Chapter 070 Yongzandi Is Insane

At this moment, Zhuoyang finally figured it out: It is impossible for Iranians to transform into Saiyans, they are so weak. Seeing the essence of the problem clearly, Zhuoyang lost his appetite and was a little tired of having one-on-one with Zandi again.

"Mad dog, mad dog!" Zhuoyang shouted to Carl Rand: "You keep an eye on the Iranians, I'll take care of that...that No. 28." He pointed at Kaiserslautern midfielder Engelhardt. This summer The midfielder transferred from Karlsruhe caused a lot of trouble for Pompon Louis with several organization and transfers.

"Don't worry, leave it to me. I'm still surprised. How could you, such a weakling, have so much energy to play for a long time? I find it boring just to watch."

"..." Zhuo Yang was a little embarrassed: "Hey, I was blinded. I thought this kid might come to the same show and show off like that!"

Mad Dog Rand suddenly became excited: "Fuck, don't scare me Zhuoyang, do you do this every time and let people live? Are you forcing me to retire?" Rand experienced the super god Barkley without collapse, which is enough to show that His psychological quality is outstanding among players.

Rand did not collapse, but Zandi was on the verge of collapse.

Zhuoyang dumped the Iranian to the mad dog. He was too lazy to deal with the unchallenging opponent. Unexpectedly, he made a mistake again this time. Zandi was like a walking zombie on the field, the light in his pupils was scattered, not to mention that the famous Madiburg Mad Dog had no difficulty in biting him, and after biting him, he continued to knock Zandi upside down. Maybe even if Miss Sylvia puts on the jersey, she can still prevent Zandi from walking.

It had already entered stoppage time, and everyone could see that Zandi had lost his game status. Coach Yara was waiting for the halftime break to replace the Iranian, and the old core Sforza was already preparing to warm up. Who knew that in just a short time, it would become the last straw that broke the Persian camel's back.

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They are all people who eat this bowl of rice all year round. Kaiserslautern's teammates also saw that Zandi was no longer fit to continue fighting, so they stopped passing the ball to him and left him alone on the court in a state of confusion. Zandi, who had no concept of tactical movement in his mind, wandered to the right sideline and was looking blankly at the rushing canal water outside the grid wall of Victor Stadium. The football rolled to his feet.

That's all. Cobra Illie and Kaizer defender Wenzel had a back-to-back confrontation, and the football lost control and came right in front of Zandi. After all, he is a football player, so he subconsciously stopped the ball. Zandi looked at Zhuoyang in front of him in confusion.

Things were still like this, Zhuo Yang just passed the football to the frontcourt, and before he could run up to meet him, the football turned back and landed at the feet of the Iranians. Zhuo Yang happened to be not far away.

Even if you are too lazy to challenge him one-on-one, there is no reason not to defend him when everyone is right in front of you. Zhuo Yang, who has always been very serious about his work, immediately concentrated on his posture and showed off his aura. As a result, Zandi was completely panicked and he forgot what to do. Mom, the Chinese will kill me. Mom, save me!

Therefore, it is said that people do not know their potential until they are in desperate situation. Seeing Zhuo Yanghu on the opposite side staring with murderous intent in his eyes, preparing for a devastating blow, Zandi suddenly had an idea in his mind and kicked the football out of the sideline without hesitation.

How can you defend me when the football is gone?

Poor Fritton Zandi was completely devastated!

Zhuo Yang was dumbfounded. He had never encountered such a bizarre thing before, and it was the first time that his opponent had confused his mind. The players on both sides were dumbfounded. They had never seen such nonsense before. Everyone was dumbfounded, the Victor Stadium was in an uproar and booed everywhere. Only one Iranian, Zandi, stood there proudly: Mom, I did it!

Coach Kurt Yara stretched out his right hand and slapped his head three times viciously, causing pain to others. "Siliaco, Siriacco, don't warm up." He quickly greeted Sforza. "Come on now, right away!" I can't wait any longer, not even half a second.

When Zandi walked back to the bench in a daze,

Coach Yala, whose resentment was still lingering, looked at him and couldn't help feeling heartbroken: How much sin has this child suffered? God knows what he has gone through?

"Ferri..., take a rest..." After all, his performance had been good before, otherwise he would not have squeezed veteran Sforza on the bench. Yala patiently comforted Zandi: "Just go back and adjust. You may be... tired..."

Zandi turned to look at his coach, his eyes were peaceful, and he smiled sweetly: "No, no, no, I've already eaten. You're welcome. Please use it slowly."

Coach Yara’s hair exploded: “Team doctor! Team doctor——!”

The first half was over before Sforza came on the court and even had time to touch the ball. Madiburg temporarily led 3:0 at home.

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During the halftime break, Zandi kept politely answering questions in the visiting team's locker room, hitting here and there with a hammer. If you asked the man at the gate, he said he had a wart on his buttocks.

After returning to Kaiserslautern, after neurological treatment and psychiatrist intervention, Zandi finally returned to normal. However, he began to become mediocre from then on, and sank rapidly after the end of this season. After that, he moved from the Bundesliga to the Bundesliga 2, and finally went to play in the West Asia Qatar League.

Of course, even if his level plummets, Zandi is still quite suitable in Asia, but there is a big gap between the Iranians' expectations of him.

A few days after the game against Madiburg, Zandi's agent, the chief agent of German football, and one of the top ten football agents in the world, Strutter, returned from Tehran. He communicated with the Iranian Football Association After all the conditions were negotiated, the other party basically nodded in agreement to all his requests. Subsequently, both parties made public statements in the media at the same time: Fryton Zandi, the famous Bundesliga star and Kaiserslautern midfielder, joined the Iranian national team and will play for the Persian Legion.

The Iranian Football Association hopes that they will soon welcome an Asian brother, and their national team will have a dream midfielder that will not lose to European countries.

But in a friendly against Azerbaijan in January of the following year, Zandi made his debut for the national team and only needed forty-five minutes for coach Branko Ivankovic to decide his fate as a substitute in the national team.

A mediocre Iranian international!

Zandi's skills, consciousness, organization, support and other abilities are still quite good, at least ahead of most Asian players, but his biggest problem is that he is afraid of physical confrontation. As a professional player from German football, as a Persian international footballer with an iron-blooded tradition, Friton Zandi actually——

Hazard, fear, body, body, confrontation, resistance! !

Whatever he was afraid of, he got what he wanted. Later, in a Qatar League match, Zandi broke his calf after hesitating and dodging during a confrontation. Zandi was sitting on the ground, holding his calf that was already at a right angle, crying hysterically for his father and mother. The scene was too horrible to watch. His football story ended completely at that moment, and no one connected it all with Zhuoyang at that time.

Let’s stop talking about the gossip and return to this game. In the 10th round of the 2004-05 Bundesliga season, Madiborg faced Kaiserslautern at home in the second half.