In the fast-paced attack and defense, the young Red Devils who are holding back their energy are trying to prove themselves.

To be honest, there was some urgency in their mood after sitting on the bench and watching the old guys get back-to-back victories.

In particular, in the wave of cheers of the home audience, when you have a good time fighting with your opponent, the desire to express your desire will become unprecedentedly strong.

In this case, it's just that the preponderance of the scene is obviously not what they care about the most.

When and who will rewrite the score is the answer they want to know most at the moment.

Kuka and Bennar are the two guys who are most eager to prove themselves, which is well known, and the final handling of the ball is often handed to their feet, pushing the boat down the river, letting them find their feelings and try their feet.

In the 19th minute of the game, Kuka began to dribble horizontally in front of the opponent's left penalty area, and after avoiding the top grabs of two players in a row, his movements slowed down significantly.

Behind him, a slightly hesitant Barak.

The Americans have completed two shots, one slightly higher, one shocked the opposing goalkeeper in a cold sweat, and this time in order to pursue the angle, it has changed from active to passive, from calm to reluctant.

In the end, under the watchful eyes of the whole audience, he explained the attack with a weak shot.

"Shout more!"

The current captain behind Ballack, Dane Schjungberg, saw it clearly, and after confirming that the ball was away from goal, he quickly roared.

Kuka, who had finished shooting, also noticed Ballack behind him, but the American bad boy, who was accustomed to freedom, just grimaced with a wicked smile and got up to chase the ball.

Barak was still in a daze, and his pace back was much heavier than usual.

"Hey, don't think about it so much, that guy is snickering in the stands!"

Latchenho had one eye on the ball that was about to take off, and the other was reluctant to take off Barak.

"Got it."

The German guy apparently perked up a bit. He responded in a thick voice, and his steps began to quicken.

The game then continued.

On 27 minutes, Kaiserslautern won an indirect free-kick from outside the box on the right.

"If you don't come, you're welcome!"

Seeing Barak's hesitant eyes, Latchenho shouted without thinking.

"Well, then I'll grab some." Barak nodded. Just as he was running towards the forbidden area, he looked back at the black and white elves lying quietly on the ground.

"Be resolute!" Rachin Hosch Shiran stood still, his hands on his hips.

"It's up to you." Balak simply turned around and stepped back towards the penalty area.

“”

The Brazilians would have said, "You should pat your chest and say, 'Look at me!'" As a result, the words stopped at the end of his mouth, and he just raised his hand.

The ball eventually grazed over Ballack's head, causing another sigh.

In the 36th minute of the game, Kuka, who was running all over the field, finally received the reward.

A not-so-rigorous cross from the Hannover 96 midfielder was touched on the tip of the toe by the struggling American. The bouncing ball finally appeared in front of Lu Wei.

It's a good opportunity to steal up front, and the two guys won't miss it. In the end, the two of them succeeded in their respective performances, and the left passage was opened along the lì.

When facing the goalkeeper in the small penalty area, Kuka's shot angle was already small, but the bad boy who didn't believe in evil was lucky this time, after a close-range shot, the lightning-like ball crossed the opponent's goalkeeper's fingertips and flew into the net against the crossbar!

After the goal, the American was as unrestrained as ever, accompanied by an elongated roar from the tweeter. In the heart-rending sound of "Kukaaaa Then he got up and kept kissing, and finally he had to jump up as he ran, waving his fists in the air.

Latchenho didn't go to join in the fun, and the Brazilian, who knew where the other party's knot was, put his arm around Ballack's shoulders and said in a low voice: "Look, sometimes. Reason doesn't necessarily solve the problem. If you don't try, luck won't help you. ”

"Well, if it's like that, I tend to think about it more." Ballack was clearly not as disappointed as the Brazilian had imagined, and actually raised his fist to gesture to Kuka in the distance.

"Oh. Looks like I'm worried about you in vain! Latchenho clearly felt that he was at a loss, and his facial expression became gnashing of teeth.

"Haha, of course not, I'll invite you to dinner when you come down!" Barak was obviously not the rookie he was at the beginning, he patted the Brazilian on the back with a smile, and yelled in a rough voice at the guy who ran close to him and planned to hug him, "Beautiful! ”

Kuka hugged him and said unexpectedly: "Don't think too much, shoot this thing, the more you think about it, the worse you can't do it!" ”

"Understood!"

The score of 1:0 in the first half was maintained until the end.

Rehhagel was satisfied with such a game situation.

Ballack's hesitation, of course, the old man saw it clearly, but he, who was also a player, could understand the great courage required for the core road. He won't use too high a demand to make the guy who is already carrying too much more and more breathless.

If it weren't for the actions of his disciples later, he would have planned to wake up a little at halftime, but what happened later reassured him, and the locker room only said a few words, and then turned around and left.

As a result, I didn't take two steps out of the door, and someone followed behind me.

"Don't you want to remind me?"

Lu Wei's voice that was not deliberately lowered echoed in the corridor for a long time.

"Do you need it?" Rehhagel also did not lower his voice, and asked rhetorically with a smile.

"Time is running out."

"Yes. I'm afraid that talking too much will put him under too much pressure. ”

"Don't you need a reminder for directions?"

