Chapter 118 I Support Your Decision

"Can I enter this too?"

"Zhen, you must be favored by God!"

"Zhen is so popular with female fans, maybe Lady Luck is one of them..."

The St. Pauli players surrounded Zhen Shaolong and celebrated together excitedly. Most of the teammates didn't see the scoring process, but it didn't affect them to celebrate--

The score became 0 to 1!

They successfully lead away to Werder Bremen!

Some teammates saw the scoring process, such as Felix Luz and Albrecht, and they talked about the scoring process with others enthusiastically.

But in fact, Zhen Shaolong didn't know how the ball got in. At that time, he and Schultz were facing each other and were directly kicked to the ground.

He only knew that it was the reason for "Must Kill".

"who cares!"

"It's a goal anyway!"

"I don't know if it's my fault!" Zhen Shaolong is more concerned about this issue, not only a goal honor, money is also very important.

The goal bonus of the German Cup is linked to the income of the club cup. If the team can reach the final of the German Cup, the promotion bonus alone can get an extra 500,000 euros. Naturally, the goal bonus will also increase.

This goal may get more than 10,000 euros!

That's 10,000 euros, which is almost more than a week's salary. Converted into RMB, it is more than 100,000 yuan, which is enough to pay a year's rent and buy women's underwear as gifts...

cough cough.

Zhen Shaolong stopped thinking deeply.

At the same time, Deutsche Telekom 1, which broadcast the German Cup semi-final, is also constantly replaying in slow motion, allowing fans to clearly see the scoring process--

Zhen Shaolong kicked the ball across the post, trying to bypass Schultz.

Schultz turned around and took the first step.

Waving.

Zhen Shaolong put his right foot in front of the ball with a half tackle.

Then the two faced each other.

Zhen Shaolong's body was unbalanced after being kicked, and when he was lying on the ground in embarrassment, the football was rushed by the force of the two, and it spun towards the goal. It also bypassed the goalkeeper Reinke and turned into the bottom corner of the goal.

"St. Pauli's luck is too good!"

The commentator sighed, "This kind of ball...it's hard to imagine that the two of them are facing each other so that the ball flies towards the goal, and it also has a spin."

"Reinke froze for a moment. He must have never imagined that the football would roll towards the goal."

The many fans in front of the TV could not help but sigh for St. Pauli's good luck, and at the same time they sighed for Zhen Shaolong's good luck, as if the commentator said next, "The few goals that Zhen scored in the Bundesliga and the German Cup before , also scored by luck, good luck seems to have been favoring him!"

"His luck is so good, I remember one game, after he fell, the football could still hit the top of his head and fly into the goal..."

The narrator began to talk about Zhen Shaolong's good luck.

Many people feel the same way. ,

But there are also people who disagree with the 'luck theory', such as St. Pauli's head coach Bergman, who is excitedly hugging his assistant coach.

"I knew it! Zhen, he can score goals!"

The assistant coach sighed, "His luck is really good!"

Bergman immediately corrected, "That's not luck. I don't believe that luck always favors a player. Look at Zhen's shooting level. He is the kind of player who plays in front of the goal and is very good!"

"I believe that it is an innate talent! Maybe he thinks that it is possible to score goals by playing that way, so he does it that way."

Bergman said with absolute certainty, and he really thought so.

When you see Zhen Shaolong scoring one or two goals by luck, it's nothing at all, but has he scored goals by luck for a long time?

The Son of God does not need to play football!

If there are too many times of 'luck', it is definitely not luck. Maybe it is a kind of talent. His occasional running and doing in front of the goal are also very strange. Most people can't understand, but he can send the ball into the goal.

This shows that the goal is not based on luck, at least 'not only' luck!

Bergman firmly believes in this.

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same moment.

Zhen Jiuye was sitting on the sofa in the living room. He was wearing pajamas and his chest was open. There was hot coffee on the coffee table in his hand, and he was playing with a delicate string of beads in his right hand.

On the TV screen, the game between Werder Bremen and St. Pauli is being played.

A woman with an outstanding temperament in light-colored pajamas was sitting at the side, occasionally looking at the game on the screen, but most of the time, she was staring at Zhen Jiuye, the tenderness in her eyes was undoubtedly revealed.

Others only need to look at it a few times, and they can easily judge--

This is a woman in love!

She is probably less than thirty years old, and the crow's feet around her eyes are hard to see. She is tall and exudes a youthful atmosphere. It is not an exaggeration to say that she is a 'goddess'.

Master Zhen Jiu also looked very young. It was normal for a man to look old at forty, but when he was old, no matter how he said he was young, he was deceiving himself and others.

Master Zhen Jiu is seven in his forties!

A tall 'goddess' in her thirties who fell in love with an old man in her fifties would definitely make one think, "This man is very rich."

If Lord Zhen Jiu knew what other people thought, he would definitely sneer, "Master Jiu, am I the kind of person who relies on money?"

"Do you understand elegance?"

"Do you understand art?"

Now Zhen Jiuye's thoughts are all on the game on the screen, and it's hard for him to even take a look at the beautiful little woman next to him.

When he saw the football flying into the goal, the camera kept pointing at Zhen Shaolong, and the commentator was still getting lucky, Zhen Jiuye immediately became angry, "This goal should be attributed to Longlong, right? I think he scored it." .”

"It's luck..."

"Longlong scored! Without Longlong, there would be no goal at all!"

The woman nodded immediately, "It should be Long... Long?" She didn't know what to call it.

