The ball kicked out by Zheng Zhi seemed to have life, drawing a beautiful arc, and landed just right in front of Yang Chen more than a meter in front of him, Yang Chen comfortably padd the outside of his right foot, a perfect unloading, and the ball obediently rolled forward more than two meters. At the same time, Yang Chen increased his speed again and continued to shake off Trares behind him.

Single Knife!

"Rost has struck."

"But Young shoots low into the near corner."

"Oh God, come in."

"3:1, what a tragic score."

"Yang scored twice and scored his seventh goal."

"Bremen completely fell into the rhythm of Eintracht Frankfurt today, compared to their opponents, Bremen today was too far behind in both defense and attack, is Magath really ready for this game? I now have 10,000 reasons to suspect that he never thought that Eintracht Frankfurt would bite them at home, no, three, and if they continue to play in the current situation, they will have to concede a goal! ”

"Yang,"

"Yang,"

"Yang,"

The home fans chanted Yang Chen's name.

"I knew we could win when this guy came back!"

"Ah, Young, he's got seven league goals and he's fifth in the scorers' charts. If he hadn't gone to the Asian Games, we wouldn't have lost three in a row. ”

"He's our best striker!"

"Man, although Yang is very powerful, the most critical person is Zheng!"

"Without Zheng, there would not have been this goal, maybe with another striker, he could have scored this goal, but if Zheng was replaced by another person? Even if it's Schneider? This kind of ball can't be passed, even if it can be passed out, but it can't be passed well! Zheng's role in the Eintracht Frankfurt team is immeasurable. That's why the team lost three in a row without him, and with him the team was able to score three goals, this game, stable! ”

"Yes, you're right, Zheng is really the most important thing, he's our midfield commander, maybe he's more important than Emantraut or Schuster?"

"Schuster is also very important, he changed his previous defensive counter-attacking play, if it had been Emman Trout, maybe he wouldn't have been able to play like this today."

In the cardiology ward of the University Hospital in Frankfurt, Ehman Trout leaned on the hospital bed, his eyes full of excitement, and the nurse had told him not to watch the game several times in a row, but he still persisted, and the score of 3:1 made him sigh again and again.

"Alas......"

"If I hadn't been lying here, I would have been the one who enjoyed the victory."

"That Bernd guy is so lucky."

"We won the first game and we were in good shape."

This time, Schuster simply turned and looked at Magath fixedly, wanting to see what the expression on Magat's face was. The live footage happened to give Schester and Magath a big close-up.

As soon as Magath saw Schuster looking at him, he quickly turned around and yelled at the players in the backcourt to hide the panic and uneasiness in his heart, he didn't want to see Schuster for a second, let alone be watched by him!

"Tragedy, Magat."

"Today's game was a complete loss, and you can imagine how many people didn't experience mocking Magath after the game for losing to rookie Schuster......"

"However, Magath's results in Bremen this season are really not good, and if he continues to play like this, it is estimated that it will be difficult to stay in Bremen next season."

"3:1, let's see if there's any more goals."

With a two-goal lead, Eintracht Frankfurt almost had the win, but Schuster still shouted from the sidelines.

"It's not enough!"

"It's not enough!"

"You know, what to do!"

"Keep showing all our fighting power!"

"them!"

"Kill them!"

"Kick them out of the Eagle Stadium!"

There was not a shred of rationality in his words, and there was no respect for Bremen. He's going to squeeze all the energy out of the players on the pitch and try to make a perfect debut.

"Attack!"

Yes, Schuster is still asking his disciples to attack, not slow down to keep the fruits of victory.

Bremen's side was already in turmoil, and morale was extremely low. Before coming here, they thought they could eat Eintracht Frankfurt safely, but now they can't find their way, whether it is attacking or defending, Magath is useless to direct the pressure on the sidelines.

The defeat was like a mountain, and Eintracht Frankfurt's momentum was still at its peak, and wave after wave of attacks made Bremen's backfield jump and the wind was blowing. Never before have they faced a team so ferocious this season.

Fjotoft and Yang Chen had good chances on goal, and Schneider and Zheng Zhi also got a long-range shot, but the score remained unchanged. Magath made two successive troop transfers and substitutions, but it still did not change the tide of the battle.

Time flowed, and the game quickly came to an end.

In the 88th minute, Eintracht Frankfurt got the opportunity to attack from a corner kick, and Shure finally couldn't help but rush up at the back, and he was angry at the back point!

The Bremen goalkeeper leaped to make a thrilling save, but after almost 90 minutes of hard work, Fjotoft finally found the ball in the back of the net.

4:1！

Bremen swallowed another bomb and was completely beaten to scum.

At the end of the game, the Eintracht Frankfurt fans felt like they were dreaming.

"It's the biggest win of the season!"

'We've never scored so many goals in a single game.

"Ahaha, poor Bremen."

In the first moment of the game, Schuster had already rushed to Magath in a hurry, and at this time, he had to get close to Magath.

"Hi,"

"Felix,"

Magath enthusiastically stretched out his right hand.

"You guys played well! What a good kick! ”

Magath was so angry that he turned away on the spot, not shaking hands with Schuster at all.

"Hey, Felix,"

"Hey,"

"I'll continue next year."

Shout~

Schuster whistled and got carried away. Then he patted his coat and pulled a cigar out of his pocket.

"Well, this victory, smoke a cigar to celebrate!"

He lit his cigar on the spot, raised his chin, and blew into the sky.

"Ah, the world is so wonderful, I love stories like this."

On the court, every player high-fived each other excitedly.

"Hey,"

"We did it."

"We did it!"

"Three points in hand, three games to go, we have three more points!"

'I really didn't expect to score four goals, are we really that strong?'

"What the hell was going on in the first three games?"

"Why are we on a three-game losing streak?"