Chapter 117: rubbish！

"Why am I cramping again, ah--"
As soon as the whistle ended, Schneider tripped on the turf again.
"Ouch, pain, pain, pain, I can't stand it!"
The two thighs were tough, and it was almost fatal. People who have not experienced simultaneous leg cramps do not understand this pain.
But Zheng Zhi understands, but it is not his rich experience in cramps, but the teammates of many domestic clubs in his previous life are often so miserable. He is helping his teammates to press out the experience ...
Schneider's life is also enough to play, running distance second only to Zheng Zhi, although most of the time playing in the front waist position, but the burden of defense has not alleviated at all.
"I haven't played such a tired game in a long time. In my memory, when I was in the youth team, my physical fitness did not keep up. I didn't expect to encounter such a brutal battle now."
"Bernde, maybe the next game will be more cruel."
"Next ..." Schneider murmured, "Bayern."
"We have to die with them again at home."
"No, I'm going to be a big health care tonight."
Fortunately, the medical staff came in at this time, and Zheng Zhi did not need to help him press his leg.
When Zheng Zhi turned around, he happened to see Barak walking towards him. When he approached Zheng Zhi, Barak took the initiative to extend his right hand.
The smile on his face was completely out of dominance and murderousness on the court.
"Good kick."
"You made me full of motivation for the whole game."
Zheng Zhi also smiled and extended his right hand.
"No, no, it's you that made me exhausted throughout the game. Looking at Bernd, he fell down directly."
Barak glanced at his future national teammates and shrugged.
"It's not your problem, it's the team's overall problem. Seriously, you were too surprised to play. I have to admit that you are a strong opponent. At the same age, your performance is not Losing to anyone, at least in the Bundesliga. Oh, maybe one person is an exception. "
Although Barak played in the Bundesliga for a short period of time, less than two years, but as a leader of the younger generation in Germany, he is well aware of every rookie.
"Who?"
"Dessler of Monchengladbach, Sebastian Deisler."
he!
Another talented player in German football, but suffered many injuries and suffered from depression until he retired at the age of 27. Counting time, he is about his age. Of course Zheng Zhi is familiar with Desler.
Deisler was very talented in his youth, and is also known as the successor of Lothar Matteus. Since his debut at the Mönchengladbach football club, he has been favored by football giants. His speed is very fast, the dribbling technique is delicate, the passing point is accurate, and the direct free kick is extremely lethal. Desler has all the technical qualities to become a genius and was once regarded as the future leader of German football.
But ... injuries!
"I know him."
"Huh? Do you know him?"
"Uh, I saw it in a magazine." Zheng Zhi rolled his eyes. He had only been in Germany for more than two months. He might have known Deisler, which is purely the memory of his last life.
"The last time he didn't play, he played against Mönchengladbach."
"He was hurt, and his knee was a bit problem. I was talking to him the day before yesterday. The injury was a bit bad. It is estimated that I would rest for two months." Barak's eyes flashed a faint glance, and he and Des Le's relationship is good.
"This may not be a minor injury, a knee injury, especially when colliding with an opponent, this injury will increase. Over time, it may become a huge hidden injury."
"I advise him not to rush back so quickly," Zheng Zhi thought for a while, and felt that it was still necessary to remind Deisler through Barak's mouth. "We played football on our ankles and knees. We were a little careless. Maybe our career was ruined. When we were young, we probably didn't feel anything, but when we were old, we were in trouble.
Uh, are you very old? Barak froze for a moment and found Zheng Zhi's words strange. However, he expressed his gratitude instead of Slough.
"I will tell him."
"Swap jerseys?" Barak didn't seem to be in a bad mood because of a draw.
"I think so too."
Subsequently, Barak took off the red No. 3, and Zheng Zhi took off the white No. 39.
Fuck, good bullish figure! Looking at Barak's tendon, Zheng Zhi was drooling, envious. Look at yourself again, although there are eight abs, but it is really not enough in front of Barak.
"Your head is okay? I'm so sorry, but you know everyone on the court will go all out."
"You don't need to say sorry, just because I am doing my best."
"Haha ..." The two laughed in unison, and then walked towards the player channel together, looking more like teammates than opponents.
"Michael,"
"You should move to Frankfurt so you can roll sheets with this." In the player's passage, Kaiserslautern forward Richer saw the two of them, and immediately ridiculed them, the words were very unbearable.
It's the repulsive Lishe again. Rishe, who had been bald for half of her head, looked like a murderer. UU read www. uukanshu. com still wants to come to trouble now.
Zheng Zhi does not intend to endure this time.
But Barak suddenly opened his mouth. "Shut up, old guy."
"Do you believe me or not, put your fist in your chrysanthemum!"
Barak gasped and took a step towards Lishe, his white teeth biting his lower lip, obviously he was irritated by the disgusting words of Lishe.
"Michael? Would you please come over and try it?" Rishie wasn't a terrified master. He actually met Barak's gaze, and raised his hand to touch his chin.
"Bitchfuck,"
"Back to the training ground to clean up you!"
"Okay, don't cry and look for mommy." Riche made a throat cut and glanced at Zheng Zhi again.
"Onkey."
Huh, Zheng Zhi sneered a moment, his face suddenly fell.
sudden,
Zheng Zhi jumped forward, and the whole person jumped into the air.
"Wb!"
Almost all of the body's strength was concentrated on the right fist.
boom--
A fierce straight punch hit Rishet's left face!
The strong Lishe was caught off guard, and the huge body fell to the left instantly.
Poof ~
A bright red sprinkled in the air, and two teeth fell down ...
duang!
Riche's body hit the floor heavily.
"Rubbish!"
"Pooh!"
Made! My mouth is dirty once, but I dare to dirty it a second time!
Barak was stunned in an instant, he just talked about it just now, but he didn't expect Zheng Zhi to shoot it directly, and he licked Lishe with one punch?
I am obedient ...