Heathfield has been in the football world for decades and has never seen any scenes before. He could see everything that happened just now. That's why he was surprised by Zheng Zhi's performance.

Even before he could remind his disciples on the field, Zheng Zhi seized this fleeting opportunity. All that was waiting for Heathfield was the current shock and sigh.

And his disciples seemed to be still confused and didn't understand why the team suddenly lost the ball.

Effenberg immediately took the ball away from Mattus. He returned to the backcourt panting, glanced at Mattus, and said sarcastically without hesitation: "I said, if you can't kick, you'll end up. Look at what ball you passed just now!"

“That’s what you want.”

The rain fell on Mattus's firm face, but he didn't say a word. Of course, he had to bear the most serious responsibility for concealing the ball. But this was an accident. According to normal circumstances, he would not take the initiative to pass the ball through the mistake. If you want to blame it, you should blame the damn rain.

"snort,"

He snorted, walked back to his position, and ignored Effenberg.

Effenberg was bored and looked at Zheng Zhi again. In fact, he couldn't understand why Zheng Zhi suddenly rushed up and launched an attack, and was so determined. Unless, he kept thinking about a counterattack? By chance, when Lotal made a mistake in passing?

That's too scary. This guy keeps staring at their midfield and backcourt while busy with defense?

horrible!

He believed it a little more in his heart, but he still didn't have a deeper understanding like Heathfield.

At this moment, Yang Chen and Zheng Zhi hugged each other tightly, and their teammates rushed in from all directions. This was a goal to score Bayern, and everyone was extremely excited.

In the stands, Frankfurt fans ignored the rain and fell into their mouths, shouting Yang Chen's name with their mouths open.

"Yang,"

"Yang,"

"Yang!"

The guys who scored goals will always be the most eye-catching heroes. They will not think about the guy who passed the ball like Huang Jianxiang. How superb the skills are and how smart the head is...

German state TV station, Bretner's voice became smaller, he reluctantly explained, "Bayern is so unlucky,"

"Frankfurt has found luck, and Lotal gave them a big gift."

"This ball was thrown out too unexpectedly."

"They should change in the next time, just as half is coming, and Heathfield can have plenty of time to change the tactics."

“…”

At this time, there was a guy with a very strange expression. When Shuster scored a goal in Frankfurt, he either looked disdain or was calm. But this time Shuster tilted his head and his eyes were on Zheng Zhi.

"This guy,"

"It seems to be far better than I thought?"

"Is that accident just now? Or is it a tactical offensive intentionally launched?"

"No, I have to ask him later..."

In addition to Heathfield and Huang Jianxiang, Shuster also immediately saw the trick and knew that this was not a simple attack.

After that, he became excited and felt more and more that he had picked up the treasure, so he wanted to continue training Zheng Zhi.

Within a few minutes, the first half ended and both sides entered a 15-minute halftime break.

In the visiting team's locker room, Heathfield criticized the team.

"We played so relaxed that we gave them room to fight back."

"I reiterate that Frankfurt beat Hertha Berlin and Leverkusen. If you think you can easily win here, then you can continue to dream."

"The one who lost the ball just now is not luck."

"It was a premeditated attack!"

"Stefan, what do you think?" He looked at Effenberg with a sharp look.

"I," Effenberg's understanding was not that deep. He just analyzed that Zheng Zhizai was peeking at their backcourt.

"He has been looking for opportunities to fight back, which is indeed a bit scary."

Of course he refers to Zheng Zhi.

"No,"

"It's not just that." A trace of disappointment flashed in Heathfield's eyes. The 30-year-old Effenberg still couldn't see it. He was already the most talented midfielder in Germany, but he still didn't find the real problem.

"You try to recall when he took the ball and started the attack."

Well, Effenberg was stunned for a moment, thinking that Heathfield was a bit of a big deal today, but he still tried to recall the scene just now.

But Mattus's eyes lit up immediately, he understood, and said coldly:

"He passed the ball."

"He borrowed the advantage of rainy days and successfully hit a counterattack with a high ball."

"Ah!" Effenberg was shocked and understood at a glance.

"really……"

He couldn't speak anymore, but instead felt a little guilty in his heart.

"If so, then we really underestimated him."

Heathfield nodded. Finally, Effenberg and Mattus did not disappoint him. They said that the Germans have a rigid mind, but now it seems that these two guys are not so bad yet...

"Don't be scary to lose the ball, don't be discouraged."

"Victory will still be ours."

"Just, he reminded us that this should be our advantage. We need to increase the chances of long-range shots, shoot more, grab more points, Giovani, you replace Stranz in the second half,"

Elber was sitting on the bench and heard his name. A hint of excitement flashed in his eyes. Finally, he was ready to beat his hands. No matter how strong Heathfield said Frankfurt was, in his eyes, it was a lazy team. How strong that midfielder was, he was not a Brazilian after all. The Germans might think he was powerful, but in the eyes of Brazil, he was nothing. No matter how strong he was, Rivaldo and others were strong? But...

Suddenly, he felt that even the Germans had no knowledge...

Bad defense, bad midfielder, bad striker! As long as you play, you can definitely defeat them with goals.

"Ali, you'll go out to warm up, too."

Ali Dey's eyes lit up, and he didn't expect Heathfield to give him halftime performance.

"Your task is to make balls for your teammates."

Well, even if he is a gun mount, he is willing! Ali Dey took a look at Heathfield very much. He really needs playing time now...

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In the home team's locker room, Emmantrout summarized the first half and inspired everyone to continue playing at the same pace as the first half.

To be honest, Zheng Zhi felt that Emmantrout's coaching level was quite average, his tactics were stable, and he had no highlights, nor could he reflect any tactical adjustments and changes. The details were much worse.

Perhaps, it’s just the reason why he has been coaching in the B-level and downstream teams in the Bundesliga…

"Zheng,"

"Do you have anything to say?"

"You are the captain."

This is the authority of the locker room. Emmantrout actually gave him such power in the locker room.

"I think we still have to seize the opportunity to fight back in the second half,"

"Looking at this rainy day, it won't stop for a while. We have to fight back boldly and strive for a long shot. The goalkeeper will definitely be afraid of such a shot."

"Even if there is no chance to shoot, we must maintain the pressure test on their defense. We must boldly lift the ball forward, and it will be hard for the striker," Zheng Zhi glanced at Yang Chen.

"We must hold their defense and not let them all press on."

"Yang Chen is in full swing. If he can't run, let Saru go."

"We need to pass more high balls to avoid too many pass mistakes. There will be a lot of physical confrontation for the high balls, and we need to be prepared."

Hearing Zheng Zhi's analysis, Shuster gave up his thoughts on asking Zheng Zhi.
Chapter completed!