World football is never as glamorous as it seems on the surface.

There is more dirt hidden deep inside!

Fouls are common in games.

But endless fouls are too much for players.

It causes not only physical pain, but more psychological shadows.

Imagine that you are hit or shoveled away after receiving the ball.

Once or twice is fine, but ten or twenty times?

Everyone will have psychological shadows!

Whether in football or basketball, there are countless emerging talents destroyed by fouls!

This is what Magath is worried about!

He is afraid that An Lan will become timid after the opponent's repeated fouls.

In this way, it is good to be able to play 50% of his strength!

When he saw the Cologne players on the field hit An Lan fiercely again, Magath was furious and cursed.

He quickly ran to the fourth official and yelled: "They are committing a crime!"

"They are going to destroy my players! This is a crime!"

"Sir, sir, please calm down!"

The fourth official said expressionlessly: "The referee will make a decision!"

"Fuck!"

Magath waved his fist in the air in frustration, which made the fourth official very dissatisfied!

He muttered a few words into the headset, and saw the referee who was dealing with another foul by a Cologne player on the field running over!

"If you insult the fourth official again, go to the stands!"

The referee showed Magath a yellow card without mercy!

Magath was furious, and he wanted to continue arguing.

Bob and another assistant coach behind him quickly grabbed him, blocked his mouth and returned to the bench.

On the court, Cologne midfielder Muhammad, who had just tackled An Lan, walked up to him, covered his mouth and whispered: "Cry, cry, little guy!"

"Your coach can't protect you. As long as you dare to take the ball, I will shovel you away!"

"Poor child, if you don't want to break your legs, just don't catch the ball!"

Hearing the opponent's threat, An Lan, who was rubbing his painful ankle, looked at him coldly.

"Yo~ What's that look? Come on, hit me!"

Muhammad tried to provoke An Lan and let him get a red card for hitting someone.

Unexpectedly, An Lan just stared at him coldly.

Neither scolding nor arguing.

That straight look made Muhammad, who was strong on the outside, feel scared.

"Little arm kid, don't look at me with that look!"

He couldn't stand it anymore, and after saying a harsh word, he hurried back to his teammates.

Grafite and Hasebe Makoto pulled An Lan up from the grass, and the former asked with concern: "Are you okay, An? Do you want to call the medical team?"

"No, I'm fine."

An Lan moved his ankle and whispered: "The free kick will be far away, to the right of the goal!"

Grafite looked at his back as he left, and couldn't help but admire him.

After the referee came back, the game continued.

Because of the foul on An Lan just now, Wolfsburg got a chance for a free kick in the frontcourt.

The division of labor in a team is very clear, and in many cases, it represents the symbol of the team's status.

For example, Wolfsburg's first penalty taker is Dzeko, the second penalty taker is Grafite, and now the third penalty taker is An Lan.

Other players who are fouled in the penalty area need to give the above three people a penalty, and there is no chance to take the penalty!

And Wolfsburg's first free kick attacker is Grafite, the second is Eslon, and the third is Misimovic.

This is a default rule of the team.

So after An Lan got the free kick, he simply gave it to Grafite.

He walked quickly into the wall of people, observing the situation around him, looking for a reasonable running position.

After the referee's instructions, Grafite slowly stepped back a few steps.

After looking at An Lan's position, he began to run up and accumulate strength.

Bang!

The inner instep of Grafite's left foot touched the football, and a high arc was formed.

The football soared into the sky, passed the wall of people, and went straight to the right side of the goal!

In the commentary booth, the beautiful commentator Monica shouted: "Grafite!"

"Shoot directly?"

"The free kick passed the wall of people and landed on the right side of the goal!"

"Oh... it's too strong... An Lan! An Lan is actually there!"

Before everyone had time to react, a green and white figure flashed from the right side of Cologne's goal.

He intercepted the ball that was flying out of bounds in the air and kicked it hard into Cologne's goal with the sole of his foot!

"Goal! Goal!"

"Goal!!!!!!!!!!"

"Goal! Goal! Goal!!! Goal!!!!"

"Hat trick! Elusive! Hat trick! "

"He is like a ghost, like a cold-blooded assassin!"

"Kill with one blow! No cold... no chance for Cologne!"

In the 70th minute of the game, An Lan gave Cologne a fatal blow!

3:0!

Completely killed the game!

After scoring the goal, An Lan got up from the ground, walked quickly to Cologne's goal and took the ball out, and ran towards the center circle with an expressionless face!

This scene shocked everyone!

It also made Cologne's players completely angry!

They rushed over, surrounded An Lan, and pushed him!

"Boy, what are you doing?"

"What are you doing? Humiliating us?"

"Put down the football, you damn Dragon countryman!"

"Stop it quickly, you dirty boy! "

How could the Wolfsburg players bear it?

All of a sudden, they all rushed over and surrounded An Lan behind them!

Dzeko stood in front with a big and strong body, and Grafite also pushed the Cologne players who rushed over.

Captain Benaglio rushed over from his own goal, hugged the Cologne captain's neck, and pointed at him.

"Your players are too much, right?"

"We all watched the violation of An Lan, do you really think our Wolfsburg players are easy to bully?"

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

A quick whistle sounded, and the referee ran over quickly and stood between the two teams of players who were pushing and shoving more and more.

"Separate them! I'll play a card if anyone touches me! "

His warning was taken as fart by the players!

Because of his lenient penalties before, the players of both teams were not afraid of him!

The shoving became more and more serious, and An Lan just held the ball tightly.

Among his own players and the shoving of the opposing players, he walked towards the midfield.

"Put the ball down, An! Don't force me to play a card!"

The referee stopped him.

"Haha, Mr. Referee."

An Lan sneered: "I don't celebrate, I choose to continue the game, what's wrong with that?"

"Put it down!"

"I put you down! "

An Lan cursed in Long Mandarin, the referee couldn't understand, but he knew it was not a good word!

Swish!

A yellow card appeared!

All the Wolfsburg fans were furious when they saw the referee gave An Lan a yellow card for scoring a goal!

Boos resounded throughout the stadium!

Mouse, keyboard, beer bottles, cans, monitors, ashtrays...

They were thrown into the field like they were free!

An Lan ignored the yellow card and walked to the center circle to put the ball away.

After doing all this, he turned his head to look at the opposite side, including Bisgaard, and other Cologne players who fouled him.

"Keep fouling me, bastards!"

"There are still 20 minutes left, guess how many more goals I can score?"

An Lan's voice was emotionless, which was chilling!