Legend of the Blue Lion

Chapter 204

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Schleuer Senna looked at his teammate, Ebert, speechlessly.

"Patrick, are you my teammate, or this Asian teammate?"

In the German low-level leagues, there are many Asian faces, which are very common, and German players are used to it.

It's just that they really don't know which country these Asian players are from.

But from the perspective of skin color and appearance, for them, we Chinese, Koreans, Japanese, etc., all look the same.

In fact, we can't tell the difference between Germans, French, Italians, etc., but we can always recognize them as Europeans and Americans at a glance.

As for the Stuttgart kicker, last year, there was a Japanese foreign aid...

"I'm your teammate, but don't do it.

Although it's a friendly match, you don't want to be sent off with a red card, do you? "

Ebert said calmly, "He didn't foul just now, the collision was fine.

But you, you could have shot the goal, or passed it to me..."

With a big wave of his hand, Schleuy Senna broke free from Ebert's hand, and left without saying a word, in a muffled voice...

He Yu gave Ebert a very friendly smile, and said in half-baked German:

"Thank you, and you're great."

Ebert also said thank you, and left first.

After all, they are opponents now, so it is inconvenient to talk too much.

It's just that in their respective hearts, they all vaguely felt a little bit, that is...

Where do I really want to see this person?

During the intermission, the head coach Cole of the Kickers didn't arrange any countermeasures for the game, but simply encouraged them.

This made He Yu very uncomfortable...

A team that has no desire to win or lose from top to bottom, from coach to player.

He didn't know, he didn't know how long he could stay.

This also urgently prompted him to start thinking about leaving...

But if you stay, where can you go?
Or, go back?
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Unlike the locker room here, the head coach at Karlsruhe spit all over the floor.

He scolded all the players on the field, especially the one who scored the only goal, Schleuer Senna.

"Don't you see Ebert is by your side?
If you don't shoot, why don't you pass it to him?

When he gave you an assist, didn't you think of repaying him..."

After a scolding meal, Schleuy Senna made a fool of himself.

Also in his heart, there was a kind of hatred for that Asian goalkeeper and teammate Ebert...

The second half kicks off!
Karlsruhe's players, like a different group of players, are extremely aggressive.

Less than 5 minutes after the start, two shots have been completed.

He Yu threw one out, and the other was the manic Schleuer Senna, who hit the goal post...

The time passed minute by minute, and only 60 minutes of the total time had passed, but the two sides had already made a large number of substitutions.

There is no limit to the number of substitutions in the friendly match. On the Kickers team, except for the goalkeeper He Yu, all other players have been replaced for a round.

This made He Yu feel even more desolate in his heart.

It feels like they played the game just to show off, and they don't care about the score that is only 1 goal behind.

The snow continued to fall, but he couldn't understand that the snow in He Yu's heart was already a forest and snowfield...

The Karlsruhe attack strikes again!
The two new forwards they brought on the field cooperated once in the frontcourt. After two or three easy passes, they took the ball and both entered He Yu's penalty area...

He Yu isolated the center of the goal, stepped on the goal line tightly, and stared straight ahead.

The heavier and heavier snow had already formed a curtain in front of his eyes.

I can't see anything clearly...

The two central defenders in front of him were just standing lazily and randomly, and had no intention of blocking at all.

A striker of the opponent volleys!

The football broke through the snow curtain and came towards He Yu's goal abruptly...

He Yu stood upright, and could only act with consciousness.

left!

Get up, jump over...

The ball hit his hand and bounced back.

One of his teammates finally realized his conscience, stepped forward with a big foot, and wanted to drive the ball.

but!

He slipped the sole of his foot and kicked the ball to another opponent's forward.

The ball didn't hit the ground, and the man raised his foot and shot again...

He Yu rolled up on the snow for the second time!

Push your right foot on the ground!
Stretch out your hand and pounce on the other side of him...

The ball arrives!

With his hand, another burst of snowflakes splashed...

It's not over!

The ball bounced back again, the man rushed forward, pressed the central defender, and shot...

The ball flew over three times!
He Yu lay on the ground, the melted water from the snowflakes permeated his clothes.

A biting cold feeling stimulated his adrenal glands like a hormone.

He dragged his body and knelt on his knees...

Stand up proudly!
"Snapped!"

Just like that, he blocked the ball with his chest in a daze!

Then crawled forward and fell down.

An An quietly pressed the ball under his body, into the snow, and under his unyielding chest...

At this moment, the scene was also quiet.

Only the snowflakes drifted down even more wildly...

He Yu stood up and threw the ball vigorously!

feet upright,

make fists with both hands,

tilt your head up,

Facing the white snow curtain, roaring!

hoarse roar:

"If the heart is not dead, the opportunity still exists!"

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This paragraph, he spoke in Chinese, no one could understand.

Because, he was speaking for himself, and also for his ill-fated life...

Just as he was roaring, the referee blew his whistle.

It turned out that the referee had negotiated with the head coaches of the two teams to end the game early.

Because of the sudden heavy snow...

He Yu walked to the sidelines, feeling very uneasy.

He walked directly to coach Cole, speaking in German and English a second time:

"Sir, why?
The game is not over yet, why is it over? "

Cole looked at this serious man very blankly, and said in German in a very contemptuous tone:

"Yu,

Now that the snow is falling, it's not good if the players are injured, they and we don't want to continue.

Also, it's just a friendly match, it's okay.

By the way, you are doing well, great, come on! "

Saying that, he patted He Yu on the shoulder, turned around and walked to the dressing room without even looking at him again...

He Yu stood where he was, quiet, very quiet.

He just found a little feeling, so he killed the idea of ​​hope for them...

"Hello, can you understand my German?"

Ebert came over, looked at him motionless, and asked.

He Yu looked at him and forced a smile...

And Ebert continued:
"You are really great!

By the way, friend, where have we met?

I have never seen you in the German league, A, B, C and three, I have played in all of them.

But your Asian face, I always feel that I have seen it somewhere, and I have some vague memories.

Are you a kicker kicker all the time? "

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(End of this chapter)