"Old guys,"

"You know the pain, right?"

Schuster was smiling on the sidelines, smug in his heart.

"Thought there was no way to clean you up?"

"Lao Tzu experienced this kind of pain when he was in the big league......"

I sighed again, remembering his years in the big leagues.

When you first arrived in the United States, the opposing players didn't like you at all, what German star? The information is not developed, and I don't know how good you are, you are swooping up, you are a lot old, no matter how good your skills are, if you don't have strong physical support, you have to be fucked.

It is precisely because Schuster empathizes with him that when formulating this game against Dortmund, Schuster had only one tactic - run.

Running to death the old fellows of Dortmund, he believes that the other party will always be unable to bear it......

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call

call

Call.

After the game, Hasler just wanted to drink water, even if the head coach beeped next to him, he didn't listen, and after filling a bottle of water, his body relaxed a lot, but when he looked at his old friend Muller, he was still panting.

"Rub,"

"I'm dying."

"These little guys are so ruthless."

Hasler suddenly smiled bitterly.

"Uh-huh," Mueller nodded earnestly, but was reluctant to speak.

The two of them walked back, and they couldn't help but look at Zheng Zhi's back.

"Old man,"

"Look at the way they walk,"

"Huh?" Mueller also looked at it, but he didn't understand it.

"Don't understand what it means? You're not tired at all, and you'll be able to compare yourself with us. ”

“……”

In the dressing room, the Dortmund coach is of course aware of this problem, but they can't replace two old players at the same time, there must be one person who plays the core in the midfield, and if they want to change, they can only temporarily replace the other, and the score is still behind.

After thinking about it for a long time, it was finally decided to replace Hasler first, after all, Hasler was entangled with Zheng Zhi the most in the first half and consumed the most physical energy, while Muller was only 30 years old, so there should be no problem......

In the away dressing room, Schuster made no substitutions, but continued to emphasize tactics. K "Run,"

"Keep running them to death."

"Definitely don't give them much time to catch their breath."

"Aim for another sneak strike."

“……”

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"Can we interpret Schuster's tactical play as a mad dog tactic? It's scary, and I guess any team will have to worry about their tactics. Breitner analysed the tactics of both sides at half-time.

"It just restrained Skibe's pension tactics."

"If Skibe is replaced by a young and strong midfielder in midfield, will he be able to crack it?"

"Like Vlamykiel Bout? The Russians are strong enough and young enough. ”

"I think it's likely."

Summerer nodded, "But I think it's still the No. 39 that's the point, without him in the midfield to connect the whole team, Frankfurt wouldn't have played so well." ”

"No, no, no, even if he goes down now, I guess they will play very well, this tactic is very suitable for them, it can only be said that without Zheng, the offense may not work, but the defense, they will play to the extreme. I have to say that Schuster's coaching level is a little bit higher......"

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After the rematch, Breitner guessed correctly, and the Russian Vlamikil Bout came up to replace Hasler and became Muller's helper. Skibe did want to change something, but I don't know if Vlamykiel Bout has the ability to do so.

"Alexander?"

"If you see it, I'll leave that guy to you."

"Keep an eye on him and leave nothing to it."

"He's your only task in the second half."

As soon as Vlammyquil came up, Schuster recognized him at a glance, and then pulled Vlammykiel aside and explained a few words.

"Zheng,"

"Andreas, he's yours, drag him to death, exhaust him like a ruining, and lie on the turf on his stomach!"

Isn't that you? Every day when he comes to the training ground, he has a sore back, Zheng Zhi made a joke in his heart......

"Ralph, you two wings, you must not fall behind, once your physical fitness is not good, you will immediately raise your hand!"

"Yang, you don't seem to have scored in two games?"

"Ah, this goal rate, when will it be raised, alas."

Yang Chen: ......

Fight again.

Eintracht Frankfurt continued to use high-pressing tactics, with everyone having a clear tactical objective, especially in defence.

The first ten minutes were again exhausted by a stalemate in midfield, with neither side getting any decent attack.

Barbarets came close to equalising in the 57th minute when he received a cross from Heinrich at the back post and almost headed home, but the ball grazed the right-hand post.

