Same as before.
After two passes, the ball reached Wang Chu, who had retreated to the backfield.
As was the routine for the previous half hour, Wang Chu, who turned and dribbled forward, would run into Gala's defense.
However, this time, Wang Chu did not choose to confront Gala head-on.
After Gala rushed up, Wang Chu turned his body and passed the ball to Alves, who rarely runs up from the right to participate in the attack.
"My God! He finally decided to pass the ball!" Lineker breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Wang Chu's action!
On the field.
Gala, who had been observing Wang Chu's footwork since he ran up, was also clearly surprised. He didn't expect that Wang Chu, who had been fighting against him for almost half an hour, would stop being so stubborn.
It seems the tackles earlier yielded some results.
Although he had received a yellow card, the young man from the East was clearly a bit scared!
After passing the ball, Wang Chu continued running towards Arsenal's penalty area, and Gallas quickly followed.
When the two ran to the top of the penalty area.
Alves on the wing has advanced to a position about 30 meters from the goal line.
Directly in front of him stood Klich, who was ready for battle.
In the middle lane.
Alonso, who had already run up, waved to Alves for the ball, while Wang Chu, who was in front of Alonso, also waved in Alves' direction.
However, while waving.
Wang Chu didn't forget to turn his head and pour hot oil on Gala beside him: "Hey! Big black guy! I heard your salary isn't even as high as that number four on your team! Is that true!? He's only 20 years old, and his salary is higher than yours? Are you that bad!?"
After saying that.
Seeing that Alves had already passed the ball, Wang Chu ignored Gallas's reaction and immediately started running in the direction the ball was rolling.
Gala didn't know how Wang Chu knew her specific salary.
However, Wang Chu was right about one thing: Fabregas's salary was indeed slightly higher than his own, even though Wenger had already agreed to a contract extension with him, and his salary would exceed Fabregas's after the extension.
But for someone like Fabregas, who is only 20 years old, to have a higher salary than him.
Gala has been dissatisfied for a long time!
It felt like being doused with hot oil.
Suddenly.
Gala felt his blood rush to his head, and anger filled his mind. He had forgotten that he had a yellow card on his back. His eyes were fixed on the incredibly thin figure in front of him, and he strode towards Wang Chu.
Wang Chu heard footsteps behind him.
He wasn't sure if Gala would rush at him and do something dangerous because of what he had just said.
But as an attacking midfielder.
Wang Chu immediately realized that even if Gala fouled him, his position after receiving the ball would not maximize his advantage.
I heard footsteps slightly to the right behind me.
Wang Chu made a decisive decision.
When the ball rolled to his feet, he didn't stop it. Instead, he blocked it with his right foot, first sending the ball into Arsenal's penalty area. Then, he turned his body, pushed off with his left foot, and dribbled into Arsenal's penalty area as well!
Wang Chu's movement caused Gala's first attack to miss.
In his imagination, he could take advantage of Wang Chu's moment of stopping the ball to pounce on him and knock him down, and perhaps this kind of physical collision without kicking would not be called a foul by the referee.
But now.
Just like before, Wang Chu used a simple movement to get rid of himself.
This casual gesture made Gala, who was already in a state of anger, finally lose her temper.
He automatically ignored the white lines painted on the lawn to represent the penalty area, and also ignored Toure, who had moved over to defend after Wang Chu dribbled into the penalty area. The consequences of committing a foul in this area were also forgotten by the Frenchman.
Aiming at Wang Chu's right foot, which was reaching out to touch the football.
Kick out, fall to the ground, slide, and place the shovel.
Completed in one go!
One second later.
A scream and a sharp whistle reached Gala's ears at the same time!
"Demon!! Demon!! Penalty!! Red card!!" As Wang Chu writhed on the ground in agony, clutching his leg, Lineker in the studio could no longer contain his rage. "That Frenchman, he's a complete executioner!! He went for Wang's leg!!!"
Today's referee, Howard Webb, was standing on the line of the central penalty area, and from this side angle, he could see Gallas's actions clearly.
Without any hesitation.
As soon as the whistle blew, Webber pointed to the penalty spot.
at the same time.
Before the Arsenal players could even surround him, Webber ran a few steps, walked up to Gallas who had just gotten up, and pulled out a yellow card for the second time towards the Arsenal captain!
When Li Shiguang saw Gala fall to the ground, he was already slowly moving his feet.
Seeing Wang Chu brought down, Li Shiguang ignored Webber's decision and rushed to the fourth official, shouting angrily, "James!! Suspended!! I demand the FA suspend him!! Look at his actions, is he even playing football?! How can such a violent foul occur in our Premier League?!"
"Quiet... Li... Quiet." Seeing the furious Li Shiguang, the fourth official could only try to calm him down. "The referee has made his decision; Li has been sent off. As for your question, a committee will follow up on it after the match!"
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