It would have been fine if he didn't look up, but as soon as he looked up, he saw a familiar young man in the VIP stands.
— Irvin DeWitt.
When he was teaching referee trainees, DeWitt sat in the front row and answered his questions very accurately.
As far as I can remember, the other party has already participated in officiating several games and the results are quite good.
Moreover, as a former player, he has more experience in major competitions and is able to endure psychological stress better.
Weber's eyes lit up.
Ivan faintly heard someone calling his name. The sound seemed to come from the stadium.
Um? The voice sounds familiar.
He leaned over the fence and looked down.
A man in his 30s wearing a black referee sportswear was waving at him.
It's Mr. Weber!
The other party shouted at him to go down, and then instructed the staff to provide him with convenience.
Alvin didn't understand what he meant, but he still stood up as he said.
"Do you recognize that referee?" Zhou Wen asked.
"That was one of the teachers who taught me referee training. His name was Howard Webb."
Zhou Wen nodded in understanding. She had heard of Weber's name. He was a well-known international referee with a high reputation.
In that case, she felt relieved.
She was relieved at the moment, because the development of the second half of the game would surprise her.
Irvin was a little surprised to learn what Webber was going to ask him to do, but he was more excited about getting a chance to play.
How old was Webber when he became an international referee?
34 years old! How long can the law be enforced? No more than 10 years!
Referees are different from players, and it is not easy for young referees to stand out. If you want to be a referee, upgrade to a national referee, or even an international referee, you often have to rely on seniority and experience.
Therefore, the famous referees that most people have seen are basically balding old men. But referees also need to exert a lot of physical energy. They have a set retirement time. When they gain experience and their physical strength cannot keep up, they must be forced to leave the industry in their 40s.
The time they really shine is actually similar to that of players whose sports career only lasts a dozen years.
Ivan's goal has never been to gain experience. He has enough talent, confidence and courage to enforce the law. All he lacks is the opportunity.
Only with enough exposure opportunities will the Referee Association pay attention to him, give him better resources, and focus on training him.
"Young man, come to watch the Arsenal game?"
Weber raised an eyebrow and patted his shoulder.
"It just happens to be Arsenal's home ground. By the way, I brought my referee certificate." Alvin took out his first-level qualification certificate.
He understood what the other party meant in an instant. Webber was afraid that as a new referee, he would not be able to adjust his mentality well and would not treat all teams equally when he met his favorite team.
Weber nodded slightly and signaled the staff to help bring a temporary referee uniform and hand it to the other party.
"Warm up well and don't catch a cold." It is early November now and the weather has turned cold a long time ago. It even snowed a few days ago.
"You have experience now, so I don't need to remind you. In fact, there is not much difference between the Premier League and the Championship. Just treat them as the same game."
Weber thought for a moment and added, "Don't be nervous."
The halftime break is over.
At this time, Italy.
Tita and her younger brother Zuka sat in front of the TV, watching TV programs boredly.
She randomly pressed the Premier League live channel.
Zuka's eyes widened, "Ivan! Sis, it's Ivan!"
Tita also exclaimed: "Oh my God, it's really him!" Her little face was flushed and her big eyes were shining with excitement.
"Daddy! It's Ivan!" Zuka jumped off the sofa.
Mourinho raised his head from a pile of Inter Milan player data and rubbed his forehead with a headache: "What did you say? What Ivan?"
"Daddy! Ivan is on TV!"
Madman Mourinho didn't react immediately: "On TV? What show?"
The two children said in unison: "Premier League!"
"..." Mourinho was helpless and was pulled away by his eldest daughter and youngest son.
He was about to tell his two children again that their idol, Alvin Devitt, had retired on the eve of the European Cup and would no longer play football. They must be watching some Premier League players’ goal highlights again, right?
"Daddy, look! Brother Ivan is wearing black clothes! I want to wear black clothes too!"
Mourinho agreed verbally and promised to buy a black jersey for his son, then turned his head and looked at the TV casually.
"!!!"
The madman stared. This kid didn't even tell him that he was the referee!
What hit him even harder was what his daughter said next.
"Dad, Ivan is so handsome. I like him so much. Can I marry him in the future?"
"…If you still think this way when you grow up, Dad will respect your decision. The premise is that you have to like each other, just like your mother and I."
