Chapter 755: A Malicious Foul!

Yeah, the one who received the ball here was none other than Rabbi Matondo. The young winger from Kongo might be at the worst state of his career, with him being relegated to the bench after the arrival of Fabian Reese, but that didn’t mean he had nothing to offer for the team.

Just like so many other famous African players outside, he was a speedy player on the flank. Now that he was one step ahead of Raphael Guerreiro, the boy couldn’t help but grin, trying to speed up further to get the ball that was already in front of him.

’Yeah, there is no way in hell I would let this go!’

Hell, the boy even took a glance at the opponent’s penalty box, finding that he could push the ball diagonally so that he could enter that area in a blink. It was a good strategy, as Matondo was confident that with his speed, one push would be able to get him through Lukasz Piszczek’s defense, as the man was the last player standing between him and the goalkeeper.

Well, his imagination was amazing here, but unfortunately, right when he was close enough to control the ball, Lukasz Piszczek took a bold action. The Czech defender slid decisively, sending a flying tackle from the boy’s right side. However, the man’s timing was off by miles, and instead of taking the ball, his boot found Matondo’s shin, and in the next second...

BRUGH!

"ARGH!" Rabbi Matondo was thrown away violently before crying out in pain. Hell, some people there even winced as they saw how brutal the tackle was. "MEDIC! MEDIC! FUCK!" If anyone looked closely at the Congo winger, they would notice that he was starting to cry due to the pain.

The medical team also rushed instantly, their expressions solemn. They saw that tackle with their own eyes, and honestly, Matondo would be lucky if nothing cracked or snapped there. It was the type of tackle that could end someone’s career, and they couldn’t believe that Lukasz Piszczek would be this reckless in his action.

Of course, the Czech defender didn’t have a great time right now. Before he could even get up from the ground, Daniel Caligliuri rushed directly at him, pushing the man back to the ground with violence.

"ARGH!" This time, it was his turn to act, rolling on the ground in pain as if he were just a victim here. Unfortunately, Daniel Caligliuri couldn’t care less about it, with his emotions running wildly inside his head.

"Fuck! What are you trying to act here?! No one is fooled by that, you dirty cunt! Come on, get up!" The striker spat at the man straight in the face; a thick vein popped on his neck as he was really furious right now. "Come on! Get up, Bastard! You want to kill him before; why are you acting like a pussy right now?!"

His colorful language startled everyone else for a moment, but the other Dortmund players also acted quickly. They shielded their teammates quickly, with some also getting triggered by Caligliuri’s action.

"What the fuck is your problem?! There is a referee here!"

"Hah! And you think that’s enough?! He is going to kill my teammate, you fuckers!"

At some point, the confrontation level rose to a peak as everyone was starting to get violent. Hell, Matt Hummels even had to drag Erling Haaland here, as the Norwegian striker could be seen trying to confront Caligliuri and Weston at the same time.

Not only that, but commotion also broke out on the sideline, where the coaching staff from both teams were engaging in a verbal spat. Honestly, if no one held them back, the two head coaches there would start punching each other without any hesitation.

At this point, the heated rivalry between the two North Rhine-Westphalia teams finally reached its peak, with everyone ready to fight against each other. The referee even had to ask the security team and so many people backstage to help handle this situation, finding that everything had become uncontrollable out of nowhere.

’Fuck! Everything seemed fine earlier; how could one incident become a trigger for this disaster?!’ The referee was sweating bullets right now.

In the end, the man finally managed to take control of it, and once the atmosphere started to cool down, he took his time to check the player who became the victim of the play earlier.

Well... The man himself also flinched for a moment, seeing that the red mark of Lukasz Piszczek’s studs was still on Matondo’s shin. The foul was definitely dangerous, so the punishment was pretty clear.

A straight red card for the Czech defender.

Not only that, but Caligliuri was also punished here, getting a yellow card from the referee. However, this decision didn’t bode well for Dortmund’s players, as they were trying to complain about it.

"He pushed Lukasz to the ground and curses so many things, and the only punishment he gets is a fucking yellow card?! It should be red!"

"No, no, no! This game is a fucking joke!"

It was clear that no matter what decision he made, someone would not be satisfied with it. The referee also realized that, so the best thing he could do was to exert his authority here.

"He is punished because he is trying to defend his teammate, but Lukasz Piszczek’s action could even be considered an attempted murder. Do you think they hold the same gravity here?"

Oh, yeah, this was enough to make everyone speechless.

However, the man didn’t just stop with the players. No, the two coaches also got a straight red card for starting to fight on the sideline, as the fourth referee witnessed how they both threw punches earlier. It was not the act that the highest command of the team should show, so the decision stood.

Just in one breath, the referee had already given three red cards and one yellow card here, and honestly, looking at the time that was still far from the end, the man could see that more cards would be given later.

’Man... Why did I decide to accept the decision to be a referee for this game? What a drag...’