Sheffield Wednesday’s home court was in chaos, and the fans on both sides shouted loudly, almost knocking the stadium upside down.

At this moment, Sheffield Wednesday’s team was extremely nervous, extremely nervous.

In the VIP box, Kramer jumped up and down, cursing crazily, “I beep beep beep beep beep beep! You dare to punish me with a penalty kick, I beep beep! Trash referee, you just wait for yourself to collect your corpse! Beep beep beep beep beep …”

Madman, a complete madman.

At this time, the staff and bodyguards in the box cried out in their hearts, “Holy shit, that lunatic Loria’s title is really blind. This is the real lunatic in front of them!”

Kramer’s eyes glared at Zhong Cheng with a lifeless expression. His eyes were about to burst into flames.

The course of this match really filled Kramer with endless anger.

This damned God first lifted him, Kramer, into the sky and enjoyed walking through the clouds to look down at all living beings, causing Zhong Cheng to feel infinite pleasure and vanity as he crouched beneath his feet …

But now the damned God had thrown him down from the clouds and onto the marble floor, face to face. This slap to the face, just thinking about it made his flesh hurt and his mouth twitch!

My mother, what kind of hatred is this? Are you going to torture me like this?

Kramer’s eyes were about to turn scarlet red. At this moment, he felt as if the whole world was rejecting him, framing him, and making enemies with him. Damn, this world deserves to die, all of them deserve to die!

No, no, no, no. You can’t win, damn it, Madman Loria. You can’t win against me. God damn it, old man, you can’t play with me. I’m the king of this world. This daddy is rich, this daddy has endless money, this daddy is the ruler of this world, the god of this world!

Madman Loria, you fucking die, you fucking die!

Kramer felt as if a devil was living in his heart, and his teeth and claws were spreading everywhere in his body, as if he had broken through the restraints of his body, jumped out, ruled everything, and made enemies with the whole world.

In reality, Kramer was still laughing wildly and nervously. Apart from laughing loudly, everything else seemed normal. There was no hubbub from the bottom of his heart, and there was no madness with his teeth and claws.

On the surface, he was calm, but his heart was surging.

Kramer seemed to be a little schizophrenic, and his entire body was suffused with a cold aura, causing people to not dare to approach him.

At this moment, the referee did not hesitate to point his finger at the penalty spot. He was very firm.

“Wow, a penalty. The referee gave Leeds a penalty. This is Leeds United’s perfect chance to level the score. Looks like Sheffield Wednesday’s dream is coming to an end. I wonder who will come up this time and who will serve?” BBC commentator Mark Lawrenson said immediately.

“Tevez’s offense this time is very good. This little skill is good. It is indeed a player from Argentina. The skill under his feet is very good. However, as a striker, Tevez should open his goal book as soon as possible. Otherwise, he will be under a lot of pressure and Loria will be under a lot of pressure!” Eddie Gray said worriedly.

Sheffield Wednesday’s fans were extremely dissatisfied with the decision, booing the referee endlessly, cursing Leeds United as bandits, thieves, stealing their three points, damn Leeds United, damn Madman Loria.

Penalties, Leeds United got penalties.

Rogers was very excited. He rushed to Zhong Cheng’s side and roared excitedly, “Boss, our chance has come. We are going to level the score. We are going to blow the trumpet of the counterattack!”

On the bench, all the Leeds United players jumped up excitedly and stared at the field.

Who is going to serve the ball?

In the past, Leeds United’s penalty was served by the number one striker, Huntelaar, but Huntelaar has already left. Who will serve the penalty? Was it Ribery or Modric?

The Leeds United players are discussing who will serve the ball.

‘”Let’s look at the slow replay. This ball is indeed a bit hard to judge. Is this foul in or out of the restricted area? Tevez’s speed at that time was really too fast. It’s a bit hard to see. Hey, this slow replay is not bad, it seems like he can see it!” Mark Lawrenson said immediately.

Eddie Gray also said, “Yes, it’s really not a good move.” I don’t understand. It’s too fast. Ah yes, I can see it clearly from this angle. I think I’m in the restricted area, but Tevez fell in the restricted area. It’s reasonable for the referee to punish me with a penalty. Of course, he didn’t award a penalty, it was reasonable to only award a direct free-kick on the penalty line. However, in the situation at that time, there was no problem in awarding a penalty!

Mark Lawrenson also nodded in agreement: “Yes, there is no problem with the penalty!”

However, Sheffield Wednesday’s fans on TV were dissatisfied with the commentators’ statement that the ball should have been a free kick from the line in the restricted area, not some kind of bullshit penalty kick. This is the referee’s turn to collect the money, Black Whistle!