This guy's physical fitness is so good! Zheng Zhi glanced at Heinrich.

I can still come up to assist, I can run back, and I have a lot of energy.

The physical fitness of the teammates must have dropped a lot, if you do this throughout the game, the opponent will not be tired, in fact, the teammates will also be tired.

Bernd should have made a move, right? He glanced at Schuster on the sidelines again, and then smiled.

Sure enough, Schumer made a substitution at this time, and Sobotzik came up and replaced Brinkman.

Pretty!

Zheng Zhi praised it in his heart.

Isn't Heinrich going to rush up and assist? As soon as Soberzik was about to come up, he had to weigh Ah Hong......

"Brother Yang,"

"Milo,"

Taking advantage of the substitution, Zheng Zhi hurriedly ran to chat with Yang Chen and Klose.

'When their left-back presses for the assist, you have to switch positions,'

"We're going to beat them......"

The two men kept nodding their heads.

Schuster off the field, Zheng Zhi on the field, no one doesn't listen to the words of the two people.

The game resumed, Dortmund were still behind, they had to attack, they had to fight.

The cheers of the Dortmund fans in the stands never stopped, injecting strength into the players from afar.

With the retirement of time, Eintracht Frankfurt's defensive level gradually declined, and the defensive line began to shrink continuously.

“up!”

“up!”

“up!”

Shure's side gradually couldn't stand it, Schneider had to pull back to defend the Russians together, and Zheng Zhi still stared at Muller.

It's okay to let anyone go, just don't let him go. Muller continued to play a depressed football.

However, as Eintracht Frankfurt recovered, Dortmund's chances on goal began to come out, and in the 67th and 69th minutes, they were both blocked by Kucella and Pedersen with their bodies.

Sobozik has not had any impressive offensive performances since he came up, which also made Heinrich boldly rush forward again.

In the 75th minute, he and Ricken hit the wall and went straight to the bottom line with the ball alone, but Binderward failed to block it in time, and the ball was passed to the middle of the penalty area by him.

Shure leaked, the Russians won the ball and shot angrily, the ball was blocked by Kuchera, but it still did not remove the danger, Rost on the right rubbed the ball to the back point, Heinrich plugged the ball in front of the goal, but the goalkeeper magically held the ball!

Here's your chance.

"Captain!"

Zheng Zhi shouted.

Worst! Muller was dumbfounded on the spot, Zheng Zhi started from his side, turned around and threw him off, and he was powerless to chase back.

Zheng Zhi easily unloaded the ball, and Soberzik on the right ran forward almost at the same time as Heinrich, but Zheng Zhi ignored them at all and went directly to Yang Chen.

Yang Chen and Klose had already tacitly agreed to rush up right and left.

"Ah, shit! Follow them. Coral said, and he ran in the direction of Yang Chen, but Yang Chen's speed was faster than Klose, and it was more difficult for him to get close to Yang Chen.

Yang Chen rushed to the ball and glanced up at Klose, who and another central defender, Cesar, were in no particular order.

He gritted his teeth and went straight with the ball!

Either way, he now had to single out Coral and take advantage of Corel's failure to get close to him, and he continued to accelerate in a straight line.

Soon, he rushed to the right side of the penalty area with the ball, and Coral seemed to have calculated the time and space, and happened to be on the inside.

When the critical time comes, do you continue to single him out, or pass the ball out?

"Brother Yang!"

Behind him, a familiar voice sounded.

Zheng Zhi!

Behind Zheng Zhi, Muller almost pulled more than five meters away, and on the other side, the Russians also advanced almost in unison, wanting to run over.

Yang Chen did not hesitate to knock the ball horizontally to the middle.

"Whew~"

"What does he want?!"

At the moment when everyone was stunned, Zheng Zhi picked up his right leg and ejaculated.

Twenty-two meters away in front of the big penalty area, Zheng Zhi pulled out a kick on the instep.

Swords and swords, earth-shattering!

Boom –

The ball raced past Coral like a cannonball in his right ear and into the top right corner of the goal!

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