Golden Greenery

After the formation shrunk in the second half, the acceleration space of Valdez and Dawn was greatly reduced. The back line led by Mertesacker finally no longer had to use everything. Zhuoyang and Butcher De Jong no longer have to rush back and forth to switch offense and defense. They and their second brother form the first line of defense to block the opponent, gradually silencing Werder Bremen's two speed monkeys.

Hassler, the short-footed tiger in the frontcourt, took over the responsibility of offensive organization. As the offensive core of the German national team for more than ten years, this is his familiarity. The short-footed tiger is always a bit old and cannot run or rush. But precisely because of his age, his ability to hold the ball, protect the ball and distribute the ball is extremely bad. With just a few simple moves, he can move the football around without saying a word, and the contempt in the eyes of the short-legged tiger can make his opponents want to beat him. But then again, no one in Werder Bremen dares to glare at Hasler even among the top players in the first division.

Scar Ribery completely gave up on defense and focused on attacking in three directions: left, center and right. Although Scar's absolute speed is not very fast and is slightly stronger than his brothers, Scar's activation speed is terrifying. Obviously starting at the same time, Ribery's short legs can knock you out in an instant with three kicks and two kicks. It is not an ordinary difficulty to catch up. What's more, Scar's pace is very high and his combination of man and ball is very good. Running with the ball is no different from running on empty.

The formation was at the back, but Madibao was alive. The defense stabilized, and the midfielders of Brother Zhuo Yang also reversed their disadvantage. You came and I didn't suffer any loss. On the surface, Werder Bremen still suppressed Madiburg and beat them again, but in fact, Werder Bremen had no possession of the ball and posed very few threats. There was no way to compare with the first half. . In the second half, Werder Bremen controlled the ball most of the time, just meaninglessly kicking back and forth on the outside, while Madibao's counterattack was vigorous.

Direct long passes from Zhuoyang and his second brother or through passes through Dwarf Tiger support, Scar can mess up Werder Bremen's backcourt after receiving the ball. You prevent him from playing the ball, and Ribery will directly pass you with speed. If you prevent him from breaking through, Scar will be able to slide inside when he cuts inside.

However, how else can we say it is a powerful back line? Although the chaos is chaotic, it always prevents Madibao from catching good shooting opportunities, especially Schultz, Kolstadzic, and Magnin. They are all well-informed and experienced. People fill up the positions layer upon layer. Coupled with the steady and refined goalkeeper Burrell, he managed to keep Werder Bremen's goal watertight.

The situation has been restored, but what's the point of not scoring a goal? Madibao's counterattack became more and more fierce, and a group of young masters became red-eyed. The more Werder Bremen played, the better they felt. They simply focused on defense and let you be beaten by wind and waves. Anyway, it doesn't matter if we draw them. There is still a home game in the next round, so there is plenty of time to deal with your little C-level team.

Even if Werder Bremen recovers a little, Zhuo Yang doesn't dare to be careless. The speed of those two monkeys is really no joke. They rush you when they are told, without any ambiguity. Zhuo Yang led the midfielder but still did not dare to press forward too much. The two teams formed a defensive backcourt and each counterattacked.

It seems that no one wants to score!

Unknowingly, the game reached more than eighty minutes, and there was not much time left in the game. After Mertesacker stole the ball in the backcourt, he strode forward and only advanced about ten meters. It didn't feel right, so he didn't dare to be too presumptuous, and then handed the ball to Zhuoyang. Zhuoyang was caught by Ernst when he got the ball, but he had no good way to deal with Zhuoyang and could only slow down the rhythm of the attack.

Zhuoyang turned his back to Ernst and pulled the football again and again, then turned around and played it lightly. He knew Scar's position before turning around. This was due to their familiarity with the formation and their mutual understanding.

The moment he turned around, Zhuoyang raised his head and glanced at Scar. Ribery immediately knew what Zhuoyang meant, and started to thrust forward diagonally without even thinking about it. At the same time, Zhuo Yang's long pass of more than 40 meters roared out.

When the person arrives and the ball arrives, Scar and the football arrive at the same time. The French winger gently removed the football with the outside of his foot and took advantage of the situation to break through Korchinets' side. This long pass was sudden and very precise. Scar passed the ball and completed it in one go without any sloppiness. If Ribery succeeds in breaking through, he will directly enter the penalty area and face the goalkeeper, forming the best shooting opportunity in the game.

In desperation, Korchinets grabbed Scar's jersey, and Ribery lost his center of gravity at high speed and fell to the ground. ‘Beep——’, the referee’s whistle sounded, Korchinets received a yellow card, and Madibao received a direct free kick from the frontcourt in an excellent position.

"Come on, come on, let's see how dare I change the look of the world with a cloud-piercing arrow." Hassler, the short-legged tiger, gasped arrogantly: "You all should learn from it, this is my brother's unique skill!"

Hassler felt really good about himself today, and the location was perfect. Five or six meters to the left in front of the penalty area is exactly where he is most confident.

Werder Bremen was not careless at all. Everyone returned to the penalty area to participate in defense. There were six people lined up on the human wall alone. There is no way, Hassler's reputation is too famous, no one knows when such an old thief will do something wrong.

The short-legged tiger held the football and stamped the turf firmly with his feet to create a flat area of ​​thirty centimeters. Then he placed the football gently on the ground with the valve facing to the right, very focused and very particular.

The short-footed tiger stared at the football on the ground and began to retreat step by step. ...seven...eight...nine...ten! A full ten steps, no more, no less. With slumped shoulders and slumped hips, hands on hips, Hassler stood at ease, like a two-legged boy.

The referee raised his right hand and said, ‘Beep——’!

Hassler started to run in small steps. Goalkeeper Burrell stood on the goal line, slightly to the left of the center of the goal. He squatted lightly on his knees, opened his arms slightly, spread his big hands in a posture of turning the tide, and looked through the wall. The edge of the man stared at Hassler nervously.

The short steps of the short-footed tiger turned into a run, and the speed became faster and faster. The six people who formed the human wall had their legs tightly clamped, and their hands moved up and down to protect their vitals and chest. Like the little widows who were about to suffer family consequences in ancient times, there was some fear in their eyes.

Hassler, who was traveling at high speed, stepped hard on his left foot 45 centimeters to the left of the football. He pushed his front foot downwards and his toes clung to the soil under the turf as if they were going to dig through the soles of the shoes.

The left arm hangs naturally and the right arm is extended to do free pull-ups. Hasler's entire body tilted to the left and back, and his right leg was raised high back. The muscles from the calf to the toes have been tightened, and every tendon is like a spring ready to go.

Hasler's eyes were fixed on the football. From the beginning of his approach, he only looked at the football and did not even glance at the goal. For a veteran who has been in football for 20 years, the goal is not on the field at all, only in his mind.

"Snapped!!"

Hasler's right foot struck the football like a whip. The football fled from the ground like a frightened falcon, whirling upward, to the right, and forward with a strong spin.

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