Chapter 721 Chinese Players

With Magat's shrewdness, he naturally saw that Schalke 04 was already difficult to ride a tiger at this time, and the attack was fruitless, but he could never stop the attack, because once he stopped, he would suffer the thunder blow of the madman Li... "But how long can such an offensive last?"

Magat frowned tightly, and his thoughts turned around. For a moment, he couldn't think of a solution to the madman Li's move. After thinking about it over and over again, he finally decided to carry out the attack to the end. After all, Schalke 04 is now behind in the total score. There is no point in defending. The road ahead is ethereal, but the back road is It's gone.

Attack, you may get a glimmer of life!

Guard, there is no place to die.

Even though Magat has iron-blooded means, in the face of an opponent like the madman Li, who is holding Zhizhu and is inextractive, he seems to be bound by his hands and feet, and it is difficult to use it.

... Li Tongfan is playing a prank now.

It's not a book.

Sitting in the stands behind the visiting team's Inter Milan coach's seat, the closest to the roof of the seat, is the drunks I met at the door of the football theme bar on the unnamed street in Gelsen Kirchen last night, and the man with strong tendon muscles like a bodybuilder, is not 'Ano' Schwarzenegger II.

Several big men were wearing the emperor blue of Schalke 04, with blue rapeseed on their faces, and some people wore blue curly wigs on their heads. They cheered up for the team. They didn't find that the guy who stood in front of the Inter Milan coach's seat was booed by them last night. The 'English friend rice bucket' who enthusiastically communicated and took a group photo... "Sharf, the guy called the rice bucket, didn't come!"

"Damn it, I said a long time ago that the damn Englishman looks like a little white face. Although he wears sunglasses, I can still see his real name. He must have lied... A man like a woman, how dare he experience such a man's sports!"

"Maybe he was delayed by something. It seems that he knows a lot about football..."

"............"

While a group of people were still talking, someone suddenly glanced at the Inter Milan coach's seat. In fact, this guy was going to give the madman Li another middle finger or boo or something, but at this look, he was stunned - "Hey, hey, hey, look at that guy, is it a rice bucket?"

"Which guy?"

"Is it the one standing below and waving?"

"Nonsense, how could he run down there? Which one is the crazy Li..."

"Oh, if you say so, if you look at it carefully, it's really a little similar!"

Several guys were dumbfounded and rubbed their eyes. This time, they saw it clearly. The guy standing in front of the Inter Milan coach's seat waving and smiling at them was not the rice bucket he met last night, or who?

He is actually a crazy Li?

Several people were immediately messy in the wind.

On the sidelines.

Li Tongfan put on last night's baseball cap and sunglasses again, and smiled and waved to his 'old friends' in the stands. Seeing several German men dumbfounded, old Li Feng smiled, but other Schalke fans thought that the madman Li was provoking them, and immediately burst into the boos and white flowers. Pointing to the forest, covering the madman Li... Even the German commentator was a little surprised - "Oh, oh, we saw the madman Li changing his clothes like a magic trick. Is he playing acrobatics? Or what magical moves are you doing in actual combat? The format of the game is not too good for Schalke. We need to be more careful!"

Time flies after such an episode.

Force--!!

The Spanish referee's whistle sounded, and the first half of the game was over.

"...It's over. Schalke 04, which attacked for 45 minutes, did not score their most anticipated goal, and the score was still maintained at 0:0, which is not a good omen for them. The less time, the more dangerous they are. Inter Milan completely gave up the attack today and made every effort to defend. Gart's team did its best, and it was difficult to create a threat!"

"There is no doubt that the forty-five minutes of the second half will be more cruel!"

"Both sides need to make changes..."

"Like many people predicted before the game, Schalke's chances of winning are not great..."

The commentators took advantage of the half-time break to express various views. The fans in the stands still devoutly sang the opposite song of [Imperial Blue]. They even spit out these pronunciations by shouting. This kind of emphasis completely ignores the melody and pitch, but it is like the roar of swords and soldiers on the battlefield. The sound of gold and iron made the hearer's blood boil, and he couldn't help looking up to the sky and roaring!

At least the players of Schalke 04 who hit half-time but still had nothing, their morale obviously climbed to a higher level.

On the way to the locker room, Li Tongfan met [King of the Rings] Raul.

"Hey, boss!" Raul greeted him with a smile.

