Football: Guards with knives, shovel Ronaldo at the beginning

"In the second half we..."

Little Pig's eyes were shrouded in darkness, and he was too tired to hear clearly what the coach was saying.

The humming sound in his ears lingered repeatedly, and the scenes of the first half reappeared in front of his eyes like a flying horse.

In the last few minutes of the first half, he could only vaguely see the figure in the red and white No. 6 jersey.

He didn't understand why the opponent could run back and forth for such a long time without interruption.

Just by following him, he already collapsed.

Until 44 minutes into the first half.

When he fell and was replaced due to lack of energy, he felt finally relieved.

"Wake up, the coach is calling you!"

The towel on his face was removed by his teammates, and the lights in the locker room flickered so that Xiaozhu couldn't open his eyes.

"what happened?"

Seeing his teammates looking at him, he couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

"May I ask you, how did you feel in the first half?" Ram whispered in the little pig's ear.

Van Gaal looked at the tired little pig with a solemn expression.

This is the first time he has seen the opponent so tired after he made Xiaozhu into a midfielder.

In just 45 minutes of the game, a player he was very optimistic about was completely defeated.

He stepped forward and patted Piggy on the shoulder: "How do you feel? I mean Lindy."

It seemed that he was afraid that the other party would not understand, Van Gaal emphasized.

Little Pig seemed to fall into that horrible memory again, and shook his head vigorously, throwing that picture out of his mind.

"Uh... very fast, seems tireless, and... and... the vision is very good, it is rare to see him looking at the position of his teammates before passing the ball, as if...has God's vision?"

"Is that all?" Van Gaal continued to ask.

"Uh...maybe...change direction quickly? Powerful? Defense seems to be very good too! Very...difficult to beat him!"

Seeing that Piggy really couldn't say anything, Van Gaal shook his head, this was not the answer he wanted.

Going on like this will almost make Lindy invincible.

Just now, the atmosphere in the locker room suddenly became very delicate. It seemed that Xiaozhu was indeed defeated both physically and psychologically.

Van Gaal was about to say something, but someone beside him couldn't hold back anymore.

"What is Lindy? I think you were scared by him?" With the man's angry voice, the scar on his face twisted.

Gomez beside him also seemed to feel the man's anger and slight murderous intent, and unconsciously moved to the side.

"What did you say?" The little pig, who was a little embarrassed at first, frowned instantly, stood up and pointed at the scarred face.

"Isn't it? According to you, we should just admit defeat!"

"You..." Little Pig couldn't control himself, and almost wanted to go up and make a move.

Van Buyten next to him hugged the little pig directly to prevent him from making a big mistake.

And Ram and Gomez over there also grabbed Ribery.

If there is a conflict in the dressing room of the away game, the newspapers will flood the entire Bayern Munich the next day!

Van Gaal's face was terribly dark at this time, and he looked at Ribery and Piggy coldly.

Very good, I will let you have a good time when I go back!

But other players seem to have the same idea as Ribery. Piggy's performance today hurt their self-esteem a bit.

They are Bayern Munich, the absolute overlord of the Bundesliga!

Except for Borussia, which has been resisting, they have no single enemy in the Bundesliga!

Van Gaal ignored the angry little pig and looked at Ribery: "What do you think?"

"Attack!" That ferocious face was full of fighting spirit, "Since you may not be able to defend, then attack. Is Bayern still afraid of a mere Atletico Madrid?"

Saying that, Ribery glanced at the little pig provocatively.

Van Gaal's eyes lit up.

That's right, I tried my best to contain one of the opponent's midfielders, but ended up crippling one of my main players.

It almost caused internal strife in the team, which is not worthwhile.

Moreover, Lindy was just attacking in series, let him run and see what he can achieve.

"That's it, we will play offense in the second half, come and watch..."

...

"Lin, how do you feel?"

Lindy is replenishing some electrolytes, facing Simeone's sudden question, he is a little confused.

"Which aspect are you talking about?" He was a little uncertain.

"Uh..." Simeone didn't expect that Lindy didn't understand what he said. Isn't this kid usually with a high EQ?

"I mean, your physical fitness..." gave Lindy a look you understand.

"What? What's wrong with your stamina?"

"Can you still hold on?" Simeone could only speak more clearly. He was a little worried that Lindy would become delirious due to lack of strength.

Hearing this, Lindy seemed to understand what the boss wanted to ask coyly. He was worried about his physical exhaustion and was considering whether to replace himself.

"No problem, boss, don't you know my status?"

Herman on the side handed a simple report to Simeone, shook his head, expressing that he should not believe Lindy's words.

"Do you know how many kilometers you ran in the first half?"

Without waiting for Lindy to shake his head, Simeone took the report and said in an incredulous tone, "A full 8.9 kilometers! Are you trying to break the record?"

"Sigh~"

Everyone in the locker room gasped, isn't this too exaggerated?

"Lin, are you a monster?"

"No wonder, I thought Xiaozhu was injured, but it turned out that you dragged him down!"

"Niu Bee~~ Lin, you are really crazy!"

"Damn it! Niu Bee~~"

The team doctor briefly checked the heart rhythm and other signs, "In my judgment, Lindy should be fine."

Simeone thought that when he was young, the highest record seemed to be 12.7 kilometers.

Lindy's physical fitness has somewhat refreshed his three views. It seems that it is necessary to do a limit test!

"We continued to play like this in the second half..."

...

When the players from both sides returned to the field, Ribery looked at Lindy, who looked like a normal person, and the fighting spirit in his eyes became more and more intense.

He doesn't believe in any talented players, future stars.

I even disdain these titles!

The scar on his face made this "Yankee" who was born in Logne in northern France never enjoy the treatment of a genius boy.

All that awaits him is ridicule, rejection, and failure.

Fate made a joke with him when he was two years old, leaving a long scar on his immature face, from his right cheek to his forehead.

After taking his looks away, it seemed like that wasn't enough.

After Frank Ribery grew to 170cm, he never made an inch.

Such a height has made him suffer from ups and downs in football.

After exhausting his muscles and bones, what is waiting for Franck Ribery is his body and skin.

After going through untold hardships to join the French Ares club, the other party quickly went bankrupt.

This made Ribery cut off all sources of income besides being unable to play football!

It was difficult for him to make ends meet, and he had to work with his father on construction sites in order to eat.

It wasn't until Brest of France 2500 offered him a salary of [-] Euros that he officially started his football career.

These experiences of his have made him always hostile to those players who have enjoyed the treatment of "genius boys" since childhood.

"I, Franck Ribery, was born to challenge injustice!"

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