"You are ten years older than him, just call him Longlong! This kid just doesn't know how to learn well. What kind of football does he play all day? Can he play football for a lifetime? What's the use? I let him go to Germany, not for playing football at all. !"

"Dragon and Dragon follow you." The woman sat closer and lay in Zhen Jiuye's arms, "I will definitely become a very famous writer in the future."

"now it's right!"

Zhen Jiuye raised his head proudly, and still sighed, "My best works have been banned." He said and looked at the woman in his arms, "Since I met you, I feel like my life has been reinjected Vitality, I have the motivation to improve again."

"I believe that I am still young and my career can still improve. So I am thinking of writing a work in German. There are no restrictions in Germany. After the work is completed, it will be released from Germany. This book is based on my son, and the title has been changed. After thinking about it, it's called "Hamburg: A Dream Journey", what do you think?"

The woman's face was filled with happiness immediately, her eyes were a little moist, and her hands were hugged even tighter, "I support your decision."

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Zhen Shaolong still doesn't know that the "cheap dad" in the distance is thinking of using him as a prototype to write a storybook that will definitely be banned in China.

Fortunately, I don't know.

Otherwise, they may not be in the mood to continue the game.

Now Zhen Shaolong is working hard... Standing in the front field, after the game restarted, most of the time, football was under the control of Werder Bremen, and he had no chance to perform at all.

St. Pauli was able to snatch the ball occasionally, only to be snatched back quickly.

In more than ten minutes, Zhen Shaolong only had one pitiful touch of the ball, and after touching the ball, he was directly snatched by Naldo next to him.

The only consolation is that Werder Bremen has not been able to score.

But the relief soon wore off.

In the 41st minute of the game, Werder Bremen's goal hit the bottom line, and then the football was passed to the small penalty area line. Klose rushed to the position first, successfully grabbed the first point, and kicked the ball directly Goal.

1 to 1!

The moment Klose scored the goal, violent cheers broke out at the Weser Stadium. Nearly 40,000 Werder Bremen fans, everyone was shouting to celebrate the goal.

"Goal!"

"Klose!"

"Klose! Goal!"

The shouts were deafening, the surrounding stands fell into madness, and the Werder Bremen players on the field also celebrated excitedly.

Klose's goal let them breathe a sigh of relief.

Although they have a strength advantage, they are much stronger than their opponents, but the score behind is still on everyone's mind. Football games can't be won by strength, everything depends on the score.

Now that the score can be tied, Werder Bremen believes that the victory will definitely belong to them.

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Until the end of the first half, the two teams failed to score again.

The game enters halftime.

Zhen Shaolong and his teammates went back to the locker room together, somewhat depressed. After all, he was equalized by his opponent, and the victory seemed to be far away.

When the head coach Bergman walked in, he had a relaxed smile on his face, at least on the surface, and he said to everyone, "Don't care about being tied! In fact, 1-1 is quite remarkable!"

"The opponent is Bremen!"

"Before the game, did you ever think about being able to draw at halftime? I said a long time ago that our goal is not to win, but to use your strengths and compete head-on with the top clubs. This kind of opportunity is rare!"

Bergman was trying to make the players relax, saying "it's okay to lose", but turned his head and called out the players one by one.

First there is Surentic.

Then there's Bol.

The third turn was Felix Luz.

Finally, Zhen Shaolong.

Zhen Shaolong watched his teammates go out one by one, and he became very energetic when he came back. He was very surprised. When he saw Bergman, he heard him say, "Zhen, you are the best goal scorer in the team! If you We were able to win in the end, and the biggest hero must be you!"

"I told others that I don't care about winning or losing, but who doesn't care about winning or losing in the semi-finals of the German Cup? I hope you..."

Next, Bergman said a lot, praising Zhen Shaolong and inspiring his fighting spirit.

Zhen Shaolong broke into a cold sweat when he heard it.

He paid more attention than others, and saw the actions of Surentic, Boll and others. He didn't know what Bergman said to them, but it should be words of encouragement, right?

This trick is not seen through, but it is quite good, being seen through...

Ok.

Zhen Shaolong was powerless to continue complaining, he would play hard anyway.

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When the intermission was about to end, Zhen Shaolong dug out a white long-sleeved sweater from his luggage, and handed it to Freberg.

"Get me the pitch. If we win, I'll use it."

Zhen Shaolong exhorted him solemnly.

"I'll take it?" Freberg was a little reluctant. Last time, he let him keep the peak mask, but this time he changed into a white sweater. What did he think of him?

nanny?

"What if I play the game?" Freberg looked for a reason to refuse.

"It is because you are the least likely to appear that I leave it to you, otherwise I will ask others to help." Zhen Shaolong said bluntly.

"..."

Freberg has an urge to throw his clothes in the trash.

When he got to the bench and sat down, Freberg opened his clothes curiously. Seeing several rows of typing on it, he glanced at it and immediately put it in his arms, holding it tightly with both hands, as if holding some rare treasure. .

"What's written on it?" Birtez next to him asked curiously.

"Don't look!"

"why!"

"I'm afraid of being beaten!"

"What was written?" Birtez became even more curious.

Freberg propped himself up to show it off, and quickly received it in his arms, Biltez stopped talking for a moment, and looked around, as if worried that other people would see it, "Put it away, be sure to put it away! "

Both became tense.

Birtez sighed and said, "If we win the game, Zhen will definitely become the most hated player by Bremen fans..."