After taking a breath, Luxenberg's words became even more mean, and every word was merciless.

"I didn't understand why you let a champion player get the ball freely, pass the ball freely, and shoot the ball freely? Do you think you are stronger than him?"

"Do you really think so? What did you win?"

"You are even deprived of $20,000! If you still face the Chinese team and Zheng with this attitude!"

"In the end, you can only live in a bad team dormitory, and take a daydream of playing football in Europe forever!"

"Because, your performance today is useless!"

Brazilian generals:...

Speechless,

ashamed,

anger,

Not willing to accept it!

Head coach Lucemberg was too insulting them, and it was really hard to accept.

We just haven't gone to Europe yet, how do you know we can't play? We will come true one day! Zheng Zhi? He is just lucky. When he first came to Europe, would it be very bad if we played football in Europe?

But, there is no way to refute it.

No one can open this mouth.

Luxenberg glanced at everyone again and said coldly.

"I know what you're thinking,"

"But it's useless to think, you can only act and speak with your actions!"

"The scouts in the stands will see it!"

"Ronaldinho, I read a piece of Chinese media articles. He said that you were the one who helped Zheng in Leverkusen,"

"You think about it carefully."

What?!

Shameless Chinese media! Am I going to do it?

Ronaldinho's astonished eyes were frozen in the air. He had a good impression of the Chinese media, but he really didn't like to listen to these words...—

In the player channel, the two teams met again, but there was no relaxing atmosphere before the opening.

Everyone's eyes were like sharp knives, and when they were intertwined, a fierce collision immediately occurred.

Zheng Zhi can feel that Ronaldinho's eyes are as strange, cold, and even full of challenges?

What medicine did they take?

Zheng Zhi was slightly shocked. He thought his team was very motivated, but he didn't expect that the Brazilian team also used magic? Everyone seemed to be murderous.

Second half,

Not easy to deal with!

...

...

Beep,

The whistle of the Swiss referee sounded again and the battle started again.

Less than a minute after the game started, the Brazilian team pressed in the frontcourt, and the forward Fabiano broke the shovel, and Sui Xiliang almost thrust in the air and hit the turf at 360 degrees! The latter screamed and pounded the turf frantically, in great pain.

This scene was quite shocking. It didn't seem like it was pretending, it should be hurt.

"Wori!"

"This guy is crazy, right?"

“What a hot tackle!”

"Sui Xiliang seems to be reimbursed."

"Beasty nature explodes!"

Zheng Zhi ran quickly towards Sui Xiliang.

The referee also ran over immediately and showed Fabiano a yellow card without mercy.

What a yellow card is useless? Sui Xiliang was indeed reimbursed and had to be replaced!

The Brazilian team became extremely fierce at the beginning, but it was caused by the striker Fabiano. Huang Jianxiang immediately commented:

"Sui Xiliang went on, and he was passively substituted. Horton probably wouldn't have expected such misfortune to occur at the beginning. The change was a bit fast and he had almost no preparation."

“The one who came up was Huang Yong,”

"It's not Shao Jiayi,"

"Biano is not necessary. You have to shovel the ball. Isn't this intentional yellow card?"

"This style of play is not like the style of Brazil. It is too rough. Only South American teams such as Colombia, Peru or Uruguay are so exaggerated."

"You have to be careful. I feel that this is not Fabiano's own business, but the Brazilian team's tactics have changed."

"Maybe it's their head coach."

Huang Jianxiang keenly smelled the danger.

Horton on the coach's bench naturally smelled it. After Huang Yong came on the court, he quickly ran to find the fourth official to argue that he had to put pressure on the referee team.

"See?"

"My players are not here to fight, we are here to play football,"

"Is this the performance of four-star Brazil? If you can't play us, you start to make a rough foul?"

"We can't tolerate such atrocities, right?"

"I can't imagine when our next player will be treated like this and be carried off the court!"

"Look, look."

Horton talked a lot, then walked back to the coach's seat helplessly.
Chapter completed!