"That goal doesn't count! I refuse to accept it! Look, there's a crack here!"
This behavior is indeed unethical, but for the Sweden team, he would rather bear such infamy.
The referee glanced at the soccer ball, not believing his nonsense... If it had been deflated, wouldn't the players from both teams have noticed with all those passes just now?
Besides, the sound of shooting and passing was crisp; these seasoned players could obviously tell whether there was air or not.
"Beep!" He blew the whistle pointing to the center circle, indicating the goal was valid, but as he ran towards the center, he glanced at Ma'el with astonishment.
What kind of innate divine power?
"Folala...!"
From the sideline, Ma'el ran over this time shouting the celebratory phrase French team players often used. He spread his arms, doing his good brother Van Persie's signature celebration, lamenting his early departure.
