Neuhaus looked at the situation on the field in a daze.
The game had already started for 10 minutes, but what he expected did not happen.
On the contrary, the situation was even worse for the Berlin Union.
The scoreboard clearly showed that it was a score of 1:0 against FC Berlin!
He had clearly wanted to attack first at the start of the game. How could this be?
Ten minutes ago, the Berlin United had indeed taken up their stance in the opening stage, frantically pressing forward to attack and prepare to catch the opponent off guard.
In the end, they were like charging Tom cats, bumping into an iron plate.
At the start of the match, the K?r?n team was fully prepared and did not give the Berlin United any chance.
This was especially true for Sullo. He had received special attention from his opponent!
Rachman, the defensive midfielder of the Colombo team, almost never left his side. He was always by Sullo's side and used his body to try to compete with Sullo for a position.
Even without the ball, he would come over to pull the jersey or collide with Sullo.
Because his movements were not big, it was difficult to commit a foul.
The 30-year-old wily fox had long known how to avoid the referee's penalty on the field.
Sullo was relatively younger and had suffered a lot of losses without saying anything. He wanted to shake off the other party at the beginning, so he had consumed a lot of his stamina.
He touched the ball twice, but it was destroyed by the opponent's physical confrontation.
If Da Luo was attached to him, he would be directly knocked to the ground by the opponent's foul when he was ready to make a strong dash.
In less than 10 minutes, Sullo had already been knocked down three times!
"Hey! Shouldn't he give a card?"
Sullo couldn't take it anymore and complained to the referee.
The referee was unmoved, and the penalty was a little like a home whistle.
Sullo's side was temporarily silent, and the other positions were also targeted. As a result, the Berlin United's attack reached the front field, and there was no point where it could operate effectively.
As a result, in the eighth minute of the game, the Koeln team took advantage of a passing error by the Berlin United team and instantly launched a quick counterattack!
Their first shot in the game resulted in a goal!
"A counterattack goal! This ball was surprisingly easy. Let's give a round of applause to Anthony Ujja!”
The home announcer was also a little sarcastic, as if mocking United Berlin's opening offensive tactics.
Since the start of the game, the manager of the K?lohn team, Stogg, had been sitting steadily on the fishing platform with a smile that was not afraid of honor or disgrace.
This German Second Division match had a paid broadcast channel, and the director also gave a close-up shot to Stog.
It seemed that his strategy was successful. He had "bounced" the attacks of the Berlin Alliance at the start, killing two birds with one stone.
"Damn it, he got me!"
Looking at Stog on TV, Bard, a hardcore fan, could not help but get angry.
At Berlin-Buch Hospital, Bard had the nurse fiddle with the television in the ward for a long time, only to find that the team was behind by a goal at the start of the game.
His old father had just finished his surgery yesterday, so he came over to take care of him. He did not follow Uncle Hans and the others in the away game.
"It's too infuriating! As expected, I can't do it without me!"
"Don't block my view of the match!"
The 79-year-old Lehmann slapped the back of his head.
"As a supporter of the team, you should always be enthusiastic! Stop complaining!"
Bard was already over fifty years old, but he was still reprimanded by his father in public. He could only continue to watch the game dejectedly.
At this moment, the broadcast camera also gave a close-up of Sullo.
His elegant hairstyle was already drenched in sweat and stuck tightly to his forehead. He looked very tired.
"The amazing young general Su has been running since the beginning of the game. Unfortunately, his physical resistance was slightly worse. He was always pushed away by his opponent and it was difficult for him to control the ball steadily.”
"And the three fouls that Berlin United received were all from Sullo. The fact that he was so valued by the other party at such a young age was enough to prove his threat.”
The German-language television commentator expressed his appreciation for Sullo's positive attitude.
Unfortunately, his strengths and weaknesses were too obvious.
"Good luck! Little Brother Dongfang!"
An Ya was also in front of the television, her eyes sparkling as she stared at Su Luo's close-up.
"Luo…Go!"
On the other side of East Berlin, Joseph had also canceled his afternoon schedule and returned to his apartment to focus on watching the game.
She held the pillow tightly and couldn't help but worry for Su Luo.
……
Su Luo didn't know that she had been shot in the face for a full three seconds.
He had seen the crisis in the backfield and had lost the ball before he could chase back.
Because he had run too much, it was as if he had swallowed a piece of branding iron. His lungs were burning, and his mouth was filled with a faint smell of blood.
"You guys should learn. This is what attacking is all about. What did you type?"
The defensive midfielder, Rahman, was still smiling and mocking him, as if he was deliberately trying to fool Sullo.
Su Luo, who had lived two lives and was in her forties, wished she could break his nose with her elbow.
However, this was a football field, not a combat arena.
If he acted rashly, he would face a red card and a suspension. The other party only had a broken nose. It was not worth it.
The only thing that could really strike the opponent was a goal!
"Alright, I'll show you then.”Sullo said calmly.
"See what?" Rahman was confused.
They had already studied this Asian kid thoroughly. Could it be that he still had some trump card?
Sorry, he did have a trump card!
The Harland template had not been used yet!
Previously, when he had used the Big Luo template, Sullo had already experienced the qualifiers and the main stage of the World Youth Championship.
Later, he played in the Youth League and the German Second Division.
If he used Mobile Legends as an analogy,
The Da Luo template's proficiency was already at the red maximum level.
Harland's template was still white, a trainee striker.
Sullo had wanted to get used to it a few more times on the training ground so that he could understand the characteristics of the possession state better and use it better.
Since that was the case, he couldn't care less.
It was more important to solve the crisis in front of him first!
The game resumed and the K?r?n team continued to defend and counterattack. United Berlin temporarily controlled the ball in the periphery and could not penetrate.
Captain Matuska dribbled the ball and observed it left and right for a long time, but he still could not find a suitable point to kick the ball.
At this moment, he suddenly realized that Sullo was pointing at his ribs.
However, there had been a few times before when Su Luo had just gotten the ball and was fouled by the other party.
The number 33 defensive midfielder was like a sticky candy, sticking to Sullo tightly.
Despite his worries, Matushika still sent out a direct attack.
It was the best opportunity for Sullo to escape. If he could really break through, he would indeed be a threat.
"Matushika, send a straight pass in the middle, pass through the midfield defense and hit the penalty area.”
"Sullo receives the ball, and Rahman is still marking him.”
"Rahman Charge! This ball is going to…"
In everyone's opinion, Sullo's ball was definitely gone, just like the previous few times.
But only Rahman knew that this time was completely different!
He felt as if he had crashed into a wall! Sullo actually didn't move at all!
"How is that possible?"
Sullo took advantage of the force of the opponent's collision and took advantage of the situation to speed up and dribble the ball towards the penalty area!
"Su! He actually caught the ball! Faced with the defense of the defenders, he continued to accelerate and break through, shaking off Marho and entering the penalty area!”
"Su! Unbelievable, a furious kick!"
Lehmann, the 79-year-old man in front of the television, raised his hands high and was as excited as a child!
Anya and Joseph cheered at the same time!
In the 11th minute of the game, Sullo resisted the opponent's charge and forcefully broke into the penalty area to shoot an unreasonable shot!
A powerful breakthrough through the K?l?n net!
1:1！
Berlin United Lightspeed evened the score!
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