Alvin could feel the kindness from this loving elder.
Ivan has always been kind and repaying kindness. He reached out, took the kettle he brought, and poured a cup of black tea for the other person.
He gave Trim a smile of admiration, as if he were a younger generation looking at an elder: "Try the black tea from my other hometown."
Trim didn't refuse. He took it, took a sip, and nodded in admiration.
At this time, Clattenburg changed his clothes and came out.
He sat down in the middle seat with his arms and legs stretched out his hand to get a bottle of mineral water.
The substitute assistant referee next to him was quicker and immediately handed him a bottle.
Krattenberg wiped his face, said thank you, then tilted his head back and drank half the bottle. Then he let out a long sigh of relief and threw the empty bottle into the trash can.
At this time, he finally had time to look at the team he was working with this time.
He smiled and said, "How was the first half, gentlemen?"
The fourth official replied: "Excellent. We benefited a lot from your decision."
Clattenburg did not comment. He leaned back on the sofa and stretched.
The fourth official took out the notebook and said, "Mr. Clattenburg, was Chelsea's No. 11 really brought down in the first half? I was far away and didn't see it clearly."
"Of course not. I saw it clearly. At most, he lost control and fell down."
Clattenburg replied, shrugging his shoulders: "Almost every player has to pretend to be fouled. You have to get used to it."
Everyone agreed that what he said was indeed true.
Clattenburg sighed: "Alas, there are really not many good strikers left."
After saying this, he suddenly thought of Alvin. He smiled at Ivan and said, "Young man, you are very good."
Being mentioned all of a sudden, Ivan could only humbly say, "Thank you. Your judgment was also brilliant, and there are many things I can learn from you."
Clattenburg shook his head nonchalantly: "I've seen it a lot. Just make the necessary decisions. Everything is to maintain the normal operation of the game."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Trim also took out his notebook: "I just looked at the replay. Drogba's penalty was very accurate. There is no problem at all."
Clattenburg: "The first half was generally under control and the players knew what they were doing."
He suddenly became more serious: "However, the second half of the game will probably change to a different style and will be more tiring. Gentlemen, you must be prepared."
Trim couldn't help but ask: "If the conflict between the two sides is too serious, should we increase the number of suspensions?"
Clattenburg: "I will play according to the situation to intimidate them. Chelsea's style of play has always been barbaric, and Stoke City is not bad either, but don't be nervous, I will control the rhythm." After that, he asked the referee team to disperse and rest, so that they could get enough rest for the tough battle of the next game.
15 minutes later, the halftime break was over.
The players returned to the court one after another.
The fans found that in the second half, the mental outlook of the team they supported was different!
After 15 minutes of adjustment, they were like being injected with chicken blood and their condition was revived on the spot!
Richard: "Terry steals the ball from Stoke! He kicks it past Lampard!"
Andy: "...Didier Drogba! Drogba breaks into the penalty area again! Can he make another contribution this time!?"
The center forward lived up to his reputation, the Ivorian rushed forward and successfully broke through the interception of Stoke City's defender!
Richard shouted: "Pass the ball? No, he didn't choose to pass the ball but shot it himself! Drogba! Goal!!! Didier Drogba, made a great contribution to the team! Chelsea 2-0!!"
Stamford Bridge was once again filled with cheers!
The camera can't wait to find the differences in the stands, looking forward to what new celebrations the fans will have!
However, this time, there was no second poster on the stands. They paused for three seconds as they had agreed in advance, and then sang loudly together:
"Look! There's a blue lion running over the horizon!
What? Where?
Do you see that cute angel next to it? It was snuggling up next to him obediently!
He has blue eyes! How beautiful!
It has a blue appearance! How clever!
He said to it: I will take you to win the championship!
It said to him: Okay, I will always wait for you!
oh! But why did the angel disappear?
oh! It's so anxious! It will never find him again! It couldn't find him anywhere!
oh! Come back! Alvin! oh! Come back! Angel! Stamford Bridge misses you! Leo is missing you! We are thinking of you! ah! I wake up every day hoping to see you!
