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The soccer match

The weather isn’t especially nice here this afternoon, where Tottenham is going to play against Manchester City. However the weather doesn’t seem to worry the large crowd. They are so busy discussing who will win the game that they apparently don’t pay attention to that it’s bitterly cold. I must admit that I don’t like the black clouds on the horizon.
The time is 3 PM and now the two teams are entering the field. The crowd doesn’t yell anymore. They look expectant at the judge. Why doesn’t he whistle? Is there something wrong? Come on! Then the referee's whistle sounds and the match can begin. Then the referee's whistle sounds
The match alternate all the time. But Manchester City isn’t doing so well. They aren’t fast enough, and when a defender tackles a stricker at the goalline. Is there offside? What’s going to happen? What is it that the referee says? Penalty? He’s pointing at the penalty area and gives the to Manchester City. The home side is furious, “Why penalty? Didn’t he fell by himself? Who pushed him? He didn’t move at all. How about you going home and polishing your glasses? Why don’t you go home in your bed and sleep on?”