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Chapter 87 Tell Schaff to Shut Up

Facing the opening 15 minutes and falling behind by two goals at home, the Borussia Mönchengladbach players still hadn't recovered a bit, and Friedrich, the 'culprit' of the two conceded goals, was even more frustrated.

Nick thought to himself that this would not work. If Friedrich played with emotions, he might be used by the opponent, and maybe even cause a goal to be conceded.

"Arne, don't be so sullen. You lost the goal. No matter how sad you are, you can't take it back. You should cheer up and fight your opponent. As for the frontcourt, leave it to me. I will make the Bremen coach cry." Nikolai said to Friedrich.

Friedrich smiled, although his face was still a little unnatural, but he finally regained his energy.

"Okay, captain, I will try my best."

Nick was not in a hurry to kick off the ball. Now the team’s rhythm is not going well. We have to slow down and stroke. After calling the teammates, Nick said: “The opponent’s momentum has risen. Let’s slow down the pace. Don’t rush to swallow them. There is still a lot of time in the game. Be patient, take out our advantages, increase the running, and run out of opportunities!”

"It's the captain!"

After the re-kick-off, Borussia Mönchengladbach's rhythm slowed down, which made the Bremen players a little confused.

Although the Werder Bremen players pressed harder, they found Borussia Mönchengladbach's passes always easy.

Karl off the field nodded his head repeatedly. Borussia Mönchengladbach was able to remain so calm when they fell behind by 2 goals.

And Schaaff also obviously saw the trick. Although there is no way to beat Mönchengladbach, Schaaf's advantage of 2 goals is still very easy. After all, Mönchengladbach has passed dozens of kicks and has not threatened the gate of Bremen.

But at this moment, the Borussia Mönchengladbach fans in the stands suddenly burst into cheers, which shocked Schaaf.

"Good goal! Just play like this, so that the grandsons of Bremen can't touch the ball!"

"Okay! Pass it quickly, and pass it to the Werder Bremen goal!"

"Haha, I didn't expect Borussia Mönchengladbach to become a Brazilian player. This ball looks comfortable!"

At this time, the ball reached Nick's feet again. Facing Mateus who came up to ask for the ball, Nick suddenly passed an overhead ball!

This made the Bremen players a little stunned. Nick suddenly changed his rhythm, and Eto'o had already rushed into the Bremen penalty area like a bolt of lightning.
The fans of Borussia Mönchengladbach jumped up suddenly. After passing it for so long, the ball finally went into the net. This ball is relieved.

After scoring the goal, Eto'o also rushed to Schaff, stretched out his finger and made a 'shut up' gesture, and then stared at Schaff coldly, like a wild wolf staring at his prey.

Schaff couldn't help but shuddered, he didn't dare to look directly into Eto'o's eyes, curled his lips and cast his eyes to the other side.

"Hey, Samuel, did you see, this guy is a softie, well done, and then scored another goal to tie the score!"

Nick slapped Eto'o's shoulder hard with his right hand, causing Eto'o's small body to shake and almost fell to the ground.

"Haha, the captain is right, the goal is enough to make this guy shut up." Eto'o grinned.

After the Bremen players kicked off again, they also slowed down the pace.

"Hmph, it's just mediocrity! If you want to slow down, I want you to speed up!" Nick roared loudly: "Forcing up, grab!"

The Borussia Mönchengladbach players immediately speeded up as a whole, and against the Bremen players who took the ball, they even pressed for doubles, which made the Bremen players panic immediately.

"Calm down! Calm down!" Seeing that the situation is not good, Schaaf rushed to the sidelines and shouted, "They won't last long if they do this, they all stabilized and passed the ball!"

It's easy to say, but whether it can be done is another matter.

Faced with such a high-intensity press by Borussia Mönchengladbach, the Bremen players would naturally not pass the ball so smoothly. Soon, Karagunis was cut off by Madavikia.

