Chinese players in Europe

Chapter 218 The Visitors in the Stand
"Could it be!!! He threw off Robben's defense and rushed to the front of the penalty area! This position is already ready for shooting! Shoot! Shoot!!! Shoot... Oh, oh, Boateng came up, Robben also came from Chased up from behind! Mofei lifted his foot and shot... No, no, Mofei didn't shoot, he knocked the football into the penalty area with his signature heel pass! Ibisevic made a diagonal stab and he received Football! Robben and Boateng collided hard and fell to the ground!"

He Ping saw Mo Fei walking around the flowers like a butterfly at the front of Bayern's penalty area, and couldn't help shouting excitedly: "Beautiful! This is a pass full of courage and imagination! Mo Fei's performance is unparalleled, Boateng and Robben is like two clowns, their defense is useless against Murphy!"

"Single knife! Ibishevic is a single knife! Ibishevic shot!!!!! GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOations! Spoon shot! Ibishevic did not waste the wonderful straight stuffy, Ibishevic, played the whole. Defense line! GREATGOAL!"

After Ibisevic shot the goal, he quickly rushed to the visiting team stands.He didn't raise his eyes to observe the result. The moment he kicked the football with his right foot, he knew clearly that the ball was there.As a natural shooter with a keen sense of smell, he has a deep self-confidence.If such a simple one-handed goal can't be scored, he, the current top scorer in the striker list, doesn't have to be confused.

The entire Allianz Arena was silent, and all the fans of the home team fell into silence.Only a few hundred Hoffenheim fans in blue jerseys were shouting wildly in a small area of ​​the north stand, and the blue Hoffenheim team flag was fluttering in the wind under the bright night sky, hunting loudly!

Driven by Ibisevic, all the Hoffenheim players in the front court rushed to the visiting team stand, crossed the billboard, waved their arms and shouted with the fans.The funny Sukulini and Obasi even stood directly on the billboard, screaming and twisting their buttocks in the direction of the Bayern players, as if laughing at the opponent's incompetence.The other players were obviously influenced by these two live treasures, and imitated their movements, twisting their buttocks towards the Bayern players.

"Hoffenheim's way of celebrating is really interesting, but they have such qualifications! Everything in football is based on strength. Hoffenheim can capture the Allianz Arena. They deserve such qualifications... To be honest , I think most of the function of this goal should be counted on Mo's head, although Ibisevic's spoon shot is also very exciting, but Mo Fei is the key person leading to this goal, it is his series of breakthroughs And pass the ball, so that his teammates scored so easily. Mo is the well-deserved core of Hoffenheim, and his performance has conquered all fans! Now Mo, even if he is not the top midfielder in the world, but the top of the Bundesliga must have His seat! Oh, my God, he is talented, I can't imagine how brilliant Mo's future will be! I believe he will achieve achievements that shock the world! I am looking forward to it!" There is a neutral The narrator commented that his tone was full of praise for Mo Fei.

"Mo's performance is unquestionable. He is a warrior. He can lead the team to accomplish impossible things. Watching him play is a kind of enjoyment, the purest enjoyment of football! Yes, I have never doubted Mo's future, he is a superstar, a born football superstar! All the conditions to become a world superstar have been met, he is an elf born for football, a football angel from China! "Wolf praised loudly in the commentary booth.He is not a Hoffenheim fan, and it can even be said that he is not cold about Hoffenheim, because the team he supports, Leverkusen, was once slaughtered by Hoffenheim 5:0 at home.However, this does not prevent him from liking Mo Fei. Beautiful football is always worthy of the praise of all fans.He does not deny that he is a Murphy fan, he likes to watch Murphy play football, it is a wonderful enjoyment for him.

"Hey, the goal has been scored! We are behind!" The home football commentator Chesnik said with a sad face and the corner of his mouth bitterly, "Although we are very reluctant, we have to face the fact that what we once dismissed' The rednecks' have the ability to play against us at Allianz, have the ability to break our goals, and even have the ability to take three points from here! It's really ironic that the country team that was not worth mentioning is in our eyes. It's just a weak ant that can be crushed to death at any time, but now...I'm afraid no one expected that the once small team would be so strong now. Maybe it's all because of the Huaxia boy in front of him, with him , Hoffenheim behaved like a top-notch giants, which is really terrible! Someone once questioned Ralph's vision, thinking that a Chinese player from the football desert was not worth 200 million euros, but now look, 200 million can only buy a pair of Mo's sneakers! I don't know what our scouts are doing. Are they all just eating? Such an outstanding young man turned a blind eye. If I were Hoeness, I would definitely let him They are all laid off!"

"As for our players, I really can't find any adjectives to evaluate their performance..." Chesnik patted his forehead in pain. He saw Robben and Boateng still slumped on the ground with painful faces, eyes There is still a deep bewilderment.This scene was a bit funny, but he couldn't laugh. He was played by his opponent until his teammates slammed into each other and then fell to the ground. He had only one feeling, and that was: Shame!

"Beautiful!!! Good shot!!!"

Mo Hongjun in front of the TV yelled and stood up suddenly, his face full of excitement.Even when he got up, he accidentally bumped into the side coffee table and knocked over the water glass without realizing it.In other words, he didn't care at all, and now he just wanted to express the excitement in his heart to his heart's content.That young man galloping around on TV is his son, every time he dribbles and every breakthrough makes his blood boil.He is so proud of his son!

