"Old guys,"

"I know it's painful?"

Shuster laughed on the sidelines, feeling very proud.

"I thought I could not deal with you?"

"I experienced this pain when I was in the big league..."

I sighed again, remembering his years in the Major League.

When I first arrived in the United States, the opponent's players didn't even miss you. What a German star? The information is not developed, and I don't know how powerful you are. When you come up, you just pounce. No matter how good your skills are, you have to be fucked if you don't have strong physical fitness.

Because Schuster empathized with it, when formulating this game against Dortmund, Schuster had only one tactical run.

The old guys who ran to death in Dortmund, he believed that the other party would never be able to withstand it...

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call,

call,

call.

After the game, Hasler only wanted to drink water. Even if the head coach was beating beside him, he didn't listen. After a bottle of water, his body relaxed a lot. As a result, when he saw his old friend Muller, he was still gasping.

"wipe,"

"It's almost my life."

"These little guys are so cruel."

Hasler suddenly smiled bitterly.

"Yeah," Mueller nodded seriously, but was unwilling to speak again.

While walking back, the two couldn't help but look at Zheng Zhi and the others' backs.

"Old guy,"

"Look at how they walk,"

"Hmm?" Muller also looked over, but didn't understand.

"I don't understand what it means? I'm not tired at all, I'll compete with us."

“…”

In the locker room, the Dortmund coach also realized this problem, but they could not replace two old players at the same time. One person must be the core in the midfield, and if he wants to change, he can only replace one temporarily, and the score is still behind.

After thinking for a long time, I finally decided to replace Hasler first. After all, Hasler had the most entanglement with Zheng Zhi in the first half and consumed the most physical energy. Mueller was only 30 years old, so the problem should not be big...

In the away locker room, Shuster did not make any substitutions, but just continued to emphasize tactics.k "Run,"

"Continue running to death."

"Absolutely don't give them too much time to breathe."

"Try to attack another sneak shot."

“…”

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"Can we understand Shuster's tactical style as a mad dog tactic? It's so scary. I guess any team will be overwhelmed when they encounter them." Bretner analyzed the tactics of both sides during the half-time break.

"It just happened to restrain Skibe's pension tactics."

"If Skibe replaces a young and powerful midfielder in the midfield, can he crack it?"

"For example, Vlamikil Butt? The Russians have strong impact and young enough."

"I think it's very likely."

Summer nodded, "But I think the key is still the No. 39. Without him connecting the entire team in the midfield, Frankfurt would not have played so well."

"No, no, no, no, even if he goes down now, I guess they will play a very overall game. This tactic is very suitable for them. I can only say that without Zheng, the offense may not work, but defense, they will play to the extreme. I have to say that Shuster's coaching level is a little higher..."

...

After the change of sides, Bretner guessed correctly. Russian Vlamikil Butt came up to replace Hasler and became Mueller's helper. Skibe did change something, but he just didn't know if Vlamikil Butt had this ability.

"Alexander?"

"See if you see, that guy will leave it to you."

"Stay at him and leave nothing behind."

"He is your only task in the second half."

As soon as Vlamikir came up, Shuster recognized him at first sight, and then pulled Vlamikir aside and explained a few words.

"Zheng,"

"Andreas, he is yours, drag him to death, exhausted him like a damn girl, and lay softly on the turf!"

Isn’t that you? I feel sore in my waist and back pain every day when I come to the training ground. Zheng Zhi joked in his heart...

"Ralph, you two must not fall behind on the wing. Once you are not physically fit, just raise your hand immediately to signal!"

"Yang, it seems you didn't score two goals?"

"Ah, when will this goal rate be raised? Alas."

Yang Chen:...

Fight again.

Frankfurt continues to implement high-pressure pressing tactics, and everyone has clear tactical goals, especially the defense is quite targeted.

The first ten minutes were spent in the midfield again, and neither side made any decent attacks.

In the 57th minute, Barbaretz almost equalized the score. He received a cross from Heinrich at the back point and almost headed the ball, but the ball ran out against the post on the right side of the goal.

This guy's physical fitness is so good! Zheng Zhi glanced at Heinrich.

He can also come up and assist, run back, and has a lot of physical fitness.

The teammates' physical fitness has definitely decreased a lot. If they do this throughout the game, the opponent will not be exhausted, but in fact, the teammates will also be exhausted.

Bernder should have made any moves? He looked at Shuster on the sidelines again, and then he smiled.

Sure enough, Shuster made a substitution at this time, Soberzick came up and replaced Brinkman.

pretty!

Zheng Zhi praised in his heart.

Isn't Heinrich going to rush up to assist? Soberzik was about to come up, and he was about to think about Ah Hong...

"Brother Yang,"

“Milo,”

Taking advantage of the replacement, Zheng Zhi quickly ran to chat with Yang Chen and Kloze.

"When their left back presses on assists, you must change positions,"

"We're going to hit them..."

The two of them kept nodding.

Off the court, Shuster was Zheng Zhi on the court, and no one didn't listen to the words of the two.

The game resumed and Dortmund's score was still behind. They had to attack and had to fight tough battles.

The cheering of Dortmund fans in the stands never stopped, constantly injecting strength into the players from afar.

With the retirement of time, Frankfurt's defensive level gradually declined, and the defense line began to shrink backwards.

“Up!”

“Up!”

“Up!”

Schul gradually couldn't stand it anymore, Schneider had to pull back to defend the Russians together, while Zheng Zhi was still staring at Mueller.

It's okay to let anyone go, just don't let him go. Muller continued to play a depressed football game.

However, with Frankfurt's recovery, Dortmund's shooting opportunity gradually emerged. He got shots in the 67th and 69th minutes, but both were blocked by Kuchella and Pederson.

After Soberzik came up, he had no amazing offensive performance, which made Heinrich boldly rush up again.

In the 75th minute, he and Ricken played against the wall to cooperate, dribbling the ball to the bottom line alone, Binderward failed to block it in time, and the ball was passed by him to the middle of the penalty area.

Shure lost people, the Russian shot with a fury shot, and the ball was blocked by Kuchella, but the danger was still not relieved. Rost on the right rubbed the ball to the back point, and Heinrich plugged the ball in front, but the goalkeeper magically hugged the ball!

The opportunity is here.

"team leader!"

Zheng Zhi shouted.
To be continued...