At this moment, two great generals intended to block like a closing door, but in an instant, they hesitated!
No, the person in front of them was Cao Baming! The door would be broken open, or he would be directly outmaneuvered!
At this moment, the two of them simultaneously recalled the passionate speech their head coach had given in the locker room last night. At the end, he had repeatedly emphasized that there was only one way to defend against Cao Baming: foul! Don't hesitate!
Don't hesitate!
The two men had the same thought and suddenly extended their legs at the same time!
And at this moment, Cao Baming had already accelerated. At such a short distance, despite noticing some details, it was too late to brake. He crashed hard into their legs!
By a stroke of luck, the toe of one of the defenders even touched the football. It could only be said that heaven had smiled upon him, bestowing him incredible good fortune!
And at the same time, Cao Baming himself fell to the ground!
Cao Baming's face contorted with pain as he felt a sharp ache in his left ankle, as if the feeling from his previous injury had returned!
Two screams echoed across the field at once, and neither of them came from Cao Baming!
Cao Baming immediately propped himself up with his hands and gestured to the referee. Of course, the referee could no longer ignore the situation.
Although the referee had been lenient with the fouls in this match, the blatantness of these two fouls was too disrespectful to the referee!
He held two cards in one hand, one yellow and the other red!
The two players who had fouled were both clutching their thighs and screaming. Although they were the ones who initiated the foul, the sensation was like trying to stop a high-speed express train with their legs; their legs felt like they were about to break!
The referee calmly glanced at the two men and then produced the cards he was holding, raising them high!
One red, one yellow!
The players of the Falan team on the field were utterly shocked!
In an instant, everyone gathered around! The match had reached an emotional climax!
Cao Baming sat on the ground, holding his left calf with both hands, gently massaging it while listening to the system's rapid diagnosis.
The two who had made the tackle were now dumbfounded. Although they knew they had received cards, the pain in their legs could not be masked.
After a few seconds, the referee signaled for the team doctors from both sides to enter the field!
At this moment, the Chinese fans didn't know whether to be excited and happy or worried!
Looking at Cao Baming holding his left leg, everyone would surely recall that it was this very spot that had been injured in the previous match!
If it were a recurrence of an old injury, the danger would be too high!
Li Gang's brow was furrowed, and Deschamps was completely stunned, his face devoid of any expression. He must have been unsure if he was dreaming.
The medical staff divided into three small groups to examine and diagnose their injuries.
At this moment, everyone was contemplating what this meant!
Regardless of anything else, the referee's red card was well deserved. It was already merciful not to have issued two red cards!
Deschamps was going crazy!
"Damn it, is this how I wanted you to use fouls against Cao Baming?"
"Now, the Falan team is a man down!"
And that wasn't all!
All of his substitution slots had been completely used up. If these two were to get injured and leave the field, it would be a complete disaster, no different from two red cards.
And, they were both center-backs! Devastating!
Deschamps' vision went black, and he refused to watch the game any longer, choosing to quietly retreat to his seat to rest.
At this point, for the Falan team, perhaps the only hope was that Cao Baming would also get injured. If he couldn't continue, then whether they had ten or nine players, there would still be a chance to fight.
After some time, one of the center-backs stood up first!
It was Pavard, the starting center-back who had just received the yellow card!
After the team doctor applied simple treatment to his calf, he began to leave the field!
Deschamps, watching from the sideline, squinted and vaguely saw Pavard standing. He was still limping, but he gave an ok gesture!
He knew very well that he had received a yellow card, and his team had no more substitutions left. He had to persevere no matter what!
This gave Deschamps a little bit of comfort; at least he could still walk!
Looking at Varane's injury on the other side, after a few seconds, a stretcher was brought out, and he was eventually carried off!
This was the second player to be carried off the field on a stretcher in this World Cup, and it was a red card!
The first was for a foul on Cao Baming, and the second was also for a foul on Cao Baming.
Lying on the stretcher, Varane was in so much pain that he was disoriented. He felt like his leg was broken, and doctors conservatively estimated it was a mild fracture, or at worst, a comminuted fracture!
What no one had expected was that Cao Baming's group of medical staff was the last to disperse.
Deschamps used this time to ponder his next course of action.
With no more substitutions, they would have to play with three center-backs. Zidane would drop back to defensive midfield. With ten players in total, there was no room for maneuver.
Watching Cao Baming's condition with concern, after a few more seconds, the team doctors surrounding Cao Baming also began to disperse!
And what everyone didn't expect was that Cao Baming actually stood up again! And he was jumping around!
Cao Baming was not substituted!
Just now, Cao Baming had also instructed the team doctor to pass a whispered message to Li Gang.
"Don't substitute me. Let me score another goal!"
At this moment, Li Gang did have that thought, but the message from the team doctor made him think it was worth waiting to see!
In the current situation, eleven players against ten, and with a lead in score, even if Cao Baming were injured, it wouldn't be so unacceptable for the Chinese team.
At this moment, the fans began to sing songs of victory, building momentum for the Chinese team's eventual championship moment.
Pavard looked at Cao Baming, who seemed to be fine, and then felt the throbbing pain in his own knee, immediately beginning to doubt his life.
"What was the point of doing that just now?!"
"This loss is too great!"
"The score on the field is still four to three, with the Chinese team maintaining their lead!"
"After this little interruption, it's hoped that the stoppage time in the second half of this match will break records!"
"As a Chinese person, I hope Cao Baming's injury is not too serious..."