number one striker

Chapter 69 The game continues
The rest of the first half passed in chaos, with players from both teams focused on physical contact and wanting to smack their opponents in the ass.The few players who remained calm could not drive the team as a whole.

The game, which was thought to be a certainty, is now making waves again.

Royce's fans in the stands were worried, especially those little girls who were still in school, who had already burst into tears because they were worried about him.

They comforted each other and said things they didn't believe.

The commotion caused by other fans has been suppressed by the riot police who arrived, and the game can continue as usual.

Little Hrubesch passed by his father, saw his solemn face, bent forward, not knowing what he was thinking.

Royce's injury disrupted Hrubesch's deployment. Fortunately, Caesar is still there, and the team still has at least one hot spot.

However, how should the four midfielders line up?

This is another headache.

In the locker room, the red and white Allen players were all emotional. They yelled loudly and denounced the opponent's hateful behavior.

The Grand Cross was treated like a hero, and Shavrath also said that if he hadn't been stopped by Marcus desperately, he would have rushed to give that damn Johnson a kick.

Caesar's calmness exceeded people's expectations. After all, the relationship between him and Royce in the team is considered very good.But after the conflict began, no one saw Caesar in the furious crowd.There were a few guys who were afraid that the world would not be chaotic, and began to point the finger at Caesar.

"Oh, Kevin, you're just too stupid. Unlike Caesar, let alone beating people, I haven't heard him utter a single curse word until now. What a moral model."

"Shut up!" Tion said impatiently, how could he not know what these people meant by saying this, it was nothing more than to provoke the relationship between Caesar and everyone.

There are always a few black apples in a team, who have nothing to say about themselves, but are always jealous of others and maliciously slander others.I always feel that those who are better than him are lucky or have a back door to get to the top, but I never look for my own reasons.

The little geeks say one thing after another, I really don't know what they can get from it.

The words of the captain still have some weight, not to mention that Caesar himself is very popular, and everyone still trusts Caesar from the bottom of their hearts.

But since someone said so, Caesar must explain.Not only for himself, but also for Royce, who was injured and left the field, and the goal of this season.

"Marco commissioned Mr. Holtz to tell me, and he said, 'We must win today! We must help the team win the championship'. I also want to beat up the opponent and stuff that damn Johnson into the toilet. But what about the game? The task Marko gave me was not to hit people, but to win the game. The season has reached the last two games. If you want to help Marko get revenge, then beat the opponent on the score and prove to them that even the most despicable methods can't beat us. "

Caesar's voice was quite calm, but the Grand Cross could hear his suppressed anger.

He was right, the team should really be the most important thing now.

Tion thinks so, Royce thinks so, and now that Grand Cross has calmed down, he also thinks so.

But Grand Cross didn't regret it, and if he was given another chance, he would do it again.

"Captain, I will leave the rest of the game to you. Don't let those despicable people take any points away from us." Grand Cross solemnly said.

Tion nodded, then looked at Uke who had just walked in: "Coach."

"Shut up!" As soon as Uke came in, he ran away because of his dissatisfaction with desire. The corners of Tion's eyes twitched a few times. The players finally calmed down. Why is Uke still so excited.

"Listen to me carefully! In the second half, we will give our opponent a head-on blow! From the time the referee blows his whistle, until the end of the game! No one is allowed to stop running! I want them to know! What kind of price will be paid for playing wild at Weiser Stadium! I want a big victory! Got it! Rabbits!"

The big guys in the locker room looked at each other, and Tion nodded: "Coach, give the order."

Dotoredo is sitting in the locker room. Although he and Royce are not very good friends, they have known each other for a long time.

Dotoledo is very clear about that guy's ambition, ability, and potential, and Dotoledo is also very clear about the impact of today's injury on him.

He also didn't understand why Johnson defended in that way, and he didn't hear any conflicts between the two.

Dotoledo likes the 1860 team very much, but he doesn't like the tactics that the coach just arranged.

The Spaniard looked up at Bender who was sitting across from him. The latter noticed his gaze and shrugged.

Now that the coach has explained it that way, we can only play like that.

Dotorledo sighed and was ready to go.

Both teams now have 10 players, and the number is equal, but the home team has lost two generals, and now there is only Caesar, a reliable striker in the frontcourt.

Nils-Ole Book (Nils-Ole Book), who played as a substitute for Royce, has relatively average abilities, is not tall, and cannot play the role of header support.

Veteran Toberg recently suffered a muscle strain in training and was unable to play. The team has no one available.

However, Uke absolutely does not allow himself to show weakness in front of that dirty opponent.Even if the team's offense is not smooth now, he will attack.

Uke's decision was not foolhardy, his magic weapon was Caesar.

In the first half, he carefully observed the ability of the opponent's defense, and found that if Bender hadn't intercepted in the midfield, they would have been penetrated by Allen long ago based on their defense ability.

The only more capable Johnson is still off the field. In this case, why not let Caesar charge and disturb the opponent's defense.

Nils-Ollie Booker assisted him, ready to outflank the goal.

The tactics of 1860 were even simpler. They also chose to attack, and they also added verbal attacks.

"Do you want to be like that number 11?"

"Watch me kick you off!"

"Go home if you're afraid of death! Otherwise, I'll break your leg!"

Marco Cruz tried to piss off Allen's players with his trash talk, and he succeeded, too.

When Bender defended Martin Stahlberg, he lost his composure and made a steal.

Dotoledo receives his pass and plays it straight into the penalty area.

Benjamin Lauter stuck in position and Dill Chivu ran behind him to receive a backheel pass from Lauter.

He turned to face Niels Derring and shouted, "Number 11 has a broken leg! I don't think you're far away!"

"What did you say?!" Delin was furious, and was easily swayed by the opponent's shot angle under the rage.

Lenz was unable to recover, the ball rolled into the net, and 1860 scored a goal.

(End of this chapter)