Chapter 112: Who is he?

　　 "Grafitte! The Brazilian striker who once ran to the far east to play football scored the 16th goal of the season. He only scored two goals less than Ibisevich, and the latter has been reimbursed for the season!"
　　 "Who would like to know that Grafite can play such a performance in Wolfsburg, Magat has 8 million euros without white flowers!"
　　 Adam Simpson flipped his lips up and down to comment on this beautiful goal, and kept looking at the assistant next to him.
　　 But when Adam Simpson said all the things he could tout, the assistants around him still didn't respond...
　　 "Of course, the most spectacular goal of Wolfsburg's 38th best precision straight, he used a juggling-style scissors foot to send the pass, Magath was really lucky..."
"This is an excellent young player from the Wolfsburg youth camp... Well, I admit that I can't go on..." Adam Simpson covered his face helplessly, "I don’t know anything about No. 38 Best , Uh, I think I should change my assistant."
Philip and Russ could not help laughing in front of the TV screen. Indeed, apart from inside Wolfsburg, few outsiders did know that Best, who had once performed at the Allianz Arena, had returned.
　　 Adam Simpson's self-ridiculous words made the audience laugh, but he walked out of the studio with a shameless face, "What about the material?"
　　 The young assistant handed over a piece of paper.
　　 "The U19 youth team was directly promoted to the first team after playing a game, did not play in the U23 league?" Adam Simpson reprimanded with a long face in a low voice, "What is this sentence?"
　　 "I don't know when he will transfer, how old he is, or even his nationality...it looks like an Asian..."
　　 "I have contacted Wolfsburg, but I couldn't find anyone in a while..."
Adam Simpson twitched his lips and returned to the studio. "It's eighty-two minutes, plus ten minutes of injury time, let's see if Wolfsburg can get the first game of the season. Away away."
　　After a wonderful assist, Sun Wu clearly felt a significant change in the attitude of his teammates. Every time he ran to the neutral position, the teammates would pass the ball as soon as possible.
　　Sun Wu's face showed a smile, this feeling is really very very good......
Although Leverkusen was very dissatisfied with seeing the hand's three-pointer turn into a one-pointer, although Wolfsburg really wanted to get the first away three-pointer of the season, neither team dared to make a big push. In the fear of the opponent's striker combination.
　　 This season's Bundesliga shooter list is relatively strange, Tony, Klose, Podolski are in a sluggish state, the famous shooter only Stuttgart's Gomez maintained a high goal rate.
　　The other team, first of all, the Hoffenheim shooter Ibisevich in the first half of the season, and then the double guns of Wolfsburg and the pharmaceutical factory.
　　Graffitt, Dzeko, Kiessling and Helmers have scored double digits this season. In the past few years, the Bundesliga scored 17 or 8 goals enough to compete for the top scorer...
　　 So both teams are afraid of it, laying heavy soldiers in the midfield and backfield to prevent the chickens from flying at the last moment.
　　 But Sun Wu was not satisfied with the 2 to 2 in front of him, but he wanted to score in the remaining ten minutes, and his chances were very limited.
　　 "Do you need to adjust?" Rolf asked in a low voice: "It seems that Best doesn't want to move forward."
　　 Magath carefully looked at the situation on the court. Sun Wu pulled back and received the ball again and again, but every pass was a return and a cross. It seemed that he was very satisfied with the score of 2 to 2 in front of him.
"No need." Magath smiled at the corner of his mouth, and returned to the coach seat to sit down, thinking in his heart, such a cunning player seems very, very rare, and more importantly, Best has a clear tactical purpose in mind, not the body. Intuition after being in the situation.
　　An opportunity for a throw-in, Sun Wu whispered with Zheke: "Edin, wait a moment before I will insert, you pull out closer to me."
　　 Zheke turned his head slightly and ran away without blinking.
　　When Sun Wu's midfielder retreated and Josue controlled the midfield with running and passing, with Leverkusen's ability to try to counterattack the ball... the possibility is very low.
Bidal has tried to keep up and tried to steal the ball twice. One time Josue sent the ball directly to the goalkeeper after 40 meters, and the other time Sun Wu’s oblique plug sent Hasebe Bucheng to send a threat on the side. Cross, then Vidal calmed down.
"Actually, Wolfsburg is not a ball-controlling team." Adam Simpson looked at this scene with great interest. "Although both are playing in the midfield, Best and Misimovic have very good The big difference is that his offensive methods are more diverse, the passing is both stable and adventurous, and now Best is more like a midfielder with stronger organizational skills..."
　　 The voice just fell, and Wolfsburg launched a long-planned offensive, the time was 89 minutes.
Gentnerineche on the left was blocked and sent the ball to the foot of Sun Wu in the middle of the road. The latter looked at Josue behind him, but suddenly wore the gear and dropped the midfielder Rolfes. At the foot of the Japanese captain on the right, Bidal’s ability to run is too late...
　　The Pecaric on the right side came up, but Hasebe was inwardly pushing the ball to Dzeko who pulled it out of the penalty area.
　　 had a long-planned Zheke outside instep to send the ball to Sun Wu who inserted the ball at high speed.
　　After Graffite started running towards the defense line in front of him, Zheke sprinted backwards, everything was in Sun Wu's plan...
　　 There was a smile on Magath's face. He saw that Gentner on the left had quietly appeared on the left side of the penalty area and was unmarked...
　　 But it was not only Magath and Sun Wu who saw the gap, but Tony Cross.
　　When Sun Wu was about to lift his foot to send out the diagonal plug, Tony Cross decisively put the shovel on the side rear and put Sun Wu down with the ball.
Magath on the sidelines roared loudly with his hands open. If there was no foul, Gentner would get a good opportunity to shoot in the penalty area, but now it became a free kick, and Misimovic was not on the field, the team There are no free kick players.
　　Sun Wu was picked up by Cross and said with a smile: "Timely foul."
　　 Cross shrugged and glanced calmly at the referee's yellow card. "I should have fouled that time over a year ago."
　　Sun Wu knew that the opponent was saying that he had a backslash and assisted at the last moment. UU reading www. uukanshu. com
　　In fact, Cross also left a very deep impression on Sun Wu, such as...
　　 "Are you coming, or me?" Josue stood in front of the ball and whispered, covering his mouth with his hand, "I remember you kicked a free kick on the training ground."
　　 "Well, I'll come." Sun Wu pursed his lips, "one step and one step."
　　 "Is it necessary?" If Suez is a little surprised, if it is a step and a step, the timing of the other person's wall will be highly targeted.
　　 "Come on." Sun Wu bent down to swing the ball again.
　　 "The injury stoppage time is 3 minutes, it is already 91 minutes." Adam Simpson looked down at the information. "This season Wolfsburg has no direct free kick goals..."
　　 "Don't look at that Brazilian, it must be the 38th penalty..." Cross in the wall is very confident in his judgment for no reason.
　　Sun Wu seemed to hear something and looked up at the wall.
　　The eyes of the two people meet in the air, and Cross seems to feel something in a trance...
　　 But I didn’t have time to think about anything else. Cross looked at the Brazilian on the other side and stepped on the ball and yelled, "1,2,3, jump!"
　　Sun Wu's running distance is very short, use the inside of the foot to push the center position of the middle ball flat.
　　 "Gooooooooooo!"
"Gosh, a free kick in injury time and stoppage time. No. 38 Best kicked a low ball, which just passed under Cross's foot. One of the best goalkeepers in the Bundesliga, Adler did not even do it. Make a save!"
　　 Adam Simpson's crazy howling sounded in front of each TV screen.
　　 "I just want to know now, who is he!?"
　　 "Who is he!?"