, because Jim had moved from behind him to the front, guarding himself close to him. Even if he turned around, he would have a chance to shoot. If he didn't do it well, he would throw the ball under his feet.

Seeing that the referee not far away was blocked by his teammates, he had a sudden idea in his heart. Why not use another way!

He leaned halfway over Jim and tried a little harder, then suddenly fell forward, and there was a garlic mixing under his feet, and he fell into Monaco's penalty area in a mess.

Jim ignored it and cleared the ball with his big feet. Although it was troublesome to fall to the ground, he did not think the referee would award a penalty because he did not make any excessive moves.

Baccayoko kept waving at the referee for a penalty kick on the ground, and the Marseille players in front also put pressure on the referee, as if they would not give up before they got the penalty kick; and several Monaco players also came over to explain that this was not a penalty kick, and the scene was in chaos.

Jim was a little stunned, obviously not having enough experience. He didn't expect his opponent to use such a method. If he explained to the referee as soon as possible, he might be able to take the lead.

The referee stopped the game, pushed away the players around him, ran into the penalty area and pointed the ball. He really awarded Marseille a penalty.

Of course, this is not the end. He waved his hand and called Jim, who was obviously still a little stunned, and took out a yellow card from his top pocket and lit it.

Jim was angry. There was nothing wrong with the yellow card, but the penalty kick was a bit too exaggerated. It was obvious that the opponent had a malicious fall, and it was so exaggerated. It would be fine if you didn't judge the opponent to make a false fall, but you even awarded a penalty kick. Isn't this an obvious black whistle!

Jim stopped and his anger surged, and he rushed to the referee and protested loudly, his roaring saliva was even spraying on the referee's face.

"Sir, this is not a penalty kick, it's him pretending to fall!" Jim shouted, yelling wildly.

Not only Jim, but when the referee awarded a penalty, other players in Monaco were also infuriated and ran to the scene to protest around the referee, hoping to change the penalty result.

The referee was unmoved at all, squeezed away from the Monaco players and stood firmly at the penalty spot, as if he was a just defender, ruling on the life and death of others.

"Damn it!" Zhang Mu cursed angrily. When he saw his opponent's center fall to the ground, he had a bad premonition. Now it has finally become a reality, a very fucking reality.

What Zhang Mu hates most in the football environment is the black whistle. Perhaps fake football is shameful and deceives fans' feelings, but the black whistle is even more unacceptable, especially when it happens to his own team.

When Zhang Mu watched the game in his previous life, if his favorite team encountered a black whistle, he would want to rush into the TV and teach this guy who made him hate him so much.

But now this scene really happened to him, how can he calm his anger?

Maintaining a trace of only rationality, Zhang Mu walked to the side of the fourth official on the sidelines with a gust of his anger. Every step seemed to be trembling with the earth.

"Is this referee blind? Such an obvious fake fall and even a penalty kick was awarded!" Zhang Mu roared angrily, not caring about the shocked face of the fourth official.

"Sir, please stay calm and respect the referee's judgment. If you have different objections, please raise the above after the game, but please remain restrained on the court. I will write your words and deeds truthfully in the game record." The fourth official said expressionlessly, which seemed very stylized.

Zhang Mu turned around and cursed Xiao Sheng, saying, since it can't be changed, it would be too unpaid to send himself out.

The team's strength still has an advantage. As long as the players are not affected by this penalty, there is still time. As long as they attack with all their might, the chance of winning is still very high. Now the important thing is to quickly adjust the players' mentality.

Turning around and looking at Perrin not far away, the guy's expression did not change much, but the things in his eyes could not be concealed. He was very proud, or lucky.

The players protested and boycotted on the court without any effect. The referee insisted on giving Marseille a penalty, one that was enough to affect the result of the game.

There was no hope of changing the verdict, and the players had to accept this frustrating fact. They tried their best to make the score lead in the first half, but the opponent got the opportunity to equalize so easily, and the referee had made the game unfair.

Under the urging of the referee, the opponent's midfield core Olembe stood in front of the ball, facing Monaco's goalkeeper Prato, while the other players retreated outside the penalty area.

