The template of Madoka Kaname: I rose from adversity to the summit.

Chapter 153 How did the red card end up on the head coach?

"Brothers, there's hope!"

She'an was very excited. If they could take points away from Besiktas's intimidating home ground, their chances of advancing to the Champions League would be slim!

"Even if we can't guarantee a win, taking just one point is an advantage!"

"Ajax have a better chance of getting points after returning to their home ground."

"With 1 win and 1 draw, we have 4 points. Monaco is practically an easy target, so that's 10 points."

"If we can win just one game against Porto, that'll be 13 points. I feel like we've got it in the bag!"

[Traditional arts, right?]

[They've already started scoring after only the second round?]

That depends on whether Monaco can force a draw against Porto.

If Porto falters, Ajax has a chance!

"Teng Sheng, it's all up to you now!"

"If Yuan Shen makes it to the knockout stage this year, I'll erect a statue for Teng Sheng!"

It's a deal, a promise!

[I'll pay for Yuan Shen to advance to the Champions League knockout stage!]

[Rich guy's husband is awesome!]

At halftime, Ten Hag praised all the players, saying they had played very well and boosted morale.

It's not enough to see progress by beating weaker teams in the league; a real improvement is when you can withstand the challenge from other top teams in the Champions League.

Yuan Meng didn't hear what Teng Hage said at all; she just kept picking at her ears.

Veltman was the same; the two of them were facing the Besiktas North Stand, where the most enthusiastic fans were gathered, their shouts constantly filling their ears.

It was already a medical miracle that the two of them were still not unconscious at this point.

"Why am I still experiencing tinnitus?" Yuan Meng patted her ears and complained.

"What did you say?" Feltman, who could only hear a buzzing sound, asked instinctively.

Yuan Meng shouted in his ear, "I have tinnitus!"

Feltman wholeheartedly agreed, nodding repeatedly, "Me too!"

Ten Hag comforted them, saying, "It should be better facing the south stand when we switch sides in the second half."

"That's good." Yuan Meng felt a little relieved.

"That's not right. Even after we switched sides, some people were still moving closer to the north stand."

Neres and Flöfel were both stunned, their expressions changing drastically: "Damn it, they're coming for me!"

Yuan Meng cast a sympathetic glance at Neres, who was easily influenced by the atmosphere and was likely to suffer in the second half.

"BastirBeşiktaş!"

(Press down! Besiktas!)

A deafening roar echoed across the stadium, directed at the player with the ball whenever they gained possession.

"Ziyech couldn't shake off the pressure, and the ball was lost!"

"Öziakup is advancing rapidly, can Van de Beek stop him?"

"No, his defense is still terrible."

"Hey, help him!"

There was nothing he could do; the opposing attacking midfielder, Talisca, had already darted towards his ribs. He dared not move rashly and could only hold his position.

Özakup played a through ball.

Quaresma cut inside at that moment, with Fürgfürer right beside him, but he couldn't stop Quaresma from receiving the ball.

"Outside of the foot pass!"

"Move it further away!"

"Left winger Babel taps the ball into the empty net!"

"Onana can't be blamed for this goal. Besiktas's teamwork was truly brilliant, cleverly bypassing De Ligt and Schöne."

Still can't do it?

Yuan Shen's performance today was mediocre.

The two center-backs are too tough; it's difficult to shoot inside the penalty area.

Yuan Meng was still trying to create scoring opportunities, and the opposing full-back couldn't stop him at all. However, Pepe defended strongly and didn't get a card, so the referee seemed to have no eyes.

In the 72nd minute of the match, Yuan Meng dribbled past Tosic and prepared to curl a shot with her left foot, but Pepe intercepted the shot first.

The expected whistle did not sound. Yuan Meng rolled around twice, clutching her calves, and looked at the referee, but the referee did not react at all.

The ball was kicked out of bounds, and the game was suspended.

Yuan Meng rushed up to argue with the referee, and Feltman and others also surrounded him, demanding an explanation from the referee.

The referee remained unmoved and stuck to his decision.

"Damn it, what bad luck!" Yuan Meng muttered as she walked back, still speaking in her hometown dialect.

You little brat, you dare to insult me?

The referee may have misunderstood, and rushed over to show Yuan Meng a yellow card.

Yuan Meng was stunned for a moment, her face filled with disbelief, and she pressed herself against the referee demanding an explanation.

How can they even give out cards like that?

On what grounds?

Why isn't Pepe taking the cards when you're beating her so tightly?

Double standards, huh!

She quickly rushed over and hugged Yuan Meng, allowing Feltman to speak with the referee alone. It would be more reasonable for the captain to explain, and it would be less likely to get a card.

When Feltman's attempts to communicate failed, Yuan Meng instantly flew into a rage and charged at the referee again.

I can understand why they didn't take the cards after several fouls, but why did they give me a card instead?

Van der Beck, Schöne, and Feltman managed to hold Yuan Meng back.

Just when everyone thought the storm had passed, Ten Hag suddenly ran to the sidelines and started yelling at the referee.

"Fuck you!"

He then pointed to the spot where Yuan Meng had just collapsed.

"Was that a foul?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"On what basis did UEFA grant you refereeing qualifications?"

"Go home and drink milk from your mother!"

Oh no, the head coach has lost his temper first.

This actually snapped Yuan Meng out of her daze, and she yelled at her teammates, "Why are you stopping me? Go stop Eric!!!"

late!

The fourth official relayed Ten Hag's remarks to the referee in detail.

The referee did hear some of it, after all, Ten Hag's voice was very loud, he was just confirming that he hadn't misheard.

Since he hadn't misheard, he didn't hesitate and ran to the sidelines to show Ten Hag a red card.

[Corrupt refereeing!!!]

Oh no, Ten Hag has been sent off.

[Could this referee have actually taken bribes?]

I felt the whistle was off-target today.

[Yuan Shen is being targeted by UEFA! It's a conspiracy!]

Xie An's expression was serious, his eyes filled with worry: "With this red card, Ten Hag will also be unable to coach the next Champions League match. As for how many matches he will be suspended, that depends on UEFA's subsequent punishment."

[Damn, losing points is acceptable, but how can they play without the head coach?]

【No! 】

[All I can say is that combining kung fu and football is really a promising venture.]

After Ten Hag left the field, Ajax was forced into a defensive posture, and the mentality of some players was seriously affected.

The assistant coach quickly substituted De Jong, who has defensive capabilities, to save the day.

Yuan Meng switched to full defensive mode, neutralizing all attacks from the flanks.

Thanks to the outstanding performance of their center-backs, Ajax managed to avoid conceding another goal.

"Match over! Ajax suffered a biased refereeing decision, narrowly losing 1-2 to Besiktas!"

"Ajax didn't lose, Yuan Shen didn't lose!"

"The referee is blind!"

"Teng Hag's injustice is a tragedy!"

Post-match interview.

Ten Hag waved his fist at the camera.

"I'm playing for the players!"

"The referee's decisions were seriously flawed; the game was almost out of control!"

"I must point out the referee's missed call; this is for the sake of fairness in the game!"

"Yes, I got a red card, but it was all worth it!"

"For justice!"

Ten Hag raised his right hand to deliver a declaration, and the reporters gave him a thunderous round of applause.

A reporter approached Yuan Meng to hear his opinion.

When the microphone was handed to her, Yuan Meng calmly said, "There's not much to say about this match. When we get back to our home ground, Besiktas will naturally pay the price."