number one striker

Chapter 115 Quick free kick (reissue yesterday's recommendation ticket and update)
Hrubesch walked into the lounge, took a step back, and looked up.

"It's our lounge." Hrubesch muttered.

Because it is so quiet here, it is always bustling with people, and everyone is joking.But today, everyone was silent, not knowing what they were thinking.

Caesar was playing with his bracelet, and his thigh felt a little painful, which was pushed out by the opponent's knee.

Ozil's shoulders are a little sore. He has played too many physical confrontations in this game, and his whole body is about to fall apart.

Hrubesch looked at everyone with some amusement. He didn't feel it normally. Now, he finally realized that these young players are only young people in their 20s.Disappointed and upset because of falling behind in the game, this is what a 20-year-old should look like.

Hrubesch coughed twice, drawing everyone's attention to himself.

"The 1980 European Cup was the only European Cup I participated in. At that time, I used the current word to describe it, that is, 'late bloomer'. I am not like you, all of them are talented and have a bright future. I participated in the Bundesliga for the first time when I was 24 years old. Manu, how old were you when you represented Schalke 04 in the Bundesliga for the first time?"

Neuer answered honestly: "20 years old."

"That's it. You are all more talented than me, and you all became famous at a young age. I have confidence in you, so raise your heads up and repay my expectations for you. There is still half of the game left, isn't it too early to be discouraged?"

The players looked at each other, and Hrubesch's words had some effect.

"Before the game, I paid special attention to the rumors about you. Mesut, I heard that Real Madrid wants to introduce you. Is it true?"

Ozil shrugged: "I don't know."

Hrubesch smiled and said to Hummels: "I heard that Bayern is crying and wanting you back."

Hummels pouted: "I won't go back."

"Kaiser! Wolfsburg thinks you are a super talent who can replace Grafitt. What do you think?"

Caesar sat up straight and said, "Don't you underestimate me?"

"Hey, look, Caesar has returned to his previous skinless state. You have to learn from him. Even if you fall behind, you must have an optimistic attitude." Hrubesch smiled and clapped his hands. "Okay, okay, I believe that those team leaders who are interested in you are watching your state in front of the TV. If this is the case, for yourself, you must come back in the second half, understand?!"

"it is good!!"

Andy Schneider sipped his coffee, and Sweden was a little cold at night.

Nia James browsed the news on her mobile phone. Now there are many voices looking down on Germany on social media. Many people have already decided that Germany must lose.

"What's the matter, can you trust them a little bit?" Nia James put away her mobile phone, and the players of the two teams also returned to the field one after another.

Nia James kept her eyes on Caesar, who was mingling with his teammates. He kept jumping and sprinting, looking full of motivation.

Come on, Caesar!Don't lose to them!

"Okay! The second half of the game begins! The two teams exchanged attacking directions!" Yankel explained, and during the intermission advertising time, he and Sauer exchanged opinions.

"Obviously, Italy is fully prepared. If we can't find their weaknesses in time, we will only become more and more passive." Sauer frowned.

"What would you do if it were you?"

Sauer thought for a while: "First of all, we must control the ball first. The Italians are very good at counter-attacking on the spot, and Ozil should take more responsibility for organizing. Then there is the counter-attack. Caesar must find a way to solve the opponent's chain defense. And Wagner, his presence in the first half is too low, and I haven't even seen him much."

Everyone wants what Sauer said, but how can we find a breakthrough?

"We need an accident. The conventional offense has been unable to break through the Italian defense. Accident, accident." Hrubesch muttered.

At the beginning of the second half, Italy had not yet fully found its form, and the German team took the lead in attacking.

"Khedira stepped forward for an assist! Tackled by Marchisio! Hummels snatched the ball back! Pass it to Castro on the wing! Cross from the wing!"

"Wagner didn't get the ball! Andreoli made the first clearance!"

"The ball falls to the perimeter! Chigalini catches the ball! Runs with the ball! Ozil chases it back!"

Neither are fast, with Ozil more nimble and Chigarini more physically built.

The two shoulders collided, and there was no winner.

Another collision, Ozil was knocked away a position.

However, he hooked the ball with his right leg, and Chigarini knocked the ball away instead.

Ozil turned around, accelerated, and sprinted with the ball.

"Marchisio's help! Ozil was knocked down by him!"

Marchisio was very excited when the whistle sounded. As soon as he picked up the ball, he yelled at the referee running over: "You also blow this ball? I obviously didn't touch him!"

"Aren't you wondering if you touched him or not?" Khedira also rushed up to push and shove him, and the scene was very chaotic.

Ozil hid inside and stabbed the ball out of Marchisio's hand, then pressed the ball to the ground and sent it out quickly.

"Depend on!"

"Return to defense! Hurry back to defense!"

Just now most of the Italian and German players gathered around and pushed each other, so the Italian defense line was a bit chaotic for a while.Ozil seized the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and gave the ball to Wagner.

Because the referee was crowded by the Italian players, he acquiesced in the legitimacy of the German team's quick serve, rushed out of the crowd and ran towards the ball.

After Wagner received the ball, he helped Ozil. His callback was very light, which was just right for Ozil's vigorous volley.

"Ozil take the free kick! Wagner catches the ball! Give Ozil a kick! Ozil volleys from outside the penalty area!"

"It's too light!" Goalkeeper Concily yelled, but the ball was refracted in the middle. Although it didn't change much, it did interfere with Concili's judgment.

The Italian struggled to turn around and save the ball.

However, he didn't exert any force on the ball. He expected it to be saved by him, rather the ball hit him and bounced out.

"Clear! Quickly clear!"

Marchisio, who was still running behind, screamed wildly, but he saw a back that made him sweat.

Concily only felt that his eyes were dark, and then someone rushed up and kicked the ball into the goal vigorously.

"Concily has let go! Caesar followed up! Hit the door!"

"TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOR!!!!"

"Caesar made a follow-up shot and scored a goal!!"

"Germany equalized!"

"Caesar stood up again! He saved the team!!!"

(End of this chapter)