Until today, right here, you reappear!
Until today, right here, the goal appeared!
Until today, right here, victory returned to Chelsea! ”
As the song spread to every corner of Stamford Bridge, the audience in front of the TV stopped what they were doing and looked at the screen.
The message board stopped scrolling without anyone noticing.
When the singing gradually faded away, it seemed as if waking up from a dream and there were new movements.
"I, I actually cried after hearing this..."
"Me too."
"Is it true that Ivan will never come back? I miss him so much..."
"It seems so. There is basically no precedent for retired players not being able to return."
“What’s more, the doctor made it very clear that his injury diagnosis was much more serious than many players who retired due to injuries.”
"Woo, woo, woo, woo, it would be great if a miracle happened."
"Isn't God merciful? Can you please ask him to let Ivan come back?"
The fans in the stands closest to Ivan were singing while looking for that familiar figure.
He stood there motionless, with his head slightly tilted, as if listening carefully.
The fans who were singing couldn't help but sing harder.
Gradually, the singing stopped and the short celebration came to an end.
The interaction they wanted had to stop. They looked at the figure eagerly, hoping that he would turn back. However, in the end, they were all disappointed, and their angel did not look back.
Their vision was limited and they could not see his expression. But there are no limits on lenses! It was aimed at Ivan's face! To be exact, it focused his eyes!
"It's snowing!" someone exclaimed.
It has been snowing on and off in Chelsea for a few days now. It finally cleared up today and the snow on the grass was cleared, making it a perfect afternoon for playing football.
A slight chill seeped into people's faces, but they seemed not to feel it. It was not just snow, it was cold and slightly wet, and seemed to be mixed with rain.
This scene seems somewhat familiar. Many more experienced fans suddenly felt that they had seen this scene somewhere before.
The author has something to say: The more I read the main text, the more stupid it becomes. Let’s watch the mini-theater.
Author (handing over the microphone): Do you think Alvin recognizes you? Why?
Gal Gadot: Yes, he poured me some tea.
Trim: Yes, he poured me some tea.
Mbappe: Yes, he taught me free kicks.
C Ronaldo: Agreed, he and I exchanged two jerseys. And make suggestions on my perfume.
Raul: I agree. They promised to give me a jersey but they haven’t exchanged it with me yet.
Ramos (proud): Super Invincible must recognize me! When will he come to referee Real Madrid? I will tell you the answer that day.
Cassie (smiling and taking something out of her bag): Oh?
Messi: There are very few people who don’t recognize me, after all, I’m so awesome.
Ramos (attentively): Captain, what are you looking for? I can help you.
Cassie (deadpan): Hemp rope.
Kaka (holding down Ramos who was trying to escape): I agree. After all, the author said that we are so similar, for example, in terms of appearance.
Toniu (cute): I agree. I want to exchange jerseys with him next time.
Cech: Is this question even worth asking?
Rooney: As the big brother of the national team, the answer to this question is obvious.
Ferguson: Those who don’t recognize me have been sacked. What about the players who don’t recognize me? Time will tell.
Mourinho: →_→
Beckham: QAQ
Clattenburg: Anyone who doesn't agree with me has left.
Everyone who fell under the red card: ...
Alvin: It doesn’t matter whether I agree or not, those who are supposed to go down will eventually go down.
Ramos, who still wanted to get close to him: …
Chelsea fans who always wanted to play with their friends: …
Ivan: People who maliciously use personal objects irrelevant to the game to affect the referee's five senses are more dangerous; people who maliciously act cute to get a penalty are more dangerous; people who maliciously slander their opponents and act realistically are more dangerous; and people who deliberately tease the referee during the game are also very dangerous. →_→
Author: Those who were not shot stood still.
Everyone who fell to the ground: QAQ
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