Monaco players have placed their hopes on goalkeeper Prato. As the big brother in the team, although Prato is low-key, he is absolutely trustworthy. Although there is no shocking save, he is always the one who plays the most stable in the team. Otherwise, it would not be possible to suppress another outstanding goalkeeper Roma and firmly occupy the position of the team's main goalkeeper.

For Prato, such a scene has been experienced many times in his career. Although he is angry, he is still able to remain calm, which is also a must-have quality for an excellent goalkeeper.

Facing Olembe, Prato bent down and held his knees to maintain a state of vigilance, and could rush out like a leopard at any time, and every nerve on his body kept feeding him back.

If the penalty kick is equal to the opportunity between the free thrower and the goalkeeper, then the calmer Prato obviously has the upper hand. However, this is just an assumption that the penalty kick is not equal to the goalkeeper and the free thrower. The free thrower has to have a great advantage. After all, the goal is so big that he can choose to shoot at any place, and it is difficult for the goalkeeper to completely block it.

Olembe was a little nervous. If he stood in front of the penalty spot, no one would have had any fluctuations in his heart, let alone he knew in his heart that the penalty was very lucky.

He just now was not far from the scene of the incident and saw Bakayoko's fake fall very clearly. Although he didn't care, he was not so calm.

Taking a deep breath, slowly retreated, although he stared at the lower right corner of the goal, this was just a confusion of Monaco's goalkeeper. He wanted to shoot the ball in a perfect way.

The referee who made all Monaco players hate him so much that he whistled, Marseille could give him a penalty.

After a few steps of running, Olembe had an outside action under his feet, which seemed to be about to push the bottom right corner.

He did successfully sway to Prato, and the Monaco goalkeeper rushed to his left, which was the same as his prediction.

However, Olembe changed his foot shape when his feet touched the ball. He rubbed the instep and toes to the bottom of the ball. The ball slowly flew up like a rainbow. After flying into the air, it slowly fell towards the goal of Monaco.

The spoon penalty was undoubtedly an Olembe's bold idea, and it was really put into action.

The trajectory of the ball is very wonderful. If this penalty can be scored, then Olembe undoubtedly staged another classic scene, classic and beautiful.

If there are any flaws in this spoon penalty, it is probably the only thing that is the shortcoming. After all, Olembe temporarily changed his foot shape. Although he controlled the direction very well, his strength control was slightly insufficient.

Everyone's eyes moved with the flight of the ball, and the atmosphere was tense and solemn.

Pratop was in the wrong direction, but he did not give up. At the speed of the ball, he still had a chance to turn back and block it.

Only this slowly falling ball was left in his eyes. The world was no longer within his thinking. He turned over and squatted and rushed back to the place where he had stood. In fact, this was something that happened in an instant.

It's getting closer, closer.

The ball approached the goal line, and Prato's hand also approached the ball. It depends on how the God of Destiny arranges it, whether it is a spoon penalty kick to achieve the classic, or Prato's winning goal with a sweep.

Under the nervous gaze of all the fans, Prato finally arrived before the ball fell into the goal, blocked the ball with his hand, and bounced back into the penalty area.

Prato fell heavily to the ground, but he didn't feel any pain. With all his attention, he couldn't feel anything other than excitement.

"Well!" The fans of the audience cheered excitedly, shouting Prato's name loudly. At this moment, he was the savior of Louis II Stadium, and it was not an exaggeration to say that he was the savior.

However, although Prato was still on the ground, the danger was not completely lifted. The ball flew back into the penalty area. If the target of the mobile phone police first got a shot, it would be difficult for him to have the energy to block it.

Fortunately, Squillac got the ball first and drove it out of the sideline before the alarm was lifted.

The team members came over excitedly to hug Prato, and Prato flipped his front flip to vent his excitement. Afterwards, he even made a passionate air-loading look with Squillac. Although the final result was that he was overturned, it was still hard to hide the excited expression on their faces.

The young Jim even cried with tears in his eyes. Although Zhang Mu thought he had the potential to become a world's top defender, he was still old and lacked experience, and his psychology was not fully mature.
Chapter completed!