Sheffield Wednesday’s fans roared wildly, cursing the referee of the game. However, the referee remained unmoved and firmly believed in his judgement.

At this time, Modric was holding the football and walking towards Tevez!

Yes, Modric did not go to the penalty spot, but to Tevez.

Modric knew that Tevez had been under a lot of pressure lately, and even Zhong Cheng was being questioned fiercely. This was something that Modric did not want to see. All of these reporters could question, but they could not question Zhong Cheng.

Zhong Cheng had a very high status in Modric’s heart, and he couldn’t allow these damned people to arrange things. He wanted to wash away the dirty water that the damned trash media reporters had forcefully poured on Zhong Cheng’s body as soon as possible and ruthlessly slap the faces of those who questioned him.

Modric said very seriously, “Carlos, it’s up to you to serve. After all, this penalty was created by you.”

To tell the truth, Tevez really wanted to serve the penalty himself. Because he needs goals so badly now, and the robotic bull fits right in. More importantly, the penalty was created by him, not obtained from others.

There was no problem with the penalty shooting itself.

However, he had just arrived at Leeds United and had no status at all. That’s why he didn’t go up for the penalty. But now that Modric has personally sent the penalty to him, Tevez has no delay.

Tevez took the football and said, “Thank you!”

Modric shook his head slightly and said, “No, you created all of this. You should be the one to send it!”

Tevez nodded and didn’t say anything. He turned around and walked towards the penalty spot with the football in his arms.

“Wow! Tevez, Tevez is the one who went to the penalty spot. We didn’t expect that. However, there was no problem with the penalty for Tevez. Firstly, Tevez created the penalty. Secondly, Tevez really needs a goal to regain his confidence. This penalty is undoubtedly the best chance!” Eddie Gray explained.

Leeds United fans applauded Tevez and cheered him on.

“Tevez kicked Sheffield Wednesday’s goal and killed Sheffield Wednesday’s. We need a goal, we need to win!” The kids screamed excitedly as they saw Tevez walk towards the penalty spot in the VIP box.

Tevez quietly hugged the football and arrived at the penalty spot. He first looked up at Scott Lenberg. Upon receiving Stackelberg’s provocation, Tevez smiled and didn’t take it to heart. He immediately bent down and carefully played with the football, waiting for the match to begin.

Stricklenberg stared at Tevez with a determined gaze. He wanted to use his momentum to intimidate Tevez. But the Tevez didn’t even have a bird for him, which made him a little embarrassed.

At this moment, the referee blew his whistle.

Strickenberg’s heart tightened. Damn referee, he actually disrupted his rhythm. Scott Lenberg panicked. Tevez had already accelerated his run-up.

My God, is it left or right? Left or right? My God, it’s too late. Forget it, go all out! Scott Lenberg jumped out and flew towards the lower right corner of the goal.

All Sheffield Wednesday fans closed their eyes in despair as the ball flew rapidly to the left of the goal.

Stricklenberg was throwing the ball in the wrong direction and it was over.

Stricklenberg’s eyes darkened. He was in a very bad mood. At the same time, he hated the damn referee to death. This guy suddenly blew his whistle and disrupted his rhythm. Otherwise, he would have been confident that he would have thrown the ball.

Damn it! Damn it!

Cramer’s face turned green in the VIP box. He immediately pulled a bottle of 82-year-old Lafite from the snake whip table and smashed it fiercely onto the ground. Kacha, it was shattered to the ground!

Holy shit, you …

Clang!

With a steel sound, the football hit the outside of the left post of the goal, directly ejecting the bottom line.

Tevez’s angle was too tricky. The football hit the pillar of the goal. Originally, Tevez had successfully deceived Steklenberg, so as long as he could safely play the football within the goal range, the goal would definitely be scored. However, Tevez’s angle was still so crafty. From this, it could be seen that Tevez was still very nervous.

“Oh my God, Tevez didn’t take the chance. He hit the football on the post of the goal and didn’t score. Holy shit, he really isn’t as good as the heavens!” Eddie Gray was dumbfounded, unable to believe what was happening in front of him.

“Kakakakakakaka!” In the VIP box, Cramer, who had just been furious to the extreme, instantly burst into laughter. He laughed like a nervous person. His voice was extremely rapid and loud.

“Kakakakakaka! The heavens are helping me. Let me see what you can use to fight me. Damn Madman Loria, your Tama is dead, Kakaka!” Cramer started again.

In the restricted area, Tevez stood there with his hands on his hips and his mouth agape.

At this time, he didn’t even react. How could he not score this goal? Why didn’t you score this goal?