"Separate the two of them!" Seeing that something was wrong, Cayas immediately shouted.

Xie Hui, as a friend of Kayas, immediately responded, and at the same time greeted Zhuo Cunzhi.

"Hurry up, you can help too...... What are you in a daze! Xie Hui slapped it violently.

Zhuo Cunzhi was stunned by him, and looked at Xie Hui blankly.

"Come and help and separate the two of them!" Xie Hui shouted loudly.

Whether it is Bernd or Schmidt, they are both strong players, with a height of 1.81.9 meters and a weight of more than 80 kilograms.

Several of Aachen's teammates had already gone up to pull the rack, and they didn't pull it away for a while.

Zhuo Cunzhi nodded sluggishly at first, and after realizing the seriousness of the matter, he hurriedly went up to help.

After all, he is not yet twenty years old, just a young man with relatively little experience.

At least, it was the first time he had seen something like this between his companions tearing their faces in person, and even doing something like this.

What makes Zhuo Cunzhi a little weak is that the cause of this incident should be on his head.

But that's not his goal, he never thought there would be such a thing!

Zhuo Cunzhi did not hesitate to run in the direction of Bernd, blocking him from rushing to Schmidt's position.

Perhaps because he had just been choked by Schmidt, Bernd's face looked flushed, as if he had been choked.

In fact, the players of professional football are all hot-blooded men in the sports department, and they are naturally more impulsive in many cases.

Especially in Europe, where there is more openness, fighting is by no means an extinct thing.

What's more, the famous star Anelka later described in his autobiography that when he was at Arsenal, he was once reprimanded by the big guy Vieira in the dressing room because of a mistake.

Vieira, as a well-known villain in football, punishes the younger brother in one set.

Anelka described Vieira as having slapped him in the face with his genitals, as if he had been beaten in public with a 14-inch strip of pork.

Although I finally heard that this was a joke made up by foreign friends, it also shows the overall atmosphere in Europe.

Including Davies's one-on-three, Lizarazu slapping Mateus, and the possible Beckham flying shoe gate in the future, Ruud van Nistelrooy angrily scolding the letter Rowe, the Dutch triumvig, some real and some fake, it can be seen that the fight is not unusual in European football.

Zhuo Cunzhi has also seen fights, but more of them are drunk men frolicking, not real fights.

But now the two people in the locker room look like they want to die.

Several people, including Zhuo Cunzhi, tried their best to restrain Bernd's movements.

"Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive!" Zhuo Cunzhi didn't know what to say, so he could only say this.

As if he hadn't heard, Bernd looked even more ferocious.

On the other hand, Schmidt is exactly the same, and the persuasion of everyone makes it more difficult for them to calm down, and the movement of breaking free is getting bigger and bigger.

"Lauf! If you do this, we will lose in Aachen! When he was in a hurry, Zhuo Cunzhi had an idea.

Bernd must be so angry now because he is dissatisfied with Schmidt's actions.

And Schmidt's actions have at most affected Aachen's results, turning the Bundesliga dream into a bubble.

Combined with the fact that Bernd came to trouble him before, it can be seen that Bernd cares most about Aachen.

To Zhuo Cunzhi's surprise, Bernd listened to his words, and the intensity of his struggle suddenly became much smaller.

On the other side, Kayas and the others also reluctantly persuaded Schmidt.

atmosphere, at an impasse.

At this time, the head coach Hach, who was in the middle, finally had a chance to speak, "You all sit down first!" ”

He has also been coaching for many years, but it is rare for his teammates to get into a fight at halftime.

Bernd and Schmidt were both a little unwilling and stared at each other, but under the persuasion of their teammates, the two finally sat down.

By the time the two of them sat down, Hach was still rubbing his head with a headache.

He is not young anymore, and it will take a while to analyze the situation just now.

'Schmidt is our captain, but we concede a lot of goals, not because of the captain's fault, it's not just the defender's fault, we all in Aachen, including me, have done something wrong. Hach said at length.

He is not young, he knows very well that he can't pull the bias at this time, otherwise the two of them may riot.

At this time, if he approves the fault, even if he shares it himself, the two of them can settle down a little.

Seeing that the two of them did not react excessively to his words, Hahe was also secretly relieved.

Bernd looked like he wanted to say something, if it weren't for Zhuo Cunzhi desperately pulling him by the side, something would probably have happened.

Hach doesn't think he's pulling the skew, but in Bernd's eyes, he's pulling the skew, and he's biased toward Schmidt.

He always believed that Schmidt's fault in this matter lay with Schmidt, and if it weren't for his lack of concentration in defense, Aachen's defense would not have been beaten into a sieve.

It's just that what Zhuo Cunzhi said affected Aachen's results, but after all, it affected him and made him temporarily stop.

"We don't have a problem with our defenders, it's just a run-in that's missing." Hach didn't notice Bernd's expression, and thought both men accepted his claim.

Schmidt may have accepted it, but Zhuo Cunzhi was well aware that Bernd definitely did not accept such a statement, because he was now clenching his fists.

"When the run-in is good, our defence will definitely not concede so many goals again, and promotion to the Bundesliga is also possible." Hach draws a pie, hoping that both will be tempted by his blueprint.

But in reality, Bernd's face stiffened, and Schmidt almost hung a mocking arc.

Hach also knew that this was not the case, and the two parties would probably not believe him.

But he had to coax the other Aachen players, otherwise Hag would have a heart attack if something else happened.

At the same time, Hach also had a vague feeling that this Aachen was not going to want to win.

If something like this happens, and you want to win, the chances are too low.

"In the second half we played defensive counter-attacks, Bernd, Schmidt, you all go down and calm down." Hag made the final decision, the decision about this match.

Schmidt snorted and accepted the arrangement, but Bernd stood up on the spot.

"I'm going to stay on the field." Bernd said firmly.

Zhuo Cunzhi, who couldn't hold him down, couldn't help but cover his face.

Schmidt, Hach, and the other Aachen players are all focused on Bernd at the moment.

"He can't do the job of a defender, so let me come!" After Bernd finished speaking, Schmidt's gaze on the other side became much more vicious.

But after a moment, all that remained was mockery.

"No, calm down!" Hach frowned and refused.

"Then I'll quit!" Bernd stared at Hach, revealing a serious desire for jade-like flames.