The Iranian rushed up like a small tank, and after a few seconds, he advanced to the front of the Bremen penalty area. Facing Bowman's pressure, Madavikia picked up the ball cleverly, divided the ball, and rushed in!

"Mehndi! Mehndi!"

"Nice job! Shoot, shoot him!"

"Come in one more, and shut up that birdman!"

Madavikia rushed into the penalty area, but the Iranian's mind can still maintain a considerable level of calm. Although he can also shoot, facing Ismail's long legs, the chance of the ball being blocked from the bottom line is very high.

Madavikia took a sneak peek, then suddenly slammed his heel!
The ball rolled back to the front of the penalty area from the back of Bowman. Nick rushed up to aim at the ball and shot the ball. The 'ball shell' hit the net quickly, 2:2!

"Hahahaha, it's exciting to play with me, Schaff, I'm going to make you crazy today!" Nick laughed wildly and rushed to the coach's bench of the visiting team, with his hands on his hips, looking at Schaff coldly.

Shaf stretched out his hand and shook it. Although he didn't say anything, he cursed in his heart: What kind of luck is this guy?Who did I provoke?

The fans in the stands immediately followed the team captain's actions and shouted slogans one after another:
"Mr. Shaf, how crazy are you! I can't cut you to death!"

"The prince did a great job, another one will drive his dog crazy!"

"Hey, now it's time to play, today we have to beat Bremen out of shit!"

Karl smiled. Borussia Mönchengladbach's tactical execution ability is already very high, and they are gradually showing a mature temperament. In time, it is not impossible to win the league championship. Today, Bremen obviously needs to pay tuition.As long as the axis of Nick is working properly, the machine of Borussia Mönchengladbach can create one goal after another, causing the opponent to fall into the abyss.

Ayrton stood in the middle circle, looking at the gate of Mönchengladbach with some indignation, and secretly made up his mind: This time I will do it alone!
After the kick-off, Ayrton suddenly took the ball and ran, a mass of fat rolled over, which caught Borussia Mönchengladbach by surprise at halftime.

Nick smiled coldly, and after moving sideways, he stuck to Ayrton tightly.

"Hey, Brazilian, do you want to do it alone? That's not okay, I'll keep a close eye on you by myself." Nick was talking trash while facing Elton.

"Damn! I want to prevent you kid from dreaming!" Elton scolded, stepped on the ball and then pulled it, trying to use Nick as the axis to pass people.

But Nick was obviously not fooled, but continued to lean forward, pushing Ayrton almost down.

"Damn, why are you messing around? Don't think I don't know your movements!" Elton cursed angrily, but suddenly his feet were empty, and Friedrich rushed up at some point and stabbed Elton's ball away.

After Friedrich took the ball, he wanted to pass the ball, but found that his teammates were all stared at by the Bremen players, but there was a large open area in front of him.

"Hey, if I charge up, I'm sure I can deal an unexpected blow to the opponent!" Friedrich raised his heart and rushed forward.

The enthusiasm of the fans was completely stimulated. At this moment, they don't care whether Friedrich is still a central defender. They are eager to see a counterattack and a goal!
"Go, go, Arne, go and kill Bremen!"

"Run faster, run faster!"

"Haha, we are approaching the penalty area, we can shoot now!"

Friedrich felt a little lack of oxygen in his mind. Looking at the blurry Bremen gate not far away, Friedrich had only one thought in his mind: shoot the ball into that damned gate!

There was a loud bang, the ball flew up, and in the blink of an eye, the ball had rolled in the net, 3:2, Borussia Mönchengladbach overtook the score!

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo and yahoo it's good work, yuck!"

"Well done Arney!"

"Overtake it! We overtake it!"

"Coach 2b, are you stupid now?"

Friedrich was still standing there stupidly, and the Borussia Mönchengladbach players had rushed up. Jankel knocked Friedrich to the ground, and then pressed him up like an arhat, followed by Eto'o, Metzelder...
(End of this chapter)