Seeing that his goal was broken, Elton subconsciously turned his head and looked at Zheng Zhi.

Hell! How did I let him pass the ball? This guy is so annoying! He realized what a stupid mistake he made. Although it didn't matter much, he always had a little responsibility.

Zheng Zhi ran past him with a happy look on his face and rushed towards Yang Chen.

Yang Chen's 6th goal in the Bundesliga, Zheng Zhi was very happy for Yang Chen. In the 15th round of the league, he played 12 rounds, which is 6 goals in 12 rounds, and averaged 1 goal in two games. This goal efficiency is quite high, and it is considered to be above the level. This is Yang Chen's first season.

Compared with the data from the previous life, Yang Chen's goal rate has been greatly improved. Of course, this is definitely related to Zheng Zhi's wonderful performance...

"yeah,"

"yeah,"

"yeah!"

Shuster turned around again to face Magath's direction, squatted up and down in the lower body, swung his right fist, and continued to humiliate Magath naked!!!

Magath pretended not to see it, and his pair of eyes that had already burned and angry, killed the players on the field countless times.

This kind of ball is too amateur!

In front of Zheng Zhi, they simply can't play football.

Pooh!

He spat hard again.

Isn't this scolding himself? Schuster is just so sarcastic about him, no, he is talking about being played by the ball...

"This ball,"

"I can enter, too."

In the stands, Klose couldn't help but sigh, "Teach Zheng is talented, and there is such a midfielder."

If Schneider heard it, he would probably be unhappy. Without his pass, Fjotoft could not pass the ball to Yang Chen. Why was Zheng's only contribution?

Li Weifeng couldn't understand what Kloze was saying, but he also felt that it was Zheng Zhi's quick serve, and Yang Chen's shot was very easy.

But the fans in the stands all gave Yang Chen a cheer.

"Yang,"

"Yang,"

"Yang!"

Even if it was just a simple round-up and push shot, Yang Chen became a hero in the Eagle Stadium. The goalkeepers are always the most eye-catching. After losing three consecutive games, they finally saw the dawn of victory.

“2:1,”

"Frankfurt beat the score at home, and Bremen paid the price for their carelessness."

"Didn't Magath and his disciples realize how troublesome the No. 39 is?"

...

Beep,

The whistle sounded again, bringing the somewhat confused Bremen player back to reality...

Flo knocked the ball to Elton, and Elton chose to fight alone! With a speed dunk, he quickly threw away Fjottoft. After accelerating, Schneider was also a little caught off guard.

He seemed to have seen a blank corridor on the left, and then rushed to the ground again...

Zheng Zhi's figure emerged again and poked the ball directly to Brinkman.

Elton is still too whimsical...

"A fool?"

"He really thought he could kill everyone in Frankfurt? He wasn't an alien Ronaldo."

Ronaldo has a reputation and is well-known throughout Europe. Drop the ball and kill everyone? Only he can enjoy this honor exclusively. Of course, if you include the seniors, you can add Maradona...

Magath also expressed his dissatisfaction on the sidelines, but no one could hear what he said at this time. Zheng Zhi transferred the ball to the left and Weber sent the cross again.

Yang Chen shook his head at the front point and almost sent the ball into the goal again.

Applause was everywhere in the stands, and the fans shouted Yang Chen's name again.

The same corner kick tactics were still there, but this time, a defensive player stood beside Zheng Zhi, and Schneider also changed the corner kick tactics. The ball drove directly to the back point, and Brinkmann raised the ball high...

"Defense!"

Shuster raised his arms and shouted, still looking particularly loud in the noisy stadium. He was already in an excited state and has now completely entered the role of head coach.

Frankfurt's defense was organized too quickly, and Bremen was unable to launch a quick counterattack. The ball was not handed over to Flo and Elton in front, so they could only switch to positional battles.

The commentator of German Sports TV sighed: "I think we all underestimated Frankfurt."

"No, we all underestimated Schuster."

"We are used to Emmantrout, but we know nothing about Shuster. We all think we know Shuster very well and think his first show will not be successful, but we are all wrong. We just know Shuster as a player, but we don't know Shuster as a coach."

Bretner was silent and said nothing. Perhaps the commentator's analysis was correct. Schuster, as a coach, is just a blank piece of paper, and they know nothing...

I don't want to be slapped in the face again, so it's better for him to say less.

At the end of the first half, Frankfurt walked into the player's channel with a score of 2:1, and the happiest thing was Schuster.

Magath deliberately dragged it to the end, not wanting to meet Shuster.

But Shuster stopped, leaned against the wall, lit a cigarette for himself, and then comfortably spit out a circle into the air.

He is waiting for Magath...

Anyway, the kung fu of a cigarette depends on whether you, Magath, can persist for so long?

Magath had to bite the bullet and walk inside.

"Hey,"

“See not,”

“We are ahead now.”

He couldn't wait to show Magath his achievements...

Magath pretended that he didn't see or hear, otherwise what could he do? If he answered him, wouldn't it be worse?

Magath slipped away in disgrace, and Shuster returned to the locker room with satisfaction and delivered his unique speech.

"Yang,"

"Your shot is so stinky,"

"Don't tell me, you're satisfied with just one goal, you could have scored two."

"Alexander,"

"Do you want to tell me that you can only defend the kids in kindergarten?"

"When Zheng goes forward, you must ensure that the back is safe. Even if you pay a red card!"

"Yes, you have the right to get a red card." Shuster patted Shure on the shoulder, as if he was really encouraging him, "The red card is not a problem, it is glory."

"Hi, Zheng." In a blink of an eye, he had already arrived in front of Zheng Zhi.

"Do you just want to get together with No. 32?"

"attack!"

"You have to find a way to get the guys ahead to score, you're not doing enough."

"Okay, maybe you've tried your best."

"Maybe, we have to change jobs and then watch Frankfurt play second in the bar next year. Then we listen to the fans scolding."

"Ah, damn it, I recognize it. It's you guys who got out, you lost to Bremen!"

"Just because you were reversed by Bremen when you were leading 2:1!"

"asshole!"
Chapter completed!