Marcelo santos marcelinho was running at high speed and it seemed as if the ball had grown under his feet. No matter how he fiddled with it, the ball was no more than one meter away from him.

"Go ahead and block. Pay attention to blocking the sidelines! Yes, be optimistic about people in the middle, don't be passed by." At this time, mihajlovic shouted loudly on the sidelines.

As an experienced old player, he could not argue with Roberto Ayala to take on the core task of the defense. At this time, his shouting was undoubtedly the best medicine to restore David Sommeil's calmness. Sommeil was not in a hurry to make his feet. He pressed against Marcelinho tightly, preventing him from making easy moves.

After hearing Mikhailovic's shouts, the entire Manchester City defense line began to slowly shrink, and the parallel combat positions also played a role, and the entire defense line began to become airtight.

At this time, Manchester City's defense seemed to be another situation in the eyes of Hertha Berlin players. The originally loose defense line suddenly contracted very closely, making their passes and runs unable to find the direction.

Marcelinho had originally completely ignored Somel's defense. With his ability, he could easily do it whether it was breakthrough or pass, but now, behind Somel, there were two more Manchester City players protecting him, and he felt like he was unable to get off his feet.

Whether it was a breakthrough or a pass, he lost his confidence. But he, the first striker in Hertha Berlin, is not a famous person. He accelerated immediately and forced himself to use his body to defend him. He pulled his feet and stopped the ball. Somer was not too strong, and he felt a little unable to exert force by Marcelinho.

Marcelinho leaned against Somer, and the ball was placed under the feet of Basturk who was waiting on the side.

Sommel's heart was tight. As a defender, his biggest advantage was speed, which was also his only capital to be proud of. He had no body, no skills, and even passed the ball. The most important thing he could play as a main player at Manchester City was to rely on his speed.

Although the ball is now passed to Bastulk, there are two Manchester City defenders next to Bastulk. Originally, Marcelinho wanted to pass the ball behind the two Manchester City defenders, so that Bastulk could rely on speed to make a two-pass one. Obviously, his wishful thinking was wrong this time.

Bastulk was planning to break through. Based on his cooperation with Marcelinho over the past few years, he knew that he must go forward at this time. But when he saw the opponent's Somer actually stuck Marcelinho with his own speed, he knew that he might have to wait for a while this time. Sure enough, although Marcelinho passed the ball to him, the landing point was obviously not what he expected.

However, although there were two opponents in front of him, he still easily removed the ball without any nervousness.

At this moment, in front of him was Manchester City's best central defender Roberto Ayala, and next to him was Trevor sinclair who came back to assist in the defense.

Bastulk saw that the two of them had blocked their positions tightly, and he was not nervous at all. As a midfielder core and a player who had experienced n games, he naturally would not be scared by such a little trouble. He controlled the ball under his feet, carefully observed the opponent's next move and the running positions of his teammates around him, and did not pass the ball easily.

A few seconds later, he finally moved. Bastulk's left foot gently tweaked, making it look like passing the ball, but in fact, that kick didn't use much effort at all. He was looking forward to one of the two players who were defending him to move to break their defensive system. And his real threat was his right foot. As long as the two people showed the space he wanted to move, whether it was passing or breaking through, he had the space he wanted, and he could play freely.

Seeing that he was taking action, Sinclair planned to step forward, but he found that although Bastulk was trying to snatch the ball hard, he didn't use much force and even speed. He stopped immediately and insisted on his urge to rush forward. As the captain of the Argentine national team and a veteran with rich game experience, Ayala was naturally not confused by Bastulk's fake moves. He just assisted with defense next to Sinclair, and had no intention of stepping forward. He deliberately left a gap between him and Sinclair, looking forward to Bastulk breaking through the two of them. In this way, he and Sinclair closed the door and eliminated the attack of Hertha Berlin this time.

Of course, Bastulk, as the engine of Hertha Berlin midfielder, naturally would not fall into the trap. Seeing that the opponent did not come forward, he immediately made a long pass from the outside and pulled his right foot strongly. The ball crossed the top of the two who were defending him with a strong rotation and arc. At this time, Hertha Berlin center Pantlic, who was hovering on the penalty area, immediately jumped to the top. Although Mikhailovic, who was defending him, was also good at standing, Pantlic rushed up from behind, and Mikhailovic's weakness of turning around was exposed.

At this time, the ball hit Pantledge's forehead and rushed towards Manchester City's goal. The heading skill is difficult, and it is difficult to judge the position when it is pushed up. James (david James) quickly jumped, but in terms of reaction and technology, he had a very big gap compared to his peak period, so he naturally could not poke the ball. The ball flew directly from his head to the upper left corner of Manchester City's goal.

Cheers from the stands came into Huang Long's ears, as if they were ridiculed, tingling his heart. Although the game had only started twelve minutes, his forehead was already sweating.

Unexpectedly, Hertha Berlin tied the score so quickly. Although their offense was not so good, they were definitely used. Manchester City was still scored a goal so easily by their three players when they cooperated. It seems that the subsequent game will be very difficult.

