Heathfield has been in football for decades, and has never seen any scenes. He could see all this at a glance what had just happened. That's why he was surprised by Zheng Zhi's performance.

Even, before he had time to remind the disciples on the field, Zheng Zhi seized this fleeting opportunity. All that awaited Heathfield was the shock and the long sigh that awaited him.

And his disciple seemed to be still confused, and he didn't understand why the team suddenly conceded a goal.

Effenberg immediately took the lost ball to Mateus, he returned to the backfield out of breath, glanced at Mateus, and said sarcastically unceremoniously: "I said, if you can't kick, you will get off the field, look what ball you just passed!" ”

"That's what you want."

The rain fell on Mateus's resolute face, but he didn't say a word, and of course he had the greatest responsibility for the loss of the goal. But it was an accident. Under normal circumstances, he would not take the initiative to pass the ball wrong at all, and if he wants to blame it, he will blame the damn rain.

"Hmph,"

He snorted and walked back to his place, ignoring Effenberg at all.

Effenberg was bored with himself and looked at Zheng Zhi again. In fact, he couldn't understand why Zheng Zhi suddenly rushed up to launch an attack, and was so resolute. Unless, he's always thinking about a counterattack? Coincidentally, when Lothar's pass was wrong?

That's terrible, isn't it, this guy keeps an eye on their midfield when he's busy defending?

Terrible!

He believed a little more in his heart, but he still didn't have the deeper understanding that Heathfield did.

At this moment, Yang Chen and Zheng Zhi hugged each other tightly, and teammates frantically poured in from all directions, this was a ball that went into Bayern, and everyone was very excited.

In the stands, Eintracht Frankfurt fans ignored the rain falling into their mouths and chanted Yang Chen's name with their mouths wide open.

"Yang,"

"Yang,"

"Yang!"

The guy who scores the goal is always the most eye-catching hero, and they don't think about the guy who passes the ball like Huang Jianxiang, how superb his skills are, and how bright his head is......

German national television, Breitner's voice became quieter, and he reluctantly explained, "Bayern is so unlucky,"

"Frankfurt picked up shit luck, and Lothar gave them a big gift."

"It was such a surprise to lose the ball."

'They should have changed a bit in the rest of the time, just in time for half-time and Heathfield had plenty of time to change tactics.'

“……”

At this time, there was a guy with a particularly strange expression, and when Schuster scored in Frankfurt before, he was either dismissive or unfazed. But this time Schuster tilted his head, and his eyes kept falling on Zheng Zhi's body.

"This guy,"

"Seems to be far more powerful than you think?"

"Was it an accident just now? Or is it a deliberate tactical offensive? ”

"No, I'll have to ask him ...... in a moment."

In addition to Heathfield and Huang Jianxiang, Schuster also immediately saw the doorway, and they all knew that this was not a simple attack.

After that, he became excited, and the more he felt that he had picked up the baby, he wanted to continue training Zheng Zhi even more.

Within minutes, the first half ended with a 15-minute halftime break.

In the visiting dressing room, Heathfield criticised the team.

'We played too relaxed and gave them space to counter-attack.

"I repeat that Eintracht Frankfurt beat Hertha Berlin and Bayer Leverkusen, and if you think you can easily win here, then keep dreaming."

"The goal just now was not luck."

"It was a premeditated attack!"

"Stefan, what do you think?" He looked sharply at Effenberg.

"I," Effenberg didn't have that much understanding, he just analyzed that Zheng Zhi was peeking into their backfield.

'He's always looking for opportunities to counter-attack, and that's a bit scary.

He, of course, refers to Zheng Zhi.

"No,"

"It's not all." A hint of disappointment flashed in Heathfield's eyes, and the 30-year-old Effenberg still didn't see it, he was already Germany's most talented midfielder, but he still didn't see the real problem.

"You try to remember when he took the ball and attacked."

Well, Effenberg was stunned for a moment, thinking that Heathfield was making a bit of a fuss today, but he still tried to recall the scene just now.

However, the eyes of Mateus beside him lit up instantly, he understood, and then said coldly:

"He passes the ball high."

"He took advantage of the rain and managed to hit a counter-attack with a high ball."

"Ahh Effenberg was shocked, and it was a little clear.

"It does ......"

He was speechless, but a trace of guilt welled up in his heart.

"If that's the case, then we're really underestimating him."

Heathfield nodded, and finally Effenberg and Mateus did not disappoint him, both saying that the Germans were more rigid in their thinking, but now it seems that these two guys are not so bad......

"It's not scary to concede a goal, don't be discouraged."

"Victory will still be ours."

"It just so happened that he reminded us that this should be our strength. We have to increase the chances of long-range shots, shoot more, grab more points, Giovanni, you come on in the second half to replace Strentz,"

Elber, who had been sitting on the bench, heard his name, and a flash of excitement flashed in his eyes, and he finally got ready to go. No matter how strong Heathfield says Frankfurt is, in his eyes, it is a lazy team. How strong is that midfielder, he is not Brazilian after all, the Germans may think he is good, but in the eyes of the Brazilians, he is nothing, no matter how strong he is, he is strong with Rivaldo? Still......

Suddenly, he felt that the Germans were uninformed......

Bad defense, bad midfielder, bad striker! As long as you play yourself, you can definitely beat them with goals.

"Ali, you go out to warm up too."

Ali Daei's eyes lit up, and he didn't expect Heathfield to be willing to give him half-time playing time.

"Your job is to make the ball for your teammates."

Well, even as a gun mount, he willing! Ali Daei gave Heathfield a very improved look, he really needs playing time now......

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In the home dressing room, Eman Trout summed up the first half and encouraged everyone to keep playing at the same pace as they did in the first half.

To be honest, Zheng Zhi thinks that Emman Trout's coaching level is quite average, his tactics are stable, there are no bright spots, and he can't reflect any tactical adjustments and changes. Something in the details is quite a bit worse.

Perhaps, it was just the reason why he had been coaching in the second division and the lower Bundesliga......

"Zheng,"

"Do you have anything to say?"

"You're the captain."

This is the authority of the locker room, and Ehman Trout actually gave him such power in the locker room.

"I think in the second half we still have to take the opportunity to fight back,"

"Look at this rainy day, it won't stop for a while, we have to be bold to counterattack, try to shoot as far as possible, the goalkeeper will definitely be afraid of such a shot."

"Even if there is no chance to shoot, we have to keep the pressure on their back, we have to be bold to hang the ball forward, the striker will have to work hard," Zheng Zhi glanced at Yang Chen.

"You have to hold them down, you can't let them all press up."

"Yang Chen is in the overall way, if you can't run, let Salu go."

'We have to pass the ball more high and avoid too many passing mistakes, and there will be a lot of physical confrontation on the high ball, so we have to be ready.'

Hearing Zheng Zhi's analysis, Schuster dispelled the idea of asking Zheng Zhi.

Because, in his heart, he affirmed his previous judgment......

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