2:0, Frankfurt took the advantage of two goals at home."

"The nightmare is coming again."

"I thought the first half would end with a score of 1:0, but I didn't expect that in the last moment, Zheng gave Saru a wonderful assist."

"Behind the calmness, there is a crazy murderous intent. Dortmund players are too careless and think that Frankfurt players will no longer attack, but Zheng suddenly accelerates and instantly disintegrates Dortmund's defense."

"It looks like they will still get a defeat at Eagle Stadium today."

"Skibe's life is not easy. If you are careful enough, you should know that in the league standings, Frankfurt's ranking has temporarily risen, ranking fifth, and fourth place is Kaiserslautern, while Dortmund slipped from fourth to sixth. If Shuster's team wins Kaiserslautern in the last round, it's unimaginable..."

Hearing Bretner say this, the Frankfurt fans in front of the TV immediately climaxed.

"What?"

"We're in the fifth?"

"Just 2 points less than Kaiserslautern? The game is not over. Kaiserslautern may not be able to win the game. They are just temporarily leading Duisburg with one goal. If they can't win the game in the end, hehe!"

"Champions Cup?"

"Am I not dreaming?"

...

...

In the locker room, Shuster stood in the chair again, "Did you see?"

“We did it.”

"We have this ability."

"But this is not the final result, we must keep the fruit of victory."

"I hope that when the game is over, we will still be on their heads!"

"This score is not our end either!"

...

...

In the away locker room, Skibe was furious. He directly smashed the mineral water bottle in his hand on the wall, and water splashed everywhere. His anger was beyond words and without reservation.

"I have to tell us a fact that we can only play the League Cup now."

"If we think the League Cup is more attractive than the Champions League, I don't have to play seriously in the next two games, because our points are basically enough."

"Maybe because we've never got the League Cup?"

Skibe's words were full of sarcasm.

However, his words did not resonate with the locker room, but instead made the expressions of several veterans look even more ugly. Muller and Hasler both twisted their heads, as if they were unwilling to hear Skibe complain.

Because they thought they had tried their best to play the game, but the result was bad. It was not that the national army was incompetent, but that the Communist army was too cunning...

Skibe's WeChat in the team is not very good, he is not Heathfield before. Heathfield led them to win the European Champions League, but Skibe didn't, he was nothing.

What qualifications are there for a person who has not led a team to win the Champions League to say that?

After the conversation ended, there was no effect at all, but instead increased the mood in the players. After walking out of the locker room, Muller and Hasler started to whine.

"Who does this guy think he is?"

"He comes up and kicks if you have the ability,"

"He shouldn't have stayed in this position."

Mueller's dissatisfaction with Skibe was fully displayed.

"Didn't he see us fighting desperately on the court?"

Hasler quietly lowered his head, looking at his feet while walking. Suddenly, he stopped and said seriously, "Maybe, we should all leave. We are not suitable for staying in this team. It's time to give way to the young people."

"Leave? Where to go..." Muller looked confused. The two were only one year apart, one was 32 and the other was 33. They left together if they wanted to leave.

"Let's talk about it after the game, let's have two drinks." Hasler patted Mueller on the shoulder and stopped the topic...

Goalkeeper Leman listened with his ears behind him, and he felt uncomfortable. He had just transferred from AC Milan to Dortmund during the winter break. He originally wanted to fight with these two old guys. Now they say they want to leave? Dortmund just broke up like this?

well,

What about the promised battle together?

But he was a few years younger and couldn't say anything to his two elder brothers, so he had to hold it in and walk onto the stadium...

After the change of sides, neither side made a substitution, and the original team in the first half was still playing. Zheng Zhi skillfully controlled the rhythm on the court in the midfield and did not rush to attack. Dortmund was eager to grab the ball, but his impatient mood made them foul. Although there were no yellow cards, the game was fragmented, more exciting and less intense.

In the 59th minute, Saru dribbled the ball on the left, and the ball was kicked out of the baseline by Dede. When the corner kick was taken out, Kloze hit Lehman when he jumped. After Lehman got up, he immediately pointed at Kloze's nose and scolded.

"Play football or hit someone?"

"Believe it or not, I'll beat it?"

Lehman was in a bad mood, but now he has irritated himself on Klose, who has a good temper.

"I didn't mean it, it was an accident."

"terribly sorry."

"hehe……"

Just like last time he played Bremen, Lehmann didn't believe it at all.

"Be careful."

Leman's teeth were squeaking, and he stood in front of Klose at 1.9 meters tall, full of wires.

Three minutes later, Lehman immediately returned the color during an attack. After kicking the ball out with his big feet, he deliberately knocked over Klose with his body.

"I'll go,"

"Isn't this action foul? Lehman obviously did it on purpose!"

The fans were keen eyes, but the referee was blind and he did not express anything. This made Zheng Zhi and Shu Er very dissatisfied, and immediately went up to the referee to argue, but the referee still maintained the penalty.

After that, the smell of gunpowder became stronger, and Shure shoveled Lincoln over on the side, and then Li Yin also let Mueller taste the pain of being four feet up.

Now Leman quits, rushed out of the goal angrily and ran directly to Li Yin. Without saying a word, he rolled his hands forward. Li Yin staggered back two steps before gaining a foothold. He thought that things were just like this, but Leman was aggressive and grabbed Li Yin's neck directly, using one move to lock his throat very skillfully.

What's wrong?!

Li Weifeng was furious when he saw it and immediately ran up from the backcourt. Li Yin must not be bullied by Lehman!

But there is another guy who is faster than him.

Zheng Zhi was nearby, and he rushed forward from the side with a brisk move, and he also buckled Lehman with one throat.

"Chonima!"

"A stupid x!"

At this time, there was no need to calm down, Leman fucked Li Yin directly. Should he reason with Leman and persuade him to fight? He immediately used his throat to fight. Leman, who was 1.9 meters tall, was caught off guard, and instead let go of his right hand and subconsciously wanted to break free from Zheng Zhi's hand. However, Zheng Zhi was obviously very hard and did not let him succeed. He grabbed his neck and pushed it for four or five meters.

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Chapter completed!