number one striker

Chapter 76

What a bad day today.

Caesar rubbed his blond hair carelessly, followed everyone back to the locker room.

First, it rained heavily before the game, which made the field slippery. Caesar tried to speed up his breakthrough many times but always fell down, making himself covered in mud.

Then Frankfurt got lucky with a penalty.

Nils Derling was battling for position with the opposing striker, Moroccan Aziz Bouhaddouz, when he lost his center of gravity and kicked the opponent because of the slippery surface.

Caesar was very annoyed that the attack, which had no threat, conceded a goal instead.

The team's offense was not smooth, and people fell continuously. Until the end of the first half, Caesars did not get a good chance.

The locker room was quiet, and no one expected that this game would be so difficult.

No one takes it lightly, and no one underestimates the opponent, but the score is clearly written there, and now Red and White Allen is behind.

"Damn it, this rain is too inappropriate." Shavrath grumbled and complained. They were hurriedly changing into clean clothes, and the jerseys were stuck to their bodies because of the rain, which made everyone upset.

Uke did the same thing. There was no problem with the tactics. The key was that the field was slippery, which was not conducive to accelerating the sprint at all.And there was no problem with the defense, except for Delin's kick, the rest of the time did well.

The problem is the rain, but the weather is beyond their control.

During the Bern Miracle in 1958, all the players in Germany were praying for rain.

And now, all the Red and White Allen players are also praying that the rain will stop soon.

Caesar cleaned up the mud under his sneakers, wearing spikes, but it still didn't work.The quality of Frankfurt's home turf is not as good as that of the Weiser Stadium. If you think about it, it may be their intention.

After all, Frankfurt surrendered the possession rate throughout the first half, watching Red and White Allen keep making mistakes.

The game restarted in the second half, and Fat White Hamitt and the others anxiously waited for the moment when Red and White Allen scored.

However, as the rain got heavier, Red and White Allen made more and more mistakes.

Marcus is in the backcourt and has nothing to do most of the time.He observed that because there is no high point in front of the team, they can only play ground coordination.But the field is slippery, and lacks a core in an absolute sense, and the ground coordination can't be played.

The reason for the poor attack has been found, but how to solve it?

The three midfielders led by Tion are not players with strong ball control ability, and Kaiser, Toberg and Martin Stahlberg are not the type with strong header ability.

It can't go on like this.

Marcus walked up and down the midfield anxiously, then jumped high, and slammed the opponent's counter-long pass back.

"Cheer up! We must score a goal!" Nils Derring was more anxious than him. He conceded a goal because of his own mistake. If the team loses the championship because of this, his sin will be great.

Marcus looked at the positions of the opponent's two forwards, and they were slowly moving closer to their own penalty area.

It seems that they are going to stick to the 3 points.

If the opponent didn't even plan to fight back, wouldn't it be a waste for him and Niels Derling to stand behind.

Moreover, the opponent is afraid of heading the ball, just right, I am good at heading the ball!
Marcus's eyes brightened when he thought of this. He saw that Caesar's cross after struggling to the bottom was unresponsive, and he couldn't help regretting that it would have been better if he had been there.

If it is yourself.
"Nils!" Marcus yelled.

"What's wrong?" Delin squinted his eyes and looked over, the rain seemed to be a little lighter?

"I'll leave it to you later! I'll go up and help them!"

As he said that, Marcus rushed forward in stride, regardless of Delin's "hey hey".

Caesar's bottoming just now was entirely based on his personal ability, and then he received the ball, and then tried to walk horizontally along the penalty area line, and fired an anti-aircraft gun.

In this kind of weather, as long as the long-range shot is on target, it is possible to get in.

But the premise is that you have to be able to play straight.

Caesar falsely kicked angrily, leaving them with little time left, and the game would be over in half an hour.The team can't see any signs of being able to overtake it now, so how can it feel like a champion if it goes on like this!
Frankfurt's goalkeeper took a big kick and was pushed back by midfielder Marcus.

Tion shifted to Caesar, who saw a tall and familiar figure rushing up from behind in the dense rain.

It's Marcus!

The team's young central defender noticed Caesar's gaze and hurriedly pointed to his head.

And Toberg also understood what he meant, and rushed forward.

The defender of the home team hurried to catch up. Red and White Allen had only one support point in the whole game, as long as he was blocked.

However.
Caesar immediately made a 45° cross, and Toberg's pull caused a momentary gap in Frankfurt's center.It was at this moment that Marcus cut in.

"Stop him!!!" Frankfurt's head coach Tomas Oral saw Marcus with an assist, and hurriedly reminded his players.

There is still no time for this.

Marcus and the opponent's central defender collided heavily, and they fought fiercely in the air.

No one wants to be dominated by the opponent. Hand to hand, shoulder to shoulder, they all want to squeeze the opponent out.

In the end, Marcus won the battle.

He hit the target accurately and headed the ball into the top corner of the goal.

The Frankfurt goalkeeper watched desperately as the ball flew into the net, but was powerless to stop it.

The ball is in!
Marcus helps the team break the ice!
It shattered the anxiety and despair hovering over the players' heads!

still have a chance!

Marcus rushed into the goal and picked up the ball. This ball greatly boosted the morale of the crowd. Fatty White Hamit and the others also turned away from the goal and began to sing the team's war song.

"One more goal! Come on!"

Marcus slapped his hands vigorously, Tion looked back at the boy's resolute face, and a thought appeared in his heart for no reason.

It seems that my mantle has a successor.

The Frankfurt players were a little discouraged. They worked hard for the whole game, but they were still scored by their opponents from the center.

Tomas Oral hastily encouraged the players, and now the red and white Allen are in full swing. If they don't suppress them quickly, the consequences will be disastrous.

He didn't have to think about it anymore, because Hongbai Allen couldn't hold back anymore.

Uke immediately ordered Marcus to stand at the forefront of the team and temporarily act as a center forward.

With a bridgehead, it is much easier for Red and White Allen to kick.

In the 78th minute, Toberg received a ferry from Marcus and shoveled the ball into the net.

The white fat man Hammit hammered the cheering drum like a madman, and the red and white Allen took the lead!
In 12 minutes, the team will usher in the first Division B champion!
Caesar's long-distance attack in the 90th minute seemed to have drawn a successful conclusion to this wonderful counterattack.

All the players on the red and white Allen bench rushed out, stood on the sidelines jumping and jumping and watching Caesar's attack.

"Come on!"

"Come on, Luther!"

"3:1! 3:1!"

Caesar, who blasted the ball into the net, didn't stop sprinting, turned around and ran to the bench, and then was grabbed by excited teammates, and everyone piled up on Luohan.

Uke was the last one to jump on it. Excited, he rode on Schafrath and shouted, "We won! I am the champion! I am the champion of the Bundesliga!!"

(End of this chapter)