In the locker room of Bayern Munich, several Bayern bosses gathered together to watch the football.

Mattus, who had a handsome face, pondered:

"Michael met an opponent."

"This Korean little guy has a good chance. His vision, passing, confrontation, and even shooting are pretty good. His health is almost done, and his teammates are a little tricky, so Bainde is OK, but he has led his teammates."

"What he is strongest should be his spiritual attributes."

Mattus commented on Zheng Zhi in front of the TV, because Bayern Munich's game was two hours late, and they watched the game in the locker room.

"Lotal, he is Chinese, not Korean."

"Oh, Chinese..." Mattus rolled his eyes, "I really don't know."

"That's right, only Asian players, and only Koreans are impressive. Che and Che Bang Gen are the only Asian players I remember."

Mattus said the truth.

"Who is not..." Other bigwigs also nodded in recognition.

Then Mattus brought the topic back to the game, "Michael must control the rhythm. If the opponent is disrupted, the game will be difficult, and the opponent will not be difficult to play when he gets crazy."

"Kaisslautern's strength is obviously weaker than last season. Maybe it's because they won the championship. Young players like Michael are their future. But I believe that sooner or later he belongs to Bayern."

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Zheng Zhi's spiritual attributes are indeed at work. He fought bloody battles to bless his teammates' combat power. The two sides continued to compete in the midfield for more than ten minutes but could do anything about each other. Kaiserslautern continued to strengthen his long shots, trying to use long shots to knock on Nikolov's door.

But Zheng Zhi and Shure pay great attention to protecting the middle lane, and even if they were allowed to kick, they did not make them feel comfortable to ejaculate.

As a last resort, Kaiserslautern began to change his tactics again. He couldn't handle it in the middle and played crosses on the flank. Then Barack was almost half a forward. The emperor wanted to give full play to his height advantage!

When playing on the side, Barack rushed into the Frankfurt penalty area every time. Shure and Zheng Zhi, who were guarding him, were in a state of great pain and were frightened every time. Even if the ball did not come to Barack's head, they would not dare to slacke off at all.

In the 71st minute, Barack had the best chance. Zheng Zhi was going to stare at Sforza on the field, but Shure and Barack were carrying it alone. Barack easily hit the ball and flew to the lower left corner of the goal.

Seeing that the ball was about to fly into the goal, Marshall stretched out his extra kick to block the ball. Although the ball accelerated into the goal, the lineman raised the pawn.

Offside!

Barack had already rushed up and raised his arms to celebrate.

This was his first hat trick, but he was ruined by Marshall.

Depressed, luck is always a little bit bad...

Zheng Zhi was also a little happy because he felt that this luck was really in line with Barack...

“Offside,”

"This is indeed an offside ball. If Marshall doesn't touch it, it's a good ball. Even God is helping Frankfurt."

The score is still a draw.

The emperor's face was gloomy, and then used the first substitution place, and the famous player Bremer came out. It seemed that his decision to let Bremer continue to play for a season was wrong. Since his first goal was lost due to his own reasons, Bremer has been silent on the left side and never dared to step forward to participate in the offense again.

It is not enough to do a good job of defense alone, and Rehager must also see the offensive side.

This is not the Bremer that Rehagel needs, so he was replaced...

Seeing Rehager substitution, Emman Trout quickly made adjustments. Soberzik came up to replace Brinkman. Weber, who was somewhat silent, was replaced by Westtarler, maintaining the vitality of the midfield and frontcourt.

Zheng Zhi glanced at the guy who had just replaced Bremer. It was another player that Emmantrout had told him before the game, Hungarian player Hetruka, who was also a substitute.

This guy has distinctive characteristics, fast skills, but his defense is a bit reckless. The tactical report is written quite clearly. In fact, whether it is Bremer or Hetruka on the field, Kaiserslautern's left side is the focus of Frankfurt's attack.

At this time, Zheng Zhi was still very clear about one of his tasks. He would not miss any opportunity.

However, it is still Kaiserslautern launching an attack on Frankfurt.

Shure's physical strength has dropped significantly, as did Schneider in front. He can clearly see that because their running ability is declining, their running range is getting smaller and smaller.

Only he is still running on a large scale, trying to cover the half-court, he is already consciously helping his teammates. He hopes that Kaiserslautern will not discover this so soon...

In the 75th minute, Schneider fouled in the frontcourt and paid the price of a yellow card. Two minutes later, Shure was the same and also received the yellow card.

In fact, it is said that Zheng Zhi is the Bundesliga yellow card king, but in fact, other teammates are similar. Shure has a lot of yellow cards, but he just has one less card than him.

