From the Country Team To the Rich

Chapter 380 This is a sad story

The Rhein-Neckar-Arena and even Sinsheim as a whole are extremely lively.

The people of Flenborg want to create a home atmosphere here, but they can't suppress the crazy Hoffenheim fans.

After all, this is Hoffenheim's territory. In the derby, the momentum cannot be lost.

For Flenburg players, the Rhine-Neckar Arena is not friendly, after all, it is the home ground of their mortal enemy, and it is impossible for them to receive any cheers here.

Flenborg's captain Blake stood on the field waiting for the game to start, his expression became particularly dignified.

Compared with three years ago, the atmosphere here is even stronger.

If it is said that Hoffenheim fans three years ago regarded Hoffenheim more as a favorite team, then at this moment, for these fans, Hoffenheim is belief.

Especially the Koch stand, where more than 10,000 Hoffenheim fans gathered, most of them were diehards.

Many of these people have been followers of Hoffenheim since the end of Hoffenheim. They have experienced the trough and watched Hoffenheim gradually rise. Eight years of companionship and eight years of strong rise.

From the seventh tier league to the Bundesliga, to some extent, Black has to admire Hoffenheim even if it is a deadly enemy.

Of course, he also thought about it in his heart.

If he is a rookie who has just stepped into football, he may yearn for Hoffenheim without any pressure.

But as the captain of Flenborg, all he has to do in his life is to fight against Hoffenheim!

The team crest on his chest and seven years of playing for Flenborg have stamped him uniquely.

He's from Flenburg!

Their sworn enemy is Hoffenheim!

"fighting!!"

"fighting!!"

"Crush them!"

"Kill the people of Flenburg!!"

Before the game started, the fans on the scene had already issued deafening shouts.

Cheers and boos intertwined so that the entire Rhine-Neckar Arena was not quiet for a moment.

In the face of this situation, Bundesliga commentator Roy Ketas also said:

"After the derby in the Ruhr area, Germany has ushered in a north-south derby. I have to sigh, this year's Bundesliga has become interesting."

"The dull and boring Bundesliga in the past is full of variables this year. Every year in the past, a club would challenge its dominance towards Munich 1900.

But it always ended in failure. In the end, they summed up their experience and this year, four clubs (Leverkusen, Borussia Dortmund, Hoffenheim, and Shaq United) jointly challenged Munich 1900 again. "

"I think at this moment Munich 1900 is also feeling uneasy. After all, in terms of points, they can't be optimistic. After losing to Hoffenheim and drawing with Dortmund, Munich 1900 has lost the best period to widen the point gap. Then they play away at Leverkusen."

"Once they lose to Leverkusen, 1900 Munich will probably fall out of the top three in the standings"

Having said that, Roy Ketas tried his best to look calm, but a pair of eyebrows had already started to twitch.

"What a 'sad' story this is!"

When the commentator was teasing, the game had already begun.

Flenborg took the lead.

No. 9 Ivan Flenborg kicked off the ball and rushed forward immediately. After receiving the ball, Black distributed the ball to the right wing.

The Danish teenager Lukasen wanted to turn around after receiving the ball, but suddenly felt his whole body vacated, and the next second he fell to the ground.

When he looked up blankly on the grass, he saw an unruly face.

Ibstrui looked down at Lucasson, grinned, showing a slightly menacing smile, and whispered; "Little devil, the derby has begun!"

Wow! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ——

Ibstruy's sudden attack made the Rhine-Neckar Arena boil.

The fans even applauded.

"Nice job, Zitan!"

"Let that rookie open his eyes and see clearly, this is Rhine Neckar!"

"Fuck them!"

Hoffenheim fans screamed excitedly.

The smell of gunpowder in the derby was immediately revealed.

On the other side, the Flenborg fans were very dissatisfied and booed Ibstroj frantically, but their voices were too small.

The referee ran over and called a foul, but didn't play a card.

Ibstruij was like a hero, accepting the cheers of the fans in the stands and returning to his position.

And the Danish teenager was still a little dazed.

"He's trying to scare you!" Black hurried over and comforted; "Don't worry, you're not alone."

Lucasson got up with the support and nodded slightly.

But there was some silence, obviously frightened.

Blake was helpless, after all, he was a young player, and he hadn't seen a big scene yet, let alone he couldn't compare with an old fritter like Ibstruij.

Flenborg kicked the ball again, testing forward step by step.

Flenborg's tactics are very simple, leaning towards English football's flying wings and physical confrontation. After all, their coach Cellino is British.

Blake hoisted the ball to the space on the other side, and Gomez chased the ball, but when he was about to kick a cross, Hoffenheim full-back Ross Griman blocked the ball with a sliding tackle and scooped the ball out of the sideline. .

"Portuguese teenager Ross Griman made his debut for the first time, and his performance was very active. This sliding tackle also guaranteed his basic skills."

Roy Ketas said with a smile: "Of course, he is the one signed by the legendary general manager of Hoffenheim himself. The players who needed to show up before are already active in the Champions League. So the Portuguese What is so magical about the young player that makes the general manager of Hoffenheim look at him differently?"

"Of course, his performance was also very good, at least he didn't let Ivan touch the ball."

"As a strong center forward, Ivan is comparable to Biartini in terms of physical fitness, but there is a big gap between the two in terms of sense of smell in front of the goal."

"However, such a Russian center still puts a lot of pressure on Hoffenheim."

Tidal did feel a little pressure.

But with his previous experience against Munich 1900, compared to Biartini, this Russian does not have that sense of oppression.

And after Taidal has consciously trained confrontation and physical strength, he is not himself in the sixth round now.

Flenborg's cross.

Ivan stands on the landing point and prepares to jump.

But when he was about to take off, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him to complete the take-off before him, and his elbow was raised to press down on his shoulder.

Damn it! Can't jump up! "

Ivan tried to take off, but was firmly suppressed by the opponent.

He could only watch helplessly as Tidal shook his head and pushed the ball out of the penalty area.

"Clean defense!"

The on-site commentator Poli praised: "Priority is given to spotting the landing point and taking off before Ivan. The timing, rhythm and suppression are all very good. I can guarantee that in the entire Bundesliga environment, the Hoffenheim players are also doing well. grew, but Tidal was the one that changed the most."

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