King Bayern

German football broadcasts are very good at conveying silent language through the lens. At this time, a telephoto picture includes Hassler and Bremer together, and in the distance is the scoreboard, 0 to 1, and the home team is behind.

Bremer's prediction of 1860's mentality is very accurate. The current 1860 is like a crazy gambler who has lost. In the new season at their home court, they are crazy to get three points. As Unterhaching's side, The three results of winning, drawing or losing are completely acceptable.

The advantage of mentality made Bremer confident. After taking the lead, Unterhaching put on the bus more firmly and carried out the defensive counterattack to the end.

"..."

Just when Catherine was about to say something, Helen rushed to speak first, "1860 needs someone to stand up. Judging from the situation before the game, 1860's No. 10 has a little injury, but since he can enter the squad, I think Thomas should still consider bringing him in when the time comes."

Catherine wrote on the paper, "So protective of your boyfriend."

Helen just gave Catherine a blank look and said nothing.

On the sidelines, Hassler had already warmed up the players on the bench. He called Paul to his side. Paul and Lauter are the only two high center forwards in the team. Schiller is likely to play a double-center tactic in the second half and kill his opponent.

Unterhaching's defense was like an iron cylinder. In 1860, he made a long pass and lobbed the ball into the penalty area.

The opponent's No. 3 and No. 2 tall central defenders can deal with 80 high balls, and the remaining 20, Lauter can only barely fly the ball.

"Eat," Paul cursed.

"Do you think it would be better for you to go up?" Chen Mu asked.

Paul blushed, "I'm just upset, can't I?"

In fact, as a single striker, Lauter has done a good job of surviving in the cracks. The 1860 players also understand that this style of play is easy to be counterattacked by the opponent.

Hasler pressed down with both hands and asked the midfielder to take the ball. He already had a premonition that this would be bad.

"Daniel, keep the ball at your feet, we lost the ball too quickly."

Bayer heard the coach's instructions and took the ball in the midfield. In this way, the two sides formed a strange balance of power, 1860 slowed down the attack, and Unterhaching could not shrink back.

", all 11 opponents have retreated," someone in the Blue Lions cursed, and everyone knew that the team's offensive ability was limited, so the situation was really bad, Lauter seemed to have disappeared.

"Curse, scold me."

"Unterhaching is a coward."

"Unterhaching is a coward."

"Unterhaching."

Behind Unterhaching's goal is the South Stand, where 1860's most fanatical fans are located.

In the end, the Blue Lion simply greeted Unterhaching's players with the German national curse, but as a professional player, anyone who has not been scolded by fans will be ashamed to meet people.

Hassler turned his head and glanced at Chen Mu, "If Chen Mu is on the court now, the team's 75 possession rate will definitely be transformed into an attack and even a chance to score goals."

Just when the rhythm became very slow, Unterhaching's Slovenian titan Goran Sukalo had actually been staring at Bayer.

Finally, he found a chance to steal the ball at Bayer's feet with a fierce fight in the midfield. The players on the bench rushed out, and Hasler complained to the referee.

"Foul!"

But the referee felt that this was a [-]-[-] fight. Bayer was too sticky to the ball. In terms of physical confrontation alone, the Bundesliga was more intense than the Bundesliga.

Immediately after Golan Sukalo steals the ball, he assigns it to No. 9, and the 1860 fans immediately have an ominous premonition that the nightmare will repeat itself.

Another counterattack!

The protest was useless, Unterhaching's offense was advancing rapidly, No. 9 and No. 11 made a cross movement, and the ball passed to No. 11's feet.

The counterattack was advanced very quickly. Unterhaching only invested 3 people, namely No. 9, No. 11, and Golan Sukalo who stole the ball.

No. 11 made a kick pass, and 1860's defensive players were all on position. Schaefer stared at No. 9, while Brazilian Costa was watching Golan Sucalo.

When the No. 11 pass was made, I saw the tall Golan Sukalo. The 1.9-meter-three Slovenian was the first altitude in the penalty area at this time.

The ball arrives!

Goransukalo was fighting for the top with Costa, and the atmosphere was so tense that the 1860 players on the bench lowered their heads and did not dare to look at it. As long as the opponent hits the ball, it will undoubtedly score, because the distance from the goal is really far away. too close.

Golan Sukalo threw himself like a sandbag to the opponent when he jumped up. This action is very thief and it is easy to hurt the opponent.

Costa took the risk of injury and head-to-head with Golan Sukalo, and in the end the taller Golan Sukalo hit the ball.

Seeing the ball fly into 1860's gate again, Helen was speechless, but Catherine said calmly: "1860 paid the price for their underestimation of the enemy, it seems that 1860's return to the Bundesliga has become a distant thing. "

A 0-2 deficit at home turned the Blue Lions into angry bulls, and they took out their anger on team general manager Wilde Moser.

"Go away, Wildmoser."

"Wildemoser."

Wildmoser in the box had a livid face and his clenched fists were shaking. He didn't spend money on the team this summer, but now it seems that he is indeed too optimistic.

Hassler and Balakov were also pale-faced.

"Thomas, we were wrong, maybe we should play on the counter-attack too."

"Hehe, defensive counterattack? This is our home court. When you speak, go through your mind first."

In a fit of anger, Hassler spoke more simply and rudely. Balakov knew he was wrong, so he remained silent.

Paul, who was angry like a Spanish bull just now, sat back on the bench. He knew the current situation, and it was useless for him to play. If he was behind by one goal, he might still come back, but two goals?too difficult.

Paul expected Chen Mu to say something, even if it was a curse word to relieve his anger, but Chen Mu didn't say anything, but took out tape to wrap the leg guards.

"Chen, what are you doing?"

"Warm up and go."

"But your legs."

Paul feels that in the current situation, even a healthy Chen Mu is useless, let alone an injured Chen Mu. The league is very long, and now is not the time to work hard.

Chen Mu wrapped up his shin guards, put on his substitute vest and ran out of the bench. Before reaching the south stand, Mark and the blue lions saw Chen Mu running out, and immediately remembered the bet Chen Mu had made with himself.

Fans who had no expectations at first suddenly began to look forward to something because of that ridiculous bet.

"Is he really going to play?"