"Wilmotz was stunned,"

"It's under his nose,"

"The ball was picked by Zheng Zhi and finished the goal."

"I remember playing Schalke 04 last season, and Zheng Zhi was suspended and unable to play. Wilmotz led Schalke 04 to defeat Frankfurt. Wilmotz scored two goals. This time it was Zheng Zhi's turn to show his strength."

"How beautiful this goal is, I think I can be selected as the best goal of the week."

Wilmotz was indeed stunned, gasping in his nostrils, staring at Zheng Zhi with dissatisfaction. He knew how embarrassed he was. German TV stations would play this goal wildly tonight. He became a damn background board, ahhhhh!

Aww ~

Why?

Barack was stunned for a moment and did not rush over to celebrate with Zheng Zhi at the first time, because he felt very ashamed at this time. Zheng Zhi only shot one shot, and the ball went in, and he shot eight shots!

Eight feet!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

The gap is too big!

I must practice shooting well, and I must not be widened by Zheng Zhi.

At this moment, he realized the gap between him and Zheng Zhi, rather than those messy things. The media often compares him and Zheng Zhi, especially in the shooting data. The media unanimously believes that Zheng Zhi's shooting skills are much better than him. In fact, he has never been convinced. When he played Maribo in the middle of the week, he scored twice, but only five shots. He thought he was amazing and complacent. But now, Zheng Zhi scored goals as soon as he made a kick, and it was still very difficult!

Can you not accept it?

Can you not let yourself be more successful?

Then, Barak ran over, hugged Zheng Zhi, and put his ear on his face and said, "Zheng, I will catch up with you."

A little bit inexplicable?

Zheng Zhi was slightly surprised, what does it mean?

Is it exciting to Barack?

very good.

This is what we need Barak.

At the end of the half, Leverkusen finally drew Schalke 1:1 04.

"Zheng,"

"Zheng,"

"Zheng."

Zheng Zhi's name was called on the scene, and only his name was worth everyone's cheering. The fans were not satisfied with the other players.

Waller finally unbuttoned the buttons of his coat and got some breathing. At least it was flat. The team was alive. Zheng Zhi was still there. Everything was fine...

Zheng Zhi hugged Grasco all the way and walked into the player's passage.

“Good job,”

"That big black guy is obviously not as fierce as he was at the beginning,"

"You have to play smarter,"

"Some fouls cannot be seen by the referee, but they can make him feel uncomfortable."

"You must not only be smart, but also be cunning enough to deal with such black and hard."

He is teaching Grasco. Grasco is smart enough, but not cunning enough. As a defensive player, he is not smart enough, but he still has to be cunning. It seems that he is not as old as Grasco, but his experience on the court is enough to be Grasco as a mentor. If Grasco can grow up early, maybe after he goes to Inter Milan, he will make Inter Milan lose the championship?

Of course, Grasco was very grateful to Zheng Zhi. They taught him directly by example. Does anyone give him so much advice? No.

In the locker room, Waller also praised Grasco.

"Fra, you're growing very fast."

"Let me look at you with admiration."

"Of course, it starts after the first goal is lost."

Then, he turned to Barack again.

"Michael, I think you'll shoot double digits in this game,"

"But I believe your next goal will come soon, and I see a horny you, keeping that horny, just like you do in bed."

Instead of criticizing Barack, he encouraged him.

"Yes, as fans laughed at you, you all have to act as perfect as you were in bed. This is ridicule and our motivation. If we can do this, will they laugh?"

...

...

The generals were embarrassed and silent.

"I think we should come out of the mess, we need to win!"

"The opponent thought we were in a bad mood, but we just vented this on them."

"attack!"

"attack!"

"Until the next goal, the next goal comes!"

After the change of sides, Waller did not make any adjustments. He still chose to believe these players. Although Link and Burdaridge had warmed up on the sidelines, he did not substitute them.

Leverkusen quickly gained the advantage because Barack was almost full of blood. And he changed a little, and he didn't stick the ball after getting the ball, and was happy to cooperate with his teammates.

Waller was waiting for his ninth shot, but he didn't wait. What he was waiting for was his assist. In the 61st minute, Barack hit the right side, and Beinrich shot angrily. The ball hit Thorne and bounced out, jumped to Barack again. Barack shook his right foot, dunked the ball to his left foot, and then stuffed the ball into the edge of the small penalty area. Kirsten pushed the ball into the close-range score.

2:1.

"Huh!"

"This Barack!"

Huang Jianxiang was extremely surprised.

“It’s not very much like Barack I know,”

"This Barack is so calm and selfless."

"What's going on?"

"Hehe, maybe my mind suddenly became clear, just like the male protagonist in a martial arts novel, who suddenly broke through." Zhang Lu also smiled.

Hey~

Zheng Zhi also exclaimed, and it seemed that he had met Barack again. In the situation just now, according to normal, Barack must have shot directly, and he would never think of his teammates, who had two consecutive shots, and he chose to pass the ball.

Why?

It was Zheng Zhi's turn to be puzzled.

Because he was embarrassed to shoot?

It's impossible. He has such thick skin and strong self-esteem. He should have shot, but not, he contributed the assist.

All right,

This is a good thing.

This is not a resurrected Barack with full blood, this is a more powerful Barack!

Barack's changes also made Zheng Zhi play even more like a fish in water. At least on the offensive end, Barack can support Leverkusen's attack.

How weird is a Barack who is passionate about passing.

Barack then got two excellent shots, but he didn't shoot, and both chose to pass the ball. When the opponent blocked it, he no longer forced the ball, and he was more willing to pass the ball to the feet of his teammates behind the opponent.

Even the fans in the stands couldn't understand it.

"Why didn't this guy shoot?"

"Isn't it scientific?"

"I'm embarrassed to be scolded by us?"

“Huh…”

At this time, they no longer mocked or verballyed. Leverkusen also got better and better.

In the 77th minute, Schalke, who was pushing heavily on the attack, was sneak attacked by Zheng Zhi. Zheng Zhi passed the ball to Buldalic, who had just been on the court. Buldalic headed the ball back to Barack. Barack pushed the ball in front of the penalty area, and he gave Kirsten a straight pass!

Kirsten rewritten the score to 3:1.

"Ulf!"

"Ulf!"

"Ulf!"

“Michael,”

“Michael,”

“Michael,”

The fans forgot about Kirsten's scandal and Barack's scandal, and they finally gave them cheers.

"Michael?"

"Are you addicted to assist?"

Zheng Zhi rushed up and slapped Barak to celebrate.

"You really made me look at you with admiration."

He gave Barack a thumbs up.

"This is the most powerful you I've ever seen."

"No,"

"This is not the strongest me,"

"This is just me at the beginning, wait, I have not shown my stronger one yet."

Barack thrust his chest, his eyes stern, and his whole body was full of confidence and murderous aura.

"Well,"

"come on!"

Zheng Zhi felt that Barack really changed.
Chapter completed!