Looking at his daughter's longing eyes, Psy felt like crying but had no tears. My daughter is almost 13 years old. She has grown up and has her own ideas. She is not as easily fooled as my son!
The most important thing is that she is about to be kidnapped by other guys!
Even if that brat is Alvin...if it's Alvin, he will consider it.
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The fans at the scene gave warm applause to the figure standing on the sidelines of the court.
Most people recognized his identity.
They all have their own teams to support, so they don't really respect Ivan, who came from Chelsea.
Perhaps because they were impressed by his past glorious achievements, or perhaps because they simply sympathized with him, everyone applauded spontaneously.
For his perseverance in returning to the court.
Ivan could have done something else, why would he return to the court to do such a hard job with a huge difference in salary from that of other players?
Wenger and Ferguson also noticed him.
Ivan, who had done nothing, suddenly heard a system notification sound.
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When the players returned to the court, they discovered something was different from the first half.
"Hey, Cris, look, doesn't that guy look a bit like DeWitt?" Rooney casually looked where everyone was looking and his eyes suddenly widened.
"The one in the referee uniform."
Ronaldo's expression instantly became the same as Rooney's.
"Beep!" Weber blew the whistle, signaling the two people to stop being dazed and return to their positions quickly. The game was about to start and they should not waste time.
So the two of them walked back after realizing it belatedly.
Their unusual movements and expressions attracted the attention of the camera.
"What are the two Manchester United front players looking at? Photographer...what???"
Andy glared, "Don't tell me you saw the same thing as I did, old friend."
"The linesman was replaced? The one who replaced the linesman in the first half was... Alvin de Witt, the former Chelsea player who was just sitting in the Arsenal stands?!"
Message boards scrolled like crazy.
"You're such a cunning commentator! You just added so many adjectives on purpose! What do you want to say?!"
"It seems like there is a lot of information..."
"Get lost! How can I, Alvin, be an Arsenal fan? He is from Chelsea and I don't allow him to like any other team!"
Ah, but it is indeed a bit embarrassing. Regardless of whether Alvin is an Arsenal fan or not, ahem, at least he can't be a Manchester United fan.
Everyone has not forgotten the Champions League final a few months ago! Even now, Chelsea fans are still itching to see Manchester United! As a former Chelsea player, Alvin certainly doesn't like Manchester United!
The two commentators received prompts from their headsets.
Richard laughed and said, "Hahaha, so that's how it is. This is such a dramatic turn of events."
Andy added: "Due to the temporary illness of the two linesmen in the first half, two people were replaced in the second half. But we all know that there are only two substitute assistant referees and the fourth official, so Ivan Devitt is probably here to save the day."
The message board was quickly overrun by Irwin's fanatical female fans.
"Oh my God! What did I just say? I said I wanted to see Alvin run!"
"I said I want to watch Alvin referee the Premier League!"
“Aaaaaaaaah!”
“It actually came true!”
"No, no, no, how many shots does a linesman get?! When will Ivan be the referee? I will definitely follow every game!"
There are also Manchester United fans who are scared:
"Pah? To save the day? He's here to make people laugh."
"It's another match where whoever the referee says wins wins, haha."
"Is Wenger going to coach Chelsea?"
Arsenal fans who don’t know what happened but feel like it’s pretty awesome:
"This is called the changing fortunes, hahahaha!"
At this time, Zhan Jun, who was broadcasting the Premier League live in Taiwan, also saw this scene.
"Huh? Isn't this the Chelsea player Irwin who just retired? What a pity for him."
"Now you're a referee? That's good."
"Friends may be curious why I specifically mentioned him. Not only because he is Europe's golden boy, there is one thing many fans may not know, his grandmother is an authentic Chinese, he is of mixed Chinese and English descent!"
Senior Premier League fans in China also know Ivan, but the time he played in the Premier League was too short. In addition, CCTV, the main traffic source, did not buy the Premier League broadcasting rights at all, which was not enough for the mainland people and compatriots in Taiwan to have more impression of him.
They only know that his achievements are beyond the reach of many Chinese players playing in the Premier League.
Ivan pulled at the ill-fitting referee uniform on his body, which was a bit tight.
