“tooooooooooooooooooooooooor！！！”

"Bernd. Raoul! ”

"Now the score on the field is 1:2, Aachen leads by one goal!"

The shouts of the commentator Becker were mixed with the cheers of the Aachen fans.

Hag, who had always been weak-hearted, finally celebrated loudly at this moment, and the fans finally did not boo him after the goal.

The craziest celebration was Bernd who scored the goal.

This is his third season in Aachen and his third in the Bundesliga.

He made 37 appearances in his first two seasons, excelled and came through the academy, and was considered by fans to be the future of Aachen.

However, in those 37 appearances, he has yet to score a goal.

In other words, this goal was Berund's first goal in Aachen and in the Bundesliga!

As a midfielder, you shouldn't be judging by the number of goals.

But being able to score goals is always the happiest moment as a player!

If it was the first time, the joy would have risen exponentially.

Bernd came to celebrate under the stands of the Aachen fans, who cheered him on.

It's not that they have forgotten their academy talent, the main thing is that Bernd has not been performing well recently and has not played much.

Players who don't perform, they can't find a reason to cheer for him.

And now, they can finally stop "suppressing" the joy in their hearts and cheer for the children of Aachen.

There are also some people who are cheering for Zhuo Cunzhi, who has created this opportunity, and keep shouting the nickname "Didi" in their mouths.

Zhuo Cunzhi, who was also shouted by the fans, did not go to celebrate with Bernd.

To outsiders, it's like there is a contradiction between two people.

"Why don't you go over and celebrate?" João came to Zhuo Cunzhi's side.

"Didn't you go too?" Zhuo Cunzhi asked rhetorically.

"Why should I celebrate if it wasn't me who scored?" João said depressedly.

"It's not really what you say, is it?" Joao asked with doubt.

"What did I say?" Zhuo Cunzhi couldn't remember it a little.

"That's what you said, the one that doesn't work when you say something!" Joao said hurriedly.

"Oh oh, it's that, it's all said it was made up, and you're worried about it now!" Zhuo Cunzhi was a little speechless.

If Joao is really in a bad state because of this, I am afraid that this black cauldron will not be put on his head.

"But I really didn't score in this game." Joao said aggrievedly.

"Can you still score in every game?" Zhuo Cunzhi rolled his eyes directly.

He hasn't scored a league goal yet, only one in the German Cup.

"My goal is a hat-trick." Joao still can't accept reality.

Zhuo Cunzhi didn't want to talk to him anymore.

"Do you have a bad relationship with Bernd?" João gestured to the pile of people who were still celebrating.

Zhuo Cunzhi first shook his head, and then frowned and groaned.

"I don't have any grievances against him, but he probably has a problem with me." Zhuo Cunzhi remembered what Bernd had said to him some time ago.

"I won't lose to him", as if to say.

"What's wrong with you?" Joao rubbed his head, a little confused.

"Doesn't he like to have treats? But I haven't been there once. Zhuo Cunzhi said.

Bernd likes to invite people to the bar for a drink, so he is quite popular in Aachen.

Zhuo Cunzhi has never been there because he wants to train.

Because of this, he has a good relationship with Xie Hui, Kayas, and Joao in the Aachen team.

However, he felt that Bernd did not seem to be dissatisfied with him for this reason.

After all, Bernd himself hasn't been to the bar lately, and stays late every day to train like him.

Zhuo Cunzhi thought for a while, but he couldn't think of a reason.

"Anyway, he and I are both professional players, even if the relationship is not good, we will cooperate with each other on the field." Zhuo Cunzhi said nonchalantly.

For him, that would be enough.

After all, Bernd has not excluded him head-on, and even if he has an opinion about him, he is dutiful on the court and often passes the ball to him.

This approach is already quite good, so Zhuo Cunzhi has no opinion on him.

"That's right." Joao still didn't figure it out, but if Zhuo Cunzhi didn't care about it, he wouldn't say anything.

Bernd often treats guests, and he naturally often goes with him, and there are a few times when he does not have additional training.

For him, Zhuo Cunzhi is a friend, and Bernd is also a friend, so he cares so much about the difference between the two people.

"Speaking of which, when did your physical strength get so good?" João asked.

At this moment, the referee had already forced the Aachen players to stop celebrating.

"Believe it or not, I'll make it through!" Zhuo Cunzhi let go of his ambitions.

"Really?" João returned to his place in disbelief.

Bragging, of course......

Zhuo Cunzhi also returned to his place, and Christian and Oliver also set their sights on him again.

In the battle with the two of them, Zhuo Cunzhi's physical strength passed quickly.

Five minutes later, Zhuo Cunzhi obviously felt physically exhausted.

However, neither Christian nor Oliver let down their guard against him.

It is precisely because Zhuo Cunzhi twice created chances in their positions that Schweinfurt will now fall behind.

Especially in the second goal, he suddenly broke out when he thought he was no longer a threat, which made the two of them full of self-blame.

Feeling the conscientiousness of the two, Zhuo Cunzhi was speechless at the same time, but also sighed secretly.

He doesn't have the stamina now, but if he is allowed to rest for another ten minutes, he can make another breakthrough.

However, under this level of marking, he really didn't have much to do.

Zhuo Cunzhi, who has no physical strength, has attracted so many defensive forces, which naturally puts Schweinfurt's backline in jeopardy.

Wesker watched anxiously from the sidelines, but after using the last substitution, he could only be pressed.

In the end, to the boos of the Schweinfoot fans, the match ended with a score of 1:2.

Zhuo Cunzhi gasped, feeling his powerlessness, but a smile appeared on his face.

No matter how embarrassing it looks now, at least, he played the whole game, didn't he?

"Zhuo, let's change our jersey." Oliver came to Zhuo Cunzhi with his jersey.

Zhuo Cunzhi was stunned for a moment.

But it's not that he doesn't want to change, but although his jersey is engraved with the surname "Zhuo", everyone prefers to call him Diem.

The fans also gave him the nickname "Didi".

On the other hand, Oliver's accent is also a bit problematic, the pronunciation of this "zhuo" is quite weird, and Zhuo Cunzhi didn't hear it at once.

However, after seeing the jersey in Oliver's hand, Zhuo Cunzhi also understood what he meant, and immediately took off the jersey on his upper body.

"It's unbelievable that you can play in the Bundesliga with your level." Oliver said heartily.

"The Bundesliga is also a professional league, so it's hard to play." Zhuo Cunzhi also said sincerely.

"You're all flow-through players." Oliver shook his head.

"Flow state?"