I want to jump higher!

I want to jump higher!

You must never let this kid die!

He was angry.

His anger was burning.

Barack grinded his teeth and rushed forward quickly. It was impossible for Coochela to come and pinch him to death, let alone give Zheng Zhizai a second chance to collide with him.

With a squeak, he suddenly stopped at the front point, kicked a piece of grass with his right foot, turned 180 degrees, waved his long arms and quickly turned back to the middle. The range of running was too large, so Zheng Zhi, who was originally following him, could not catch up with his beat.

Oops!

When Zheng Zhi caught up, Barack had already jumped with the flow, and there was a embarrassed Kuchella in the middle. Kuchella felt like she was pressing against the top of Mount Tai. Barack was so domineering.

The burly Barak is an invincible giant at this time!

"drink!"

Almost roared and smashed at the falling ball.

Dong

Nikolov had just moved half a step when the ball flew into the upper right corner of the goal.

"Oh, the ball is in!"

“Barak.”

"You have to tie him to the post with iron chains to stop him completely, right?"

"There is no way for Zheng Zhi to do this ball. He kept staring at Barack, but Barack got rid of him in a roundabout way. Originally, Zheng Zhi still had a chance, but he was pitted by Kuchella."

"Frankfurt fell 0:1 away."

After landing, Barack immediately shouted out completely, waved his right fist to celebrate, and took a special glance at Zheng Zhi.

So strong!

Zheng Zhi had to admire Barack like this. He tried his best, but he still allowed Barack to score a goal.

Barack, excitedly broke free from his teammate's hug, rushed to the stands of the Kaiserslautern fans and roared again, then pointed to his jersey number, perhaps venting something.

Maybe it was because the news that he was going to join Leverkusen some time ago, and the fans of Kaiserslautern were dissatisfied with him. Now he used goals to vent his emotions.

"Michael!"

"Michael!"

"Michael!"

Kaiserslautern fans seemed to have forgotten this, and they screamed wildly at Barack's name, which is a hero Barack.

On the sidelines, Kaiserslautern coach Rehger was also good at making momentum. He turned around and raised his arms to signal the fans to get more warmer applause and cheers.

boom,

boom,

boom.

The stadium climaxes one after another, one wave higher than another.

At that moment, Frankfurt fans and Chinese fans seemed so small that they seemed to be flooded by the tide. In front of the powerful Barack and Kaiserslautern, Frankfurt's goal fell.

Kuchella, who was pressed by Barack Tarz, was filled with at a loss on her face. She was really scared by Barack's header. She had never seen such a fierce guy after playing professional football for so many years.

He had fought against German men like Mattus and Klinsman, but never had a guy who had brought him such a shock to him in front of him.

Beep,

The battle started again.

Yang Chen kicked the ball to Saru, and Saru immediately hit Schneider, and the Kaiserslautern player immediately forced him up. Rehhager's team's style of playing was pressing the whole game, pressing at high positions, and he would not give his opponent a chance to breathe.

They won't be satisfied with the advantage of a ball.

Schneider did not dare to take the ball and rushed forward, so he chose to knock it to Zheng Zhi.

A shout,

Before the ball reached Zheng Zhi's feet, Barack flew a sliding tackle in the middle! His right foot quickly slid towards the ball and broke the ball.

He pushed his left palm hard on the turf and bounced up.

He is as fierce as Zhang Fei!

Excellent game reading ability allowed Barack to find an opportunity to intercept. He accurately judged Schneider's passing trend and then tackled the ball.

Zheng Zhi rushed over quickly, but Barack still took the lead and then rushed forward with great strides.

It's not human, Zheng Zhi also gritted his teeth and followed and rushed to the edge of the penalty area. But Barack never let Zheng Zhi rush forward, using his physical advantage to hold Zheng Zhi tightly, preventing Zheng Zhi from crossing half a step.

"It's up,"

"These two guys are really on the verge of."

Huang Jianxiang shouted, "Chinese midfielder vs German midfielder."

Booker, who took the ball from the right, still decisively passed the ball to Barack.

Why are you following you?

Dong

Barack shot angrily! No adjustments were made at all, as if the shot was natural.

The stones are shocked,

It swallows mountains and rivers.

Duang

The ball, which was like a cannonball, angrily hit the right goal post, and Frankfurt captain Nikolov did not react at all.

when,

when,

when,

The goal was still trembling violently, and the ball had already popped out of the penalty area.

Just when many people were stunned, Zheng Zhi and Barak were fighting, and the location became outside the right corner of the penalty area.

Click,

Click,

The two people's bodies collided twice in a row. Zheng Zhi suffered a little, but he could barely maintain his physical balance, while Barak was still as stable as Mount Tai.

Swish,

But this time, Zheng Zhi took the lead in the shoveling! He fell to the ground from the side and directly shoveled the ball towards Pederson Barack by half a beat.

Barack looked down at Zheng Zhi, and a hint of surprise flashed. He really didn't expect that Zheng Zhi was more determined and decisive than him! He was obviously at a disadvantage in physical confrontation, but he almost seized the initiative every time!

Seeing Zheng Zhi get up from the turf, he subconsciously chased after him.

"Thor!"

Even though Barack was behind him, he still asked Thor Pederson for the ball.

Pederson didn't know who to pass the ball to, so he subconsciously handed the ball to Zheng Zhi.

Seeing that Barak was about to chase him, Zheng Zhi suddenly hit back with his right foot, then pulled the ball to the left, and turned 180 degrees. Barak rushed a little quickly, and was instantly thrown to the other side by Zheng Zhi!

"pretty!"

Bang!

Zheng Zhi immediately made a foot and passed the ball out with his big foot.

This is not a purposeless big feet!

With a shout, the ball drew a graceful arc and quickly passed over Bremer's head.

Ah, damn it! Bremer ran back, but how could a person be faster than the ball?

In a mess,

He was not safe in his later years, and he was attacked by Zheng Zhi naked.

Frankfurt striker Saru had rushed over from the middle, and removed the ball with his right foot and immediately went forward with a harder stroke! Even Schrongborg was about to curse, this speed was too tormenting.

Thudding, Saru took three big steps in a row. Before Schrongborg could catch up, he forced his body to twist his body and pulled the ball into the middle with his right foot.

"Yang Chen!"

"Yang Chen!"

"Yang Chen!"

Everyone's eyes fell on Yang Chen in the middle, who rushed towards the ball at the same time and led by one position.
Chapter completed!