Chapter 828

One side thought: go to hell with the champion. Don't think about whether you can score goals, but today you can't lose more goals, especially Zhuoyang's goals;

one side thought: the champion doesn't matter, you can lose as much as you like, but today you have to let Zhuoyang score more goals, enough three goals.

In this way, the original strength of the two teams, equally matched, soon formed a offensive and defensive battle in the scene, madeborg on a large scale, Bayern Munich fully retracted.

Despite the coach's arrangement, Bayern generals have been immersed in football for many years, and their own routines are quite exquisite. Near midfield but seeing Zhuoyang take the ball, Pizarro and Ballack are very happy. If there is a slight threat, he will commit a foul.

If we get to the outside range of the penalty area, Bayern players will no longer foul, Kahn is not a good free kick goalkeeper, who fouls who is a traitor. Other madisburg players don't care, just surround Zhuoyang closely. You can't think about Zhuoyang today.

In the continuous siege, in the 31st minute, the players of madibao pulled away along the key positions, but the Munich people only set up the symbolic forbidden area line, and the rest of the heavy soldiers still blocked Zhuoyang who took the ball layer by layer.

Zhuoyang finally stabbed the ball to the Musketeer Gomez from the man's seam. He had no chance. Gomez goes straight, Kahn pounces.

Kahn is the most tangled man, as long as other teammates can not let Zhuoyang goals even if the victory, but Kahn only does not concede the ball is a victory. If Zhuoyang doesn't get in, the other madibao people will beat themselves to five or six. Yes, Zhuoyang is disgraced. He can't lift his head, but I'm not a fucking fool?

Zhuoyang has no face. It's his business. I can't make mistakes under Klinsmann's eyes! Zhuo Yang is going to commit suicide, but he has nothing to do with me. It's bigger than heaven that I can play a main goalkeeper again.

Gomez's shot was blocked by Kahn's body, and the football bounced up high. Below the landing point was Zhirkov, who was unmarked on the other side. The crowd is all around Zhuoyang. Who cares!

Brother Jiushen looks at it and thinks: do you want to fight or not? Can't you shoot?

The swing is a foot in the air, Kahn flustered up to fly to this side. Brother Jiushen bared, and the football was just like the shuttle edge of snooker, dribbling and turning towards the opposite direction of the goal, that is, outside the forbidden area.

Zhuoyang was just passing the ball when he and Lucio were squeezing each other. Then both of them lost their balance and fell to the ground. They all scrambled to get up, but they were entangled with each other and fell into a ball again. The referee didn't dare to whistle, for one thing, there was no obvious foul action, and for another, there was a continuous shooting at the head of madibao, which was called the principle of offensive advantage.

At this time, the picture is as follows: Zhuoyang has just climbed up, not yet standing straight, facing his own backcourt direction; Lucio has stood up, two meters away from Zhuoyang, facing back to back; all Bayern players, including him, are guided by the people of madibu who follow the football's eyes, all looking at Zhirkov's foot "must be shot"; the football flies behind Lucio, Bayern defends the ball In the middle of the team; Zhuoyang's back is facing the ball.

That is to say, everyone in the game, only Zhuoyang doesn't know where the ball is.

The football is falling on the back of his head!

Before he got up completely, Zhuoyang took a step forward with his waist, and then the trilogy: leg lifting, volley shooting and rotation. Like the little swan in ballet.

Just after turning around, the ball arrived. Zhuoyang's right foot was just as promised. The football that was hit was in a panic and turned strongly, and then went back to the forbidden area and plunged into the white net.

It's stupid! Kahn stood by the door like a purple eggplant.

Schweinsteiger, piggy in the stands: "fuck me, get rid of the sniper!"

Yes, piggy describes it vividly. Zhuoyang is like AWP at the middle gate of the card suddenly hears the footsteps coming from a Avenue, turns around and opens the mirror in one go. It's too late to aim. Raising the gun and raising the hand is a crisp sound.

in the middle of getting up, Zhuoyang realized that the football was behind him and very close from the eyes of teammate zepeck. After breaking through the bottleneck, he felt the general position vaguely with his insight into all the talent skills. He had no time to think about it. It was just subconscious. He first made a shooting action and then turned around. After seeing the football, he made a fine adjustment with his unparalleled body function control ability. So, there is this shot on the football field.

This is a fucking goblin! Lucio's face was cold and his front teeth were sour. Lucio didn't know what it was when the shot just went over his head.

He didn't cross the festival with Bayern players, and Zhuoyang didn't want to stimulate Ballack any more. He ran to Bayern Munich's bench with the madyburg people and played the group Samba under the eyes of Magath.

It was not very particular to do so. Someone with a big temper on the bench had to rush out and beat him. But today, Bayern players all know what he wants to do and who he is aiming at, so they are happy to see the joke and pretend that it's not the case.

Magath and Zhuoyang stand apart. Their eyes are fierce. Without what you look at you, they are so silent and affectionate.For a long time, Zhuoyang secretly cut his throat with his fingers at margat after the celebration and went to prepare for the kick-off. But the move ignited Magath's anger.

"I'll give you an egg every day..." Magath is furious. He takes off his glasses and rushes to the field. His assistant coach, Negro, hugs him.

Even though there is a lot of controversy, there is no doubt that Magath is a good coach. His coaching style and character make experienced players dare not conflict with him even if they don't like him.

Magath has a strong personality when he is a player. The only Champions League trophy in the history of Hamburg club is that Magath, who was the captain of Hamburg at that time, won it in the final against Juventus. It was in 1983, when there was no Zhuoyang in the world.

Ever since he was in charge, there has never been a player who dared to face up to Magath. His apparent respect has been given to him. Piggy is the first, Zhuoyang is the second. It's strange that margat can accept it.

When coach for so many years, Bayern players on the field against the tactical behavior of Magath, naturally clear, angry but not very good way, roar who are light to agree, then still go their own way. Even if stubborn as Magath, I feel a deep sense of powerlessness at this time.

So anger became his only command.

From the vanguard to Kahn, they scolded them for not obeying the command. Kahn would not like to: play what tactics I'm not fucking afraid of in front of the door line? Why do you scold me? Do you dare to open a dye shop with three colors? I don't know that Lord Ma has three eyes?

It is said that in the final of 2005-06 German Football Association Cup, Bayern Munich coach Magath and goalkeeper Kahn clashed in the dressing room during the half-time break, and the two sides even threw stink shoes at each other. Magath wants to replace Kahn with youngster renzin, but is rejected by other players, including renzin.

It's just a piece of gossip. There's no evidence. Maybe it's a rumor.