Chapter 435: You almost stopped me

"Maradona scored the ball with his hand and won a world champion; Kaka scored the ball with his head and got a yellow card?"
　　 "Me? Yellow card?" Kaka looked at the yellow card held high in front of him, inexplicably, "Reason?"
　　 "Handball goal." Elizondo was also a little flustered, the ghost knew how much courage he needed to make such a judgment.
Now it’s no better than later generations, and VAR can help. It’s not uncommon to reverse the case and change the judgment. Now all judgments require the judges to make their own judgment. He looked from behind, and Kaka’s ball was indeed exactly the same as the hand of God. The referee's response was "too fast to see clearly," and all the pressure was on him.
　　 With Materazzi fanning the flames, Elizondo made what he believed was correct.
A score is 2-0, which is the icing on the cake for Brazil, and it adds fuel to the Italian team. If not, it is still 1-0. The leader is still Brazil. From the perspective of reducing influence, it is obviously best to call a foul. The choice, but the object of the whistle is a superstar like Kaka. The huge prestige and the base of fans are destined to make the details of this shot be dug out. If it is really the hand of God again, then myself I will definitely be sent to see God by Italian fans...All sorts of messy thoughts flashed in an instant, causing a yellow card that shouldn't have appeared.
　　 Considering Elizondo's nationality, conspiracy theories will never escape, but at least at this moment, Elizondo insists that he is the righteous party, but seeing Kaka's expression makes his heart a little flustered.
　　 He believes in his own eyes, but he does not dare to doubt Kaka’s character...
　　 The Italian players are in the same mood.
　　 From the perspective of most of them, it was actually believed that Kaka had played handball, but everyone saw Kaka and celebrated.
　　Even if they are enemies, they all believe in Kaka's personality. If he doesn't score, he can't celebrate...
　　 This ball is mostly a misjudgment.
　　 Kaka took a deep breath, "You can ask Buffon if I have any handball."
　　 "No need, I can see it clearly," Elizondo was actually a little bit embarrassed. Although his tone was tough, his attitude was somewhat softened. "It is impossible to take back the cards that have been taken out? 　Don't get into trouble? 　 Kaka."
　　 Kaka considered all the possibilities in an instant, but found that she had no other choice but to swallow this bitter fruit.
　　 Can't you raise your fist like Adelaide?
　　 "Am I in trouble?" A smile appeared on Kaka's face? 　 But there was no warmth? 　 "Be prepared for the wind and rain after the game, Mr. Referee."
　　 "Is that afterwards? 　What I have to do now is to make sure the game goes on normally."
"hope so."
　　 "Kaka walked away, what a pity? 　 A good ball was blown away like this? 　 FIFA must explain this yellow card."
　　 "Let's continue to watch the replay, thanks to the high technology, the high-definition sports camera on the sidelines clearly tells us that Kaka's right hand is at least five centimeters away from the football!"
　　The ball caused a sensation off the field much more than the scene? 　As the game continued? 　The audience in the stands gradually came out of the penalty just now, but the audience watching the live broadcast was still discussing.
　　 "This is the end? Is Kaka so embarrassed? Not even a tenth of Ad's bloody?"
　　 "If you are bloody, go to the referee, and everyone will donate your tickets."
　　 "Strike! Afraid of hair!"
　　 "I'm so mad at me, why are the Brazilians so calm? Just watch Kaka get bullied?"
　　 "Oh my day, look at Matt's trash? 　 I really want to beat him."
　　 "Calm down, just look at the Brazilian team's reaction? 　If the goal is not played back, everyone would think it was handball.
　　 "Can't you see the linesman?"
　　 "Who tells you that the lineman will be able to see it?"
　　 "What the brain told me, but unfortunately your brain didn't tell you? 　Oh, I'm sorry you have no brain..."
　　The storm has little effect on Brazil, but it has caused a big blow to Italy? 　At least, the defense line dare not press so high? 　The midfielder does not dare to press so forward anymore.
The game is controlled by the Brazilian team again? 　 However, the influence of Ade’s sent off is still there, especially Pereira let Robinho off the field and replace Gilberto Silva, so that the Brazilian team’s defense can sit back and relax. At the same time, it also made Brazil's offensive power drop again. Only by relying on a sudden and rapid attack similar to Kaka just now can it tear the Italian defense.
　　 The battle between the two sides mainly occurred in the midfield. It was not until ten minutes later that Kaka rushed out of the double-team of Gattuso and Pirlo again and drove the ball to Huanglong.
　　 Materazzi immediately rushed towards Kaka from the front.
　　, who was shirtless watching the live broadcast in the locker room, couldn't help but sit up straight.
　　 There was an uproar in the stands, and the bars outside the venue, the live comment area on the Internet, etc., also became more lively.
　　 "Made is finally here! This time I can't pass Materazzi, I immediately took off powder, and Kaka has been black forever!"
　　 "Huh? Materazzi really dare to go? Alone?"
　　 "What the hell? Gattuso and Pirlo are behind! Camoranesi is here too!"
　　 "Chuck him! Revenge for Ad!"
　　 Materazzi found out that Grosso had not come out with him halfway through the run.
Ronaldinho was almost running parallel with Kaka. How dare Grosso let him go, he has already been targeted, Maicon on the other side also killed him, Zambrotta also couldn't draw a hand, as for Cannavaro Naturally, he fell in love with Ronaldo and killed him.
　　 The frontal interception can only rely on Materazzi himself, and it is useless to counsel.
　　 This guy naturally knows the result of rushing to the heads-up, so he started to slow down from a distance~EbookFREE.me~Waiting for Gattuso and Camoranesi and others to come and attack at the same time, he started firing.
　　 "Hey, help me greet you..."
　　 The voice hasn't finished yet, Kaka has already brought the ball to him, and the football is quickly passing under his crotch.
　　 Materazzi immediately subconsciously clamped his feet and turned his head back.
　　 But there was no ball under his feet, and there was no football behind him.
　　 "I hit it! Kaka went through the crotch... Oh! The ball was taken back again!"
"Kaka moved too fast! The moment the football was about to pass between Materazzi's legs, he was pulled back with his toes! This kind of fast stepping on the ball to pull the ball is the most common action in indoor football, but Few people will use it on an eleven-man court, because the lawn has more resistance and is uncomfortable... come again?"
　　 Materazzi immediately turned his head back and blocked the ball at Kaka's feet.
　　 Kaka stepped on the ball and moved forward.
　　Football finally passed through Materazzi honestly this time.
　　 "Matrazi: It's so difficult for me to be pierced?"
　　 "Unhappy, please turn around and go over again."
　　 "Hi, did you really turn around?"
　　 Kaka is not so sassy, ​​he turned around after passing the ball to Ronaldinho.
　　 Before Materazzi could speak, he flung a word of Italian lightly.
　　 "Come on, you almost stopped me."