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Chapter 290(2/2)

"Who said no? Bayern Munich is hard to fight now."

"Well, the bedsheets army should be at ease to fight the defensive counterattack now!"

Matayana almost cursed when she heard it.

Can you damn reporters still have some moral integrity?

Who criticized Atletico Madrid just now and scolded Gao Han so hard that he was so bloody?

Now, when you see Atletico Madrid scoring a goal, you turn the gun head?

Cut, a bunch of fences!

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"Sure enough, he saw it!"

Heathfield gritted his teeth and held his fists, urged to beat someone up to vent his anger in his chest.

He really didn't expect that the young opponent would dig Bayern Munich so deeply.

What's even more terrifying is that he actually has the courage to do this at the Olympic Stadium!

Yes, Heathfield himself knows the defensive issues of Bayern Munich this season.

There is no way to sacrifice defense for the sake of attack.

Based on the existing players, if you want to ensure the quality of defense last season and further strengthen the offense, it is simply impossible without introducing strong mid- and backcourt players.

But Heathfield could not allow it anyway, and his team was so humiliated by his opponent at home.

Counterattack, you must counterattack!

But just as Heathfield walked to the sidelines and wanted to urge the players not to get involved in conceding goals and increase their attacks, he actually heard shouts from the next door.

"It's just one goal. Continue to strengthen the offensive and just play like this, hurry up!"

It turned out that Gao Han, who was surrounded by Atletico Madrid players, was calling on the players to return to the stadium and start the game again.

This made Heathfield a little confused.

He led with one goal, but he didn't plan to defend and counterattack, but wanted to continue attacking?

Is this kid's brain broken?

Don't he know that this is the Olympic Stadium? The team he is facing is Bayern Munich?

"Damn, I don't believe it!"

Heathfield also became fierce and yelled directly at the players on the court: "What are you all doing? Attack me!"

"Attack! Attack! Attack!"

After yelling, Heathfield blushed and looked at Gao Han again.

Gao Han was obviously a little surprised that this famous coach with a good appearance actually had such a side.

But soon, Gao Han grinned, revealing his white teeth and laughed.

Smile, just laugh!

I just don’t believe it. I have been in the European football world for so many years, but I can’t cure you kid!

Heathfield is not acting voluntarily. On the contrary, he knew very well that the Death Group was playing at home again. If this game was lost, it would have a painful blow to Bayern Munich's Champions League trip.
Chapter completed!
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