Although the man in front of him has not been his head coach for many years, Raul only needs to think of that mythical season, think about that season when he and this man swept all his opponents to hold the crown together, and think about the two of them wearing Real Madrid's scarf for the goddess of harvest together... Thinking about those wonderful memories, Raul felt that he should call the man in front of him again.

"Gonzares, you follow the ball behind Mestalia's foot. It's so beautiful!" Li Tongfan walked over and patted Raul's outstretched hand: "You did a good job here..."

Few people thought that Raul would be rejuvenated in the second spring of his career after coming to Schalke. Originally, many people thought that [The Lord of the Rings] must be finished after leaving the Galactic Battleship... Raul's performance conquered the fans of Gelsenkichen, conquered the critical media, and made the faces of those gloating. After becoming a pig's head, Li Tongfan was happy with Raul's achievements in Germany.

The two talked in Spanish and walked to the locker room.

After a few steps, I met another acquaintance - Chinese player Hao Junmin.

Xiao Hao did not start in this game, and it was only because the Japanese player Atsuchida was injured that he was barely able to sit on the bench. After just joining Schalke 04, he still got more opportunities, but with the deepening of the 2010-2011 season, he did not show the first-class strength of Superman. It has become more and more difficult to get into Magat's eyes, and the opportunities are slim. There is no other meaning for Hao Junmin to wait here. The main reason is that he should say hello to his compatriots. After all, he couldn't see Lao Li before the game because of the dead old man Magat's training.

Because Lao Li once went to college in Tianjin, he paid more attention to the Tianjin team at that time. Fan morale Hao Junmin is also one of the few Chinese players with Ling surnames that Lao Li likes, so he pays more attention to his situation. In Lao Li's view, the [potential ability] in the FM2011 system is 156. [ Current ability] Hao Junmin, who is 140, is actually absolutely qualified for the main position of the Bundesliga team, but Magat is really problematic for Hao Junmin's positioning. Sometimes he is asked to play as a forward, and sometimes he is asked to play as a defender. God, when Hao Junmin made his debut in Tianjin Teda, he was a A pure winger!

A good seedling has been ruined!

Seeing the compatriots who are actually a little younger than themselves, with a sincere smile, waiting here to say hello to him, Lao Li was warmed for no reason. He comforted Hao Junmin a few words, and bought a personal favor from [The Lord of the Rings] in German to let him take more care of himself in the team. Fellow villagers.

In the football world, if you want to gain a foothold in a team, either you are a famous superstar, or you are a local gang with your own small group, otherwise it is difficult, such as Hao Junmin, a player with a little introverted and language, without a super fame like Raul, it is naturally difficult to really play with teammates. In a piece, Lao Li also wanted to do his best to help his compatriots. With Raul's position in Schalke's locker room, he said that he would take care of Hao Junmin. Even if he could not play in the main position, it is still possible to improve Hao Junmin's position in the locker room.

... At the beginning of the second half, many people instantly felt that the sky had changed.

In the first half, Inter Milan, which was like a dough kneaded by Schalke 04, changed its tactical thinking and turned from a full-scale defense to a full-scale attack. At the beginning of the game, the [Nerazzurri] used the players to launch a deadly offensive - Sneider took the ball near the middle circle.

He leaned on the Peruvian striker Farfan's back, and then turned around and passed the ball in an instant.

This passing method is one of Sneider's signature stunts.

The football crossed the midfield of the Bundesliga Blues in the air and went all the way to the right.

[Chile C-Ro] Sanchez, who was aggrieved for 45 minutes in the first half, was like a peerless sword out of the sheath at this moment, flashing with a force of murderous atmosphere. He turned the football over his thighs directly without waiting for the football to land, turned the football over the head of Pendel, and then turned around in an instant. Chasing!

The action is flowing in one go.

Poor Pandel wants to catch up, but it's too late.

After passing one person, Sanchez did not pursue a personal performance, but aimed at the gap between the chaos of Schalke 04's rear defense and sent a deadly pass like a bloodthirsty sword.

The rear defense of [Imperial Blue] collapsed.

The cheetah Eto'o is really like an African panther rushing to prey. It is inserted and ejected with the back of the football. With a thumping sound, the football drew an outer arc in the air, just bypassing the ten fingers of the goalkeeper Noyle and pierced the goal!

A sword of blood!

This ball 'poked' Magat's heart.

The total score is 2:0, and the opponent also has a away goal, which means that Schalke 04 has to score 3 goals in the next time to avoid the fate of being eliminated... This is simply impossible!

However, Magat would never have thought that this was just the beginning of a crazy overture.

(to be continued)