Messi was so scared that he cried when he maxed out his header talent at the start of the game

Chapter 690

The battle between the Eastern European machos continued, and the two sides changed sides to fight again.

The scale of the confrontation was still very large.

At the beginning of the second half, Arshavin, who was dribbling and advancing, was violently knocked down by Ivan.

"Beep!"

While blowing the whistle, the referee glanced at Arshavin, who was lying on the ground with his legs hugged and groaning, and handed Ivan a yellow card.

Ivan shrugged his shoulders.

"Huh!!"

In the stands of the CSKA Arena, a burst of boos from Russian fans immediately broke out.

Then, the next Croatian attack round.

Ivan just received a cross pass from Rakitic on the left side of the front court.

Russian midfielder Zlyanov directly hit him.

Ivan fell backwards.

The whole person rolled on the ground.

"Beep! Beep!"

The referee quickly blew the whistle, blocked Ivan who got up and rushed towards Zlyanov, and took out another yellow card.

Wang Tao commented in the ESPN live broadcast room.

"Zryanov was very ruthless."

"It's obvious that he was avenging his teammates."

"It made Ivan angry."

"Just two minutes into the second half, the referee has already issued two yellow cards!"

"The court is full of gunpowder!"

"You go back and forth, neither side gives in!"

"I estimate that the referee will have to show at least two more cards in the remaining time!"

As Wang Tao said, the two yellow cards issued by the referee not only did not allow the players of both sides to control the scale of the confrontation, but instead aroused the anger in the stomachs of both sides.

In the next 10 minutes or so.

The two sides maintained a tough confrontation, and were even more ruthless in terms of fouls. The referee's whistle kept sounding.

The rhythm of the game became fragmented as a result.

But the Russian fans in the stands, as a fighting nation, were obviously enjoying the game, and fans shouted from time to time in the stands.

"Hurrah!!"

"Hurrah!!"

Teammates were constantly fouled and violated.

Su Fei felt that the intensity of the confrontation he suffered was much less than that in the first half.

Semsov, who was responsible for marking him, looked at him with fear, as if he was afraid that he would take the initiative to challenge him.

I can only say.

Even the most fierce people dare to provoke those who are weaker and evenly matched than themselves.

After a half, Semsov has deeply realized the gap between himself and Su Fei.

Although they are similar in physique, the confrontational strength of the two is completely different.

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Time passed, neither side scored a goal, but fouls continued.

The expressions of the head coaches on both sides were not good.

This referee has no ability to control the game, and the actions of both sides are getting bigger and bigger. If this continues...

The 67th minute of the game.

Modric received Igor's direct pass in the middle circle and faced the Russian right forward Bialetdinov who was leaning towards him.

Continuously changing direction with small touches.

Suddenly he accelerated and cut the ball, successfully passing the inside of Bialetdinov.

Then he accelerated by dribbling the ball.

He advanced along the right rib area.

Seeing that the Russian defense line was being pulled, the defensive midfielder Semsov had to temporarily give up his defense against Su Fei and defend Modric.

Modric also saw the opportunity.

He raised his leg and prepared to send the ball to Su Fei who was in the gap.

But the next second.

Modric was hit by a huge impact, flew up, and then fell heavily to the grass.

It was Bialetdinov who was chasing and directly shoveled Modric from behind!

"Beep, beep, beep!"

The referee blew the whistle and took out a red card from his pocket without any hesitation.

In the ESPN live broadcast room, Wang Tao frowned and was emotional.

"Bialetdinov fouled maliciously!"

"Red card..."

"No problem!!"

"Tackle from behind, too much!"

"Modric looked very painful, holding his ankle... Oops... He's not going to get hurt, is he?"

-[Fuck, damn, this is too cruel, isn't it? ]

-[This ball was obviously kicked at the leg! ]

-[Fuck, don't do that! It's too painful to get injured while playing for the national team. ]

-[Fuck...]

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On the court, all the Croatian players came to Modric, even includingIncluding goalkeeper Pledikosa.

Su Fei squatted down with a dark face and asked Modric.

"Luka?"

Modric was sweating and didn't speak.

Or.

The pain was so severe that he couldn't speak for a while. He gritted his teeth and hugged his ankle and shook his head at Su Fei.

Su Fei's face became darker.

On the other side.

Kranjcar quickly called the team doctor to come on the court to check Modric's condition.

The other Croatian players were really angry.

Modric has a good personality and has always been very popular in the national team. Even the captain Nick, who is a good guy, couldn't stand it and directly led his teammates to surround Bialetdinov who committed a malicious foul.

"Jebem ti!!" (Croatian, fuck)

"Hey! Fxxxk you!!"

Nick cursed in Croatian first, and considering that the other party might not understand, he added an international friendly greeting.

Bialatdinov saw a group of Croatian scoundrels surrounding him with their eyes wide open, and he backed away.

Fortunately, his Russian teammates came forward to help him.

"Блять!!" (Russian, fuck)

"Fxxxk you mama!!"

"Fxxxk you too!!"

"Jebem ti!!"

Although the referee stood between the two teams and failed to make the two teams fight, the atmosphere was tense, and both sides greeted each other's families in English and their hometown dialect.

The head coaches of the two teams, Kranjcar and Hiddink, quickly ran up and followed the referee to persuade them to stop fighting.

Kranjcar hugged Nick who was at the front.

He shouted at the players.

"Calm down!!"

"We are here to play football, not to fight!"

"We are leading now, they are deliberately provoking us! Listen, calm down!"

On the other side.

Hiddink could only shout in his not-so-standard Russian

"Все, возвращайтесь!!" (Go back!)

"Все, возвращайтесь!!"

After several minutes, the players of both teams gradually calmed down under the comfort of the head coach.

Su Fei looked at Modric who was carried off the field on a stretcher.

His eyes were cold.

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