Just as Monaco players celebrated the team's escape, the referee's whistle sounded again.

Logically speaking, this whistle was the whistle that the ball was out of bounds, but the players still looked at the referee in a conditioned reflex.

The referee of this game hooked his hand at Marseille player Celestini, called him in front of him, and gave him a yellow card out of everyone's expectations.

This time it was Celestini's turn to be stunned. He didn't know what rules he had violated and had no physical contact with others. Why did he suddenly get a yellow card?

Seeing that the situation was not good, the other Marseille players were about to surround the referee to question the reasons and put pressure on them, but what was even more unexpected was that the referee pointed his hand at the penalty spot in Monaco's penalty area again.

Penalty!

Another penalty!

"Boom!" The stadium exploded, and the uncontrollable anger of Monaco fans caused the stadium to explode.

The Monaco player rushed to the referee regardless of the slightest moment, questioning loudly, and his fingers were about to poke the referee's nose.

Captain Roten was still able to maintain some rationality at this time, pushing away the most excited players, and standing in front of the referee himself.

"Sir, what's your reason? We didn't have any foul moves. Do we need to get a penalty kick even if we kick the ball out of the sideline?" Roten's tone was stiff and angry, and it was obvious that he was also suppressing his emotions.

"Didn't I show Celestini a yellow card?" The referee was timid and looked very innocent.

"But why should we be awarded a penalty for a yellow card to give him a yellow card? Isn't this very strange? How can this make sense!" This reason will not satisfy anyone.

"When Olembe scored a penalty just now, your goalkeeper moved ahead of time, so the penalty was invalid and needed a heavy penalty. I'm going to explain this, don't you know the rules? As for Celestini rushing into the penalty area in advance, he has received the punishment he deserves. I didn't give Prato a yellow card warning. You should be content, so you don't need to be entangled, it doesn't make any sense." The referee seemed patiently explained, but in fact, who can know his dirty heart?

This explanation is even more unsatisfactory, and the situation is now chaotic.

According to the rules of penalty kicks, if someone on the free throw is illegal, he will make a re-shot and will not make a re-shot; if someone on the defender violates the rules, he will make a re-shot and will not make a re-shot.

According to the referee, both sides had players who violated the rules just now, and the football was not punished. He was not punished with heavy punishments and there was nothing wrong with the rules. He also gave the away team's illegal player a yellow card, which was already considered a home whistle.

But the key question is whether Prato moved ahead of time?

The team members couldn't call, and even Prato himself couldn't call whether he really took action in advance just now.

However, the penalty is definitely not good for him now, and he will not admit it even if he moves it in advance.

Monaco players were still protesting around the referee, especially with Prato, who kept explaining that he had really not moved ahead of time just now, and this penalty kick did not require heavy punishment.

But the referee seemed to have determined this fact and ignored it at all. He was so entangled that he wanted Monaco players to show two yellow cards in a row before getting out.

Prato protested the leader's yellow card because of his emotions. In addition, Slimani, a big man, was also warned by a yellow card because he was too rushing and suspected of being ill. It was really not worth the effort.

The players have given up fighting, and the result of continuing to fight is simply unbearable. Who knows if the next one is shown will be a red card?

The players stopped fighting, but it did not mean that Zhang Mu could tolerate it.

He walked to the fourth official on the sidelines with a ferocious face, as if he could devour people.

"Is that guy blind? Or this guy doesn't have a referee qualification certificate at all. Is it funny that a bastard from the French Football Association sent such a bastard here?" In anger, Zhang Mu was already speechless.

The fourth official was sprayed with saliva on his face and looked at Zhang Mu who was furious in shock, as if he was scared.

"I need a reasonable explanation, an acceptable explanation, rather than fooling us like idiots. I want to complain, I want to complain to you!" Zhang Mu pointed at the fourth official, not giving in a step.

The fourth official finally realized that he was provoking their authority as referees.

Ignoring Zhang Mu's anger, the fourth official called the referee who was enforcing the law in the field and was preparing to re-examine the incident. He explained the incident with ignorance.

The referee threw the players on the court and were about to start the game again, ran to the sidelines, took out a red card from afar, and beat Zhang Mu in one fell swoop. In an obvious way, Zhang Mu was expelled from the court.

Zhang Mu laughed in anger, without any words or movements, turned around and entered the player channel casually, leaving only an unpredictable back.

The Monaco player on the court was stupid. What's the situation? Even the coach was sent off?

The referee returned to the court without waiting at all, and directly signaled that the Marseille players could make free throws, and the game started over again.

These few minutes are like a stage play with extremely rich plots, with climaxes in the middle, making people unable to help but be amazed at the large amount of information.

Even his coach was sent to the stands, and Monaco's players seemed to lose their fighting spirit at once, or the fighting spirit was greatly affected.

Prato was not able to magically line this time, Olembe easily sent the ball into the lower left corner of the goal, while Monaco goalkeeper pounced on the right.

When the second half was 20 minutes, the two teams stood on the same starting line again. After more than 60 minutes of hard work, they found that they were all doing useless work.

However, after Monaco kicked off the midfield, the situation of the game became confusing. Marseille reversed the decline just now when Monaco was in powerless. The overall formation was pressing down on its own attacking fangs, as if it was a poisonous snake who wanted to have a good meal.

Monaco's momentum declined sharply. After a few symbolic resistance, the midfield fell completely and was suppressed by Marseille in its own half. The tough resistance against the opponent's attack.

Diyala seemed to be weak, and Monaco, whose waist was not heard, was inevitable. It was like a duel with someone, with his opponent fists straight and his legs, but he covered his waist with both hands, and there was no need to fight at all.
Chapter completed!