From the Country Team To the Rich

"Motor, he lived up to the expectations of the fans of St. Brittany. He scored the equalizer under heavy pressure. He helped St. Brittany turn the situation around!"

The live commentator shouted loudly.

The St. Brittany fans even jumped up from their seats one by one, shouting for joy.

The extinguished fireworks on the east stand were lit again, and the whole stand roared as if a hurricane had passed through.

In the field of competition, Mottoer ran wildly to celebrate.

During the period, he was still facing Roquel from a distance, with both index fingers stretched out.

you one!

me one!

Now it's even!

This goal made Mottoer's previous depression disappear.

The fans at the scene began to call Mottoer's name frantically.

The latter also raised his hands in great enjoyment.

At this moment, the entire King's Stadium was extremely lively like an erupting volcano.

Slanka got up from the ground, and he had tried to interfere with Mottoer as much as possible, but this guy's physical fitness was simply a monster, and he couldn't push it at all.

There are no worthless people under the famous name.

This guy's worth of 100 million is not all speculation.

"Sorry! I didn't pay attention!"

Manny came over and blamed himself.

It wouldn't have been the case if he'd stalked Mottoer in the first place.

Slanka shook his head and said, "This is the striker's responsibility!"

After finishing speaking, he shouted towards the front; "Hey! Don't play slack, look! We have been scored!"

Hearing this, the forwards looked slightly embarrassed.

The attack just now was indeed a bit aggressive.

Especially Ragne,

This goal was initiated by him, and knowing that Habr was pressing forward, he still followed up instead of choosing to make up.

This made Hoffenheim as a whole out of touch and gave St. Breton a chance to fight back.

Habr walked past Ranie with a gloomy face, without saying a word.

Ranie said awkwardly; "Hey! I..."

Habr turned his head and yelled angrily; "For the last time, if you are doing this, whether you are the captain or not, believe it or not, I will beat you!"

Ranier shrank his neck.

Don't look at Habble's good temper and calm look.

But once this guy explodes, he doesn't care about anything.

He could literally punch someone on the field.

Leo also came over, patted Ranie on the shoulder and said, "Everyone makes mistakes, but your mistake is too low-level!"

Ranier was a little hurt.

Even Leo was like this, he didn't dare to see what other people could say.

He carefully glanced at the sidelines, then turned back immediately.

He saw that Steven had already rushed to the sideline, baring his teeth and claws and spraying furiously towards the field.

That expression was terrifying.

Even if he couldn't hear what he was shouting, Ranie could feel the firepower of the opponent.

"Saint Brittany equalized the score, and now the two sides are back on the starting line, the situation of the game will also be confusing."

"This is the game in Group A, and the ending will never be guessed! When everyone thought that San Brittany had no chance, Mottol scored a wonderful goal with a beautiful defensive counterattack!"

"Of course, Ragne's poor defense is also the key to this result!"

After the narrator commented, the game restarted.

Varim kicks off.

Hoffenheim kicked off again in midfield after just 12 minutes.

This time, Hoffenheim was obviously a lot more cautious.

They did not rush to attack, but continued to pass the ball.

Saint-Brittany continued the tactics of the second half. While focusing on defending Roquel, they also tried their best to build a complete defensive network.

Hoffenheim is patiently looking for opportunities.

In 64 minutes, Hoffenheim launched an attack again, and it was Leo who created an opportunity by breaking through.

But at the last moment, Varim failed to touch the ball and was cleared by the opponent's defender.

But the clearance ball happened to fall in front of the Saint-Brittany winger Romande in the frontcourt. Romande easily took off the ball, went down the sidewalk, and finally made a cross.

Still looking for Mottoer.

Mottoer takes off.

But this time, Manny and Slanka guarded him strictly, and Manny pushed the ball out before the opponent.

But at this time, the Saint-Brittany players have followed and controlled the Hoffenheim rib area.

After two passes, Saint-Breton passed the ball back and looked for another chance.

St. Brittany slowly found the feeling of playing football.

On the other side, the Hoffenheim players frowned.

San Brittany obviously played better than in the first half. Did they adapt to Hoffenheim's rhythm?

No! It should be said that this is their strength, but they failed to fully display it in the first half.

Therefore, Group A cannot underestimate any team.

Ranier trotted through midfield, his head bobbing from side to side, his eyes rolling.

He was watching every pass from St. Brittany, trying to find patterns.

Of course, there is no absolute law in football, but the transmission of each area has certain laws.

Just like Hoffenheim, when one area advances to another, there are always a few players who have to step forward to respond.

And this connection point is also the connection point. Ranie is looking for this connection point and intends to destroy it.

After looking for a long time, he finally saw some brows.

Milek, Saint-Brittany's midfielder.

There is no so-called core midfielder in Saint-Brittany, and there is a high probability that the midfielder will do the dirty work.

However, when the ball is played in midfield, Saint-Brittany seems to like to find this player named Milek.

When Ranie saw this, she narrowed her eyes slightly, and immediately touched it quietly.

"St. Breton's rhythm is up, they finally know how to play the game, not as chaotic as they were in the first half!"

"Perhaps Motoll's goal gave them a certain amount of encouragement. We can see that it is obviously a game, but St. Brittany in the first and second half is like a different person."

"Saint Brittany is still pouring the ball from the backcourt, they are very patient, but they should also try to pass the ball forward, oh~~ Milek retreated, is he going to catch the ball? Sure enough, the ball passed to Milek, what will he do..." The French commentator paused, and then exclaimed: "Be careful!!!——"

Milek retreated. Before he retreated, he looked left and right, but no one followed.

Only then did I feel relieved to catch the ball.

Seeing Milek drop back to catch the ball, the defender also passed the ball.

Just when Milek was about to stop the ball, a foot popped out from the left.

whose feet?

what?

"Rane!! Beautiful steal!!"

Milek didn't react, but the ball was pushed out by the opponent's toes.

It happened to land in front of Leo not far away.

Leo started immediately, he would not waste this good opportunity.

Leo directly picked up the ball and went into the penalty area.

It is very close to the opponent's goal here, and he can act recklessly.

Seeing Leo enter the penalty area, the Saint Breton defenders panicked.

They hurried up to block it.

Leo dials the ball to the left, and the opposing defender moves to the left.

But in the next second, Leo dunked the ball heavily.

The ball pulls away the gap on the left, which is three positions away from Leo. The defense here is open, and the field of view is wide, and you can directly see the opponent's goal.

And a figure slapped the horse, and the fans only saw the big '4' on the back. He swung his right leg high and slammed it hard.

This shot was powerful and heavy, directly hitting the opponent's goalkeeper's palm, but due to too much force, he let go, and then continued to fly diagonally backwards, hanging in the net on the right.

"goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal!!!!!!"

"Ragne!! A beautiful goal!!!"

"Die sin and meritorious deeds! From stealing to shooting, this goal belongs to Ranier's salvation!"

"Come on! We're leading again!!!"