The ball that Zheng Zhi kicked seemed to have life, with a graceful arc, landing just over one meter in front of Yang Chen. Yang Chen comfortably paddled the outside of his right foot and unloaded the ball perfectly. The ball obediently rolled forward for more than two meters. At the same time, Yang Chen increased his speed again and continued to shake off Trares behind him.

Single sword!

"Roster attacked."

"But Yang shot low and close to the corner."

"Oh, God, come in."

"3:1, it's such a tragic score."

"Yangmei scored twice and scored her 7th goal."

"Bremen fell into Frankfurt's rhythm today. Compared with their opponents, Bremen is far behind in both defense and offense today. Is Magath really ready for this game? I have ten thousand reasons to suspect that he never thought Frankfurt would bite them at home. No, it's three. If they continue to play in this situation, they will have to concede the ball!"

"Yang,"

"Yang,"

"Yang,"

Home fans shouted Yang Chen's name.

"I knew that after this guy came back, we could win!"

"Ah, Yang, he has scored 7 league goals and is ranked 5th in the scorer list. If he doesn't participate in any Asian Games, we won't have lost three consecutive games."

"He is our best striker!"

"Man, although Yang is very powerful, the most important person is Zheng!"

"Without Zheng, there would be no goal. Maybe another striker could score this goal, but if Zheng was replaced by another person? Even if he was replaced by Schneider, he could not pass such a ball. Even if he could pass it, it would not pass it well! Zheng's role in Frankfurt is immeasurable. This is why the team lost three consecutive times without him, and the team could score three goals with him. This game is stable!"

"Yes, you're right. Zheng is indeed the most important thing. He is our midfield commander. Maybe he may be more important than Emmantrout or Shuster?"

"Schuster is also very important. He changed his previous defensive counterattack style. If it were Emmantrout, he might not be able to score such a score today."

In the cardiology ward of the University Hospital of Frankfurt, Emmantrout leaned against the bed, his eyes full of excitement. The nurse had told him not to watch the game again several times, but he still insisted, and the 3:1 score made him sigh.

"well……"

"If I weren't lying here, I should be the one who enjoyed the victory."

"That guy Bornd is so lucky."

"I won the first game and it was very good."

This time, Shuster simply turned around and looked at Magath, wanting to see what expression was on Magath's face. The live broadcast shot just gave Shuster and Magath a big close-up.

When Magath saw Shuster looking at him, he quickly turned around and yelled at the players in the backcourt to hide his panic and uneasiness. He didn't want to see Shuster for a second, let alone be watched by him!

"Trace, Magath."

"I lost completely today in this game. You can imagine how many people didn't feel after the game that mocked Magath for losing to rookie Schuster..."

"But Magath's performance in Bremen this season is really not very good. If he continues to play like this, it will probably be difficult for him to stay in Bremen next season."

"3:1, see if there are any goals."

Frankfurt was almost sure to win with two goals, but Shuster still shouted loudly from the sidelines.

“Not enough!”

"This is not enough!"

"What you know, what should you do!"

"Continue to show all our combat power!"

"Fuck them!"

"Fuck them to death!"

"Kick them out of the Eagle Stadium!"

His words were not rational and respectful to Bremen. He wanted to squeeze out all the energy from the players on the court and strive to make a perfect debut.

"attack!"

Yes, Schuster is still asking for the disciples to attack, rather than slowing down to preserve the fruits of victory.

Bremen has been in chaos and his morale has been extremely low. Before coming here, they thought they could steadily take Frankfurt, but now they can't find the direction. Whether it's offense or defense, Magath is useless to command the team on the sidelines.

The defeat was like a mountain of defeat, while Frankfurt's momentum was still in its prime. The waves of attacks made Bremen's backcourt chaotic and turbulent. This season they had never encountered such a fierce team.

Fjotoft and Yang Chen got good shots one after another, and Schneider and Zheng Zhi also got a long shot, but the score still did not change. Magath dispatched troops twice in a row and made substitution adjustments, but the situation still did not change.

Time flies, and the game is coming to an end soon.

In the 88th minute, Frankfurt got the opportunity to attack the corner kick. Shure finally couldn't help but rush up from the back midfielder, and he angrily pushed the ball from the back!

The goalkeeper of Bremen jumped and saved the ball with a thrilling thrill, but Fjotoft, who had worked hard for nearly 90 minutes, finally filled the ball into the goal.

4:1!

Bremen swallowed another bullet and was completely beaten into a slag.

At the end of the game, Frankfurt fans felt like they were dreaming.

"This is a win of the biggest score this season!"

“We’ve never scored so many goals in a game.”

"Ah haha, poor Bremen."

At the first moment of the game, Schuster had already rushed towards Magath. At this time, he had to have close contact with Magath.

"Hi,"

"Felix,"

Magath stretched out his right hand enthusiastically.

"You guys played very well! They played really well!"

Magath turned around and left in anger on the spot, and did not shake hands with Shuster at all.

"Oh, Felix,"

"Why,"

"Continue next year."

Whoosh ~

Shuster whistled, looking smug. Then he patted his coat and took out a cigar from his pocket.

"Well, this victory is to celebrate with cigars!"

He lit the cigar on the spot, raised his chin, and blew into the sky.

"Ah, the world is so wonderful, I like this kind of story."

On the court, every player celebrating excitedly.

"Hey,"

“We did it.”

“We did it!”

"We have three points in hand, and there are three games left, and we have to score three points!"

"I really didn't expect to score 4 goals. Are we really that strong?"

"What happened to the first three games?"
Chapter completed!