Although fans were disappointed, there was little they could do.

They could only keep shouting and waving their arms to cheer for the team, but in return they were in danger again and again.

Just like them, so are the players on the field.

They obviously tried their best, but the team's head coach Simon King didn't know where he was.

But Sampaio, who was directing the game on the sidelines, still acted like an idiot and ordered them to press hard.

Finally, when the game reached the 80th minute, the Guimarães team once again got a great opportunity.

The initiator of this attack was their goalkeeper.

He caught the mistake of Vesena's pass, grabbed the ball in the air, and directly threw the ball from a long distance to forward Bruno who was on the right side of the center line.

Although Bruno's speed is not fast, his characteristic is passing.

I saw him make a fake move that actually stopped. After deceiving the Vescher player and gaining the passing space, he directly passed the ball diagonally to the star midfielder Silva who came in at high speed...

"What the fuck!" the commentator angrily swore: "Another long-distance half-court shot! What is our team doing!"

"Hurry up and chase... Hurry up and chase..."

Seeing that the opponent had another excellent opportunity, Vesena's team members ran back as hard as they could.

But their physical strength has been exhausted, and the constant high pressure in the second half made their legs feel like they were filled with lead...

The fans were silent, and a tense atmosphere filled every corner of the stadium.

In the stadium that can accommodate 6,000 spectators, only the sound of Silva's footsteps with the ball could be heard again and again, and each hit was like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's hearts.

"Goalkeeper Ifo gave up the goal!"

"He's out...can he save Vishenna!"

"God bless us!"

Amidst the anxious shouts of the commentators on the sidelines, the score was about to be evened!

…

Ifou, the goalkeeper of Vesena, is 37 years old this year.

Affected by the decline in physical function, he no longer had the agility he had when he was young.

But he has a lot of experience. The so-called abandoning the goal and attacking is actually an illusion. He just wants to trick the opponent into using a lob shot to hit the goal.

But he faced league star Silva, who was also a experienced and extremely calm player.

Seeing that Silva was not fooled, Ifu stood in a dilemma between the penalty spot and the penalty area.

At this time, he was already in disarray, and could only rely on his training instincts to stay in place with a posture like a zombie.

"Fifty meters, forty meters, thirty-five meters..."

As Silva got closer and closer to the penalty area, the entire stadium became quiet like a farewell memorial service. The fans closed their eyes nervously, and countless female fans shed tears.

Because everyone knows that with the team's current relegation situation, once this goal is scored, what will it mean!

However, at this moment, a man's roar suddenly sounded in the quiet stadium: "Come out of the penalty area and knock him down!"

In the panic and helplessness, this strange yet slightly familiar voice seemed to have an innate magic power. It rekindled the enthusiasm of Ifu's abandoned heart, and he gave Yifu's tired brain some peace!

"Put down Silva?"

"So unsportsmanlike?"

"Okay sir, I will do as you say!"

At the moment of lightning, Silva was less than five meters away from the top of the penalty area.

Ifu no longer hesitated, he strode out of the restricted area like a hungry wolf, his eyes glowing with man-eating ferocity!

Silva didn't expect the opponent to dare to rush out, but with his skills, facing the goalkeeper who rushed out of the penalty area, he had at least 13 ways to get rid of the defense and score the ball.

But no matter how many similar goals he has scored, no matter how many gorgeous performances he has had...

This time...he can no longer score!

Because a person whose legs are hugged cannot open the door no matter what!

"Beep!"

The referee's whistle sounded quickly, and his red card was issued even faster.

Ifo had no excuse, no anger, and didn't even look at the red card on the referee's hand.

He just smiled, took off his gloves, and walked towards the man who ordered him to foul.

"Sir, I did it!"

"Vishena, I did it!"

At this moment, all the fans spontaneously stood up and applauded him, and everyone shouted Ifu's name with red eyes.

"Dad, why are we applauding? Is it because he saved the team?" the little fan in the stands asked calmly with his big eyes flashing.

"No, kid. Because Ifo is a gentleman, he is a two-time league fair play award winner. But for the team, for us, he got the first red card of his career before retiring!"

On the sidelines of the football field, Ifu was dejected.

He stretched out his arms to hug the man who ordered him, with a touch of sadness filling his eyes.

"Sir, I want to play for another year. I don't want to leave this stadium in this way."

The fans' eyes followed his figure and saw Simon King held in his arms.

It's just that the person in front of them no longer looks like the jade tree facing the wind in the first half.

His suit was torn, with a large gash opening from his right armpit to his waist. There was a big hole in his left shoulder, and the shirt on his chest was soaked red with blood.

At the same time, this scene was played on the big screen on the sidelines:

Behind the huge LED screen, a young man with an oriental face hung his hands on the window sill of the office.

There was nothing under his feet except the stands, and the stepped stands were like the sharp teeth of a devil, waiting for him to jump down.

He lowered his head, gritted his teeth...with a determined expression, and relaxed his hands.

The toes are four meters above the ground and the fingers are six meters above the ground.

Like a pine cone falling from a high altitude, he suddenly rolled down from the top of the stands and hit the barbed wire fence of the west stand heavily.

There was blood flowing from his mouth, but his eyes were crystal clear.

Everyone could see that he had been seriously injured, but he still held on and climbed up the fence made of wires...

Then, his clothes were torn by sharp wires, some of which pierced into his flesh.

But he didn't stop climbing, he even kept his eyes on the court!

…

The commentator on the sidelines choked even more. He suddenly shouted loudly: "It's Simon King! It's our head coach Simon King!"

The roar is like thunder and enlightenment!

Everyone knows what happened, but no one knows why.
Chapter completed!