Smack sex,

The Frankfurt fans in the stands plucked up excitedly. The fearful mood became excited with Zheng Zhi's kick.

"Zheng!"

“So beautiful!”

"Even if he can help him complete art!"

...

In the stands on the other side, Lubeck also gently patted his palm.

“World-class rescue!”

“It’s an imaginative rescue,”

“It requires enough confidence and footwork.”

"He is showing strong strength on the defensive end now."

"He's very suitable for Leverkusen."

Oak was also very excited, but when he heard Lübeck's words, he shook his face. The better Zheng Zhi's performance, the more this guy liked it, the more he wanted Leverkusen to buy Zheng Zhi.

It's really annoying!

"Lubeck, I'll warn you again that he's from Frankfurt!"

"Hey, that's all now, maybe the winter break isn't going to happen."

“!!!”

“…”

The players on the court didn't have time to recall Zheng Zhi's barb.

The ball fell near the center line, but Saru failed to grab it, and the ball was still from Leverkusen. Robert Kovac stopped the ball steadily, and Leverkusen's next attack came again.

"Ansgar, keep up!"

Zheng Zhi was a little annoyed. Brinkman was still as slow as an idiot. Ze Roberto had already passed a few threatening balls on the wing! He couldn't help but scream.

Schneider is not a good leader, he only cares about playing by himself, and captain Nilokov cannot count on him.

Before Brinkman arrived, Ze Roberto sent the ball to the Frankfurt penalty area again.

Fortunately, Binderward guarded very steadily this time, and the ball was pushed out by him. Zheng Zhi rushed over with a steadily and swept Emerson from the corner of his eyes. He saw his left foot stepping on the ball, then flipped the left 180, and stepped on and pulled the ball again, and a beautiful Marseille spiral was completed!

"pretty!"

"Aowu~"

In the stands, the bench, coach's seat, and in front of the TV, cheers were instantly sent.

"This move is so cool."

“Gorgeous and gorgeous!”

"Qidan~"

Emerson, the person involved, instantly showed a hint of surprise. This guy has a very Brazilian flavor!

At this moment, Zheng Zhi took two quick steps forward, but found that he could not pass the ball forward. Saru was still in the backcourt, and Yang Chen was alone in front and couldn't beat him alone.

"Zheng!"

Schneider finally came over. He was a trustworthy comrade. Zheng Zhi stepped on the ball and knocked it across.

Rhythm!

He wanted to control the rhythm, and could not passively follow Leverkusen's rhythm, nor was he in a hurry to launch an attack, otherwise he might be exhausted in defense again in a few seconds.

He did not stop in the area where he was at this time, but immediately approached Shure's area. At this time, Schneider and Shure fell down continuously, and Stefan and Lamero of Leverkusen had already forced him up.

"Alexander," he appeared behind Shure's side.

Hearing a familiar voice, Shure quickly passed the ball to Zheng Zhi. Brazilian Emerson immediately ran over, and Zheng Zhiyou scored the ball, "Ralph."

Then he continued to move forward, and Ralph Webber tactfully handed the ball back to him. Zheng Zhi's continuous midfield running series was all short passes.

Bang,

Facing Stefan, Zheng Zhi passed the ball to Schneider again. After a week of training, Schneider's current role has changed and he has become Zheng Zhi's wingman.

“move!”

After returning the ball, Zheng Zhi calmly rushed through the midfield.

Yang Chen and Saru in front quickly pulled the ball away from the left and right, and Zheng Zhi did not continue to pass the ball. Ramelo came over, but Zheng Zhi pulled the ball back and passed it back to Kuchira in the backcourt.

It's just a feint! It didn't really go to Leverkusen's penalty area.

"this……"

Shuster, sitting on the coach's seat, was slightly stunned, and then gently clapped his hands. Zheng Zhi's erotic operation was beyond his expectations. He thought Zheng Zhi would drive the ball forward, but he knew that he did the opposite and suddenly passed the ball back?

This was not over, and in a flash, Zheng Zhi returned to the half and got the ball again. He was running tirelessly to control the midfield. Although it was difficult, now at least Frankfurt's midfield has been operating and improved!

Um?

This young man is indeed not simple.

Kirsten ran to Zheng Zhi and praised Zheng Zhi. Can he not tell what Zheng Zhi is doing now?

Zheng Zhi calmly knocked the ball back to Kuchira, and then quickly pulled it to the side. Kirsten ran away in vain, and Zheng Zhi welcomed the ball back.

"Zheng Zhi, running all over the field. This will consume a lot of physical strength."

Unconsciously, Zheng Zhizai quietly controlled the Frankfurt midfielder.

Unfortunately, this short performance of more than one minute was finally destroyed by Rib. He kicked Brinkman with a flying kick. Brinkman threw the ball away from the side, and the ball finally hit his right foot and flew out of the sideline.

"Ansgar, hold the ball quickly!" Zheng Zhi quickly reminded him, Ansgar Brinkman was confused. The ball was not his own, so why should he suppress it?

He was half a beat slow to react until Reb threw the ball to Ze Roberto. He didn't understand what was going on. The opponent was about to send the boundary ball! Brinkman lost his defensive position again.

Swish

Zheng Zhi had already prevented it and shoveled it to Ze Roberto's feet.

Bang, the ball rolled out of the boundary again, and Leverkusen did not make a fast break, and he was too fumbled!

The difference is that after Zheng Zhi tackled the ball, he immediately climbed up from the turf, rushed towards the ball on the sidelines, picked up the ball, and immediately threw it at Saru in the frontcourt.

Beep,beep,

The referee's whistle sounded, indicating that the kick belonged to Leverkusen.

Isn't this nonsense? Of course Zheng Zhi knew that he just wanted to play a strait ball, pretending not to know, and delaying the time...

In comparison, Brinkman's ball merchandise is much worse!

"well,"

"I feel that Zheng Zhi has worked so hard to play."

"The teammates are all at the German Second Division level, and they are not as tired as they play in the National Olympic Team. The more he performs, the more he looks like his teammates are performing poorly."

"But football is a sport of 11 people after all, how long can he last?"

"Snap people nearby!"

Zheng Zhi's voice rang on the court again, and his teammates seemed to be a little accustomed to it...

Zheng Zhi has learned German a lot this month, striving to be able to communicate with his teammates in simple German, and now he has achieved some results.

"Alexander?"

"Pay attention to the left direction."

...

"Ralph, make up!"

...

Time passed by minute by minute, and the first half was almost over! Although the Frankfurt players performed quite embarrassedly, Leverkusen failed to score? Frankfurt fans didn't know how many times their heartbeats accelerated, how many times they were worried about the goal of their team, and how many times the players on the court cleared.

"ah!"

"We haven't scored yet!"

"Score the goal now!"

Leverkusen fans were anxious and felt very incredible. In the past, Leverkusen had already opened the goal account.

Leverkusen, who scored goals, encountered big trouble. Zheng Zhi and his teammates played their defense to the fullest...

"Good ball! This clearing ball is well-received."

"Corner kick, this is Leverkusen's 7th corner kick opportunity. There are too many corner kicks, but there is no way..."

"Ze Roberto took the corner kick, back point!"

"Not good! I missed someone."

"Link header!"

The ball went straight to the lower right corner of the goal, and the captain Frankfurt could do nothing.

"Ouch!"

"besides!"
Chapter completed!