number one striker

Chapter 70
The conceded goal also made the fans a little annoyed. The white fat man Hammett rarely angered the players and said: "What are you doing?! Fuck them to death!"

Niels Derlin bit his lip tightly. He heard the guy's trash talking just now. Because of this, he lost his composure and was easily shaken away by his opponent.

"Don't take it to heart, we still lead by one goal." Tion comforted, but soon he was slapped in the face.

Dotoredo distributed the ball to the wing, and the red and white Allen players were anxious, and everyone's attention was attracted by this pass.

As a result, the opponent chose an inverted triangle pass, and it was Dotoredo who responded.

He faced the incoming ball and volleyed. Although Lenz's fingertips touched the ball, the ball was so powerful that it finally flew into the net.

"Strike!" Marco Cruz jumped up from his seat excitedly, and his tactics really worked!
After Dotoledo scored a goal, there was no celebration, after all, he was facing his old club.Although they have always disagreed with Uke's ideas, the two of them did not have too much conflict, and naturally they would not celebrate wildly because of goals.

But the fans at the Red and White Allen scene quit. They insulted the Spaniard angrily, and some people even directly shouted words like "Judas".

Uke rubbed his hair helplessly, these brats, they all told them to calm down, why are they all so reckless.

What he didn't know was that the 1860 players were using Royce's injury as a weapon, and they were using it to attack the psychological defense of the red and white Allen players.

Whether it makes you flinch or rage, as long as you lose your cool, we've succeeded.

This is indeed working. Red and White Allen's players are getting bigger and bigger, and the referee's mouth is almost tired.

Yellow cards were flying all over the sky for a while, and within 10 minutes, Red and White Allen actually got 4 yellow cards.If it wasn't for the referee's mercy, Shavrath would have almost received a second yellow card just now.

"Don't be impulsive! Calm down!" Uke yelled loudly into the arena, but the result was very ineffective.

Fat white man Hammett watched anxiously from the stands. If this continues, the team won't even win the game, it will be good if they don't lose.

He seemed to see that the championship trophy of the second division was fading away, and the poor red and white Allen was about to miss the most important championship in the history of their team.

"This won't work, but how can we calm down the players." The fat white man Hammett kept scratching his hair, while Jimmy Kohler pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "Yes! I have a solution!"

Caesar didn't receive any opportunities this time, and all his teammates were possessed by Denilson, and they all wanted to go it alone after getting the ball.It's useless for him to stand in front alone, he can only waste his physical energy in unnecessary running.

In a hurry, he vaguely heard the fans in the stands shouting something.

"Mainz leads Freiburg 2-0!"

"Mainz leads Freiburg 2-0!"

"Mainz leads Freiburg 2-0!"

This is of course Jimmy Kohler's trick, how could he know the situation of that game.But now only the hunger for the title can awaken the players, and he has to deceive them.

Gradually, other melon eaters in the stadium also heard the news.They looked at each other in surprise, is this score true?

Seeing so many people shouting in unison, they gradually believed it, and began to join the shouting ranks.

In the end, the entire Weser Stadium was filled with the sound of "Mainz leads Freiburg 2:0", which can be heard even with poor ears.

"Mainz leads Freiburg 2:0? Is it true?" Heimers looked puzzled, and Uke suddenly realized when he looked at the white fat man and the others.

"If this score is maintained until the end and we beat our opponent, we will be the ones to reach the top!" Haimes quickly calculated the points and said excitedly.

Tion also had the same idea, not only him, Shavrath, Lenz, and Niels Derling all thought of this.

In an instant, their minds, which were just annoyed by their opponent's small moves, calmed down.

Then, the 1860 players were surprised to see that the opponent, who was very reckless just now, suddenly became lighter and smoother.

Bender's pass was directly interrupted by Martin Stahlberg, and the Italian Baldo Di Gregorio stepped in at high speed, received Stahlberg's pass, and went down extremely fast.

It's like lubricating oil for gears, sexy girls for strong men, and kaiselu for constipation.

"Back! I feel it's all coming back!" Jimmy Kohler yelled. "Attack on attack! Beat 'em!"

Gregorio's insertion attracted the opponent's attention, and their defense was indeed as Uke thought, as long as they bypassed Bender's point, the others would not be opponents of Red and White Allen at all.

Caesar rushed to meet his teammates, his speed was beyond the reach of his opponents.

Hrubesch's eyes lit up, this Caesar doesn't just know how to run around, there is still something about his running without the ball.

Caesar's response made the opponents feel like they were facing a big enemy, and they all rushed over, but ignored the gap behind them.

Gregorio passed the ball to Caesar, who dunked the moment he caught it, saw Nils-Ollie Booker behind the crowd, and sent the ball over.

Booker got a little too excited, and his kick bounced off goalkeeper Michael Hofmann.

Central defender Torben Hoffmann (Torben Hoffmann) wanted to clear the siege, but his movement was too slow. He was intercepted by Shavras who rushed over from the wing, and the latter was also brought to the ground. Tion and others hurriedly raised their hands to signal a foul.

The place where Shafrath fell to the ground happened to be on the edge of the penalty area, and no one could guarantee that the ball was not a penalty.

Hoffman himself was frightened by the foul, and quickly opened his arms to show that he didn't mean it.

The game stopped for a moment at this moment, as if time had stopped.

Until a red lightning split the static time and space, the long knife was unsheathed, showing its sharpness.

After Caesar passed the ball, he was also about to make a follow-up shot, but Shafrath just hit the ball in his direction.

Caesar's explosive power once again helped him catch up in front of his opponent. He imitated Royce's movements in the first half, taking off, twisting his body, swinging his legs, and directly volleyed.

Hoffman only felt a gust of wind across his cheeks, the wind blade was so sharp that it made his hair stand on end.

Goalkeeper Michael Hoffman, who had just saved the team, seemed to see a swordsman in red, swaying a sharp knife towards the goal.

The speed of the ball was so fast that he was unable to stop it, so he could only watch the ball fly into the net.

Red and White Allen.

Leading again!

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