"Oh, oh, oh, it's a big deal."

"It's very chaotic,"

In the blink of an eye, Ricken and Hasler also joined in, trying to separate Zheng Zhi and Lyman, but at this time Li Weifeng also arrived, and Grosso squeezed in almost at the same time. You push me, I push you, it's a mess.

The referee was even a little hesitant at that moment, and after struggling on the perimeter for a while, he still bravely rushed in, what he didn't expect was that Schuster rushed in from the dugout with the coaching staff, while Dortmund, Skibe was still standing in place and complaining......

"Ah, damn it, beat him, beat him hard," Schuster rolled up his sleeves, looking like he really wanted to go up and fight......

The fourth officer and the linesman followed.

"Let him go,"

"Let him go,"

Zheng Zhi's hand was clasped too tightly, and Hasler couldn't pull it away, but in the end, Zheng Zhi took the initiative to let go of his hand. At this time, the referee finally squeezed in and separated the people on both sides with the referee team, and then he took out the red card from his pocket, first to Zheng Zhi, and then to Lehmann.

"Red card ejection!"

"There's nothing wrong with that."

"This has to be done with a red card and there may be additional penalties after the game. A suspension of one game is certain, as for whether there will be an additional suspension, it depends on how the referee committee decides, Lehmann is too impulsive, he comes from the goal to cause trouble, as for Zheng, his counterattack action has also passed, he also has no need to do it, of course, this is Lehmann's provocation first, he is protecting his teammates, but this counterattack is too bloody. ”

"Both sides can only play with 10 men, Dortmund have less of a main goalkeeper and Eintracht Frankfurt have less of a central midfielder."

"Hehe, the scene is too exciting, too hot."

Breitner looked very happy, and Frankfurt at the scene immediately gave Zheng Zhi a round of applause.

"Zheng!"

"Zheng!"

"Zheng!"

"Well done!"

Of course, Frankfurt fans support Zheng Zhi, otherwise anyone would do this, Li Yin was bullied by Lehmann to this role just now.

Both were ejected from the field, but were separated by the security guards off the field, fearing that they would fight off the field, and the camera gave them a long close-up. Zheng Zhi's eyes were like torches, still staring at Lyman, and Lyman was also aggressive and did not let Zheng Zhi go, but there were several deep nail marks on his neck, and the blood marks were quite clear, obviously Zheng Zhi's grasp just now was really heavy.

In this confrontation, Zheng Zhi naturally took full advantage.

"Wait,"

"You wait for me,"

"I'll fix you!"

Lyman struggled, but he couldn't get past the security guards.

"I'll wait, you're lucky, or I'll beat you all over the ground to find your teeth, it's not happy, right, let's go back to the locker room and fight alone!" Zheng Zhi went back.

……

……

Play resumed, with Schuster bringing on Blackman for Salou, while Borussia Dortmund replaced Cesar with a substitute goalkeeper.

Beep

Beep

The referee's whistle sounded from time to time, there were still many fouls, and the incident just now made the powder keg completely explode, and he couldn't control the situation on the field at all.

Soon, Hasler, Grosso, Schneider and Dede all received a yellow card. Schuster also received a yellow card for swearing off the pitch.

The stadium seems to have become a real battlefield, purgatory.

In the 77th minute, Hasler and Grosso also clashed, but neither of them made a move, and the referee showed mercy and only verbally warned them separately, otherwise the two would probably be sent off again.

"A crazy game,"

"I really didn't expect the game to turn out like this."

Time flew by in a mess, and both sides seemed to be less focused on winning or losing, fouling at every turn, and the game became more fragmented.

In the 84th minute, Barbarets scored a goal in the confusion, but the referee ruled that the goal was invalid, thinking that Barbarets' goal was offside, which made the Dortmund players excited, and Skibe finally couldn't help it, and ran to the fourth official to theorize and protest, but the fourth official just spread his hands, and he couldn't do anything, he was not the referee, at most he could only record everything that happened in the post-match report, but it was useless, offside was not offside, and it could not be changed after the game......

Of course, if this goal is scored, then then Borussia will still have a chance to tie the score, not now? That hope was largely dashed.

Eintracht Frankfurt fans were already singing the anthem, first "Heart of Europe" and then "Eintracht Deine Fans". They don't believe that Dortmund can still come back from defeat to victory at this time, and they are cheerfully waiting for the end of the game.

In the home team's locker room, Zheng Zhigang came out of a shower, as if nothing had happened just now, but the staff member who was in charge of staring at him was a little nervous, because he was really worried that Zheng Zhi rushed to the away locker room to play with Lehmann.

"That guy Lyman is too tall, if you go head-to-head with him, you'll suffer."

"I didn't say I was going to go and go heads-up."

"Didn't you just promise him?"

"I'm just scaring him, I can't lose in momentum, right? By the way, I seem to have seen you somewhere. Zheng Zhi looked in front of him for a long time, and always felt that this guy was a little familiar. He looked to be in his thirties, with messy blond hair, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and white teeth.

"I, haha,"

"How is it possible, I just came, you can't know me, and it's the first time I've seen you." The guy scratched at his messy hair, thinking about how to introduce himself.

"Well, I'm actually a player, but I'm playing in the second division."

"Then why are you here with us?" Zheng Zhi became curious.

"The second division was over, I came to learn from Schuster, and I thought Schuster's coaching philosophy was very good, so I asked the club to write a letter of recommendation." He grabbed his hair again.

"Weird, sounds like you're a player-coach?"

"Yes, so to speak, I do think I'm going to be a professional coach in the near future." The guy grinned wide, bared his white teeth, and smiled confidently.

"Oh? What is your name? Zheng Zhi is even more curious, no wonder he feels so familiar, could it be which well-known head coach in the future?

Hey!

Could it be him?

Zheng Zhi stretched his neck and observed his body again.

Resemble!

It's like!

It's just a pair of glasses, and after wearing glasses, isn't it the same as when he was young?

"Let me guess your name, I think I can guess it, don't be scared."

"Your name is Jurgen? Norbert? Klopp. ”

Klopp: ......

Like a deer caught in headlights.