Schul gave Kaiserslautern a chance to set the ball in the frontcourt. Although the position was not very good, the place between the outside of the right side of the penalty area and the sideline, for the tall and powerful Kaiserslautern players, as long as they send the ball to the large penalty area in Frankfurt, it is already full of infinite threats.

Rehager was still shouting several times on the sidelines.

Except for Koch and the newly-up Hertruka, the players of Kaiserslautern were pressed up. Frankfurt's penalty area was full of dense muscular men, and the air was filled with a strong smell of sweat...

Sforza took a free kick, and the arc ball with his right foot drew a strong arc and quickly fell into the Frankfurt penalty area and headed towards the back point.

This time, Zheng Zhi and Barak in the middle lane did not hit the point, and the two turned their heads and looked behind at the same time.

Dong

Schrongborg is a lion shook his head!

The ball hit the ground and then bounced into the goal, and Nikolov had no choice...

"Ah! The ball is lost!"

"Neither Shure nor Soberzik could defend Schrongborg against this ball. Schrongborg was too relaxed, so it shouldn't be."

"In the 79th minute, Kaiserslautern took the lead again."

"3:2, Frankfurt is bad now."

In the stands, Kaiserslautern fans finally got excited again and finally took the lead again. This process is really not easy. They were attacked by Frankfurt at home. I really thought the team would get a draw. At the critical moment, veteran De Jongberg is reliable!

The morale of Frankfurt will definitely be severely hit by the goal you lost, which means they have to find a way to get a goal back, but in this case, you want to create a chance to score?

Too unrealistic.

Zheng Zhi's eyes swept through his teammates one by one, and many of them showed a frustrated side.

These guys are still used to being depressed.

"Brothers,"

"We have worked hard for 80 minutes! Although we have lost one goal and are behind now, we shouldn't be frustrated because we are still performing well!"

"We're going to continue fighting!"

Surprisingly, it was Schneider who made the sound. He clenched his fists tightly, his expression was very excited.

"Yes, we have nothing to afford to lose. We have to continue fighting! Be energetic. It is not scary to lose the ball. What is scary is to lose yourself!" Shure yelled while wiping his sweat.

Ah, you guys.

Zheng Zhi was really surprised. This atmosphere is right. I don’t ask everyone to do this, but at least more and more teammates have become different from before.

"come on!"

"come on!"

"come on!"

They are inspiring each other...

Um?

Rehagel frowned slightly and became alert. The voices on the court were a bit unusual. These players of Emmantrout are too stubborn? Are they still unyielding to lose until now? This tenacity made him feel a little jealous.

No, I want to prepare for a replacement. He started to feel a little pounding in his heart. Then he turned around and went back to say a few words to the assistant coach...

Frankfurt attacked and Zheng Zhi got the ball. This time it was a bit unexpected. Barack was retreating and did not snipe him near the center line. It seemed that Barack was also trying to defend.

In the last few minutes of the game, everyone would have such an idea. It was not a knockout match. If you can score three points, you will not risk your goals.

He was not in a hurry to pass the ball forward, but played two short passes with Shure in a row. Anyway, Kaiserslautern's defense was too tight, so there was probably no hope if he passed the ball up. Although Yang Chen and Saru were still running hard, the attack still did not start.

What is he going to do? Barack was a little uncomfortable waiting in the backcourt. Hu, Hu, Hu, he was breathing heavily, but he always felt something was going to happen. Today's physical energy was quite exhausting, almost running the whole game, and it was rare that he had time to breathe now.

Zheng Zhi took him to cross the midfield, but at this moment he saw Schneider's sudden diagonal insertion and walked around behind Sforza.

Bang,

Zheng Zhi took a step in time and stuffed the ball straight up.

But Barack discovered that he blocked Schneider and sealed Schneider's way forward like a wall.

Beep,

The whistle sounded.

Barack was sentenced to a foul.

“Setting ball,”

"Front court set piece!"

“Frankfurt got a great set piece in the frontcourt.”

"It's about 25 meters away from the goal, right in front of the penalty area. Is Zheng Zhi here to take the penalty? Today he is in such a good state, and he may be covered with a kick..."

Schneider and Zheng Zhi stood in front of Piqiu at the same time, and the two whispered.

"Or why I'll fight?"

Schneider is still very confident in his free kick style.

However, Zheng Zhi's eyes were focused on the people's wall of Kaiserslautern, and he didn't even look at Schneider.

"No, Bainde, believe me."

At this time, Shuster stood up again in the coaching seat.
Chapter completed!