"Old man, you want to be punished!" Chen Jun muttered dissatisfiedly, his hands were not idle, he quickly picked up the water glass on the ground, then went into the kitchen to clean it, poured another glass of water, and sat on the sofa again. He sat down and fixed his eyes on the bright young man on the screen.

"Feifei seems to have grown a lot stronger." Chen Jun murmured, his eyes full of love.

She is not a fan, and she doesn't even know the rules of the football game. It's like now, the muscular man from abroad kicked the ball into the goal, but everyone applauds Mo Fei again, which makes her feel inexplicable.But it doesn't matter, the reason why she didn't sleep in the middle of the night but sat here was to watch her son on TV.As long as she can see Mo Fei's appearance, she will be satisfied.

She doesn't care who scores who's goals or who is the winner and who is the loser. Her idea is very simple. As long as her son is happy, she, as a mother, will be satisfied.She was a little lucky, fortunately, she didn't keep her son by her side because of private thoughts, otherwise, how could her son be doing what she wanted so happily now.A happy son is her greatest wish!

"Old man, why did that big man lift Feifei so high? What if he broke his son!" Chen Jun suddenly saw the big man who scored a goal lift his son high on TV, and couldn't help but screamed, fearing that the other party would be careless Could it be broken.

"Sweat! They were celebrating!" Mo Hongjun didn't bother to explain to his "ball-blind" wife, and replied impatiently, continuing to focus on the TV.

"Oh." Chen Jun replied softly, and didn't reply. Instead, he turned his head and stared at the TV screen intently.

"nice shot!"

Seeing the football hit the net, Gao Hongbo couldn't help shouting, raised his head and drank the beer in his hand, and then threw the beer can on the ground.

"Speed, strength, timing, broad vision and rich imagination are all lacking! It is really outstanding! Unexpectedly, our China has finally produced a football genius that is rare in a century! It seems that the next World Cup, our Hope is great!"

After Gao Hongbo regained his composure, he sat down again.He is already thinking about how to build a brand new national team with Murphy as the core, presumably there will be a big improvement in strength.

But soon, his expression changed from surprise to bitterness.Because he thought that it would be impossible for him to continue to sit on the throne of the national team bishop year after a few years, that is to say, he would not be able to witness the birth of this miracle with his own eyes.He is very clear that although the national team's current results in the warm-up matches are good, anyone with a discerning eye knows what's going on, and they won't fight you for real.Moreover, there have been rumors recently that officials of the Football Association are actively looking for a well-known foreign coach to replace him.

He is not an unpatriotic coach, as long as it is for the good of the national team, he is willing to do what he is asked to do.It is of course good to have high-level foreign coaches who are willing to coach the Huaxia team, but he is worried that foreign coaches may not be able to figure out the team's situation in a short time. It will only make the national team, which is already riddled with holes, fall into a more hopeless situation.

"What can I do?" Gao Hongbo shook his head with a self-deprecating wry smile.He is very clear that he is just a "transitional" head coach, and it is not too much to say that he is a "puppet".Although he has a passion, but in Huaxia, his ambition will never be realized.Those big men of the Football Association with full stomachs are the ones who decide the life and death of Chinese football!There is nothing he can do!
"Hey, let's watch the game! What do you want to do so much! Now I'm just a fan, maybe a fan!" Gao Hongbo sighed and turned his gaze back to the screen.

On the northern stands of the Allianz Arena, three smiling middle-aged men were gathering together, bowing their heads and talking about something.The surrounding Hoffenheim fans looked at the three men with respect, but they didn't come forward to chat.In fact, long before the appearance of these three people, the fans had already enthusiastically asked them for their autographs, and now they don't want to disturb them so as not to affect their conversation.

"Ralph, you bought such an excellent player for 200 million, don't you feel a sense of accomplishment in your heart." Klinsmann winked at Rangnick and joked with a smile on his face.

"Is there? Is there a smile on my face?" Lannick smiled modestly, but the next sentence made Klinsmann despise, "Jurgen, you should say that Oh, great coach Ralph, your vision is so unique, every young player you see is very good, I admire you very much."

"Ralph, I suddenly feel that you are actually a very narcissistic and sullen man!" Another middle-aged man with black hair and a handsome face leaned his head and said in a flat tone.However, his eyes remained on the field, to be precise, on the Huaxia boy.

"Come on, Yoachim, since you can come here, you are naturally interested in Mo. But I don't think you have much hope. As far as I know, Chinese people are very fond of their motherland. They call This thing is called 'root'. This is the belief they guarded with their lives." Lannick replied in a wrong way.

After hearing this, the middle-aged man named Yoachim lowered his head and fell into deep thought.The purpose of his coming here is not only to watch several German international players in the Bayern Munich team, but also a more important purpose, to inspect the Chinese boy named Mo Fei.For a long time, Jurgen (Klinsmann) praised how outstanding this Chinese boy was in front of him, and he was very curious about how he could definitely adapt to the tactical system of the German national team.So, in the focus of this powerful dialogue, he came to the Allianz Arena.To her surprise, Mo Fei's performance was indeed as Klinsmann said, even better than he expected, which can only be described as "miraculous".

After a while, the middle-aged man raised his head resolutely, and smiled slightly at Klinsmann and Lannick: "Guys, if you give up without trying, that's not our style. If you don't try, how will you know?" Surely not? Maybe the result will be very different?"

Klinsmann and Rangnick did not speak, but looked at each other quietly, and then turned their eyes to the pitch again.

(End of this chapter)