"I'm fucking cramps again, ah"

As soon as the whistle ended, Schneider stumbled on the turf again.

"Ouch, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, I can't stand it!"

His thighs are hard, which is almost a waste of life. Those who have never experienced cramps in their legs at the same time do not understand this pain.

But Zheng Zhi understood, but it was not that he had rich experience in cramping, but that many teammates from domestic clubs were often so miserable in his previous life. He helped his teammates squeeze his legs and squeezed out his experience...

Schneider was also very life-threatening in this game, and his running distance was second only to Zheng Zhi. Although he played in the front midfielder most of the time, the burden of defense was not reduced at all.

"I haven't played such a tiring game for a long time. In my memory, I was still in the youth team, and my physical fitness was not up to par with me. I didn't expect that I could still encounter such a cruel battle now."

"Bainde, maybe the next one is even more cruel."

"Next game..." Schneider muttered, "Bayern."

"We have to fight them to the death again at home."

"No, I'm going to have a big health care tonight."

Fortunately, the medical staff ran in at this time, so Zheng Zhi no longer needed to help him squeeze his legs.

When Zheng Zhi turned around, he happened to see Barack walking towards him. When he was about to walk in front of Zheng Zhi, Barack took the initiative to stretch out his right hand.

A smile on his face completely lost the domineering and murderous aura on the court.

“It’s a good kick.”

"You made me motivated the whole game."

Zheng Zhi also smiled and stretched out his right hand.

"No, no, it was you who made me exhausted the whole game. Look at Bainder, he fell down."

Barack glanced at his future national teammates and shrugged.

"It's not your problem, it's the overall problem of the team. To be honest, you've been so surprised by me. I have to admit that you are a strong opponent, and at the same age you're not inferior to anyone, at least in the Bundesliga. Oh, maybe one person is the exception."

Although Barack has not played in the Bundesliga for a long time and has only been less than two years, as a leader in the younger generation of Germany, he knows every rookie well.

"who?"

"Desler of Mönchengladbach, Sebastian Deesler."

he!

Another genius player in German football, but he was seriously injured many times and was tortured by depression until he retired at the age of 27. Calculate the time, he is about the same age as him. Of course, Zheng Zhi is familiar with Desler.

Deisler was talented when he was a teenager and was also known as the successor of Lotal Matteus. Since his debut at Borussia Mönchengladbach Football Club, he has been favored by football giants. He is very fast, has delicate dribbling skills, accurate crossing points, and is extremely lethal in direct free kicks. Deisler has all the technical qualities to become a genius and was once regarded as the leader in the future of German football.

But... it's an injury!

"I know him."

"Hmm? Do you know him?"

"Uh, I saw it in a magazine." Zheng Zhi rolled his eyes in his heart. He had only been in Germany for more than two months. How could he know Deisler? It was purely the memory of his previous life.

"The last time he didn't play, he played against Mönchengladbach."

"He was injured, his knees had some problems. I just spoke to him the day before yesterday. His injury was a bit bad. I guess he would have to rest for two months." Barack's eyes flashed a little dim. It can be seen that he and Desler have a good relationship.

"This may not be a minor injury, a knee injury, especially when colliding with an opponent, this injury will be exacerbated. Over time, it may become a huge potential for injury."

"I suggest he doesn't rush back so quickly," Zheng Zhi thought for a while, feeling that it is necessary to remind Desler through Barack's mouth. "We just play football with our ankles and knees. If we are not careful, our career may be ruined. Maybe we don't think anything is wrong when we are young, but it will be troublesome when we are old."

Uh, are you very old? Barack was stunned for a moment and thought Zheng Zhi's words were strange. But he still expressed his gratitude on behalf of Sler.

"I will tell him."

"Swap jerseys?" Barack didn't seem to be in a bad mood because of a draw.

"I think so too."

Then, Barack took off the red number 3, while Zheng Zhi took off the white number 39.

Damn, what awesome figure! After looking at Barak's tendon flesh, Zheng Zhi was a little drooling and envious. Looking at his own, although he also has eight-pack abdominal muscles, it is really not enough to look at Barak.

"Your head is OK? I'm so sorry, but you know that on the court, everyone will give it their best."

"You need to say sorry, because I also gave my all."

"Haha..." The two laughed in unison, then walked towards the player channel together, looking more like teammates than opponents.

“Michael,”

"You should transfer to Frankfurt so you can get out of the sheets with this." In the player channel, Kaiserslautern striker Lischer saw them and immediately started to mock them, with very unbearable words.

It was the annoying Lishe again. Lishe, who was already half bald, looked like a murderer, and now he still wanted to come and cause trouble.

Zheng Zhi doesn't plan to endure this time.

But Barack suddenly spoke. "Shut up, old guy."

"Believe it or not, I will stuff my fist into your anus!"

Barak gasped and took a step forward to Lishe, biting his lower lip with white teeth, apparently being irritated by Lishe's disgusting words.

"Michael? Come and try it?" Lishe was not a afraid person, but actually met Barack's gaze, raised his hand and touched his chin, and he was also full of anger.

"Bitches,"

"Go back to the training ground to clean up you!"

"Okay, don't cry and look for mommy when the time comes." Lishe made a throat cut and looked at Zheng Zhi again.

“monkey.”

Humph, Zheng Zhi sneered, and his face suddenly fell.

Suddenly,

Zheng Zhi rushed forward and jumped into the air.

“wnmb!”

Almost all his strength was concentrated on his right fist.

Bang

A fierce straight punch hit Lishe's left face!

The strong Lishe was caught off guard and his huge body fell to the left in an instant.

Puff ~

A bright red sprinkled out of the air, and two knocked teeth flew out...

Duang!

Lishe's body slammed heavily on the floor.

“rubbish!”

"Pooh!"

Made! My mouth was dirty once, but I dared to get dirty for the second time!

Barack was shocked in an instant. He just said something, but he didn't expect that Zheng Zhi took action and slammed Lishe with one punch?
Chapter completed!