The size of this dress is about 175, which is a bit too tight for him who is 186 cm tall. Fortunately, he has a small frame, so he can fit into the clothes.
The game has begun.
Arsenal attack!
Andy shouted excitedly: "Ferdinand steals the ball! Beautiful! His big foot finds Ronaldo!"
Richard continued: "It's strikingly similar to the start of the first half!"
“Can Manchester United break the deadlock?”
Irving stared closely at Ronaldo who was dribbling the ball and dealing with the Arsenal defender, and his fingers holding the flag tightened slightly.
The two were getting closer and closer to the sideline.
The Arsenal defender made some small movements with his hands, which were not very obvious.
As long as there are no big or dangerous movements, they are all within the range of reasonable collision.
The two players pressed all the way, and the Manchester United players were a little late in their positions. Rooney and others were stuck in their positions and missed the best time to pass the ball.
The Portuguese had no choice but to wait for an opportunity to pass.
To be honest, he has never been afraid of anyone when it comes to riding a bicycle.
One, two, three.
Richard: "C Ronaldo's bicycle kick was performed! Well done! The opponent's defender was successfully fooled by him!"
"He's speeding up! Rooney! Rooney is ready, should he shoot it himself or give it to Rooney?"
Arsenal defender Shag took one look at it and without thinking, he reached out and grabbed it.
C Ronaldo was suddenly pulled to the ground by the huge inertia.
Ivan's eyes narrowed and he raised the flag decisively.
Shagna quickly raised his hands to show that he was innocent.
He chose a very good angle, as his back was to the linesman, and the referee's view was blocked by his teammates.
But Alvin didn't look at him again, but looked at Weber who was running over.
"Arsenal player committed a foul?" Weber asked.
"Yes, the hand was pulled and fell."
Weber nodded and reached for his trouser pocket. He turned around and gave a free kick to Ronaldo.
This position is very close to the goal, just outside the penalty area.
This was a tactical foul by Arsenal.
Seeing this, the Arsenal players quit. They surrounded him, trying to fight for it.
"Mr. Weber, Manchester United's No. 7 fell down so well. Look, a little further away is the penalty area. He is clearly trying to get a penalty!"
Shagna also looked aggrieved: "Yes, I didn't do anything, he fell on his own!"
C Ronaldo spread his hands and said, your acting is much better than mine.
Given that Ronaldo was well-known for his diving in the past few seasons, he was nicknamed "Diving Ronaldo", which was well-known in the minds of the referees. So the Arsenal players were fearless in their behavior.
Rooney came over aggressively to support his teammates and rolled up his non-existent sleeves.
"I said, hey, man, the linesman said he saw it, are you going to question his authority?"
Shagna's face turned red and his neck became thick: "Did the referee see that, Mr. Weber, how could you believe the one-sided story of that newcomer? He..." Fabregas saw that Weber paused in taking out the cards and looked like he was about to change the cards, so he quickly covered his mouth and dragged him away.
Shagena knew he had spoken out of turn, and he did not dare to criticize the referee anymore. He just muttered and cursed, "Perfume maniac."
God knows how painful it is to press Ronaldo closely!
I could almost faint from his suffocation!
My mind is not clear anymore, and I still have to eat cards. Do I think it’s easy for me?
"Arsenal's No. 3 received a yellow card and Manchester United got a free kick in the front court," Andy half-jokingly said, "Friends who are still questioning whether Devitt is an Arsenal fan, you should know the answer now, right?"
Richard was reserved: "No, no, no, we don't know whether he was or not. We only know that he definitely didn't hesitate at all in raising the flag."
The TV has just replayed it and it was indeed a foul by an Arsenal player. In the slow motion of the TV, Shagna's dirty hands reached out to Manchester United's No. 7, and the latter fell down with a grim look on his face, which was very obvious.
The camera also captured a sharp black figure standing on the sidelines.
He held the flag in his right hand, held his head high and chest out, had a slender waist and a perky butt, smooth and beautiful muscle lines, and long and straight legs. The beautiful figure is perfectly outlined by the ill-fitting clothes.
His hair still hung casually on his forehead, but his whole face was completely different from usual.
There was no expression on his face. Upon closer inspection, there was a hint of coldness flashing in the depths of his eyes.
The message board exploded again.
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