Although Bremen played very hard, he still lost the third goal in the end, but there was still a lot of time to play. After falling behind again, Schaff made another move on the bench. He continued to make substitution adjustments, replaced Fortel with a defender, and played 352 instead.

At this time, Schaff had no choice but to continue to strengthen his offense. Anyway, losing one is losing, and losing two is losing. Schaff is actually a militant in his bones. He likes attacking, otherwise he would not have created a gorgeous Bremen later and finally won the Bundesliga sand table.

We haven't lost yet, we can do it. After Schaff caught Fortel on the court, he stood on the sidelines again, staring at the court with his eyes sharply.

This is only his first time in the first team. He has been in the second team for nearly four years. He is different from any coach in the past. He knows these players. Many of them are brought out by him by himself, and nearly half of the players later followed him to win the championship.

"come on!"

"come on!"

"Young guys!"

"We won't just fall down!"

Schaff swung his plump tun team and excitedly cheered his disciples on the sidelines.

"Thomas is really the same. As long as the coach fell behind, he frowned and said nothing on the sidelines. Otherwise, he would curse and not have any positive effects. Thomas has been motivating the players to see how the players on the field are fighting now, and they have not slacked off."

"This is a spirit that other head coaches cannot give. If it weren't for Thomas, I think we'd already been transferred to Class B early now."

"We are still maintaining sufficient competitiveness in the Bundesliga, because of Thomas Schaff."

"It's worthy of being a player from our youth training..."

"If I lost the game today, I wouldn't scold them."

Yes, Bremen players are still fighting. Fortel, who had just come up, rushed very hard and gave Klose an elbow in the chest. Neither the referee nor the linebacker saw it. Klose wailed on the turf for a long time. Although Bremen got the ball, he finally had to kick the ball out of the sideline. Zheng Zhi saw it clearly and immediately went to the referee to appeal, but the referee still maintained the original penalty.

Fortel blinked and walked away as if nothing had happened, while Flins ran over and pulled Klose's left arm.

"Hey, boy,"

"Get up quickly, your actions are too fake, don't delay time."

"The German team doesn't need such hypocritical players!"

Flins has a nickname called "Princess". His appearance is recognized as beautiful, noble and elegant in the hearts of fans. But if you think he is weak because of his appearance, you would be wrong. He is the iron waist and tough guy who appears next to Barack in the future.

At this time, seeing the young brother of the national team, Croz, still lying on the turf, he thought that Klose was intentionally delaying the time and criticized Crottie without hesitation.

"What?!"

Klose's face turned dark in an instant. It felt uncomfortable to be wronged. He didn't deliberately fall. It was fucking Fortel who really hit his chest with his elbow.

"You are asking your teammates who is hypocritical."

Although Klose respects his seniors, he will not let himself be wronged.

"He is right, why don't you ask your teammates carefully? I believe in Milo's character more." Zheng Zhi couldn't get justice from the referee, so he wanted to pull Cloze, and happened to hear what Flins said.

In fact, he has a good impression of Flins. Flins has a lot of fans in China. Of course, this is also related to his Chinese relationship. If fans observe carefully, he smells the Chinese tattoo of "Dragon, Snake, Sheep, Yongji" on his right arm. Later, he tattooed a more bizarre text on his back. Sweet and sour duck for 7.99 euros. It is said that he fell in love with this food after eating ducks in a Chinese restaurant, so he tattooed it. Of course, this happened in the next few years, and there is no euro yet...

Moreover, Flins has always been friendly to Chinese fans.

But Flins didn't look friendly at this time.

"fraud."

How could Flins be so calm at this time? It is impossible for him to believe his opponent instead of his teammates.

"He's the liar."

"If you really know the truth!"

Klose pointed to Fortel's back and fought back. He was also a rare excitement. The gentleman who has always been polite cannot stand being wronged by others, so he and Flins started arguing.

"The truth is that you pretended to fall."

Flins shook his head and looked at Klose with contempt.

Klose...

When the referee saw that it was okay, he immediately came over and sent them away, and warned them verbally.

"never mind,"

"We won, there is no need to compete with him," Zheng Zhi also pulled Kloze away. He didn't want to continue to win the cards.

But Cloze still looked depressed. Flins wronged him, and he probably had a knot in his heart...

The slow motion shot was played back several times, but due to the shooting angle, I didn’t see clearly whether Fortel had committed a foul...

The game resumed, and Schneider threw the ball back to Bremen on the wing. The Bremen players were not polite. Herzok immediately made a long pass to Bogdanovic. Bogdanovic was interfered with Kuchella behind him and failed to top the ball. Li Yin and Li Weifeng carried Elton outside, one in front and one behind, and finally Li Weifeng kicked the ball away.

At this time, Bremen's offensive methods were really not many. They either looked for the high point Bogdanovic or the fast Elton, but the relative tactics were easily seen through. However, Frankfurt also slowed down the offensive pace. The defense pressure on both sides was not very large, but the competition for the midfield was quite fierce.

Especially Zheng Zhi, he harassed Flins several times in a row.

In the 68th minute, Zheng Zhi was almost parallel to Flins while running, and quietly stretched out his foot to trip Flins, but his movements were very small and the referee did not make any statement.

Two minutes later, it was Zheng Zhi again. This time, Zheng Zhi secretly grabbed Flins' left abdomen and jersey with his right hand. Of course, Flins fell down. But the referee still did not express any more!

What?

What?

What?

Flins finally felt that the referee was blind. Can't you see two consecutive fouls? Where is the lineman? Can't you see the lineman...

"See,"

"That's how your teammates do it."

"Can I think you fell down?"

Zheng Zhi bent down and raised his right hand, trying to get up with Flins, but his mouth opened slightly and he said in a low voice.

What?

Flins instantly turned red because he was slapped in the face by Zheng Zhi. This was how he educated him on the spot.

But, did the referee really not see it? Such an obvious action!
Chapter completed!