Chinese players in Europe

Chapter 174 Strong and Unyielding Fight to the End!

At the same time, the referee also blew to stop the game and ran over quickly.He is also really depressed. He stopped the game just 1 minute ago, and now he blew the whistle again.In the derby, it's really not good to execute penalties.

"Mo Dazuo took a free kick, the ball was very fast! The football hit Gehabut! He fell!! Let's see what the referee will do... It seems that Gehabut's injury is not serious, and the stretcher has entered The field kicked him out... Although I don't know if Mo's free throw was intentional or just an accident, but I have to say, it's so fucking beautiful! This is the Derby! Gans these Stuttgart guys, let them experience it Our football!" Locke yelled.This free throw is really relieving, let's see if this group of self-proclaimed rich guys dare to show off their prestige on their territory!
"Good job! Little Mo, that's it, kick hard and kick all these bastards off the field!" Seeing Gehabut being carried off the field on a stretcher, Liu Pitang's depression was swept away and he laughed loudly. Shout out to each other.

And Andre next to him also had a hot light in his eyes.That number 77 is really manly!Immediately retaliate after suffering a loss, this kind of tough style is a real man!A gleam of pleasure flashed on Andre's face, but it was soon replaced by sadness.If I could be as brave and strong as that young man, Liszt and the others would not dare to bully me...

He glanced back at Liszt secretly, and saw him cursing something in a low voice with a dejected expression on his face.Seeing the other party's unlucky look, Andre couldn't help feeling refreshed.Less than 5 minutes into the game, a player from Stuttgart was sent off. As a die-hard supporter of Liszt, one can imagine the depression in his heart.What made him feel even more broken was that he still couldn't vent his dissatisfaction to his heart's content.Look at the cheering Hoffenheim fans around. If he dares to yell a bad word about the opponent, he will definitely die to the point of death.

"Mo, good job! I didn't expect you to be so bad, look, that bastard is still lying on the sidelines in pain, it seems that this game can't continue to participate. Haha, you won't kick the opponent into a vegetable, will you?" ?" Weiss laughed and put his arm around Mo Fei's shoulder, and praised him.In his opinion, to deal with this group of bastards, they should be treated violently, and let them see the majesty of Hoffenheim.

Mo Fei nodded with a serious face.He kicked the ball on the opponent's head on purpose, he is not a master who just falls into the stomach after suffering a disadvantage.Since you want to provoke me, you have to bear my anger.Isn't this a derby?I am also a member of the derby, and I have my own way to beat you!

The referee came over and showed Mo Fei a yellow card amidst the boos of more than 3 fans at home.Mo Fei nodded and walked back blankly.The yellow card told Gerhabout he couldn't run when the football hit his head.But he has no regrets.He just wants to use this method to let all opponents know that he is definitely not a soft persimmon!

"Oh, oh, the referee showed Mo a yellow card. But don't be upset, you are our hero! Just play like this! Mo, go! Hoffenheim, go!"

Locke still drives the atmosphere of the fans with his passionate voice.All the fans of the home team shouted and applauded Mo Fei.As long as he can deflate his opponents in the same state, Mo is their hero.

Soon, the referee blew the whistle in his hand.The game continued.

From the very beginning of the game, there was a strong smell of gunpowder.The conflict between Murphy and Gehabut made the game more tense and intense.Players on both sides are like red-eyed lions, and they will not give up until they tear their opponents into pieces.Players from both sides repeatedly used fouls to demonstrate to each other. The whistle in the referee's hand never stopped, and the game was repeatedly suspended.

Since Could Fei was the "culprit" who sent Gehabut off the field, he was naturally taken care of even more.Often as soon as he catches the ball, the opponent's players will come forward to press him.Even if you can't stop him, you have to put him on the ground.Teresch, the German who replaced Gerhabt, obviously came on the field with Gross's order. The purpose is very clear, which is to prevent Murphy.As for the means?This is a derby, do I need to be blunt?So Tresch acted as the vanguard of the foul against Mo Fei, holding hands and kicking, and greeting Mo Fei with various moves.

Faced with the opponent's endless fouls, Mo Fei was also very annoyed.He felt that this derby was not a match, it was clearly a collective boxing performance.Being knocked to the ground repeatedly, he wished he could jump up, grab the opponent's neck, and then explode the opponent's.However, his rationality allowed him to restrain his impulse. If he did so, he would not be able to escape with a red card, and it might affect his career.

He will no longer deal with Tresch in the same way he dealt with Gehabut at the beginning. After all, that approach is not the right way.He was waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity where he could seal his throat with a sword and die in agony!
Mofei tried to break through or find a gap with the ball again and again, but was pulled to the ground by Tresch again and again.However, his expression was always very flat, as if he was not the one who was fouled, and there was no trace of anger on his face.I got up silently again and again, then looked for opportunities again, and then was pulled down again.

Teresch looked at No. 77, who didn't say a word, and his expression was as flat as a calm lake without the slightest ripple, and his face twitched violently a few times.If the other party gave him a few vicious glances, or scolded him a few words, he would feel better.But the boy in front of him who looked younger than him was plainly creepy.It was so peaceful, so peaceful that it made his inner hairs grow cold.He had the feeling that he was being targeted by a ferocious beast, and the current situation seemed to be just a harbinger of the coming storm...

"Mr. Referee, did you forget to bring your glasses? The opponent turned a blind eye to repeated fouls. How much did those guys in Stuttgart pay you?" Locke mocked angrily.The opponent actually fouled Mo Fei again and again, and the referee only gave verbal warnings.This is our home field, it's a crime!

"Fuck, this SB referee!"

"Number 35 (Tresch), you son of a bitch! I'll rip you to shreds on the sidelines!"

