The game lasted 20 minutes, and the scene was full of gunpowder, which reminded people of the match between the two teams before this season.

"The players of both teams are doing their best today, and the game between the two teams in the first half of the season was extremely intense, and there was almost a fight, but I hope today's referee can have a better grasp of the scale of the game. ”

Schalke 04 are currently third in the league, just one point behind second-placed Stuttgart, and theoretically they even have a chance of winning the league title.

Of course, the odds are slim and it would take Borussia Dortmund to give you all of the last two league games to lose Stuttgart, but it's not impossible.

No Schalke fan wants to see Borussia Dortmund lift the trophy because they won against their own team, and that would be a nightmare for them.

Schalke should have been better this season, but the turmoil at the top and in-team tensions prevented them from moving forward.

The lack of chemistry between their players on the pitch is not as good as that of Borussia Dortmund's, and this is not a shortcoming that can be compensated for by running.

Yan Jing sat on the sidelines, full of confidence in the team he had personally coached.

Countless pundit media had predicted a final collapse, but his players were quite competitive, leaving them embarrassed to admit that they had mistaken their predictions.

"Fabio, I'll play you at the beginning of the second half, get ready. ”

Coentrão, who was sitting next to Yan Jing, raised his eyes and looked at Yan Jing, he knew that Yan Jing was planning to give him more time to play.

Dede's suspension forced Yan Jing to start the Champions League final, and Coentrão dreamed almost every night that he was standing on the podium and lifting the trophy.

"Thank you. Coentrão whispered, "I won't let you, I won't let the Dortmund fans, and I won't let myself down." ”

On the pitch where the battle was in full swing, Ribery strode into Schalke's penalty area with the ball.

Raphinha couldn't stop Ribery's blotting pace, and he shook off his opponent to face centre-back Kolstadzic.

At this time, Ribery was already in the Schalke penalty area, and Kolstadzic did not dare to get off easily, so he could only try to block all the angles of Ribery's shots.

But Ribery didn't choose to force his foot to shoot, he noticed Sneijder suddenly cutting in behind him, a realistic fake pass, and the ball was passed back to the Dutchman.

Sneijder started so suddenly that Schalke's other defenders were half a beat slower to react, which gave Sneijder some run-up time.

At this moment, the fans of the Westphalian Stadium had already stood up and exclaimed, even though the ball had not yet flown into the goal, they were almost unable to restrain themselves.

In the end, football did not disappoint them, and the big hand of young rookie Neuer could not reach the ball at a tricky angle, and the score on the big screen was changed in this moment.

"Sneijder !! a beautiful volley!!" The staff in charge of broadcasting at the scene aroused the emotions of the fans with great passion, "Tell me, who scored the goal-"

The fans waved their flags and their response was overwhelming.

"Wesley Sneijder————!"

In the shot, Yan Jing stood up and brushed the palms of the players on the bench in a row, and finally threw a confident smile at the camera.

This made countless fans who coveted beauty once again have a dizzy feeling of "God, who am I, where am I, why is he so handsome, mother, I want to marry him!", and I can't wait to kiss the TV.

But at this moment of joy for thousands of people, the director in charge of the game found an abnormality in countless footage.

"Wait!

The big screen in the stadium was suddenly switched, and the fans saw that it was the small corner of Schalke fans.

And what makes people gasp is that in that small blue corner, a yellow-black banner is slowly being pulled apart.

There were suddenly sharp-eyed Dort fans in the stands who exclaimed.

"Oh no! Oh my God, that's our Patronus!"

The accident immediately made the Westphalian Stadium agitated, and even the players on the field who were about to restart couldn't help but look up to see what was happening.

"These damn □□!"

In the stands closest to the Schalke fan area, there were already excited Dort fans who got up and tried to rush over.

Schalke fans are located in a corner at the bottom of the pitch, quite close to the stadium, separated by sponsor billboards.

Before the game, in order to prevent conflicts between fans of the two sides, Dortmund deliberately arranged to keep the fans of the two teams as far apart as possible.

This cushion gave the security guards patrolling the stairs time to react, stopping the Dort fans before they stormed the crowd of Schalke fans.

Angry fans continued to try to break through, while they berated the security guards who stood in their way.

"Bastards, why don't you stop them and stop us, they're going to tear up our 'Patronus!!!"

Tearing up the flag is a small matter, and if someone kills us, our work will be over......

The security personnel were bitter, they were still blocking the Dortmund fans who were coming around, and this development made the Schalke fans, who were a little frightened at first, unscrupulous.

"Quick, let's tear this off!"

The 60-metre banner was not an ordinary length, and the Schalke fans had the courage to make sure that Dortmund fans could see how their "patron saint" was torn apart, and threw one of them down.

