number one striker

Chapter 33
However, less than 10 minutes into the first half, Rostock, who was a guest, scored a goal.

Their corner from midfielder Mario Fillinger was headed into Lenz's goal by center forward Ebrico Kern, and Fat White Hammett cursed under his breath, what a terrible start.

The Rostock fans rejoiced. They beat Kaiserslautern at home in the last game, and this one is off to a perfect start.

The bright road to the Bundesliga has resurfaced, and we are back!

Caesar was a little depressed, the game had just started 10 minutes, and he still had a lot of time to help the team equalize the score.However, working with the Grand Cross made Caesar extremely uncomfortable.Neither of them has the ability to help teammates score. Not to mention their running positions always overlap, and they always don't match up with the teammates behind them.

Although Grand Cross supports Caesar emotionally, he knows that Jens Bammer still has abilities.At least, he will be able to find the most suitable passing route in the chaotic penalty area.

This ability is not possessed by Royce.

That's right, Uke's idea is to let Royce replace Jens Barmer and let him organize the offense.

In his vision, Royce drags deep to help connect the midfield.And two young strikers with fast speed and strong impact are responsible for attacking the city.

In the past two days, Allen is also practicing this tactic.

However, when he was on the court, Caesar discovered that there was a very big problem with this tactic.

Royce wanted to drill into the penalty area as soon as he got the ball, and Caesar and Grand Cross always ran in heavy positions. As a result, the three of them crowded together like headless chickens, and there was no room for them to make moves.

Especially Caesar, his technique is not so dexterous, there must be room for him to rush up.

However, Rostock seemed to have inspected him. Their defense retreated deeply, and they did not give Caesar a chance to attack at all.

So in this 10-minute game, Red and White Allen not only lost a goal, but also lost his offense.

Uke stood on the sidelines, and things seemed to be a little unsatisfactory.

"Did the three of them not listen carefully? I said it all, cross positions! Run flexibly!" Standing on the side, Hammers couldn't help roaring: "Is this called running?!"

Just now the Grand Cross managed to get an excellent opportunity. Royce passed the ball straight from outside the penalty area. Unfortunately, Caesar, who was too aggressive, grabbed the Grand Cross together. The two collided and the ball rolled out of the baseline.

"Uh..." Caesar patted his butt in embarrassment and stood up, not daring to look at the glaring big cross at all.Royce walked in and said to the two distressedly: "You two don't fight, sometimes being too active is not a good thing."

The big cross yelled: "Am I robbing? It's obviously this idiot! Don't you know how to watch your teammates move?"

Caesar said bluntly: "This is my football philosophy! Always eager to score goals!"

"Oh, that's it." The Grand Cross pretended to nod kindly, then grabbed Caesar by the back of his neck and yelled, "Is this why you robbed me of the opportunity?!"

Royce pulled the two apart: "Stop messing around, go back to defense."

Jimmy Kohler was wearing a thick down jacket and stood next to the fat white man, who was shirtless and stood still in the cold wind.

"Tsk, without Jens, our offense is really a mess." Jimmy Kohler shook his head, but the fat white man immediately squeezed over with a fat face: "Trust them! Marco will take care of it!"

Jimmy Kohler hurriedly wiped the spittle off his face. Before he could reply, the fat man frowned and said, "You kid, everyone is shirtless, but you wear so much."

"You are all big fat people. How can I, a skinny person, compare with you?" Jimmy Kohler saw that the white fat man narrowed his eyes, and suddenly had an ominous premonition.

After a while, his down jacket was taken off.

Fatty Bai said as it should: "The players are working so hard on the field, but you hide in the down jacket, don't you think it's shameless?"

Jimmy Kohler wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry. This fat man, seeing that he was shivering from the cold when he was wearing thick clothes, was just unbalanced in his heart, and he still said so high-sounding.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and Red and White Allen's offense was still chaotic.Although Rostock exposed a lot of gaps due to excessive excitement after scoring the goal, the three always ran together and couldn't open up space at all.The opponent only needs to lock the middle lane, and the three of them ran in like moths to the flame.

"You guys have to be flexible! Get out of the way!" Heymes yelled into the arena, while Rostock coach Frank Pagelsdorf sneered.Coming to the away game this time, he made sufficient preparations.

For some reason, that Jens Bammer was sent to the reserve team.Although the reason was not found out, Pegelsdorf knew that no matter how the red and white Allen changed, the first game would definitely be very chaotic, and this was their best chance.

Although that Kaiser is fast, it is a pity that his skills are average, and he will fail when he encounters dense defense.And Kevin Grosskreutz also has the same problem, so as long as the center is tightened, there is no fear that these two forwards will make any waves.

Although Marco Royce has strong personal abilities, he is afraid of physical confrontation. If you make more use of this, you can successfully stop him.

Although dealing with Royce, Rostock did not do well enough.But because of those two idiot forwards, Royce's ability was not fully utilized, and a few long shots from outside the penalty area were rarely hit in threatening positions.

Half an hour had passed since the game, and Rostock, who was a guest, played more and more relaxed, completely suppressing the home team.

Sarah pouted in the stands. Today, Royce's breakthroughs were all wonderful, but once he got close to the penalty area, he either shot a wide kick, or passed the ball past two idiots and couldn't catch it. His efforts were completely wasted.

"Dad! Does that idiot Caesar know how to play football?" Seeing Caesar pulling out of the penalty area and kicking an anti-aircraft gun, Sarah couldn't help shouting.

Kugel also looked sad, it would be good not to concede the ball if this continues, and you still want to tie the score?
"It can't go on like this." Caesar found the Grand Cross, and the latter made an overjoyed expression: "You finally found it?"

"Idiot." Caesar kicked him, "The two of us are crowded inside, and there is no way to open up the space."

"That's right, so the opponent has completely tightened the middle lane now, and the two of us are like small stones that have disappeared in the sea." The big cross spread his hands.

"So, I have an idea, should I give it a try?" Caesar covered his mouth and whispered to the Grand Cross.

(End of this chapter)