Star Coach

"In the second half, the situation was reversed. It was a crazy game." Huang Jianxiang stood up from the anchor seat excitedly, "It's worthy of being Jiangshan's team. I'm going to kneel down. Oh my god, they even tied the game."

In the 80th minute of the game, Huth's header equalized the score. The two teams tied 2:2. Including injury time, there were more than 10 minutes left, and there was still a chance.

"Will there be a super reversal? This game is really worth it. Exciting. This is football." Liu Jianhong quickly made a few poetic sentences. After all, he is not He Wei and does not have the talent to speak out.

The most excited are the neutral fans. This game is simply exciting to the point of explosion. In the first half, Hertha Berlin was beaten like a dog. In the second half, the situation suddenly changed and the score was tied in an instant.

4 goals, each of which is wonderful.

Hertha Berlin is still controlling the rhythm of the game. They have stabilized their mentality and cannot let Sporting Lisbon fight back. Even if it drags into overtime, their strength can crush their opponents.

At this time, Peseiro was under great pressure. His back was soaked. He shook his palm and sweat fell on the grass. "It's so painful! I want to give up! Why is Jiangshan's team so disgusting?"

There is no way. There is still time. Keep going. Peseiro saw that Hertha Berlin seemed to relax its control of the ball. This is a good opportunity.

He quickly directed the team to strengthen the pressing and increase the offensive strength. As long as a goal is scored, the victory belongs to Sporting Lisbon.

In the frontcourt, Moutinho intercepted Kovac's pass and quickly launched a counterattack. He passed the ball to Nicolae's feet. He was a little anxious and shot outside the penalty area. Of course, he could not threaten Hertha Berlin's goal.

The ball was higher than the crossbar, and Hertha Berlin had the ball. Hertha did not attack immediately. In the backcourt, the players kept moving and the ball was quickly transmitted.

Peseiro waved his hand and went up. Go up, go up, as long as the backcourt steals, you can score immediately.

Moutinho looked at the time. There were only two minutes left. It was time to fight. He rushed forward, blocked Modric, and teammate Rochemback robbed the ball together, and almost succeeded.

Modric often received such training. He turned 360 degrees on the spot, got rid of the double-teaming of two people, and passed through the middle. Marcelinho's position was vacant.

Pass it out, with a coquettish arch of the foot. In a few years, he will be one of the most powerful midfielders.

Marcelinho started running. He looked like a naughty boy running in the vegetable field, relaxed, carefree, not looking at people, passing the ball. The ball was out of Marcelinho's feet again.

Inakareel, who was robbing the ball, missed it. It was dangerous. Pander was sprinting and went to the bottom. Pander was threatening when he went to the bottom, which was very annoying.

"Hurry up and block him," Ricardo commanded the defense line, but Pander did not pass the ball, but chose to pass it back. He saw that the space of Sporting Lisbon was squeezed flat, and he immediately chose to pass it back.

Modric appeared, and after a while, Marcelinho and Pantrich crossed their positions, but Silva unexpectedly appeared, touched the ball and sent it into the penalty area.

Deaga descended from the sky, moved very coquettishly, headed the ball, and headed the ball at close range.

Bang!

The ball hit Ricardo's arm by some unknown reason and bounced back. Deaga missed the chance to become a hero.

This hero is Marcelinho, a legend in the history of Hertha Berlin. In the game where he retired, countless Hertha Berlin fans shouted his name, yes, Marcelinho with green hair.

He accidentally met the ball and then knocked it into the goal with his chest.

"Um..." Marcelinho didn't expect the ball to bounce back, and his chest hurt, "I should have grown a few more pounds of meat earlier."

Even if Ricardo had three heads and six arms, he couldn't stop the ball from entering the net. This goal was so special.

Kneeling on the ground, pounding the grass, looking annoyed, "Oh my god, I have already blocked the goal, God wants me to die."

"I can't defend it!" Beto shouted at the top of his lungs. Inakare covered his face and dared not look. The back line didn't even keep an eye on anyone. These guys are too cunning.

In the last minute, Hertha Berlin's continuous shots finally scored a goal and reversed the score to 3:2.

Jiangshan, who was standing on the sidelines, breathed a sigh of relief, "This process is really frustrating. Fortunately, my godhood is preserved."

Then he calmly raised his hand to celebrate the victory. The simple celebration caused all the fans to cheer. This is the style of a master, who takes victory lightly.

He was calm, but the players and fans were crazy.

Marcelinho rushed out of the field and celebrated with the fans of Hertha Berlin. Countless fans shed tears. This process was like a roller coaster, with ups and downs, so exciting.

The fans of Sporting Lisbon shed the most tears. They were leading 2:0 at home, and then they were reversed. What else could they do?

Jose Peseiro knelt on the ground, unable to believe what happened, holding his fat head with both hands, "Oh my God, what happened? What happened?"

He looked at the calm Jiang Shan and trembled, "That bastard, what did that bastard do? He turned the players into this?"

Fans all over the world were crazy. This was the final. It was too exciting and too subversive.

Huang Jianxiang and Liu Jianhong shed tears of excitement at the same time, "Sorry, audience friends, I was a little excited and I still cried."

"The games coached by Jiangshan have always been very surprising. The Asian Cup games were like this, and it is still like this now. This is the UEFA Cup final. In the first half, Hertha Berlin was behind 0:2. In the second half, they scored three goals in a row and reversed the score."

"I can only give one word: magical!"

"That's two words." The fans laughed in front of the TV.

"Such a reversal is heart-wrenching, heart-wrenching." Liu Jianhong quickly concluded, "Maybe in the near future, we can see more exciting reversals, but no one can deny that this is the possibility brought by Jiangshan."

"Yes, even if we fall behind, it doesn't matter, because a reversal can happen at any time. Even if we fall behind 0:2 or 0:3, think about what Hertha Berlin did today, and the team will burst out with new fighting power. This is the greatest will that Jiangshan brings to us."

Fortunately, Jiangshan didn't hear it, otherwise he would have thought he had become a martyr.

After 4 minutes of injury time, Sporting Lisbon no longer had any desire to counterattack. They were stunned. They were still not safe with a two-goal lead. What was going on?

With the referee's whistle, Jiangshan's team reached the top of Europe, well, the second highest peak. It's just the League Cup.

Jiangshan took the initiative to step forward, "Jose, congratulations on your second place, I fulfilled my promise before the game. Thank you!"

"Uh..." Peseiro said nothing, tears in his eyes, he had an urge to resign, well, just resign, it's too embarrassing, what else can he do besides resigning?