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Chapter 306 The Championship Celebration Destroyed by "My Own People"

Chapter 306 The Championship Celebration Destroyed by "My Own People"

Things are getting worse.

The Marseille players on the bench all ran to the sidelines and rolled up their sleeves. It seemed that if the referee didn't give them a proper reason, it would really be endless.

But in the end, the referee accepted Gao Yuyang's statement, there was no foul, let alone a yellow card, and he directly explained to the Marseille players: "Judging from the situation just now, he did not foul."

After speaking, the referee left with a cold face. Obviously, he also knew that it was useless to say more.In the match between Paris and Marseille, whether the penalty scale is correct or not can be clearly stated.

So Marseilles exploded directly.

Their Spanish coach Michel rushed directly to the fourth official, staring and roaring: "This is clearly a red card! This is an action with a purpose of hurting people, and it should be punished with the most severe punishment! My player was punished. hurt!"

"Yes, sir, you are right, but you must respect the penalty!" The fourth official, the elder brother, obviously has rich experience, and this is not the first time he has encountered such a situation.

"Obey the penalty? Damn it! Then please tell me what's the point of appealing? Can't there be fairness in the French Cup final? Can't the referee change his edict? Great, let me ask this gentleman. How much did you charge the Parisians!"

He was also about to rush into the field to find the referee to make a theory, but the fourth official ignored him and directly notified the referee with a headset.

No need for him to rush over, the referee came over directly and warned directly: "As the head coach, it is best to control your emotions and restrain your players!"

Michelle acted as if he hadn't heard it, and he knew very well in his heart that if his main midfielder suddenly came out at such a critical time, it would be a fart!

No matter what you say, you have to make the hateful Parisian pay the price-for example, this striker who scored our three goals, you have to get rid of him first!

So Michelle is very excited at the moment, but can he be the referee of the national derby in the French Cup final?That must be a ruthless person.

There was only one warning, and Michelle wanted to scratch his head and show off his continuous shooting skills, but suddenly his eyes were fixed on the red card drawn out by the referee, with a confused look on his face.

"Please go to the stands!" The referee said with a sullen face and imposed the death penalty.

……

"The head coach of Marseille was sent off! Hahahaha! He is very emotional, I don't know what he has to complain about!"

Of course, this scene is an absolute boon for every fan who supports Paris, let's see how the Marseilles can perform next!

Michelle stared at the red card in the air for half a second. Instead of turning around and leaving, he said directly to the assistant coach next to him: "Old man, go tell our players to leave, we won't play anymore!"

"Ah? Michelle, let's calm down." The assistant coaches were a little surprised. Judging from the score, it wasn't like they didn't win a fight.

"Do as I say! Can't you see that they don't intend for us to win? Now let's protest in our own way! The Maasai will never be a foil to others."

The Marseille players held this position, but the war between the Marseille and Paris fans had just reached its climax, and the two sides were yelling at each other in the stands.

"Die, Parisian!"

The big Paris fans are not weak here, especially the stands on the "Boulogne" side, where Page leads a group of brothers to be tough.

"Rick, get out of Paris!"

A group of young people enjoyed it, and their stand area happened to be next to the Marseille fans. The two sides quickly escalated into physical conflict, throwing all kinds of things in each other's hands at each other's stands.

Fortunately, here is the Stade de France, and the security force is ready at any time, and the Marseille fans who are causing trouble are brought under control immediately.

The game was forced to be interrupted, and the Parisian players were still on the field... This situation made Gao Yuyang very uncomfortable.

"I'm not going to play now? Hehe, Thiago, this is the final, how can it be like this?" Gao Yuyang said that he had never seen it before.

Thiago Silva looked at him and couldn't help but smile wryly.

"Gao, are you sure you can really play set kicks?"

Gao Yuyang has never seen all kinds of strange scenes in world football, but the captain said that he has never seen such a young man—please don’t do big things in the future, and pretend that I don’t understand anything How are you?

Soon the game supervisor indicated that the Paris players could temporarily return to the locker room and wait. Judging from this situation, it probably means that this game cannot be played.

Gao Yuyang felt very uncomfortable when he recalled it.

He would rather have a 3:2 victory than the 3:0 that his opponent gave up for nothing-the three goals that belonged to him are gone.

In the locker room, he quickly opened the data website, glanced at this year's French Cup scorer list, and then cursed with wide eyes: "Fucking Marseille! Give me back my golden boot!"

……

It was interrupted for half an hour, and then the game supervisor came in again to announce that Marseille had officially given up, and conveyed the provisional decision of the French Football Association: Paris won 3:0 and won the French Cup this season.

[Note: In the original final, this situation should have been replayed, but the plot will usher in a small turning point later, and avoid repetition, so it is avoided. Anyway, in reality, the 2015-16 season of Paris is also the French football Grand Slam]

This is not a surprise, but the result is the most important. The stage for the awards ceremony has been set up for Paris, but before that, Thiago Silva took all the players around the field for a week to support the ball. Fans cheering for the team.

When Gao Yuyang and his teammates came to the bottom of the fans in the Boulogne stand, he saw Page who was shirtless and cheering, holding a portrait of himself in his hand.

Gao Yuyang was so excited that he took off his jersey and threw it directly to Page: "Little pig, here we go!"

As a professional player, how lucky I am to meet such a group of hardcore players!

Gao Yuyang still wanted to climb up to the stands to enjoy the cheers from the crowd, but at this moment, a bunch of red fireworks flew over from a distance and flew directly to the fans of "Boulogne" and ignited.

This came from the "Auteuil" stand, and they didn't know what tool they used, but they launched it directly from the opposite stand, and rushed directly at the moment when Gao Yuyang was about to fall into the middle of the crowd.

"Fuck—"

"Danger! Quick, high protection!"

"It's from the opposite side! Those bastards! Look at me, I'll kill them!"

The cold fireworks shot by this group of people were obviously chasing Gao Yuyang, and soon they were everywhere in the stadium, as long as they were around the turf where Gao Yuyang stepped on.

Bueno led a group of people in the stands and watched Gao Yuyang dodge non-stop, laughing wildly.

"So what if you win the championship? This championship has nothing to do with you! Yellow-skinned monkey, get out of Paris!"

The scene no longer has the conditions to continue the awards ceremony, so it can only be suspended again. This night is really full of twists and turns.

In the top box, the two former and potential leaders of France saw this scene, but even Macron, who is a Marseille fan, did not gloat at all, but looked very seriously at Sarkozy beside him.

"Nicolas, it seems that you didn't clean up the gang (hooligans) when you were in office. Unexpectedly, the championship celebration in Paris was ruined by your own people."

"I have to correct you, Emmanuel, those bastards are not worthy of representing Paris. It was my mistake not to clean them up. It made you, a Marseille fan, a joke."

Macron shook his head: "No, football cannot be tarnished. This is more important than the grievances between Paris and Marseille."

(End of this chapter)