From the Country Team To the Rich

  Chapter 510 Harvey Abano's Lifetime Enemy

  True despair!

  Sevilla was pushed to the edge of the cliff by Hoffenheim, and a step back was the abyss.

  This is a situation that no one had expected.

  At the Juan Stadium, it was Hoffenheim who took the lead.

  After the game started, Hoffenheim’s aggressive attack achieved significant results, directly kicking Sevilla into a daze.

  In the end, Hubble made the final decision!

  This deciduous ball is extremely beautiful, and Hubble's posture is also extremely stretched.

  The entire Juan stadium fell into silence.

  The Seville fans who were clamoring to teach Hoffenheim before have shut up.

  Their eyes were filled with blankness. They don't know why this happened. What happened to Seville?

  But they know very well that they can’t afford to lose this game!

  On the other side, a small number of Hoffenheim fans are jumping happily, as if they have been promoted.

  Holding a four-ball lead, they have never fought such a wealthy battle!

  Not to mention the opponent is Sevilla.

  "The defending champion shit!"

   "They can't stop us from moving forward!"

   "Go ahead! Hoffenheim!"

   "Fuck them!"

  Hoffenheim fans are arrogant.

  Don’t be arrogant at this time, when will you stay?

  The flag bearers began to wave the flag crazily. The broad flag surface was hunting and hunting, and it was particularly lively in coordination with the boiling crowd below.

  Lawrence stood at the forefront, holding his hands high, and leading everyone to start shouting slogans.

   Waves of slogans shook the sky!

  Juan Stadium is completely occupied by Hoffenheim!

   "Can't kick like this!"

  Martin Hendry looked up to Rasta and said anxiously.

   has fallen behind by four goals. If there is confidence before, then after this goal, Sevilla has become extremely passive.

  They felt that the **** of death was standing behind them, ready to wield their sickles and harvest the losers.

  Seville are the kings of the Europa League and they are the defending champions.

   And there are still 70 minutes in this game, they still have a chance.

   "Offense! Everything serves the offense!"

  Martin Hendry looked eagerly: "Trust me, I will score."

   On the other side, Didi Massi Hendry also said: “Try to attack from the two wings as much as possible. Their two full-backs like to move forward. This is a good opportunity for us to counterattack.”

  Rasta is also dignified.

  Now he doesn’t care about defense anymore.

   Attack!

   Must attack!

  If you don’t attack, you are waiting to die!

  The other side of Spain, Barcelona.

  Harvey Abano sat in front of the TV, watching the Europa League match intently.

  His eyes have been focused on Leo, Habr, Ranje and Piani.

   Harvey Abano is very familiar with this batch of Sonar youth players.

  During the youth training period, they have played more than once. In various competitions, La Masia led by Harvey Abano loses more and loses less.

  It can be said that Harvey Abano has the most say in how terrifying these guys are.

  However, since joining the first team, there has been no intersection between them.

  Barcelona is a giant after all, and Hoffenheim has just been promoted to the Bundesliga and has not entered the Champions League.

  In the past few years, Harvey Abano and Leo have each grown up. He is very much looking forward to playing against them in official matches.

   "Harvey! What are you looking at?"

   A voice came from the door, and a young black man walked in.

  He sat down next to Harvey Abano and watched the TV in surprise and said: "Are you watching the Europa League? Is this a Seville game?"

  After speaking, he looked at the score.

  Seville 0:1 Hoffenheim.

  Sevilla is behind.

  The black youth was taken aback, surprised; "Sevilla is behind? At their home court?"

  Harvey Abano turned his head and said; "If you know that they are 4 goals behind in total, you will be even more surprised!"

  The young black man showed a dazed expression.

  As the same La Liga team, they know how difficult it is for Sevilla.

  Because of understanding, I can't believe the scene before me.

  Seville is driven into desperation.

  And still in the Europa League?

   "Are you kidding me?" said the black young man.

  Harvey Abano turned his head and said: “Tukar, I don’t have to make this kind of joke. If Sevilla can’t score four goals in 70 minutes, they will be eliminated!”

  Tukar felt that Harvey Abano was not joking, he couldn't help being surprised; "This is the Bundesliga team? I seem to have heard of them, they are amazing."

   "It's not magic!" Harvey Abano shook his head: "They will become a team that threatens us!"

  Tukar was stunned again.

   "Threat us?" Turkal seemed to hear some joke, and said: "Please! We are Barcelona, ​​are you sure?"

  Harvey Abano turned his head and nodded heavily, saying: "Two years! In two years, they will reach the Champions League and give the whole of Europe a big surprise."

   "Then I need to take a look."

  Tukar looked at the game exquisitely.

  At this time, it was Hoffenheim who was in possession of the ball. Although Sevilla wanted to speed up the attacking rhythm, Hoffenheim was firmly in control of the midfielder and could not bring up the rhythm at all.

  And when he saw this scene, Tukar rubbed his head and said: "How do I feel, so familiar?"

  Harvey Abano smiled: "Because we played Sevilla like this two rounds ago."

  Tukar blinked and said, "You said, they are imitating us?"

  Harvey Abano was silent for a moment, shook his head and said: "It's not the same, tactically similar, but Hoffenheim's offense is more sharp."

  Tukar frowned and said, "Rasta is not easy to deal with."

  Harvey Abano nodded and said: "But if it is Ludi Mod, Habr and Ranie, Rasta can't handle them at all."

  Tukar said: "Ludi Mod, I know, in the Red Factory period, he was the offensive engine of the team and had a good performance. Finally there are two people left, who are they newcomers?"

Harvey Abano was silent for a moment and said: "Tukar, I am from La Masia youth training. Our group of players are also known as the best graduates in recent years, but there is a youth training team. It has caused us huge troubles, and we lose more and lose less."

  Tukar was surprised; "No, I remember La Masia called you the new golden generation, and the youth training competition was unbeaten!"

Harvey Abano said silently: "That was a propaganda method, and he did not lie. If we only count as the domestic youth training exchange competition, we have indeed been winning. But in the international youth training championship, there is a team called Sonar. It’s hard for us to win against them!"

  Tukar looked at the TV thoughtfully and said; “Don’t tell me that Sonar is Hoffenheim’s youth academy!”

  Harvey Abano said: "You guessed it!"

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