King Bayern

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The moment the ball rolled into the goal, the first player at the Olympic Stadium roared.

He kept shouting goal, goal.

"Who scored the goal for us?"

"Chen Mu."

"do it again."

"Chen Mu."

Yi Lianna in the stands also shouted with emotion: "Chen Mu." But after shouting, Yi Lianna pouted again, "I won't forgive you, scoundrel."

on the field.

Lauter was the first to run over, "Asshole, why don't you pass the ball."

Chen Mu was taken aback, but Laut smiled again, "But the goal was really beautiful, well, I forgive you."

"Hehe," Chen Mu smiled awkwardly.

After a while, teammates ran over one after another, and everyone patted Chen Mu on the head, "I'm scared to death, I'm afraid I'll miss it."

"Chen, you dare to pass Ismail, you are very brave."

"Chen, why do you attack suddenly every time?"

"List"

"Enough, if you touch it again, my hair will turn into a chicken coop."

"Hahaha."

Hassler was celebrating with the players on the bench. The short Hassler was surrounded by everyone and disappeared immediately.

"Where's the head?"

"The head is missing."

"Fuck you, I'm here."

"Hahaha, sorry, head, we're so excited."

"Go back to me, I will stay away from you to celebrate in the future."

Schaff was very calm and just went back to the coach's bench to drink water. He thought the ball was normal, and a 3-0 lead would inevitably be careless. Players are human too.

He made a gesture, "Everyone, be steady, there is no need to push your opponent into a hurry."

But Ismail on the court was still blaming himself. He knew very well that he couldn't catch up with the ball just now, rather than being careless.

"Damn, how could he be so fast."

Ismail looked at Chen Mu, he would never allow such a thing to happen a second time.

"Grab him."

"Grab him."

The game restarted, and the 1860 players grabbed the ball like mad dogs in the frontcourt, obviously stimulated by a ball.

Hasler stood on the sideline, he wished he could play, "Give it up, try to score another one in the first half."

The Bremen players were a bit overwhelmed. They hoped that the first half would end quickly. After 15 minutes, the excitement of the 1860 players should also subside.

The fans at the scene also stood up again, especially those diehards, and those who just tore up the lottery ticket have already regretted it in their hearts.

Football games are really amazing. No matter how many goals you are behind, as long as you can score one, you will feel that the distance is not so far.

With a bang, 1860 steals the ball in the frontcourt. At this time, the players seem to have made an appointment. No matter who steals the ball, it will be handed over to Chen Mu.

Chen Mu took the ball, and Bremen immediately moved three players over. Chen Mu is not Maradona, even if it is Maradona, he can't fight alone every time.

A high ball was passed into the penalty area, and Laut was happy while running, "Look at me."

This is Lauter's old line, and it is also the most basic technique of a center, grabbing positions in the penalty area.

But the tricky thing is that this time Ismail hit the ball first.

"Nima's."

but

The ball did not go out of the penalty area, but flew towards the goal. Ismail's clearance turned into a lob shot. Weiser never imagined that his teammates could push out such a foolish world wave own goal.

"Oh my God, the ball went in!"

The fans at the scene were dumbfounded. They thought the attack was over, but the opponent's shocking own goal surprised and delighted the fans at the scene.

Ismail's face was serious. He felt that his bad luck today had come to an end. The first goal he conceded was because he was passed, and the second goal he conceded was his own goal.

Schaff keenly sensed that something was wrong. He was not worried that the team would lose, but he didn't want to waste too much physical energy on 1860.

2:3.

The 1860 players celebrated less intensely than last time, because the first half was almost over, and everyone wanted to save time for another attack, even if it was only a few tens of seconds.

But in the first half, 1860 never got another chance to attack, and 2 to 3 was also the score at the end of the first half.

When the referee blew the whistle, Chen Mu suddenly thought of something, "Muller, will the healing potion be suspended during the intermission?"

It would be a big loss if there is no timeout. Chen Mu felt uneasy, and Mu Le said, "Yes, master."

Chen Mu heaved a sigh of relief, and returned to the locker room. His teammates were very kind to him. Some handed them towels, some handed them sports drinks, and they only had to rub Chen Mu's shoulders and beat his legs.

"Come on, let's sing a song about Chen Mu."

Chen Mu, Chen Mu, Chen Mu, Chen Mu.

"Stop, what the hell are you doing?"

Ever since Chen Mu came to try out for the first time, everyone had a strange impression of him. This guy seemed to be able to fly when he was good, but he was like a waste wood when he was not good.

But after a long time, everyone got used to it. Who told Chen Mu to always score or assist at critical moments.

"Quick, Costa, put the captain's armband on Chen Mu's arm, and Chen Mu will be our captain from now on."

Just after Paul finished speaking, Costa made a gesture to slap him. Everyone laughed, football is like this, as long as you are strong, everyone will treat you as a treasure.

Just then, Hassler came in.

Everyone smiled and looked at Hassler, but Hassler's face was ugly, and suddenly Hassler bent down, "I'm sorry."

Everyone was stunned, "Head, what are you doing?"

Hasler felt that the first half was a complete failure of his own tactics. In fact, all new coaches are like this. The ideal is very full, but the reality is very backbone.

"It's my tactics that have changed back and forth that made you guys"

Seeing the coach like this, everyone felt uncomfortable, Baier smiled and said: "Head, I behaved too badly."

Lyman scratched his head, "Head, even if we apologize, we should apologize to you."

"Come on, come on, let's all apologize to the boss."

One bow, two bows,

Chen Mu chuckled, these guys, if this was in China, Hassler would probably have slapped him, isn't this a curse on himself?

"Head, don't worry, we will score again in the second half, no, we will score one more than Bremen."

Is this normal?

Yes, what's abnormal is that it was Paul who said this. Everyone looked at it, and the meaning couldn't be more obvious. Why do you say this as a substitute?

Paul blushed, and Hassler patted him, "I think what Paul said is pretty good."

Now that the coach has said so, what else can you say?Wishing you an early New Year's greetings?Everyone can only laugh.

Hassler walked up to Chen Mu, "Chen, if you can pass the ball, pass more. I know you like passing people, but sometimes passing is an easier way."

Chen Mu knew that Hasler himself did this, but Chen Mu said domineeringly: "Head, I have my own way of playing football."