"Oye!!!!"

"Oye!!!!"

"Oye!!!!"

The Forest Stadium exploded and the whole audience was completely infuriated.

Saru's goal changed the score to 2:0, a fantastic score.

Although Yang Chen lost his single shot, he turned around and rushed towards Saru, hugged him happily, and the Frankfurt player in the midfield and backcourt ran up frantically.

Zheng Zhi stepped forward to celebrate with Saru, and the camera confronted him.

Huang Jianxiang sighed: "Oh, Zheng Zhi's pass is so beautiful, it's a pity that Yang Chen. He didn't score in this single shot, or he would be a hero, and the result was a cheaper Saru. Alas, or Zheng Zhi would have had a world-class assist! Now it can only be said that he instigated a goal..."

"Zheng Zhi's footwork reminds me of many famous midfielders. When they get the ball in the midfield, they can always pass such a good goal. If Yang Chen was replaced by Ronaldo just now, could this goal be missed? Zheng Zhi can also play the role of Moreno and De La Pena, but there is a better forward in front of him..."

Huang Jianxiang suddenly felt a little disgusted with Yang Chen, wasting one of Zheng Zhi's assists. They could have been both amazing.

"hey-hey,"

"The gap with world-class strikers is definitely very big. After all, Yang Chen has just gone abroad and all kinds of skills need to be improved. This is not the first time that Yang Chen has lost a single shot. He lacks enough calmness when shooting. For example, when the goalkeeper just attacked and blocked all angles, he does not need to shoot blindly. Be calm and shoot a little, and the latter passes the goalkeeper. But Yang Chen's first reaction is just to shoot. I can understand that it is difficult to think between flashlights, but this shows that he does not have enough training in contact with single shots."

"The Frankfurt strikers should be glad that there are players like Zheng Zhi in the midfield, otherwise how many shots will they have to lose?"

...

In the coach's command area, Daum's eyes became sharper, staring at the field tightly, his mouth tightly, and he had never been so focused until now. It took him a long time to raise his watch.

There are still damn 20 minutes left, two goals behind.

He took a step forward, then froze again, turned around and looked at the bench. There was no one to change there, only one Thomas Reichberger. He had already lined up the strongest lineup, and there was no better one to change.

But bad, I played very well today!

A hint of anxiety surged in my heart, which made me scream a few times. But the pale voice could not revitalize the morale of the players on the field.

After losing two goals, the players' expressions were filled with loss. Novotney, who was humiliated twice, buried his head. Perhaps he couldn't understand why it was like this.

Leverkusen fans stood in the stands in amazement, and some even stuffed their fists into their mouths because they didn't believe that the team would actually be two goals behind the court. The score should be the opposite.

And Frankfurt fans sang and danced, laughing and laughing.

"Haha, we are the killers of giants!"

"Herta Berlin and Leverkusen are all our defeated players."

"I firmly believe the team can win this game."

...

I was worried before, but now my confidence is coming. The advantage of two goals leads makes Frankfurt fans feel confident of winning.

Beep,

The game resumes.

Emmantrout did not sit in the coach's seat and was idle, but instead stretched his neck to command the game on the sidelines. In fact, even he was very surprised. Losing was expected, and the draw was a surprise. As for victory?

He even felt that God was joking with him.

But the score is very clear now, it is just a two-goal lead. Absolutely, absolutely, Leverkusen cannot equalize or overtake the score.

"Alexander, follow it tightly! Follow it tightly!" He clenched his fists tightly, his teeth creaked, as if he was harder than Shure.

"Bainder!"

But he soon discovered that he didn't need to speak because there was someone on the field commanding, and he was redundant.

Zheng...

His eyes were fixed on Zheng Zhi who was running lightly.

It was him who was commanding the team.

What made him burst out with such a huge force? He performed so perfectly in three consecutive games, with almost no flaws.

Yes, Zheng Zhi is perfect, but his teammates are not perfect.

Swish,

Soberzik took a brainless flying tackle and turned over the turf of the Forest Field, but still did not stop Ze Roberto. The Brazilian's footwork was so brilliant. He quickly dribbled the ball into the penalty area in Frankfurt. This time, he did not pass the ball, but chose to do it alone. He rode his bicycle continuously so that Binderward, who was standing in front of him, did not dare to make a foot. Then Ze Roberto suddenly spiked forward like his Brazilian forward teammate and rushed into the small penalty area, and immediately shot with his left foot.

Bang

Nikolov almost instinctively dragged his hands, and the ball was just pushed out of the bottom line.

The ball failed to enter, and Frankfurt escaped.

Corner kick.

Zheng Zhi was behind Ze Roberto. Although he was very close, he couldn't help. He couldn't pull Ze Roberto from behind, and could only watch Binderward being abused.

This guy is also an old fairy from now on. Born in 1974, he actually retired in 2017. Yes, he was 43 years old. In the world of football, there are many people who are more perverted than Zheng Zhi.

Ze Roberto ran to the corner flag silently and gently knocked the ball to Lamelo, who knocked it back to him.

He is here again!

Xinzhao Zheng Zhi followed and immediately approached his body, preventing him from playing tricks.

Ze Roberto's first feeling was that he felt uncomfortable. Zheng Zhi didn't give him space to show his gorgeous extraordinary skills.

He had to go sideways to protect the ball, but Zheng Zhi pressed him step by step, pushing him to the sideline. Ze Roberto could only try to hook the ball with his heel and try to hook the ball across Zheng Zhi's crotch.

Bang,

It seems to have succeeded!

Just as he was about to turn around, Zheng Zhi turned around faster than his, and directly pushed the ball to Schneider with his left foot.

call,

call,

This time Zheng Zhi did not rush up, and he took several breaths. Ze Roberto was also gasping behind him, tired!

Schneider sent a straight pass in the middle, and Yang Chen caught the ball near the center line to protect the ball. He did not dare to use the ball to fight Kovac behind him. After hesitating, Emerson pulled the ball away from the side.

Schneider came up to answer, but Yang Chen still lost the ball.

"Oh, Yang Chen's ball protection ability is not good either."

After adjusting for a while, Emerson hung the ball up.

Oops! Zheng Zhi turned around and ran towards Ze Roberto. However, the ball had fallen accurately at Ze Roberto's feet.

Ze Roberto has to face Binderward again.

A squeak,

However, Zheng Zhi reached out behind him and grabbed his jersey, and even broke it.

I couldn't rush up!

Beep,

Apparently, a foul.

"Ah, damn it!" Ze Roberto immediately turned around and glared at Zheng Zhi. Most of the jersey had fallen off, and he was really a silly xiongluru.

"You are so despicable!"

In fact, the player Ze Roberto has a good personality. Even so, he just talks and then looks aggrieved.

"sorry," Zheng Zhi spread his hands apologetically. It was helpless to take action...

The referee ran over, first gave Zheng Zhi a yellow card, and then verbally warned him.

"Aowu~"

"This is Zheng Zhi's fourth yellow card."

"Get another one, he's going to suspend the game..."
Chapter completed!