Vol 2 Chapter 195: Black bomber (on)

In the remaining 20 minutes of the first half, the Tubingen youth still had a chance to break the door, but the hot Mr. Kimbos commanded the team through Feaver, retracted properly, preserved physical strength, and could not over-stimulate the already manic Shaq Seoul 04!
The background board for the Tubingen youth to create a history of the German Cup is the Schalke 04 of the German Cup champion last year, and the Schalke 04 of the Bundesliga is undoubtedly strong. After realizing this, Shaker 04 has forgotten the huge rewards of the champion, and has forgotten that the Prime Minister is in the stands. They are working for their own honor and for the honor of the professional team.
No one wants to be a background board, to be a stepping stone to others' fame!
Therefore, although the experienced Schalke coach Stevens still maintains sufficient sanity, the players have become restless and their movements have grown involuntarily. Faced with the retreat of the Tubingen youth, Schalke 04 team members turned their attention from offensive to offensive aspects. At this time, they will face a veteran of Tubingen youths who are experienced, physically fit, will soon retire, and have never appeared on this stage!
These old guys, led by Feifeer, have spent a lifetime in the football circle. They know better than young people. Opportunities never come again! This German Cup final may be the only time in their life, they can not compare to Ozil, Wang Ai and others. Therefore, what the performance of this game will be probably the most important comment in their lifetime!
A midfield whistle sounded, looking at the 2-0 lead score, Feiffel wiped his sweaty hair, comforted and Luo Tongliang high-five. After walking off the court, Mr. Gimbos led the coaching staff and substitutes. Players, club staff applauded collectively. On the other side, the Schalke 04 star with a little discouragement in their anger.
They can't figure out why.
"Why is this?" Mr. Gimbos smiled and talked in the locker room of the visiting team. "Because we are united, because we are passionate, because we have an insatiable thirst for honor, because we have exquisite technology and vitality. Field, because we have experienced, hot and cunning backcourt. So ... I thank you! If you win today, it will be not only your honor but also my honor. Once you win, I will hold a big PATTY My assistant will give each of our team members, our partners, our friends a 'Emperor Package!' "
The last time "The Third Sister Liu" jumped the wall of the Buddha is unforgettable. It was eaten by seven or eight people, but this time, is it necessary to have one person and one altar?
The wailing cries rang through Tubingen's youth's dressing room!
"Old white, how do you feel?"
As the two sides lined up, Wang Ai stepped up to chat with Bai Guanghai.
"Excellent!" Bai Guanghai patted his chest and followed Wang Ai's hard training for half a year. Old Bai's lean and lean body also had muscle bulges and thumped.
"Remember what I said when Luo was here?" Wang Aiyi pointed out.
"Huh?" Bai Guanghai calmed down and took a deep breath: "You mean, today is my performance day?"
"That's right!" Wang Ai patted Lao Bai's shoulder with encouragement: "Brother Bai, the past is hard to follow, no need to mention it. Today, all Germany, China, and the world should know a new Bai Guanghai, one from China's obscure striker. You worked hard for a season, and Mueller ’s headers have been broken by you two sets. All your efforts should shine today! Bai Bai, it's yours! "
Although a goal has been scored, at this moment Wang Ai still asks the insanely trembling old white who involuntarily asks: "Me, can I do it?"
Wang Aigang grinned what to say, and Bai Guanghai suddenly raised his eyebrows and said to himself: "I can! What can I do? I'm the best shooter, I'm the main force of the national youth! Yes, it's my turn to turn white Now! It's my time to Bai Guanghai, it's time for me to enjoy it! "
Wang Ai gave a high-five with Lao Bai: "Lao Bai, next I will do my best to help you, come up with all your strength technology and wisdom, let the whole world know you, and get to know our Chinese super shooter!"
"What are you talking about?" Ozil grunted, turning his eyes to Wang Ai.
"I'm going to assist Olson with all my strength." Wang Ai glanced at Ozil: "Mesut, you have to wait for revenge."
Ozil made a sigh and shook his head: "I have no hate. On the contrary, the shot in the first half made me feel that I should still play with peace of mind and not be too violent." Speaking of this, Ozil was envious Aimed at Wang Ai's muscular body: "Although we are still small, I am definitely not the same type as you, you beast!"
Wang Ai struck Ozil's shoulder hard, Ozil grinned and grinned.
This scene fell into the eyes of both coaches, sighing each other: young is good, not nervous at all.
Franz whistle blew the second half of the game.
After the adjustment of the intermission, Schalke 04 began to adapt to the young and sharp offensive style of Tubingen's youth. Frequently, high-intensity physical collisions destroyed the organization of Tubingen's youth, regardless of the front or backcourt. All pose a huge threat.
Although it ’s ugly to play like this, Schalke 04 also has a dilemma: we really do n’t want to be a background board!
In the hissing from the Olympic Stadium from time to time, Schalke 04's tenacious little changed the game situation. Under the impact of the powerful Schalke youth, the organization of the Tubingen slowly disintegrated and fell into the difficult situation of individual combat. in.
This game was on Saturday night in German time, early in the morning on Sunday in China. Even in such a non-prime time period, in the excitement of Chinese football breaking into the World Cup for the first time, CCTV was still surprised by German TV II. Taiwan bought the broadcasting right. This also made the German football world realize for the first time that German football's influence and commercial value in the Far East, and more aware of the commercial potential of this southern German country team.
In the limelight, when the Tubingen youth was in trouble, Mr. Kimbos, who had always been at ease, stood up from the coach seat and, under the attention of VIPs, spectators and viewers in front of the TV, a standard gentleman suit Xu Genbao and Mr. Gimbos slowly paced to the side of the field.
Chinese narrators spit on the subconscious throat, wouldn't he tear off the gentleman's disguise and swear, right?