From the Country Team To the Rich

Chapter 369 The Great Emperor Comes

Inside the VIP room of the Rhein Neckar Arena.

Zhang Xian sat with the general manager of Munich 1900 Hedis.

Taking a brief look at the starting lineup, Zhang Xian said with a narrow gaze; "Dietra and Hardy didn't play, are you preparing for the Champions League on the 27th?"

Hades shrugged and said with a smile; "We are in the same group as Trafford, and we dare not be careless in the face of the red devil led by the Jazz."

Zhang Xian nodded, and he was not angry at being underestimated.

Dignity has always been won by oneself. Hoffenheim is only a newly promoted team. There is really no need for 1900 Munich to release the strongest lineup.

"Alex and Bialdini are very useful, especially the latter, you have trained very well."

After finishing speaking, Hades looked at Zhang Xian with great interest.

The latter turned his head and glanced at Hades lightly, and said, "Is this your bad taste? Also, Biartini grew up a lot in Dortmund, and it's not all due to us. Maybe you can talk to Dortmund." Mr. Zuo Lun discussed this issue."

Khedira shrugged and smiled; "I want to do the same, but he doesn't seem to like me."

Zhang Xian smiled and said, "Who would like someone who always poachs their own corners?"

Khedira waved his hand and said: "No, no, no, we compete fairly. I never force anyone, I just let the players choose themselves. And Zuo Lun did not do this kind of thing less, they face the whole of Germany, and we only dig The family."

Zhang Xian: "."

While the two were talking, the game had already begun.

Munich 1900 kicks off first.

At the beginning of the game, 1900 Munich launched a fierce attack on the left.

They relied on Alex's speed to keep advancing, making Hoffenheim's defense a bit shaky.

If it weren't for Silva who is still strong and knows Alex well enough, he may have scored a goal.

Looking at the threatening Alex in the arena, Zhang Xian couldn't help rubbing his brows.

How did he not find Alex so difficult before?

"Alex is faster."

At this time, Hedis said: "His running posture has problems. After he joined Munich 1900, we invited an excellent track and field coach to train his running posture. Now he can run faster and full of explosive power. .”

in the arena,

Silva was already feeling a bit rough after bearing the impact of Alex twice.

"Damn, why does this guy feel faster." Silva muttered, beckoning other teammates to move closer to the left.

He felt that he couldn't bear it alone.

Munich 1900 is very egotistical.

They used Alex as a drill and continued to attack on the left wing, trying to break through Hoffenheim's defense directly.

This will not only score goals, but also destroy the morale of Hoffenheim.

But Hoffenheim's team defense is much better than they imagined.

The filling speed is very fast, and there is no gap for Munich 1900 to advance forward at all.

After a full 10 minutes of manic attack, Munich 1900 finally slowed down, which also made Hoffenheim breathe a sigh of relief.

"We're going to get the ball."

Taking advantage of the dead ball, Habr approached Rudy Mode and said.

The latter nodded and said, "Extremely strong frontcourt press."

Hubbard nodded.

When the ball came out again, the Hoffenheim players rushed over like hungry wolves.

From the halftime of Munich 1900, they frantically sieged and intercepted. This extremely oppressive pressing made them very uncomfortable.

Finally, he was intercepted by Ranier's flexible movement during a pass.

Hoffenheim finally got the ball.

"Passback! Passback!"

Hubbard shouted immediately.

Ranier turned and passed the ball.

Huber knocked against the ball, and the ball made a right-angle turn and flew towards Ludimod.

Ludimod continued to pull back, while Habr cruised to his side to meet him.

The pressing threat of Munich 1900 is not great, so Hoffenheim's pouring becomes smoother and smoother.

After finally getting the rhythm back, Hoffenheim began to push forward.

Ludimode, Habr, and Ranier are the core, and they are constantly passed on.

Occasionally, Silva and Azoko will come forward to support, or Leo and Ibstruij will retreat to support.

Various triangle formations began to emerge.

Hoffenheim simply used one-foot touch to make full use of the depth of the field, constantly involving the formation of Munich 1900.

Even, Hoffenheim sometimes sent the ball near the opponent's penalty area.

But because the timing was wrong, the passback was made very quickly.

Under this kind of non-brief attempt, Hoffenheim even faintly suppressed Munich 1900?

In the VIP room, Hedis let out a sigh and said, "Is this your pass control? It's a bit like Barcelona, ​​but you need more control over the ball."

And even more oppressive!

Munich 1900 played against Barcelona a lot, and their monkey-swiping tactics are really annoying.

The ball is passed back and forth, and it feels uncomfortable to be led by the nose.

But Barcelona's pass control is more about straight up and down, while Hoffenheim is different. This kind of pass control is not only suppressive, but also relies on the width of the field to sway from side to side to tear their own defense.

And this tactic seems even more annoying!

Zhang Xian chuckled, but did not respond.

He looked at the court, watching him quietly push forward.

He swapped positions with Ranier.

This made Zhang Xian look forward to it.

Sure enough, when Ibstruij passed the ball to Ranier, Ranier suddenly pushed the ball to Habr with an arch.

Habr received the ball sideways, and slammed the ball with his outer instep.

The ball passed through the gap in Munich's 1900 defense line like a comet, and went straight to Jamie's feet.

It's just that this time Jamie failed to advance perfectly, and there was Losley beside him.

The two got entangled once, and you pushed and shoved towards the ball's landing point.

In the end, Jamie fell straight down and hit the ball hard with the soles of his feet.

The position is accurate, but the angle is too straight.

The goalkeeper of Munich 1900 fell sideways and blocked the ball with one hand.

"what!!!!!!!!"

The on-site commentator Xi Boli held his head and shouted with pity; "Almost, almost, this is really terrible."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the ball flying near the penalty area line.

And there, Ibstrui rushed to the ball at high speed, facing the bouncing ball, volleyed sideways vigorously.

The ball drilled through the crowd like a cannonball and hung straight into the dead corner.

Swish! ! !

The net was jacked up high.

At this moment, the entire Rhein Neckar Arena was quiet for a while.

Everyone stared blankly at this scene.

While everyone was watching, Ibstruij ran towards the corner, flew high and waved his arms fiercely.

He put his legs down, raised his chest, and looked around with a pair of eagle-like eyes.

It's like a great emperor descending, disdainful of the audience!

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