"Hey, we can see the referee reaching for a card."
"This was an extremely dangerous foul because Ramos was the last defender."
"Will it be a yellow card or a red?"
"Red card and a penalty!"
"The referee has awarded the ultimate punishment. That was an extremely strict decision."
"The Real Madrid players were obviously furious because Real Madrid had also gone down several times in Barcelona's penalty area during the first half. We even saw Yang Yang brought down by Puyol when he dribbled into the box—calf against calf—but the referee didn't call a foul then. This time, though, he gave Ramos a red card."
"That has to be said—it's brought the suspense back into the match."
Everyone at Real Madrid was furious about the red card and penalty.
They could accept the penalty, but the red card was too much.
Yang Yang quickly ran over from the front and blocked his furious teammates, afraid they might lose their heads again. He then faced the referee directly, keeping both hands behind his back.
"Sir, I remember you told me during the first half that calf-to-calf contact was within your tolerance range. But what I don't understand is, why did you award the ultimate punishment this time? Even a yellow card would have been fine." Yang Yang demanded angrily.
The referee waved both hands at Yang Yang, signaling for him to stay calm. "What I want to say is that this foul was different from the one in the first half."
"How was it different?" Yang Yang pressed.
"It was more serious in nature."
"Was Puyol's foul not serious in nature?" Yang Yang countered.
The referee hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "At least, that's how it felt to me."
What else was there to say?
Yang Yang shook