Such an outrageous move by Schalke fans has led to a temporary halt to the match between the two sides, and the players and referees on the pitch are also watching the situation unfold.

"They're going too far!"

Kyle clenched his fists, annoyed by the unreasonable behavior of the Schalke fans.

At the same time, he suddenly noticed that Yan Jing stood up and walked quickly in the direction where the Schalke fans had gathered.

"Boss?!What did you do in the past, those extreme fans are dangerous!"

Yan Jing heard Kyle's call, but he didn't stop or respond, just sped up his feet.

Things have come to this point, and the stadium security personnel are rushing from all directions to stop the bad behavior of the Schalke fans amid the frantic protests of many Dortmund fans.

But on a huge pitch, it would take them a certain amount of time to run at full speed. What's more, the stairs in the stands are not flat, and with the countless fans who are close to rioting, it is very difficult for them to move.

One end of the banner fell limply to the ground, and by this time the Schalke fans had already touched the other end of the banner.

The camera faithfully recorded every process, and the group of Schalke fans were highly excited, and the sharp blades of the scissors in their hands seemed to be about to tear open the yellow and black banners in the next second.

Some of Dortmund looked at the picture on the big screen, and they couldn't bear to cover their eyes.

"You can see clearly with your eyes open!"

Suddenly, however, before the Schalke fans could make a move, they noticed that the fabric in their hands was being pulled down with a strong force.

It was completely unexpected, they didn't clench the fabric very tightly, and the force from below almost pulled them down with them.

In self-defense, their bodies subconsciously let go of their hands for them, and the fabric fell down in gravity, and they lost control of the banner.

"Hell, what's wrong?!"

These Schalke fans were taken aback, and they hurriedly lowered their heads to look down.

The soft yellow and black bent and swirled in the sudden wind, like a huge swimming dragon hovering in the air.

Then one of the Schalke fans, who was the first to see it, gasped.

"Fuck...... Someone down there ripped it off!"

The huge cloth blocked the camera's view, and Yan Jing held the other end of the banner with one hand high, and he looked up coldly at the stunned Schalke fans above.

They are clearly in a low place, but their eyes are locked like a defeated king in a castle, arrogant and inviolable.

Schalke fans froze in place for a moment, and they found themselves in a cold sweat staring at these deep eyes.

"Wait, wait, let's go down and get it back!"

Finally, Schalke fans reacted, and they wanted to rush to Yan Jing, but they found that the Chinese was casting a stupid look at them.

Schalke fans suddenly felt that something was wrong, and they turned their heads to see that a large number of security personnel were already standing behind them.

Although they had previously shown themselves to be very fearless, they were quickly caught in the actions of the professionals.

"Get them out of Westphalia!"

"This shit doesn't deserve to stay in our stadium!"

And Yan Jing below is too lazy to pay attention to these Schalke fans who don't know how they will be treated.

He pulled up a corner of the banner fabric and patted the dust off it in distress.

Yan Jing wanted to fold the banner and take it back, but it would take a lot of time to make the sixty-meter fabric, and the weight was definitely not light.

He thought about it for a moment, simply threw his hands back, draped the wide fabric over his body as a cloak, and then walked back to his bench as if nothing had happened.

By this time, the troublesome Schalke fans had been brought under control, and the fans began to pay attention to what really happened at that moment.

The director reacted quickly, and he quickly called up the recent videos of the Schalke fan corner, and replayed how Yan Jing took the "guardian saint" back from the Schalke fans from many corners.

Ribery on the pitch looked at the big screen with his back crossed, and he couldn't help but exclaim.

"I'll go, this is too handsome!"

Dortmund fans who watched the replay quickly reacted that it was their manager who saved the day.

It was clear that Yan Jing had conquered the hearts of the Dortmund fans with all this, and soon his name was ringing throughout the stadium.

"Strict, strict, strict!"

On the side of the court, Yan Jing was draped in a banner, but from a distance, he looked like a young king who was just crowned on his way to the throne.

The banner behind him slowly spread out like a picture scroll with his steps, and the dark ink splashed on the bright yellow, and the words "Yellow Wall of the South Stand" slowly appeared in the eyes of everyone.

At this moment, countless people were admiring in their minds, thinking that this shocking picture must have come from the handwriting of a famous director.

In Belgium, Götze and Kroos were stunned by the TV.

Cross came back to his senses first, he didn't notice that Götze was still staring at Yan Jingfa on the TV, and slapped him the shoulder.

"Damn! Mario, I finally know why you worship your boss so much! What he did just now just made my scalp tingle!" 166Reading.com