"DeWitt raised the flag decisively. He really has confidence in his eyes!"
Andy was surprised.
The Manchester United players did not look very good.
Ferguson also stood on the sidelines, watching the scene coldly.
They are convinced of Irwin's skills, but that doesn't mean they don't have doubts about his refereeing ability.
After all, these are two completely different fields.
Thomas Rosicky, not far away, smiled.
As the instigator of the offside situation, the captain of the Czech national team knew very well whether Rooney was offside when he received the ball.
I couldn't help but look at Ivan with some admiration in my eyes.
Even after changing his career, his talent and his bold and careful action are still amazing.
It can be seen that he takes the game very seriously and does not direct the game randomly.
He adjusted his role quickly, and within a few months, he hid the aggressiveness of an offensive player and replaced it with the decisiveness and calmness of a referee.
This kind of temperament is simply necessary to become the captain of the national team.
What a pity.
However, gold will shine wherever it is.
The Manchester United fans in the stands were restless: "Hey, what happened to that Englishman? He ruined our sure goal? If he hadn't done that, we would have been 2-1!"
"Does he think he's so great just because he was a good football player in the past? The problem is that he's probably not as good as me at playing football now!"
"Hahahaha!" A malicious laugh was heard.
Richard glanced at the message board: "The slow motion may tell us whether his judgment is accurate or not."
The fans who were just dissatisfied in front of the TV suddenly fell silent.
The slow-motion footage specifically marked the positions of the Arsenal players and Rooney, and simulated a straight line with the rearmost Arsenal defender as the benchmark.
——Rooney was indeed offside.
They studied the slow-motion footage carefully two or three times before they were sure that Rooney was offside. What was wrong with that linesman's eyes?
No, that linesman is from England, it’s Alvin Devitt!
Oh...it's DeWitt, no wonder.
Wait, that’s not right, what’s wrong with me! What's wrong with DeWitt? Does DeWitt have three heads and six arms? Didn’t he grow up drinking water from the same river as us?
It's so suffocating.
We all grew up eating dark food, so why are you so outstanding?
You can retire if you want, but you still want to be a referee and continue to crush us.
Don’t let us ordinary people live!
...No, no, no, he must be lucky.
Yes, that's right, that's it.
Weber believed in Ivan as always and had no objection to him.
Rooney's bad temper almost ignited himself. Reason told him that he was his friend, even though they hadn't played together for a few days...
Ferguson turned around and protested to the newly replaced fourth official.
The young man, who was originally a substitute assistant referee and had little experience, had to bear all the anger from the "hair dryer" uncomfortably.
"If you have any dissatisfaction, please report it to the FA after the game." The poor fourth official uttered a few words dryly.
Rooney tried to hold back, but still couldn't.
A hand behind him held him firmly.
It's his teammate Cristiano Ronaldo.
"Don't be impulsive. I also felt that it was offside just now."
"It's almost 90 minutes. It's meaningless and a waste of time to argue now."
Rooney glared at him, and looked carefully at his righteous teammates. He seemed to suddenly remember something and suddenly realized something.
He looked at me like a traitor: "Cris, I didn't expect you to be like this, Cris. You disappoint me so much!"
C Ronaldo said innocently: "Hurry up, the ball is about to start, hey, Sir Alex is staring at you."
Facing Ferguson's murderous gaze, the two of them shuddered at the same time. So you push me and I push you, and we each return to our respective positions.
In the 3 minutes of extra time in the second half, both teams fought hard in front of the goal but failed to break through the opponent's goal.
Arsenal's goalkeeper is a little weak, but the other players are strong.
In the last minute, even the goalkeeper fell down, the ball was still cleared by the strong Arsenal defenders.
When Webber blew the whistle to end the game, Ronaldo hammered the ground in frustration.
What a pity that last ball!
Andy was very satisfied with the pace of the game: "The referee blew the whistle to end the game! The strong duel between Manchester United and Arsenal ended with a 1-1 draw."
"I have to admire the tenacity of these Arsenal lads. Coach Wenger is worthy of being the godfather of young players. Under his leadership, this team is close to perfection."
Richard also said with emotion: "Yes, they tied with the increasingly powerful Manchester United, but Professor Wenger was probably not satisfied. He obviously felt that with the home advantage, they had an absolute chance of winning."
Andy continued: "It's not just him who is unhappy. I think Sir Alex Ferguson is also very angry."
The two laughed together: "Hahahaha, it looks like today's post-match press conference will be very interesting!"
"Let's look forward to it together... huh?"
The camera comes to the edge of the court.
Ronaldo dragged the reluctant Rooney to line up and shake hands with the opposing players and the referee team.
When shaking hands with Ivan, Rooney snorted, looked at Ivan with an "I'm angry" expression, and deliberately used force when shaking hands with him.
"..." Ivan raised his eyebrows, "Mr. Rooney, you performed very well today. I look forward to seeing you handsome and dashing again."
Rooney didn't catch his breath.
He performed very well today? He didn't score a single goal today! Both goals that could have been scored were due to so-called offside!
You...you wait for me, I will study this game carefully when I get back. Even if we were friends, I would never forgive you!
