King Bayern

Lauter and Chen Mu looked at each other, and the two of them have become the most leisurely two people, almost like fans.

The team was under pressure, and the ball couldn't pass halftime. If they had defended from the beginning, they might still have a chance now, but 1860 chose the "overreaching" tactic.

"Benjamin, why are you running back?"

"Go back and help defend."

"Such a big half, can you be alone?"

"Am I just standing there?"

Chen Mu is still waiting for the 30 minutes to come, so he can have a good fight with his opponent. How can he do it if there is no one in front?

"You are in the front, we have a counterattack point, you think about it yourself."

Lauter thought about it, and he was right.

But this feeling is too uncomfortable. Team sports are like this. Just like war, the feeling of wanting to kill a thief but being powerless is the most aggrieved.

"Benjamin, trust me."

Lauter ran back to the forward line. After the game, he estimated that he would run [-] meters because he was suffocated during the game.

Schaefer stuck to Klose like a plaster, which made Klose feel uncomfortable, and more importantly, for Bremen, there are still Champions League and Bundesliga games to play, so Klose Ze will not sacrifice too much physical fitness for a German Cup.

Werder Bremen slowed down their attack, and the home team fans at the scene felt that they had a chance and stood up to cheer for the team.

"Munich."

"Munich."

"Munich."

But once the ball passed halftime, Bremen immediately tightened up, and 1860's attack was over.

Individuals can't hold the ball, nor can they pass the ball. Hassler knows that the team has nothing to fight with the opponent.

He glanced at Chen Mu, "Run, Chen, what's wrong with you? Why do you have good times and bad times?"

Schaaf gestures over there to tell the player to drop back a little.

"Let them attack, let them get in front of our box."

Schaff felt that the gap in the opponent's defense would be greater, and the fight would be more enjoyable. For an offensive madman, how can only two goals be enough?

At this time, 1860 is like a fish seeing the bait, knowing that it may be a trap, but still going to try it.

The offense advances to the opponent's half, and every pass is very careful. The ball reaches Chen Mu's feet, and Lauter in the penalty area is asking for the ball.

A curve ball was sent in, but just in front of Laut, a tall red-haired man jumped up and pushed the ball out.

Ismail!

Schaff gave a thumbs up, and Ismail was the pinnacle of Bremen's defense.

"Oops."

Hasler saw that Klose was running again, Micoud sent a long pass against the sky again, and Klose went straight into the penalty area after receiving the ball.

Schaefer bumped into Klose, but Klose protected the ball very well. He just swayed and entered the penalty area. Schaefer had no choice but to hit it a second time.

Klose pushes the near corner of the goal.

Then Klose's somersault appeared again at the Olympic Stadium, 0 to 3. At this time, even the most optimistic 1860 fans were stunned.

"Is this the gap between us and the Bundesliga champions? That's too big."

Guan Xiaobai in front of the TV was about to cry, "My 1 yuan, I knew I couldn't win 1860, if only I put the money in my pocket."

Guan Xiaobai has 1 regrets in his heart, "If God can give me another chance, I will say loudly, fuck you Chen Mu."

Many 1860 fans tore up their lottery tickets on the spot, and bursts of confetti drifted down with the wind.

The fans were disappointed. Although they also felt that 1860 might not be able to win, when the gap was in front of them, that feeling was very painful.

Mark yelled: "Who dares to tear up the lottery ticket, I want you to pay it back 10 times."

The [-] yuan was not owned by Mark alone, but bought by the Blue Lions.

"Captain, we lost, these are waste papers."

"Fart, is the game over? It's not even 30 minutes yet."

Everyone knew that Mark himself was the fart, but no one dared to refute anything, and everyone could only pretend that nothing happened.

A burst of electricity surged through his body, and Chen Mu knew that the time had come.

"Master, the countdown begins."

"it is good."

The game continued, and the 1860 fans were like a defeated rooster. Although no one left early, no one continued to cheer.

It's no wonder the fans, now that the team is out of touch, the offense and defense are not a whole at all, so the fans can't see hope, even if it is a goal.

Ernst took the ball in the backcourt, as if walking in his own backyard, but suddenly, Ernst saw his teammates gesturing towards him.

"What's wrong? Is there a ghost behind me?"

Ernst turned his head and saw that Chen Mu, who was still far away just now, had already killed him, "How is it possible?"

When Ernst was in a daze, Chen Mu made a tackle and Ernst fell to the ground like a big log.

Chen Mu took the ball and ran forward quickly, "No one passed the ball to me, so I won't grab it by myself."

"Chen Mu."

This was so sudden, if it wasn't for this time to grab the ball, 1860 fans would have forgotten that Chen Mu was the starter.

"Chen Mu started?"

"You're stupid, of course."

When Chen Mu ran to the front of the penalty area, the fans remembered that they should come on!

The cheers sounded again.

"He took off again." If Hasler had seen Detective Conan, he would probably wonder if there was another person behind Chen Mu.

At this time, Lauter had already run out of a good position. All Chen Mu needed to do was to pass the ball, but Chen Mu did not do so. Instead, he chose to break through by himself, and he still wanted to break through the strongest point of Bremen, Ismail. .

Chen Mu at his peak was like this, everything between him and the goal was just clouds.

Ismail didn't expect this guy to dare to challenge him one-on-one, "Boy, are you stupid? You don't choose such a good passing line over there."

Chen Mu dialed the ball, changed direction, and accelerated. The whole process was almost done in one go. Ismail is a player who has played in the Champions League, and he has never met such a fast player even in the Champions League.

Ismail followed a few steps, but found that the distance between the two was getting farther and farther, and he could not catch up.

"No way," Schaff was also stunned, this is the German Cup, how could Ismail be passed by a German second-tier player like this?

"He really passed!" Catherine was also surprised. Although Chen Mu had an eye-catching performance against Unterhaching before, it was because the opponent was too bad after all, but Bremen was different.

After rushing past, Chen Mu faced Werder Bremen's goalkeeper Weize and pushed the ball low and flat to the far corner.

The hearts of all the fans are almost in their throats, "Come in."

"Come in."

"You must go in."

Chen Mu was also a little nervous. The ball rolled towards the goal very close, but time seemed to pass very slowly.