Vol 3 Chapter 211: Pulsatilla is awesome!

Bayern scored 2:1 in the match that started one day late, and currently ranks third in the standings for Leverkusen, so Zhou Tiancheng's lore goal is crucial. Dortmund has kept pace with Bayern. I don’t know how many. Bayern fans hope that Schalke will stop Dortmund. Even if they know the past clashes, they still have a ray of hope: Derby is always easy to play at a super level, and occasionally open a hook, can't it be normal?
Almost their wishful thinking came true. Fortunately, Zhou Tiancheng, Dortmund bit.
Klopp can relax a little, then against Freiburg, according to convention, this game is a chance for some main players to rotate.
Klopp adjusted three main players in rotation: Zhou Tiancheng, Goetze and Humels, Dortmund midfielder is no shortage of people, two midfielders do not play, Sahin and Jing Doan can also come up. Klopp still loves these main players very much. Immediately the Bundesliga will make way for the first FIFA match day this year. These internationals are the main force of the national team. Klopp tries his best to give everyone a full rest.
None of them entered the big roster, Zhou Tiancheng had a rare time to accompany his wife at home before going to the national team.
What makes Chu Yunling speechless is that Zhou Tiancheng is at home, and it is indeed quite easy to serve tea and water, but sitting with himself, there is still football on TV, and it is still a highlight of his game...
"Oh, Ah Cheng, turn off the TV, it's football all day and night! As soon as you play football, this little guy will be restless... you see him playing me again!"
"Really? This little guy has a future! Lying trough, you see, this goal has been scored. World wave, easy..."
"Are you off? He kicked me again, ah!" Chu Yunling was very dissatisfied and was about to get angry.
"Really? This little guy can!" Zhou Tiancheng listened carefully on Chu Yunling's ear. Just one more goal was broadcast on TV, and Zhou Tiancheng felt the power of the restlessness in the little guy.
"Ha ha ha ha ha! Wife, this kid will definitely be in the future!"
Chu Yunling smiled and shook her head, pretending that she wanted to drink water, and when Zhou Tiancheng turned around to pick up the water, she touched her eight-month-old belly and looked back at Zhou Tiancheng, laughing helplessly. Shook his head.
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On this month's international competition day, the Brazil World Cup Asian Top Ten only plays one game. The Chinese team will travel to Tashkent to challenge Uzbekistan away.
Because Jiang Hao's injury has not fully recovered, the national team coach decided to not call him this game day after measuring the performance of his Ruhr Derby, so the Chinese team going to the away team has only four returnees.
But the biggest focus of this is not the first unprecedented Golden Globe winner in the national team, but Chen Pengfei who returned from Naples.
It's no wonder, let alone the media, when he appeared, Zhou Tiancheng was stunned by him.
The hair was curled, and Chen Pengfei deliberately dyed it from black to white. If he was not carrying the bag, he would call "cheng brother" when he met. Zhou Tiancheng thought that he had run into the fan's grandpa who was lost.
"I said Pengfei, what are you doing?"
"Brother, how is it? Is my hair very distinctive?"
Zhou Tiancheng watched for a long time, and even reached out to shove, and finally nodded slowly: "It's not a wig, Pengfei I serve you, how do you want to make it like this?"
Chen Pengfei thought for a while: "This is more convenient for fans to recognize people, at the request of everyone. I don't have a brother like you. I can only think of a way to do it on my hair. I wanted to dye it golden, but it was too eye-catching. Now, everyone said that it was dyed white, and the pulsatilla was fierce. I thought it made sense."
After listening to his answer, Zhou Tiancheng asked, "Peng Fei, I am seriously asking you a question. Do you have a girlfriend now?"
Chen Pengfei shook his head: "Originally there was one in Freiburg. It was yellow. Didn't it just go to Naples? I haven't had a chance to meet the Italian model. Hahaha!"
Zhou Tiancheng shook his head: "Then you are miserable! With your hairstyle, at the age of twenty-four, it looks like you have to double up at the age of forty-two. Are you ready to be a single dog?"
Chen Pengfei didn't care at all: "Take care of him, let's mix up the grades first. If I have the ability to become a brother, this reputation, I still need to worry about this? Haha!"
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He is indeed the most eye-catching among all the players of the Chinese team, so that the media shots will always find him in the training ground.
This is true when including games.
Especially in the case of Uzbekistan's defensive counterattack, Chen Pengfei's hair style brought trouble to himself. The opponent players would basically not miss him. The speed may not be able to keep up, but looking for a pulsatilla among a bunch of black-haired players, Even if you lose it, you can focus on it with just a little attention.
Even CCTV's commentary Liu Jianhong ridiculed that Chen Pengfei's limited space to catch the ball was dragged down by his hairstyle: "Today the Chinese team's left road is not open, Chen Pengfei will encounter a close-fitting to grab the ball, it is too easy for the opponent to stare at him, his Hair style is the sign. Players certainly have the right to pursue individuality, but they cause trouble for themselves~EbookFREE.me~ but it's more than worth the loss."
However, the opponent can only surround him. Chen Pengfei's ball protection and handling rhythm is obviously faster than that of Uzbekistan players. All he needs is space.
And this has to rely on Zhou Tiancheng to create for him.
As long as the Chinese team passes continuously through the midfield, Zhou Tiancheng forms a dribble breakthrough, the opponent will inevitably shrink towards the middle and grab, and the side will naturally have room.
In the sixty-seventh minute of the game, Zhou Tiancheng grasped the timing of the pass. He passed the top pass to Chen Pengfei and sent the pass. He directly entered the penalty area and faced the two central defenders.
Chen Pengfei first turned to the horizontal direction, deducted the center defender Ismelov who rushed to rush, and then turned back. Two consecutive pulls changed the direction, completely turning the opponent's center defender, and then vigorously The blast broke the opponent's goal.
Liu Jianhong was immediately excited: "A good shot! This goal has been scored and the score has been entered!!! Chen Pengfei finally got the opportunity to show his ability-before that he had a similar goal in Naples, That's his first Serie A goal! It looks like this white hair did bring him good luck. We have reason to believe that he has achieved more than Serie A's famous white-headed Fabrizio Lavanelli!"
As soon as Liu Jianhong said this, the old fans immediately disagreed.
"Is Ravanelli very strong? Juventus is at the peak of ten goals in the season. This data is barely acceptable to the forward, right?"
"Jian Hong, but the old Serie A commentary, should not make such a mistake!"
"Pulsatilla Peng Pengfei Niu! Serie A rivers and lakes is the only gangster-class Pulsatilla, no semicolon!"
"Awesome, now we can really go to Brazil! [Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...""
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