"How so? How so? In the stands, Li Mei stayed in her seat and kept muttering to herself.

Li Ziming and the others on the side were also sitting in their positions worriedly, as if they had forgotten their original tasks.

Li Ziming drank half a bottle of water in one go, calmed his nervousness, and spoke for a long time: "I don't know how Ah Feng's injury is?" ”

"Depending on the situation, the injury is not light, and if you are stepped on by a strong man of 100 kilograms, your fingers may be broken!" Liu Qiang poured a sip of mineral water, also worried.

At this time, the banners humiliating Wu Feng in the stands had disappeared unconsciously, and the boos for him all over the sky had also disappeared.

Faced with a magnanimous opponent, Munich 1860 fans were ashamed to treat Wu Feng with such humiliating banners and boos, and Wu Feng in front of the goal did not know that his unconscious move had conquered the hearts of most Munich 1868 fans.

For the first time, the idea of friendship first, competition second occupied the hearts of Munich 1860 fans.

The game continued to start, but Wu Feng was a little difficult to concentrate while standing in front of the goal, and under his strong appearance, he still felt a sharp pain in the two fingers of his right hand, and he almost only felt pain.

Under this severe pain, it was difficult for him to concentrate all his attention on the court, and he originally wanted to secretly use internal force to infuse the tendons and veins of his two fingers, but the operation of internal force could not be completed in a while. And at that time, he couldn't move his body, which would cause him to go mad, and his martial arts would be completely ruined, and his muscles and veins would be completely destroyed, and he would become paralyzed, so Wu Feng could only endure it with his willpower and wait for the intermission.

The camera swept over his face, but it captured the scene of him sweating profusely, as well as his slightly trembling right hand, whether it was a grinning and distorted expression, so that everyone who followed him knew that his condition was not as calm as it seemed on the outside.

It's just that although Wu Feng has been injured, and it is still because of the players on his side, the players in Munich will not let go of the water because of this, they are opponents at the moment, and there are only winners and losers in the arena.

The first 30 minutes of the first half were mostly on the ground, but in the second 15 minutes the football flew into the sky, and now Antonio's role is less obvious, and it is mainly up to Belcante to make a difference.

Karlsruhe's players played against Belkante in the first half of the season, and this time they studied him thoroughly, but they still watched Belkante rampage in the penalty area helplessly, Hag and Cohen couldn't hold Bercanter's activity at all, and the strength of the two was very different from their opponents.

It was the new Pisot who assisted the two of them to quiet the "monster" for a while, but Sisko saw that Belkante could not deal with the defenders of Karlsruhe alone, so he replaced Danny Schwartz with a big wave of his hand and replaced Marcus Torrant, hoping to use Marcus's header to go through the Karlsruhe door with Bercanter.

With this tactical change from Sisko, Munich's midfield almost completely changed to a power-type combination, except for Sven. Sven Bender, although he looks a little thin, is also very good at fouling, and his defensive skills are very good, and Bolcello is also limited by him.

Daniel, Max, Marcus and Sven are like four stirring sticks in the midfield, and after such a stirring, Karlsruhe's short pass penetration is basically stuck in the midfield, and only the same as Munich.

But their high-hanging passing skills have a lot of gaps between Federico and Booker, and even Bolcello doesn't have much good rushing skills.

Karlsruhe punched and hung in front of Munich 1860, which was not much different from playing with a big knife in front of the gate.

Looking at the height of the Munich backline, Toto himself is 1.88m, Greg is 1.85m, Majie is 1.86m, and Georgia is 1.85m. Looking at their midfield, Daniel is 1.83 meters, Sven is 1.85 meters, Max is 1.86 meters, Marcus is 1.86 meters, and among these "masters", it is not easy to rely on Kecapalani and Freis to grab the ball.

The football kept flying, and it was constantly pushed back or grabbed by Munich's defenders and midfielders, so Karlsruhe's attack broke the line and posed no threat to Munich at all.

But Munich 1868's play up front was a great threat every time, with Berkante and Marcus charging forward, Antonio and Max roaming around them, and Daniel frequently inserting assists.

After 40 minutes, Karlsruhe's backline began to tighten, and in the face of the onslaught of "Monster" Belkant and Marcus, the back line composed of Hag and Cohen and Pisot continued to be flawed.

It's just that Belkante is only a player in the Bundesliga after all, even if his ability can reach the level of the first division, his shooting skills and foot skills are not very good, it can be said that his ability to create opportunities is far greater than his ability to grasp opportunities, so he has not been able to break through the goal guarded by Wu Feng.

And Marcus is also nearly 30 years old, and his reaction speed is not as fast as before, and he has only returned from injury not long ago, otherwise the door of Karlsruhe is more dangerous, especially now that Wu Feng is also injured.

This situation lasted until the end of the first half, and Becker did not have a good way to solve it, but fortunately, after Wu Feng was injured, his performance was still steady, blocking several must-score goals of Munich 1860.

The game finally entered the halftime break that Wu Feng had dreamed of, when his jersey was soaked like it was soaked in water, and when he took his right hand out of the glove, he could still see the blue and black on his fingers.

As soon as he returned to the locker room, Wu Feng told Capalani not to let anyone touch his body, and then he sat cross-legged in front of the closet, resting his luck.

Becker, who originally wanted to ask Wu Feng a few more words, did not bother Wu Feng again after hearing Capalani's dissuasion.

In the eyes of him and other players, this is the magic of Chinese kung fu, and they no longer bother him, and even the rearrangement of tactics is arranged in a small voice in the corner of the side.

However, everyone in the locker room looked at Wu Feng's position from time to time, curious and worried about his peculiar sitting posture.

At this moment, Wu Feng was lucky, and slowly lost the internal force to the two fingers, almost as slow as the speed of a snail, but there was no way, now the tendons and veins of the fingers were injured, and once the internal force was input too fast, it was likely to cause the tendons and veins to break, and the consequence was that the two fingers were wasted.

So although it was very slow, Wu Feng still insisted, and finally the internal force was like a small stream into the tendons of two fingers.