We made you the King of Prisoners, and now you've become the King of Football?

Referee Grafie blew the whistle to end the first half.

On his way back to the players' tunnel, he was questioned repeatedly by Jardim in front of everyone.

"What kind of refereeing standard is this? Can't you see how brutally these Anderlecht players play?"

"My players can't even play a full five minutes steadily on the field!"

Jardim stopped talking when Graffie reached into the referee's pocket, and, filled with anger, turned and walked back to the Monaco locker room.

Inside the locker room, all the Monaco players bowed their heads in silence, the entire room shrouded in a thick gloom, the atmosphere extremely oppressive.

Upon seeing this, Yaldin immediately shouted as soon as he stepped into the locker room.

"Cheer up, everyone! Don't be discouraged!"

"Listen, the first half was a clash between gentlemen and barbarians. Anderlecht committed a whopping ten fouls!"

"They really limited us for a long time with their fierce tackling, especially after Toulalan was injured and forced to leave the game, they seized the opportunity to launch a deadly counterattack."

Jardim slowly scanned the room, and the players all lowered their heads, not daring to meet his gaze.

"Since the referee was lenient in his calls, we can respond in the second half with equally aggressive chokeholds."

"We are a Ligue 1 team. In terms of league style and physical confrontation, who have we ever been afraid of?" Jardim said in a deep voice.

"When we step onto the pitch in the second half, we'll show these Belgians what real men are!"

As this pep talk ended, soft murmurs of agreement slowly rose in the locker room.

Then the momentum continued to rise, and the entire lounge was like a pressure cooker full of power, releasing all the frustration and resentment accumulated in the first half.

"Fuck! Let's go head-to-head and go all out in the second half!"

"That number 16 fouled me three times in the first half! Three times! I'll definitely get my revenge in the second half!"

The players' surging fighting spirit infected everyone in the locker room.

Jiang Ming's heart also inexplicably quickened, and encouraged by this atmosphere, his desire to take the stage grew stronger.

……

After a short break, the two sides officially switched sides for the second half.

The predicament of being behind in the score, coupled with Jardim's passionate pep talk at halftime, completely ignited the fighting spirit of the Monaco players.

At the start of the second half, Monaco launched a fierce counterattack.

After all, in terms of physical strength, Ligue 1 has few rivals among the major European leagues.

The contest between the two sides gradually evolved into a fierce physical confrontation and grappling.

The match is in its 50rd minute.

Monaco center-back Raggi made an overly aggressive tackle during a high-intensity physical challenge;

He tackled Tielemans directly, and the opponent rolled twice before stopping.

Referee Grafie immediately showed Raggi a yellow card and verbally warned both teams to control the severity of fouls and focus on the game itself.

Neither team took Grafie's warning to heart.

The match has reached the 58th minute.

Moutinho received the ball and delivered a through pass, Bernardo Silva skillfully controlled the ball and absorbed the force;

Taking advantage of the moment when Defort pressed forward, he nimbly turned and evaded him;

Seeing that Bernardo Silva was about to break through with the ball, De Vrij quickly reached out to pull him away and stop him.

"Beep—"

DeFour committed a tactical foul and also received a yellow card.

"The rhythm of this game was completely disrupted!"

Commentator Sun Chen couldn't help but sigh, "The referee's lenient calls in the first half allowed the fouls from both teams to escalate, and now the game is almost out of control."

"Repeated fouls and frequent pauses disrupted the flow of the game, which was undoubtedly a dereliction of duty by referee Grafie."

"But this is exactly the situation Anderlecht wants. They have a one-goal lead, and if Monaco continues to fight like this, they will only fall completely into their opponent's rhythm," Sun Chen continued to explain.

On the sidelines, Jardim instantly saw through the situation and his heart tightened: "No, if we continue to foul and fight like this to waste time, we'll only be the ones who suffer."

Yaldin once again had the idea of ​​changing tactics and personnel to turn the tide.

The match is in its 62rd minute.

Monaco midfielder Pasalic was violently knocked to the ground by a reckless tackle from an opponent.

Pasalic clutched the area of ​​discomfort and waved his hands alternately, indicating that he could not continue the game and requested to be substituted.

Yaldin's heart had been in his throat for what felt like the hundredth time.

Fortunately, there was no serious injury this time. Pasalic did not need a stretcher or assistance and walked off the field on his own.

"Sorry, boss, I really can't hold on any longer." Pasalic looked dejected.

Yaldin patted him on the shoulder and reassured him in a deep voice, "It's alright, go down and get some rest."

At this point, Monaco were down to ten men, putting them at a disadvantage against 11. Jardim had to decide on a substitution immediately.

He plans to bring on striker Carrillo, who just transferred from Estudiantes de La Plata in Argentina this season.

The team formation was changed directly to a 4-2-4 attacking formation.

