I spend crazy money in football

When Ye Feng returned to Bayern and came to Schalke to face Schalke 04, Shakhtar fans had a feeling of confusion, unable to distinguish which is reality and which is fantasy.

But now, this feeling has been magnified countless times.

This is by no means something everyone can take lightly and easily.

Perhaps, on the surface, he forced a smile on his face, but when he faced the mirror alone, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

At least, many miners fans now have the urge to cry.

They can only attribute the problem to the well-developed tear glands, or the wind and sand have blinded their eyes, not that they are really emotional.

Really uncomfortable!

Ye Feng didn't have much expression on his face, maybe he got used to this sentimentality, maybe he was thinking of something else, he walked onto the field with his teammates, and there was a light in his eyes that was difficult for others to understand.

This is the familiar Schalke 04, the familiar stadium, the familiar turf, and the faces of familiar Schalke 04 fans in the stands.

But what is unfamiliar is the opponent standing on the opposite side, and what is unfamiliar is Rangnick standing in front of the coach's bench on the sidelines.

He couldn't help but have conflicts and complexities in his heart. He wanted to keep the dignity of this unforgettable stadium, but also wanted to teach Rangnick a lesson, who was standing there with his arms folded and looking like someone else.

Maybe life is always difficult, and it is always difficult to make choices.

Ye Feng smiled bitterly, always feeling that he was a little hypocritical, which was very annoying.

Perhaps, the game is very simple, not only himself, that's all.

He shook his head and smiled again, dispelling all the unnutritious and ridiculous thoughts in his mind, and then restrained his smile, as if everything just heard a joke that wasn't very funny, and wanted to laugh, but it wasn't worth laughing.

"Don't be a bitch, I find you are more sentimental than I am!"

At this moment, a big hand suddenly patted Ye Feng's shoulder from behind, and then this hand took advantage of the opportunity to wrap around Ye Feng's shoulder.

Ye Feng didn't look back, because he knew it was Farfan who spoke.

This heartless guy.

It has been more than a season since I left Schalke 04, but when I came back here, I still have all kinds of hard things to let go of.

But it seems that Farfan, who has stayed in Schalke 04 longer than himself and should have more feelings, seems to be more relaxed and free-spirited than himself.

Well, maybe it shouldn't be such a derogatory term.

Nor should you use such derogatory terms as indifference or cold-blooded.

Then, it is more appropriate to be heartless.

Ye Feng turned his head and looked over with an expression that Farfan couldn't stand. Obviously this expression was not scary and there were not many abnormalities, but it made Farfan feel that his heartbeat was inexplicably faster.

"Then Mr. Farfan, who doesn't look like a girl at all, if you score a goal later, will you celebrate wildly?"

The corner of Ye Feng's mouth curled up slightly, and then he asked with a light smile.

Although the voice was very soft, even a sentence without accent, it made Farfan feel heavy.

Straight to the soul!

Farfan really wanted to answer Ye Feng easily, he would definitely celebrate, otherwise he would be just like Ye Feng, also hypocritical, just like a girl.

But in fact, Farfan knew that he had no way to celebrate at all, just like when Ye Feng scored a goal against Schalke 04. Although he hadn't really experienced that feeling, he could fully imagine it.

"I think your question is meaningless, because I won't score in this game." Farfan shrugged, pretending to be relaxed, "You know, the defenders on the opposite side know me too well, they will put me Death-proof, like in training."

I don't know why, when Farfan said this, he didn't have enough confidence.

The faint smile on Ye Feng's face had deepened unconsciously, and his expression suddenly became playful, which made Farfan who was facing him suddenly have a bad feeling.

"You will, you will score!" Ye Feng blinked his eyes abruptly, then left a word, and before Farfan could say anything, he turned and left.

Farfan recalled Ye Feng's playful expression, and unconsciously began to sweat on his forehead.

Farfan heard Ye Feng's vague and unexpressed meaning.

With him here, he will assist himself and let him score goals. This is not a problem!

For the first time, Farfan didn't want others to assist him so much. This feeling was a bit unprecedented, and it didn't make sense.

"Are you a devil?" Farfan shuddered violently, and then shouted at the back of Ye Feng who had not gone far.

Ye Feng didn't look back, but just raised his hand and waved it lightly. He didn't know if he was signaling that he heard it, or he was using this gesture to acknowledge Farfan's questioning.

Is it the devil?

perhaps.

Or maybe not.

Who knows?

There is a devil in everyone's heart, of course there may be two or more, but you don't know whether it is the devil you show in front of others, or the angel you want others to see.

But at least at this moment, in Farfan's view, the only angel in the bastard Ye Feng's heart was finally killed by the devil of the group army.

The kind that dies badly.

The game started.

Even the so-called peak match between Schalke and Bayern attracts the attention of all Bundesliga fans, but like all games, it only needs a whistle to start, and there is no difference.

Unfortunately, Lahm is the man who can never win the guessing side, so Bayern can only take the lead in the offensive again with tears in their eyes.

The offensive players in the frontcourt rushed forward in a swarm, the midfielders followed up step by step, and then handed over the ball to the backcourt, looking for opportunities without haste.

This is the difference between Rutten's Bayern and the previous Bayern. Even if it is only a short period of training, Rutten has slowly implemented his philosophy in Bayern.

Just like the opening.

There is no surprise attack with a long pass, no fierceness of a chaotic army to win, but more self-confidence and calmness, making yourself invincible.

It's very methodical.

At this time, when Farfan rushed into Schalke 04's left defense zone as the starting right winger, Fox looked at the latter rushing over, vaguely in a daze.

If it weren't for the different color of the jersey he was wearing, Fox could easily regard Farfan's offense as assisting replays.

No way, this is due to inertia.

It was as if the Schalke 04 players couldn't help but wanted to pass the ball to Ye Feng, who had returned to Bayern.