Ronaldo behind him pushed him and said, "Let go quickly, everyone behind is waiting for you, and your teammates in front have all left!" So embarrassing!
"You're falling behind, Mr. Rooney." Ivan narrowed his eyes slightly, smiled happily, and pried open his fingers little by little.
The photographer aimed frantically at his face.
Message Board
“What the hell! What the hell! What the hell! What the hell!!”
"Rooney, why did you hold our little angel's hand for so long!"
"Let go of that Ivan and let me do it!"
“Ahhhhh, the little angel Alvin is finally smiling, was he possessed by some terrible thing during the competition just now?!”
"They're both him, what's the problem? I think he looks pretty cool when he's refereeing the game!"
"...I really admire you women who only care about looks."
"Bah, bah, bah, if you can't stand it, just get out of here. I don't care and I don't need you to obey me!"
Rooney finally condescended to move forward.
Ronaldo went up next and shook hands with Ivan. He blinked and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Wait for me in a moment, don't walk so fast."
Alvin was a little confused, but he nodded and agreed.
Ronaldo smiled brightly and walked towards the next person to shake hands with.
Then he called out to his little friend loudly.
"Hey! Wayne, my friend, wait for me and do me a favor!"
Rooney turned his head impatiently: "What's the matter?"
C Luo leaned over and whispered something in his ear.
"When referee Weber leaves the court, you'll be like this..."
Rooney's eyes widened: "Cristiano Ronaldo!"
"I'm here, I'm here, don't shout so loudly!"
"Help me, buddy. How close are we?"
Rooney was speechless.
Hey, C Ronaldo.
Weber put his arm around Ivan's shoulders affectionately and walked back together.
The handsome English uncle, who is also the sheriff and a part-time referee in the Premier League, was obviously very satisfied and optimistic about his performance today.
"How are your legs? Those injuries won't come back now, right?"
Webber asked with concern.
"There's absolutely no problem with just running," Ivan replied.
Webber nodded and suddenly looked serious: "Listen, young man, England needs referees like you. I look forward to the day when you step onto the field and take charge."
"Thank you for your trust. I owe my current performance to your teaching." Ivan was referring to the week they spent as teacher and student.
Weber laughed heartily and patted him on the shoulder.
He suddenly whispered, "The list of substitute assistant referees for the next Champions League game has not yet been finalized. You should perform well in the next two weeks."
"Thank you for your reminder." Ivan heard the hidden meaning in Weber's words and knew that he was going to recommend him, so he said gratefully.
Remembering that Ronaldo had just told him to walk slower, he slowed down his pace and glanced back out of the corner of his eye.
A somewhat scattered voice interrupted them.
Standing in front of them was a young man who was almost a head shorter than them and had questionable hair volume.
He was wearing the No. 10 Manchester United jersey and his face was full of reluctance.
Seeing them looking over, he spoke stiffly to Webber, "Dear Mr. Webber, I am very convinced and respectful of your judgment. I hope to exchange jerseys with you."
Having said that, without waiting for Weber to speak, he raised his hand to take off his clothes.
Phew~
Ha ha ha ha.
Several Arsenal players who were several steps behind them almost couldn't hold back their laughter.
In fact, they did so.
Rooney, your acting is really bad. Even we can see that you are not sincere. Are you here to make people laugh?
Webber naturally saw that something was wrong with him. He was speechless for a while, stopped Rooney, and politely rejected him: "You can ask my linesman to change."
You little bastard, do you think I can't tell who your target is?
Webber, who had been in the industry for many years and had a clear understanding of the little tricks of Premier League players, shook his head and made an excuse to leave first, leaving behind Irving, who was also shocked by Rooney's embarrassing performance.
Another hand came around his shoulders.
A strong smell of perfume mixed with sweat came over me.
Ivan looked back. His nose seemed to have become immune to it, but he still wanted to decline.
C Ronaldo's brilliant smile appeared in front of him.
"I want to exchange jerseys with you~" said the Portuguese, pointing at the ill-fitting referee uniform on him.
“……”This is not mine, how can I give it to you?
"Didn't I exchange jerseys with you, Cris?"
Rooney was very angry when he heard this: "I am your buddy. We were both England players and were about to become teammates of the national team. I made such a big sacrifice for that perfumed guy, can your name be so different?!
"No, no, that's different," Ronaldo argued seriously, "This is your first time refereeing in the Premier League, right? I think it's particularly memorable."
Ivan was a little embarrassed: "But these clothes are not mine. Next time I wear my own clothes and I will exchange with you."
"Let's do it now," the Portuguese insisted. "I don't know how long it will take for you to referee a Manchester United game next time."
Moreover, he planned to leave the Premier League next year, and this year he agreed to stay for another year only after being persuaded by his mentor Ferguson.
The referee roster is not arranged for team matches, and you will encounter it several times a season. If he's unlucky, he might not even have the chance to meet Ivan again this season.
Alvin thought about it and felt that it made sense, so he agreed.
"How about this, I'll go back and send you one of mine. This one isn't mine, so it's not good to give it to you."
"But I have a condition."
The Portuguese were confused: "?"
Ivan gave him a smile that made him dizzy.
Sweet, clean, without any impurities.
"Promise me that next time you see me on the field, don't wear this brand of perfume."
“…”
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