King Bayern

Chapter 202 Tough Artificial Turf

"What to do? The players dare not make moves."

Five minutes into the game, Hassler discovered this problem. The difference between artificial turf and natural turf is like the difference between snow and concrete. The snow is loose, while the concrete is solid. .

When tackling on natural grass, when encountering resistance, it is the grass roots that are wiped out, but when tackling on artificial grass, if the force cannot be released, it is likely that you will hurt yourself.

It doesn't matter to CSKA, this stadium is where they usually play in the Russian Premier League, but for 1860 players who play in a world-class stadium like Allianz, this is very depressing.

"Zone defense, zone defense."

Since it is not possible to make too many moves, the players can only cooperate with each other to reduce the defensive gap of their own side as much as possible.

The most powerful CSKA Moscow side is their winger Zhirkov.

The small Zhirkov is just like Blokhin in the Soviet Lightning Ukraine back then. He is fast and has a particularly strong ability to combine man and ball.

He is also the coach's biggest reliance if he can make the cut.

Zhirkov broke through on the wing, slammed on the brakes before the baseline, and stepped on the ball before the baseline.

At this point, Meyer shoveled over and broke the ball out of the baseline.

corner kick!

CSKA won a corner kick, and for the Russian team, set kicks are a natural advantage because of their height. At this time, the high center forward Sergey, who is ambushing in the penalty area, is the biggest threat to 1860.

Ujfanussi is next to Sergey. The height difference between the two is about 10 centimeters. Ujfanussi clings to Sergey. If this guy is allowed to escape, it will be a huge threat. .

Zhirkov raised his hand in the corner flag area and stretched out three fingers. This is a fixed tactic, but only CSKA can understand it.

Sergey knew that this gesture meant to find Sergey in front of the penalty area. At the moment when Zhirkov took a corner kick, Sergey pushed Ujfanusi. These Russians who grew up drinking vodka The big bear was so powerful that with just one push, Ujfanusi staggered, and Sergey took the opportunity to start a header.

The power at the top of the ball is huge, and it is very close to the goal. Lenz has nothing to do with such a ball.

The goal is scored, 1 to 0.

The fans in the audience were crazy. Russian fans are very violent and crazy.

They know that as long as they enter 3, they can eliminate 1860. Now that they have entered 1, they only need 2.

While the Russians were celebrating wildly, Ujfanusi found the referee and complained, "That guy pushed me."

The referee ignored it. It is normal to push and shove during a corner kick, and the referee really couldn't judge the ball.

"Asshole, he pushed me."

At this time, Ujfanussi may be the only one in the audience who knows his grievances, but there is no way, this is football.

Some people say that Russia is a fighting nation. I don’t think so. I think Russia is a nation of insane people. They are unreasonable. So when Russian football is good, it can destroy the Netherlands in the European Cup, but when Russian football is bad, it can also win. Infuriating.

With the ball in hand, CSKA seemed to be on a stimulant. Everyone's eyes were red, not as if they were here to play football, but as if they were here to desperately.

Gazayev seemed to be drunk on the sidelines, jumping up and down, talking non-stop.

Hasler was also a little worried at this time, he underestimated the madness of the Russians, and also underestimated the despicability of the Russians.

At this time, the 1860 players on the stadium were like frightened little rabbits, and someone needed to stand up.

"Damn, these big stupid bears are crazy." Bayer saw that the other party's movements were abnormal, and all kinds of flying shovels and flying kicks came out.

For a while, CSKA received 3 yellow cards, but their players did not restrain their movements, but were equally rough.

"They should be given a red card." Hassler roared.

Gazaev also knew English, and when he heard Hassler yelling red, he immediately became angry, "Don't interfere with the referee."

"Your players are not playing, they are committing crimes."

"Fuck you."

Hasler rushed to Gazayev's side, "What did you say, say it again."

The fourth official came over and warned, "Either go to the stands together, or be honest."

"Referee, this bastard scolded me."

"Bastard? You heard the referee, he called me a bastard."

"Hehe, what did you say just now, I feel like saying it again in front of the referee, if it is a man, say it again."

"Say it again, say it again, you think I dare not."

……

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ut.

The fourth official couldn't take it anymore, he asked both Hasler and Gazayev to go to the stands, at this time both of them pretended to be wronged again.

"Referee, he really scolded me first."

"No, he scolded me first, so I just replied."

ut, don't make me report UEFA.

Gazayev spread his hands, "Now you are satisfied." Then he applauded Hasler.

After explaining a few words to Balakov, Hassler angrily walked out of the stands and found a seat to sit down. The man next to him smelled of alcohol.

Unexpectedly, he took out a small plastic bottle of vodka, "Do you want some?"

"Fuck, can you bring alcohol into the venue?"

"Plastic bottles are fine, glass bottles are not."

Hasler's three views were lifted, "By the way, why are you so good at English?"

"I learned it in school."

But after chatting for a few words, Hasler also discovered the cuteness of the Russians, and talked about everything after drinking.

"I don't think CSKA has a chance."

"why?"

"Ghazaev, old bastard, is not good. He drove away too many Russian geniuses and bought some Brazilians."

"Hahaha."

After the two head coaches were punished, it had little impact on 1860, but it had a huge impact on CSKA, because Gazaev is usually very domineering in the team, and he has the final say on everything.

When the players saw that the head coach was no longer on the sidelines, they were at a loss for a while, and the pressure on 1860's offense was also reduced.

But I have to say that Gazaev is crazy. In the stands, he is still inciting the fans. Under his incitement, the stadium is as lively as a fire cooking oil, and the CSKA Moscow players seem to be full of enthusiasm again. Same as electricity.

"Come on, attack."

"Win 1860, we advance to the knockout round."

"Correct."

Still under the leadership of Zhirkov, CSKA's offense started again, and it was fierce and fast, and it got several good shooting opportunities.

Hassler's heart tightened in the stands, "Can the team withstand it?"