Aww ~

Aww ~

Aww ~

Frankfurt fans screamed in the stands, and the fans standing in the first row almost pulled out the railing.

I was so excited that the moment Zheng Zhi shot, their hands couldn't help but hold the railing tightly.

"Zheng!"

"Zheng!"

"Zheng!"

...

They would also yell at Zheng Zhi's name heart-wrenchingly.

The Chinese fans next to them are much more educated.

"Zheng Zhi, Niu c!"

"Niu c, Zheng Zhi!"

"He's so fucking awesome!"

“…”

A fan even climbed onto the railing and waved the five-star red flag in his hand, not afraid of falling off the railing.

And the Chinese fans sitting in front of the TV almost overturned the entire quiet China, which was destined to be a sleepless night. Those who were originally sleeping suddenly heard the cheers of the fans in the middle of the night, and all were scared and got goosebumps.

"Oh, Lao Wang next door is watching the football again! Look at him being excited."

"Are all fans so crazy?"

“…”

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"incredible!"

"The Chinese Gemini scored in the same game!" Huang Jianxiang's blood-red eyes were open, and a trace of tears had already flowed out of the corners of his eyes.

"I didn't expect that one day, we could experience such a grand scene. This is the blessing of fans and the blessing of China!"

"hey-hey,"

"hey-hey,"

Zhang Lu was left with only hehe, but the muscles on his face were twisting wildly and almost twitching.

I really want to cry!

"There is no doubt that no matter whether this game wins or loses, Zheng Zhi and Yang Chen's names will be written into the history of German football. They have created magic!"

...

In the coach's seat, this time Shuster no longer had the same calm as before. Zheng Zhi was his close disciple and actually completed a shocking blow. The shot was Zheng Zhi's worst part, but he actually scored a goal in the game. The excited Shuster suddenly jumped to Emmantrout like the player's age.

How could this look like a coaching staff member? Emmantrout never thought that Shuster would suddenly ride on his back.

"Ah, ah, ah,"

An old problem has been made again!

Shuster didn't care. He held his right arm high and shouted Zheng Zhi's name like an ordinary fan.

"Zheng, Zheng, Zheng!"

"Oye, Oye, Oye!"

"Fark! Fark! Fark!" Three American swear words...

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Zheng Zhi was not injured by Barack's collision. Although his body was not strong enough, his patience was very strong!

He climbed up from the turf with a smile on his face, and was about to turn his head to look for Yang Chen's figure.

With a shout, Yang Chen had already pounced on him like a phantom. He staggered, but he didn't stand firmly, and lay back on the turf. Then, the other teammates rushed up one after another and pressed them on the turf.

This scene is crazy...

At the same time, Barack, who was suffering, was lowering his head and listening to the verbal warning of the referee on duty.

"Pay attention to your defensive moves."

"The next time, I will play cards and warn you!"

The referee pointed his right hand straight in front of Barack's nose and tapped again and again. It was already considered as showing mercy. He could have shown a yellow card to Barack, but now he just gave a verbal warning.

Barack did not nod because he didn't listen at all. Even if he did it again, he would bump into it again. He didn't want to intentionally violate Zheng Zhi, but just wanted to stop Zheng Zhi from completing the shot.

But, it's too late.

After the referee left, he glanced at the celebration crowd in Frankfurt and walked back to his position in a depressed manner.

These old guys didn't play football they wanted at all. Football shouldn't be like this. He complained about these teammates in his heart...

And Kaiserslautern fans also admire Barack more.

“Michael,”

"Only Michael is fighting."

“The others are walking.”

"Wagner is old, Bremer is old, and Sforza is old, and only the young man Barack is fighting."

"They should give him the ball and let him solve the problem!"

"We can't let those two Chinese people jump around anymore."

...

Head coach Rehager dragged his chin and fell into deep thought at this moment. The Emperor's mind was incomprehensible to ordinary people, otherwise he would not have called him the Emperor.

He must sort out the chaos in the past few minutes and find a new solution.

I raised my left hand and looked at my watch. The time has reached the 41st minute. There is not much time left in the first half. You can make adjustments during the halftime break...

And Zheng Zhi and his teammates have already walked towards their positions.

"Brothers,"

“We can do it.”

“We did it now.”

"We're going to continue fighting!"

He still did not forget to continue to motivate his teammates.

Beep

After the fight, Frankfurt was still very tough, while Kaiserslautern still stabilized the situation and delayed the remaining time in the first half.

The head coaches on both sides were very excited, but the excitement content was different. Emmantrout almost limped into the player channel. Schuster just now crushed his waist and couldn't walk straight. Another exciting half, he had to continue to motivate his disciples in the locker room.

The Emperor crawled into the home team's locker room with anger on his face. He was really angry! Even if the nearby staff stood outside, they could hear the Emperor's anger and roar, as if he stomped his feet and the entire court could collapse.

"Michael, move your position forward to the midfielder in the second half."

"Leave the offensive ball rights to him."

This is the latest instruction from the Emperor.

Barack's eyes shone with a glimmer of spirit, standing there like an iron warrior, that's what he wanted!

The old guys are going to hand over the power! This is the emperor's will...

And in the away locker room.

Emmantrout's movements were a bit funny. He held one of his hands on Shuster's shoulders. There was no way, and he twisted his waist. It was all Shuster who had to do it. Now he could only be his human-shaped crutch.

But Emmantrout's eyes were firm.

In just a few minutes in the first half, he was shocked by the changes in the players on the court. Yes, although he was the team's head coach, he was also impressed by these players and was shocked.

“I’m proud of your performance.”

"I don't even dare to say I know you."

"Today, you have once again reached a wonderful conclusion!"

"I'm proud of you!"

"No matter what the result is, you are all glorious today."

"Fight, kids!"

Perhaps Emman Trout, as the head coach, has only this motivational skill left...
To be continued...