Too two!

Hamburg coach Pagelsdorf looked at the noisy scene and felt that Schuster was a fool and a stranger. The manager is the only one in the world to be like him.

If it weren't for the hundreds of security guards at the entrance of the hallway, Schuster would have been smashed into meat sauce with eggs by fans.

In the home dressing room, Pagelsdorf certainly didn't miss Schuster's article: "The madman next door flattened us to nothing, as if the whole Bundesliga belonged to him." If we don't teach them a good lesson, what's the point of us playing at People's Park? ”

"Go and tell them that this is our territory!"

"Otherwise, we will wait to continue to be humiliated by them after the game."

……

Originally, it was just a very ordinary game, but after being disrupted by Schuster, when the players of both sides appeared in the players' tunnel, their emotions were not quite right, and they looked at each other very unpleasantly anyway.

Zheng Zhi's eyes fell on the walls on both sides of the players' tunnel, and the players' tunnel in Hamburg actually hung the scores of their matches with Eintracht Frankfurt in previous years, and only the victories, not the defeats. As the name suggests, it's about motivating the players to keep winning, and it's also about hitting the players who are fighting Eintracht Frankfurt.

But history is just history after all, what's the use, Zheng Zhi smiled contemptuously, but his head hit a wall directly.

As soon as I looked up, it felt like the whole sky was dark.

No, it's white underneath.

Zheng Zhi's eyes narrowed for a while, and then he realized that there was a person standing in front of him!

After looking at it carefully, I damn it, it was a black player, but the light on his face was too dim, and he didn't react for a while, Zheng Zhi was sure in his heart, even if he was standing under the sun, he couldn't see the face of the guy in front of him clearly.

"Hey, Tony, come and get in line." A teammate in front of him urged.

Tony?

Tony Yeboa? It turned out that this was him.

Niu, in any German first division team, it seems that you can find a famous player, the last round met Elton, this round met Yeboa.

The 32-year-old Yeboa is well-known in Germany because he is the second black player to land in the Bundesliga. At that time, most of the Bundesliga clubs were dominated by German players, and some clubs only had a few European players, and Yeboa's coming shot was a big breakthrough.

Yeboa's first stop in the Bundesliga was Saarbrücken, where he had a mediocre first year, but in the second year he scored 17 goals and showed absolute talent as a goalscorer, before turning to Zheng Zhi's current club Eintracht Frankfurt, where he led Eintracht Frankfurt to a stellar record for several years, while he himself won the Bundesliga top scorer in 1993 and 1994.

Yeboya's peak was spent in Eintracht Frankfurt, and in the club's list of celebrities, just behind Che Van Gen, you can imagine his place among Eintracht Frankfurt fans.

"Zheng?"

Yeboa blinked and said hello to Zheng Zhi.

"Hello,"

"I've heard of you, you have a great track record in Frankfurt."

Compared with the team's saber-rattling, Zheng Zhi and Yeboa's greetings seemed a little out of place.

"You're doing a good job in Frankfurt too."

The two chatted in German, and the captain of Hamburg in front was dissatisfied, Hans Jörg Bout, Germany's number three goalkeeper.

"Tony,"

"You should know what you're doing."

Although he is not as old as Yeboa, Bout is the captain, so he has the authority to command Yeboa.

Yeboa shrugged his shoulders, seemingly indifferent, but he still gave Bout enough face, he spread his hands in front of Zheng Zhi, and then still belonged to the team.

Zheng Zhi took two steps forward and came to Yang Chen's side.

"Brother Yang,"

"He's what you're going to overcome."

"Yeboa, remember?"

Yang Chen stared at Yeboa's exaggerated back, "93 and 94 have been the top scorers in the Bundesliga for two consecutive years, 20 in 93 and 18 in 94. The number of goals is not the most terrifying, the horror is his goal rate, 20 in 27 games, 18 in 20 games! ”

Yang Chen is very familiar with him. may be the reason why he was born as a striker, or the strongest striker in the history of Frankfurt, Yang Chen cares about him very much.

18 goals in 20 games, that's a number to look up to, a goal-scoring efficiency that even the alien Ronaldo hasn't been able to do.

What is Yang Chen's current stats? Seven goals in 15 games, a far cry from him. Of course, Yang Chen still has hope to reach his goal count achievement, as for efficiency? Difficult......

"That's what you're aiming for." Zheng Zhi whispered in a low voice.

"There are 19 rounds left, hopeful. Nothing cannot be surpassed. ”

Yang Chen's shoulders trembled visibly.

When he joined Frankfurt at the beginning of the season, he set himself a goal of about 8 goals in the season, and he didn't dare to think about the ten-digit data, but now the league has not reached the average, and he has already obtained 7 goals.

Phew, what is the injury, Yang Chen hurriedly took a sip in his heart.

According to his own goal rate, it shouldn't be difficult to score about 10 goals in 19 rounds? I don't know why, but now that I think of this, I don't have the feeling I had at that time, and I'm so much more confident?

"Stuff me more penalties." He whispered something in Zheng Zhi's ear, although he was talking about Chinese, he was afraid that his teammate in front of him would hear it......

As soon as I walked out of the players' tunnel, I heard the invective all over the field, all for Schuster, basically the repetition of those words outside the stadium.

"Schuster, this fool, provokes so many fans."

In the stands, Daum frowned slightly, he had never heard so much abuse in the Bundesliga, but today.

Lu Beck sat next to him, and Lu Beck also shook his head, "This guy was born to scold, he deserves it, his mouth is too big." ”

The purpose of the two of them appearing here today is to come to the examination room Zheng Zhi, Lübeck was moved by Thomas Scharf's words before, and then went back to discuss with Daum, Daum also felt the need to come to investigate. His Bayer Leverkusen only has a game tomorrow and there is time today.

"Schuster still has two brushes, he likes to go off the rails, but maybe he plays too much and hurts himself."

"In the position of coach, he is still a little too tender."

Daum yawned, habitually took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it, and after several puffs in a row, his spirit seemed to return to normal, and he returned to the game that had just begun.