One was a Real Madrid defender.
The other was Milan's attacking midfielder.
George definitely had the bigger background.
His father was former England National Team captain Terry, and he was also a junior Huang Kaiwen favored.
Taylor himself was English, so he naturally felt closer to George.
But Real Madrid's Black players were no pushovers either. Who knew whether Mendy might be the next Vinicius? Political correctness in Europe had become downright absurd.
If he mishandled this, he might have to come out and apologize. Then how could he retain any authority in this well-paid part-time job as a referee?
A referee at his level earned around £120,000 to £140,000 a year. That was less than what top Premier League stars made in a week, but still more than most people in the United Kingdom.
The average British income was only a fraction of what he earned from this job.
The key issue now was that George's offense had been more serious. Both feet off the ground, studs up—an unquestionable red card. It was difficult to argue that Mendy's foul warranted a red.
In an instant, Anthony Taylor made his decision.
He pulled out a yellow card and showed one each to Mendy and George.
That gave Milan an explanation as well. Letting George stay on could be treated as a bit of home-field favoritism, and since the match had only just begun, sending off a player would alter the game.
Taylor could not help praising himself inwardly. That was fucking brilliant!
"Two yellow cards. George got off lightly there. A red for that challenge would have been perfectly justified."
"Yes, the referee must have had his own considerations. George should rein in his temper too. It won't do for him to become more and more like Ramos in that