The sunlight spreads across the court, and it is golden. Because the stadium has a huge roof, the huge steel and concrete brackets fall on the court, forming some shadows. The mottled shadows fall on the ground, giving the whole scene a three-dimensional beauty. Half of Huanglong's face is in the sun, while the other half is in the shadow, making people unable to see his expression clearly. Only Pierce next to him clearly saw sweat beads dripping from his forehead.

Pierce reminded: "Do you see if Mihailovic is replaced? His turn..." Huang Long shook his head firmly and stared at the field!

At this time, on the court, darius vassell was running towards Hertha Berlin's goal, while the opponent's defender Smnic pushed him while leaning against his body to stop him from running. "Hey, pass the ball quickly." Fowler (robbie fotoine sibierski).

Sibersky, who received the ball, took the ball a few steps, and deftly swung over the overwhelming Hertha midfielder Boateng, and then quickly passed it to Fowler who was stuck in front, and dodged the Hertha Berliner who was running towards him. In this way, they had pushed Manchester City's offensive line forward for more than ten meters.

Seeing that he passed the ball over, Fowler quickly judged the landing point of the ball while running at high speed, thinking about how to deal with the ball.

After a brief flight, the ball finally came to Fowler. Fowler jumped high, pointed the ball down with a header, then pushed his chest forward, and unloaded the ball under his feet.

"It's beautiful!" Pierce couldn't help but shout, and Huang Long next to him finally showed a smile on his face. Seeing that Fowler had erupted the long-standing energy on his body.

Because Fowler's stop was so wonderful just now. When he touched the ball with his head, he immediately stopped the moving ball, then put it at his feet, and the whole movement was completed in one go. Although it was a move made by the away players, the fans of Hertha Berlin were all experts, but they knew the difficulty of the ball, so they all gave Fowler a warm applause without hesitation.

Just as Fowler was about to drive the ball, a man next to him rushed over quickly, and a flying shovel was shoveling the ball from the side. This action also surprised Fowler.

"It's so cruel! Damn!" Fowler said in his heart, looking up at the person who shoveled the ball across the border. At this time, the man was also looking at Fowler, with contempt and disdain in his eyes. Such eyes immediately raised Fowler's anger. "Isn't it just a tackle, what's so arrogant?" Fowler took advantage of the ball to pick up the ball, and looked at the man carefully.

The man was about 1.8 meters tall, with long hair almost reaching his shoulders. But the arrogance in his eyes and the sneer at the corner of his mouth made Fowler hate him very much. The man seemed to be watching Li Fan observing him, and he just shook his hair and turned his head away. The man was named Kovac,

He is one of the main defenders of Hertha Berlin. He is best at tackle and damage and plays the role of a firefighter in the team. However, although he has good defense, he is not calm enough and often has injuries. He has received many yellow cards in the game. If Fowler had not avoided the ball quickly, he would have been lying on the ground.

Trevor sinclair ran to the sideline and threw the out-of-bounds ball, while Wassel and Lisiberski met him next to him. Since this sideline ball is only 30 meters away from the goal, it is a very good offensive opportunity for Manchester City.

Of course, Hertha Berlin players will not easily let Manchester City organize the offense. Wassel and Lisiberski are surrounded by two people. They know that if the ball is missed, their goal will be in danger.

Sinclair pointed at the front and signaled Vassel and the others to run forward, then threw the ball hard in front. The ball bounced up on the grass and flew into the air, and Vassel quickly started. Because of his rapid acceleration, he immediately threw away the two players who defended him by Hertha Berlin and grabbed the ball before everyone. At this time, due to his rapid acceleration and the rolling speed of the ball, he had already crossed Hertha Berlin's defense line, forming a situation where he faced the goalkeeper alone.

Although Hertha Berlin faced the goalkeeper alone, since he was standing on the sideline, he was in a diagonal line with the goal. If calculated, it was still nearly forty meters away from the goal. Seeing that it was too far away from the goal and the position was not right, he immediately chose to dribble the ball into a diagonal line and run towards the penalty area. The defenders of Hertha Berlin behind him also quickly returned to defense, only a few meters away from him. Vasser's calf swung wildly, trying his best to speed up his speed.

At a glance, he rushed into the penalty area of ​​Hertha Berlin. A sideline ball, which was not very threatening, turned into a one-on-one goal with his efforts.

At this time, when Hertha Berlin goalkeeper Federer saw Wassel breaking into the penalty area alone, he immediately stepped forward to block the center of gravity without hesitation. Years of experience made him know that if the opponent was allowed to shoot and observe the opponent himself, the ending would be very obvious. The tenth ** was to let the opponent hit the goal. One step, two steps, as he got closer to the small penalty area, Wasser was also observing the goalkeeper, considering when the best time to shoot.

Vassel is getting closer and closer to the opponent's goalkeeper, and the angle is slowly getting smaller. Huang Long below stands up and roars: "Why haven't you shot yet?

Only Federer knew the reason, he was getting more and more depressed. Wassell is worthy of being one of the strikers of the England national team, and he is so calm.

As Vassel advanced step by step, Federer felt that the opponent's threat to him was getting bigger and bigger. If it was a sloppy shot, then the chance was very slim because the angle was blocked by him. "It was only three steps away, and I should be able to sweep it." Federer thought to himself and immediately rolled up and rushed towards Vassel's feet.
Chapter completed!