From the Country Team To the Rich

  Chapter 369 The Great Coming

  In the VIP room of Rheinneca Arena.

  Zhang Xian sat with Heddes, the general manager of Munich 1900.

   glanced briefly at the starting lineup, Zhang Xian's gaze narrowed slightly; "Ditra and Hardy did not play, are you preparing for the 27th Champions League?"

  Hedith shrugged and smiled; "We are in the same group as Trafford, facing the red devil led by the jazz, we dare not care."

  Zhang now nodded, and he was not underestimated in anger.

  Dignity has always been won by himself. Hoffenheim is only a newly promoted horse. There is no need for Munich 1900 to release the strongest lineup.

   "Alex and Biardini are very useful, especially the latter, you have cultivated very well."

  After speaking, Heddes looked at Zhang Xian with great interest.

The latter turned his head faintly and looked at Heddes, and said, "Is this your bad taste? Also, Biardini has grown a lot in Dortmund, not all of our credit. Maybe you can talk to Dortmund. Mr. Zuo Lun discussed this issue."

  Hedira shrugged and smiled; "I want to do this too, but he doesn't seem to like me."

  Zhang Xian smiled, and said, "Who would like someone who always digs his own corner?"

Khedira waved his hand and said: "No, no, we are playing fair. I have never forced anyone. I just let the players choose. And Zuo Lun has done this kind of thing. They face the whole of Germany, and we only dig Their family."

  Zhang Xian: "."

  As the two talked, the game had already begun.

  Munich 1900 took the lead in kick-off.

  At the beginning of the game, Munich 1900 launched a fierce attack on the left.

  They relied on Alex's speed to continuously advance, making Hoffenheim's defense a little shaky.

  If it weren't for Silva, who is still strong, and knows Alex enough, it is likely that he has already scored.

  Looking at the threatening Alex in the arena, Zhang Xian couldn't help rubbing his eyebrows.

  Why hadn't he discovered that Alex was so difficult before.

   "Alex is faster."

At this time, Heddes said: "He has a problem with his running posture. After he joined Munich in 1900, we invited an excellent track and field coach to train his running posture. Now he can run faster and has a lot of explosive power. ."

  In the arena, Silva already felt a bit difficult after suffering the impact of Alex twice.

   "Damn it, how come this guy feels faster." Silva murmured, calling the other teammates to move closer to the left.

  He felt that he couldn't hold it alone.

  Munich 1900 is very conceited.

  They used Alex as a drill, constantly attacking on the left flank, directly breaking through Hoffenheim’s defense.

  This not only scores goals, but also destroys Hoffenheim’s morale.

  But Hoffenheim’s team did a lot better defensively than they thought.

  The speed of making up is very fast, and it does not give Munich 1900 forward to the neutral gear.

After a full 10 minutes of manic attack, Munich 1900 finally slowed down, which also made Hoffenheim a sigh of relief.

   "We want to get the ball."

   Taking advantage of the chance of a dead ball, Habur approached Ludi Mod and said.

  The latter nodded and said; "A strong frontcourt press."

  Habel nodded.

  When the ball came out again, the Hoffenheim players rushed over like hungry wolves.

  Since the halftime in Munich in 1900, they frantically carried out encirclement and interception. This kind of extremely oppressive pressing made them very uncomfortable.

   was finally intercepted by Ranier's flexible movement during a pass.

  Hoffenheim finally got the ball.

   "Post back! Post back!"

  Habur shouted immediately.

  Ragne turned and passed the ball.

  Habl hit the ball, and the ball turned at a right angle and flew towards Ludi Mod.

  Ludi Mod continued to pull back, and Habur cruised to meet him.

  Munich 1900's pressing threat is not big, so Hoffenheim's inverted ball has become more and more smooth.

  After finally finding the rhythm, Hoffenheim started to move forward.

  Ludi Mod, Habul, and Ranier are the cores, constantly passing on.

  Occasionally, Silva and Azoko stepped forward to respond, or Leo and Ibstrui retraced to respond.

  Various triangle formations began to appear.

  Hoffenheim simply and simply used the way of touching the ball with one foot, making full use of the depth of the field, and constantly involving the Munich 1900 formation.

  Even, Hoffenheim sometimes sends the ball to the opponent's penalty area.

  But because the timing was wrong, the post was sent back soon.

  Under such a short attempt, Hoffenheim actually faintly suppressed Munich 1900?

  In the VIP room, Heddes gave a soft voice and said: "Is this your pass control? It's a bit like Barcelona, ​​but it requires more possession of the ball."

   and more oppressive!

  Munich 1900 played with Barceloan very often, and their monkey-walking tactics were really annoying.

  The ball was passed back and forth, and the feeling of being led by the nose to run was uncomfortable.

  But Barcelona’s transmission and control are more about a straight up and down advance, while Hoffenheim is different. This kind of transmission and control, in addition to suppressing power, relies on the width of the field to swing left and right to tear its own defense.

  And this tactic seems to be even more annoying!

  Zhang Xian gave a chuckle, but did not respond.

  His gaze turned to the court, watching him, Habul, quietly pushing forward.

  He and Ranier’s positions were reversed.

  This makes Zhang Xian look forward to it.

  Sure enough, when Ibstrui passed the ball to Ranie, Ranie suddenly pushed the ball to Habr with a bow.

  Habl turned sideways to catch the ball, and the outside of the instep slammed into the ball.

  The ball passed through the gap in the Munich 1900 defense line like a comet and reached Jamie’s feet.

   It’s just that Jamie didn’t make a perfect advance this time, and there was a Losley beside him.

  The two entangled once, and you pushed and ran towards the ball.

  Finally, Jamie fell straight down and hit the ball with the sole of his foot.

The position of    is accurate, but the angle is too positive.

The   Munich 1900 goalkeeper threw himself sideways and blocked the ball with one hand.

"what!!!!!!!!"

  Live commentator Sipoli holding his head and shouting with a pity on his face; "It's almost, it's almost, it's really too good."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the ball flying near the penalty area line.

  While there, Ibstruyi rushed to the ball, faced the bounced ball, and volleyed sideways vigorously.

  The ball penetrated the crowd like a cannonball, hanging straight into the dead corner.

  唰! ! !

  The net was lifted high.

  At this moment, the entire Rheinneca Arena was quiet for a while.

  Everyone stared at this scene in a daze.

  As everyone watched, Ibsterui ran to the corner area, flew high, waving his arms fiercely.

  His legs are rooted down, his chest is raised up, and a pair of eagle-like eyes look around.

  Like an emperor descending, look down upon the audience!

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