The Departing Train

Arsenal's players immediately rushed over. Moric grabbed the referee's arm and kept shaking his head.

"He didn't mean it. It was just a perfectly normal foul!"

"He lost control of his body, but he pulled back!"

"Red card! He should get a red card! That wasn't a footballing move, that was a martial arts move!"

"Look at what Lu has been kicked into! It was absolutely disgraceful!"

Real Madrid's players egged things on from the side, looking fierce as they tried to make the referee show a straight red.

In the end, Arsenal did not let Gordon get off lightly.

Real Madrid, however, did not let Gordon's punishment become any worse.

Yellow card!

That was how the referee classified the foul.

Real Madrid's players were actually fairly satisfied.

After all, given the intensity of the Premier League, nobody could really complain even if no card had been shown for that challenge.

Gordon shot Lu Yang an annoyed look, as if to say, Why the hell were you charging in so fast?

Lu Yang merely raised an eyebrow at him, as if to say, Don't stand in my way next time, unless you want two yellows to become a red.

It had to be said that the advantage defenders had in intimidating attackers became a disadvantage after they were booked.

That also meant Gordon and Locke would face greater defensive pressure down that flank afterward.

Lu Yang stood behind the ball, preparing to take the free kick.

It was a free kick out wide on the right, unlikely to pose a direct threat to goal.

But a cross from there could be extremely dangerous.

Normally, sending two players into the wall as a token measure would have been enough.

But... Arsenal had actually sent three!

Because they knew Lu Yang was