Since ground penetration and passing combinations couldn't break through Anderlecht's dense defense,

Why not have the two wingers go down the wing or make 45° diagonal passes, and rely on the two strikers to bombard the opponent's goal with high balls!

But when he turned his head, he saw Carrillo sitting on the bench, cursing and gesturing wildly with his hands, his emotions extremely volatile.

"This guy is truly a player from the South American league." Jardim sighed and rubbed his forehead. "If we really put him on the field, I'm afraid the fouls will only become more rampant."

With the midfield suffering consecutive losses, the team is currently short of available players. What should they do?

While pondering, Yardin suddenly remembered someone and immediately turned to look at the corner of the substitute bench.

Jiang Ming happened to look up, and their eyes met briefly in mid-air.

After a moment's hesitation, Yardin finally looked away and made his decision:

"Carrillo, you're on the field. Partner with Lachina as a striker, let Bernardo and the others cross the ball, and use headers to break through their defense."

Carrillo, whose name was called, instantly became excited, his expression fanatical: "Don't worry, boss! I'll definitely teach the Belgians a lesson."

Yaldin twitched the corner of his mouth and said in a heavy tone, "Remember, tone down your movements, don't commit reckless fouls, and don't slow down the pace. We're the ones who's behind now."

Carrillo, whether he took Jardim's advice to heart or not, remained highly motivated, hopping twice in place before rushing onto the field.

Yaldin stared at his retreating figure, remaining silent for a moment.

He was secretly worried; he didn't know whether this personnel change was a good thing or a bad thing.

Yaldin ultimately suppressed the idea of ​​employing Jiang Ming.

He cannot send the message that Monaco is in dire straits and needs a newcomer who has never officially debuted to save the team.

Nowadays, the competition on the field is fierce and the rules are lenient. Once Jiang Ming enters the game, he will inevitably be targeted by the opponents.

Using newcomers rashly could disrupt morale and lower the team's overall spirit.

"We can only take it one step at a time," Yaldin murmured to himself.

"Monaco made a substitution in the 62nd minute of the match."

"Midfielder Pasalic, unable to continue playing, is substituted off, and striker Carrillo comes on as a substitute," announced Sun Chen, commentator for Lay's Sports.

"See? I knew Jiang Ming wouldn't get a chance to play. He's been waiting all this time for nothing."

"Forget it, I'll just watch Tottenham's game later. They're both Asian players, but Son Heung-min is a guaranteed starter."

"Don't bring up Asian players; this is the stark difference between Chinese and South Korean football."

In the chat room, fans were discussing it animatedly.

Many people were disappointed, feeling that their efforts to wait for Jiang Ming to play in this match had ultimately been in vain.

Carrillo's introduction of the game failed to revitalize the attack or create any threat for the team.

On the contrary, the argument he had with the opponent after being fouled did not bring any positive change to the team.

In the 66th minute, the opponent committed another deliberate foul, bringing down Carrillo, but the referee made no call.

Fabinho couldn't help but step forward to protest the referee's decision.

Grafie didn't hesitate to pull out a yellow card, directly warning Fabinho.

"What?"

Fabinho was stunned, his face filled with disbelief.

The Monaco players felt that the referee had been bribed by Anderlecht.

The double standards and outrageous rulings made it clear to everyone on the field that the game was biased.

In the 76th minute, Anderlecht made a substitution, with left winger Ajimpen coming on as a substitute.

Just two minutes later, Anderlecht launched a deadly counterattack.

Anderlecht intercepted the ball from Monaco in their own half, and center-back Mboggi launched a long pass forward.

Ajimpen, who had just come on as a substitute, made a high-speed forward run and received the ball;

After shaking off all the defenders, he broke into the penalty area and poked the ball past goalkeeper Subasic.

The ball rolled smoothly into the goal, without any suspense.

"Gooooooooal——"

The English commentator drew out the words as he announced the goal.

"In the 78th minute! Monaco lost possession in their own half, Mboggi delivered a superb long pass, and Agimpon slotted home!"

The score is now 0-2!

"Monaco is completely pushed to the brink, and their chances of qualifying are extremely precarious!"

With the game already decided, Jardim could no longer afford to worry about his so-called experience in major tournaments or the opponent's deliberate targeting.

In this crucial Europa League match, the team absolutely cannot afford to collapse.

He brought on a striker, thinking that strengthening the team's attack would turn the game around.

He was wrong.

Monaco desperately needs a calm and composed midfield maestro.

A team metronome who can maintain a steady pace when slow and transition quickly between offense and defense.

Yardin's gaze slowly locked onto the black-haired, yellow-skinned Chinese boy in the corner of the substitute bench.

His expression was solemn, his tone extremely firm, and he spoke in a deep voice:

"Jiang, it's your turn to step up and take back our rhythm."