"It should be fine."

"It's not like your tone!"

"Haha, that guy picked it personally, of course I believed it!"

The voices of the two gradually left behind them with their footsteps, and when they inadvertently looked up, it was already sunny

As soon as the game started in the second half, Hannover 96 returned the color, and after a precise 45-degree cross from the perimeter, the small gap between Ruth and Seske was caught by the opponent. A light header flick made Lineke raise his hands helplessly.

This kind of conceding a goal is not a mistake strictly speaking, if you have to be held responsible, the tacit understanding between the two central defenders, an old man and a young one, is the real culprit.

It's just that there is such a thing as tacit understanding. How can you force it in the short term?

"Hey, it's okay, trust me, trust us!"

When everyone was a little nervous, Kukatian's voice sounded without fear, as if he was the owner of this field.

The shouts one after another quickly sounded, successfully resolving the awkward glances between the old and the young.

Ballack still didn't come out of his daze until the celebrations were over and the whistle blew for the restart. He shook his head vigorously, as if he wanted to shake out the distractions.

The restarting match continued to pick up the tempo, only with a slight difference in mentality.

Hannover 96 was obviously a little surprised to equalize so smoothly, they had no big goal, and their desire to upset suddenly became unprecedentedly strong!

Kaiserslautern didn't need Rehhagel's repeated emphasis at half-time, and although the goal was disappointing to everyone, he immediately threw himself into the game, which ignited the enthusiasm of the fans.

The fighting spirit of one side is high. One side remained calm, for a while. The situation is a little scorching.

In the 61st minute of the game, Bena leaned on the opponent after receiving Ballack's cross, turned and shot with his feet, but the ball that failed to eat the spot spun away from the expected goal.

"Haha, boy, go home and practice again!"

The goalkeeper of Hannover 96 is clearly an old churro on the pitch. In the midst of the ridicule, he actually put on a pose to invite the gentleman into the urn.

Burnett's raised fist swung twice in the air, eventually clenching his lower lip and running away.

Latchenho felt like a firefighter.

"Hey, don't fight him!"

"Yes!" Bena's voice rang out quickly. The tone was a little cold.

"Let my brother teach him a lesson!" Kuka rolled up the sleeves of his jersey and looked like a street thug.

"Haha, it's a bit of a big brother!" Brazilians hold stinky feet.

"Look!" Kuka obviously had no intention of continuing to pretend to be X, twisted his head, and quickly disappeared from everyone's view.

In the 69th minute of the game, Rehhagel, who was frowning a little in the coach's box, began to call people back from the track. However, Christov and Sforza have not yet come closer, and there are waves on the field again!

Lu Wei and Kuka started from their own half, and after two successful combinations in a row, they once again tore apart the opponent's midfield defense. The American, who crossed with his partner, sprinted forward along the left touchline this time until he was level with the line of the penalty area, then made a sharp stop and turned around, and the ball was handed to Latchinho, who was inserted behind.

The Brazilian had already prepared, and with a slight adjustment, Lu Wei's incomparably accurate through ball allowed Lu Wei to easily pass a defender, and finally sent the ball out first in the opponent's obvious foul intention!

It's just the goal, leaving everyone speechless.

Ballack, who was inserted at high speed on the right side, ran away again, and the Kuka man, who was still active on the left side, arrived at the ball and pushed it with one kick, rewriting the score again!

By the way, the gods descended to earth, with their hands on their hips, and hung up on Bena, who jumped on him excitedly.

"Come on, why don't you call the board?!"

The Americans obviously have the type of revenge, and they yelled at the opposing goalkeeper who fell to the ground at the first time.

Firefighter Rachinho quickly arrived at the scene and grabbed the guy who was about to continue the provocation.

Ballack's hand was a little weak this time, as if he had become a complete spectator in such a game.

The dispute was quickly quelled by substitutions.

Sforza replaces Lu Wei and Christov replaces Ballack.

"Brother, you haven't helped me with my hat-trick yet!!"

Kuka suddenly lost his true colors as a big brother, and watched Lu Wei go down with tears and shouts.

"What were you thinking about what could have been done better?" Lu Wei ignored the Americans, and a calm voice sounded in Barak's ears.

"It's a bit of a feeling like I don't know where to start." The German guy paused for a moment and explained with a wry smile.

"Thinking comes at a cost, and obviously you're not mentally prepared." Lu Wei quickened the pace of his downward movement and high-fived Sforza, who couldn't wait.

"Ah, wait for me." Confused, Barak quickened his pace and caught up with him.

Time is running out for the game, so don't you need to control the rhythm?

"Switching from physical labor to mental labor takes time and comes at a cost." Lu Wei stood still on the court, and saw that the other party was side by side with him, so he continued to speak: "It's better to win the opponent steadily, it's better to increase the difficulty." For example, ask a teammate to do a hat-trick or something. ”

"Seriously, you're like you're on a high-speed train, and I still feel like I'm still walking."

Barak turned his head and looked at the guy in the court who looked like he had eaten spinach, his speeding steps a little shaky.

"Yes, say goodbye to a strong body, just rely on the brain that has not yet adapted to the rhythm, of course, there will be a feeling that you can't keep up."

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome." (To be continued......)