"Mo, fight back fiercely! Let him see the majesty of our Huo Village!"

The fans in the stands were also furious, cursing loudly.Many fans vented their dissatisfaction by throwing items in their hands to the sidelines.

Andre looked at the ruthless look of the big oriental man next to him who wanted to jump off the stands and beat him up, and his face was slightly moved.Although he was still sitting quietly in his seat, his heart was very restless.He wasn't cursing the foul bastard in his heart, his gaze was focused on the boy who fell down again and again but got up silently again and again.The determination on the young man's face gave him the illusion that he is not a coward who is willing to endure by force. His anger will soon explode...

Sure enough, when his teammates sent the ball to Mo Fei's direction again, Tresch still followed up quickly.No matter what the opponent's next move is, my mission is to completely freeze it.Seeing that the opponent stretched his right foot towards the football, he pushed forward with both hands vigorously.But the air touched by his hands told him accurately that he pushed empty.And there was a stumbling block under his feet, and he almost fell to the ground.

Stabilizing his figure, he looked towards the opponent, but saw that Mo Fei didn't catch the ball at all, but turned to one side of his body, avoiding his pushing and shoving, leaking the football to his teammates, and then quickly ran to the middle.

Teresh was horrified and hurried to catch up.

Could it be that after avoiding the opponent, he ran towards the moving block in the middle.Sure enough, Salihovic, who received his missed ball, sent the football back with a nudge.The advance of the ball is just right. Could it be that he can use his speed to get rid of Tresch who is only chasing after him, or he can easily take the ball away before the opponent's defensive player arrives.

Molinarola pulled out of the penalty area and quickly chased towards the football.He knows that the opponent's speed is very fast and his explosive power is also very good, but he is close to the ball.Furthermore, he didn't dare to let his opponent take the ball easily. He was already able to shoot directly from the top of the arc in the penalty area.

Of course, Mo Fei saw the opponent's movement, and his steps were faster. Before the opponent's foot was about to touch the football, he quickly stretched out his right foot and pulled the football to his body.Immediately afterwards, he pulled his left foot on the football again, turned his body to one side, and swayed over with a half-turn.

This set of movements was as smooth as clouds and flowing water, and Molinaro was stunned in place.

Teresch, who had been chasing Mo Fei closely, had a smile on his face. After Mo Fei finished this action, his footsteps would definitely slow down. Although the pause was short, it was enough to steal it from behind. .

Mo Fei's stature was indeed slightly stagnant.But this is what he did on purpose. With his speed, he can naturally connect this set of moves faster, without giving the opponent's defensive players a chance to react.He clearly saw central defender Del Pierre abandoning Obasi and pounced towards him.And the gradually clear gasping sounds behind him reminded him that someone was approaching.No need to look back, he also knew it was the bastard who kept fouling him!

Mo Fei slightly arched his body into a tiny arc, and then slammed hard behind him.Teresch, who was about to stretch his feet, was hit hard, caught off guard, he had no time to adjust, and fell to the ground on his back.Seeing this, Del Pierre thought he could take advantage of it, and stretched his feet towards the football under Mo Fei's feet.

Could it be that he completely arched his body, clamped the football with both feet, jumped nimbly, passed the opponent, and rushed to the penalty area.Before Boulahrouz could make up for it, a nudge passed the football diagonally to Obasi, who was empty around him.

Obasi had already started a diagonal run long before Murphy's pass, and Murphy's pass appeared just right on his path.Without hesitation, a violent shot kicked the ball into the goal guarded by Ulreich!

1: 0!

After scoring the goal, Obasi turned around and wanted to find Mo Fei to celebrate together, but saw that Mo Fei had already run to the northernmost corner stand, where Stuttgart fans live.

"You bastards! Yell, yell! Damn, kick me? Throw me to the ground? Keep going! I'll make you feel the pain in my own way!"

Mo Fei yelled crazily, venting the anger that had been violated before.He had endured silently for such a long time, waiting for this moment!His silence does not mean that he is a coward, and his failure to resist is not because of his cowardice.He endured, he persisted, in order to slap each other fiercely!

The opponent's foul will not stop him, and the tragic derby will not make him timid!He will fight to the end!Until the enemy is driven into the dark abyss!
"Beautiful! Beautiful! Ooooh!!!"

The moment the football rolled into the goal, Andre jumped up from his seat with a ferocious roar, waving his arms wildly with the crowd of fans.The ball went in!The ball went in!The excitement in his heart could no longer be suppressed, and all the inferiority and cowardice disappeared at this moment, and he just wanted to vent his emotions to the fullest.The opponent fell down again and again, but got up again and again!He is a strong man!I should live like a man and fight for my dreams.Even if it fails, even if it is ridiculed, so what!I am not a poor person, I also want to live strong and brave!

Mo Fei's tenacity and unyielding touched him deeply.The other party is just a teenager, if the other party can do it, why can't he do it!

"Thank you, No. 77! Let me find myself." Andre looked at the figure still roaring in anger with a determined face, and clenched his palms tightly.

"Is that Chris..."

Liszt muttered in a low voice with doubts on his face.Is that excited but confident kid really his classmate who has been with him for two years?The moment the other party jumped up, he identified the owner of that figure.But there was an expression of disbelief on his face, and he couldn't help but connect with that cowardly, poor fellow who could only be bullied but dared not fight back or even complain.

He suddenly felt that the classmate in front of him became very strange, and he saw the brilliance he had never seen before on the other party's face: self-confidence, strength, bravery, unyielding, and the fighting spirit in his eyes...

He had the illusion that he was a coward. The opponent was so tall at the moment, but he could only huddle in his seat and dare not make any movements, because he was worried that he would be torn to pieces by the excited fans...

(End of this chapter)