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Chapter 540 Leading?  tie!

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    Kalia lay on the ground, turned her head and stared blankly at the goal.

    The ballgoes in?

    Really in?

    The entire Bayern stadium fell into dead silence in an instant.

    The fans of Munich 1900 looked at the scene in disbelief.

    They have gone 19 home games unbeaten, but at this point their unbeaten record is starting to crack.

    They actually had the idea of'we are still losing at home'.

    Every Munich fan covered their mouths or held their heads, even now they cannot accept this situation.

    They are behind!

    Wow!  !  !  !  !  !  !  !  !  !  !  !  !  !  !  !  !  !  ¡ª¡ª

    In an instant, huge cheers emerged from the left corner and resounded through the audience.

    They know that there is a gathering place for Hoffenheim's diehards.

    And this cheer also told them that Hoffenheim really scored a goal.

    ¡®Damn you country bumpkin!  '

    The fans of Munich 1900 are itchy.

    But Hoffenheim fans don't care so much, they are about to explode with excitement!

    &#29306&#22914&#32&#116&#105&#97&#110&#108&#97&#105&#120&#115&#119&#46&#99&#111&#109&#32&#29306&#22914&#12290 "God! We scored!  !"

    "Ibstroui! He is the real God of War!"

    "The Great Emperor of Sweden!"

    "I swear, I'll buy a Zlatan Ibstruij jersey when I go back, he's just amazing!"

    The Hoffenheim fans screamed excitedly, and the whole stand was extremely noisy.

    At the forefront, the elderly Lawrence even more excitedly undressed to celebrate.

    He took off his jersey, grabbed it in his hand, and waved it vigorously.

    The dry and loose skin trembled with the jump, but he didn't feel it.

    Right now he wants to celebrate!

    Wanton celebration!

    God!

    They actually took the lead at the Bayern Stadium!

    There is no better way to start than this

    Neighboring state, in the town of Sinsheim.

    Suddenly there was a high-pitched howl in every bar.

    The peaceful night in Sinsheim was shattered.

    First there was an exclamation, then it turned into cheers, and finally it turned into the sound of crackling wine bottles.

    Even in those individual homes, windows were opened one after another, and fans roared loudly towards the window.

    They can't wait to share this surprise with others.

    As a result, the entire Sinsheim was enveloped in bursts of cheers

    In Hoffenheim Village.

    Zhang Xian has finished washing and is sitting on the sofa watching the live broadcast of the game.

    When seeing Ibstruij's goal, Zhang Xian couldn't help but smile and wanted to applaud, but he was startled by the huge howl in the next second.

    Ow!  !  !  !  !

    I don't know who yelled first, and immediately the whole village was filled with cheers like howling wolves, one after another.

    Some fans even left their homes and danced excitedly on the street.

    At this moment, the Hoffenheim fans seemed to have their mouths opened and honey was poured into their mouths.

    Zhang Xian in the room shook his head, turned up the volume of the TV a little, and the call came back in the next second.

    It was Jurgen Bauer who called. As soon as Zhang Xian answered the phone, Jurgen Bauer's ecstatic voice came from the microphone.

    "Did you see it! Did you see it! I swear you must have seen it! It's so good! Ibstruij, he is the god of war! The emperor! I just love him to death!"

    Zhang Xian couldn't help but move the phone away, but the eardrums were still aching.

    When the other party finished talking, Zhang Xian said: "Dude! You are now the chairman of the German Football Association, so you can't make such partial remarks."

    "Who would know!" Jurgen Bauer said with a smile without cowardice; "This is my private phone number, you won't tell me anyway, I'm safe!"

    Paused, Jurgen Ball said; "Dude, give Ibstrui a raise in salary, I think he can be 40 years old!"

    Zhang Xian grinned and said, "You are not the chairman of Hoffenheim now, so don't make such unreasonable demands to me!"

    "Just a little bit!" Jurgen Bauer said.

    ?Now shaking his head and refusing: "No way! If Ibstruij's salary is raised, what will the others do? Could it be that Leo, Huber and others did not perform well?"

    "Um" Jurgen Bauer was choked, and could only say bitterly; "Okay then, but he can be given some rewards."

    Zhang Xian said helplessly; "Okay, I see, Mr. Chairman, you should go to bed, I remember there will be a UEFA meeting tomorrow."

    Hearing this, Jurgen Bauer wailed; "At the meeting at 7 o'clock in the morning, I found that the officials of the Football Association did not sleep. Why should their meeting be arranged so early? I am very anxious every day."

    "I feel like you've gotten used to it!" Zhang Xian laughed.

    Jurgen Bauer sternly said: "No! I want to go back to my previous life. I want to watch the gate at the Jurgen Stadium instead of sitting in the office of the Football Association."

    Zhang Xian said; "There is still one year in office, so you are persevering."

    "Just one year." Jurgen Bauer complained in a low voice; "This is really not a human thing. If you and your father hadn't forced me to come up, I wouldn't have agreed."

    Jurgen Bauer continued to complain a few words, and asked Zhang Xian to "swear" to let him step down in a year, and then hung up the phone happily.

    Throwing the phone aside, Zhang Xian shook his head helplessly.

    Sammer cried and shouted to become the chairman of the Football Association, and Jurgen Bauer still hated it.

    When Zhang Xian looked back at the TV, he froze for a moment.

    He wiped his eyes and looked at the scoreboard.

    1:1?

    Jingle Bell!  !

    The phone rang again, and Zhang Xian looked down, and it was Jurgen Bauer again.

    Zhang Xian directly hung up the phone, stopped answering, and focused on the TV.

    So, how did this drop the ball?

    There just happened to be a back-to-back shot on TV.

    It can be seen that this is a corner kick opportunity.

    ? Munich 1900 took a tactical corner kick, multiple people moved in a mixed position, Biartini made a feint, and then Alex scored with a header.

    But the most important thing is not these, but the issue of Ledomy's attack.

    He attacked too aggressively and failed to hit the ball, resulting in an empty goal.

    There is no doubt that this was a stupid mistake!

    Zhang Xian's brows really deepened.

    It is not the first time that Hoffenheim goalkeeper Ledomy has done this.

    After entering this season, Ledomi's state is very wrong.

    He was criticized for the two butter hands, and later he had conflicts with the players and the coaching staff and refused to communicate. Now he is adding such a low-level mistake.

    It can be said that Leidomi's performance has made Hoffenheim very dissatisfied.

    Si minus Si.  Perhaps, they really need to find an excellent goalkeeper next season.

    Regarding this issue, the sports director Luna also played. She advocated the use of Japanese goalkeeper Yuta Fukuoka. Zhang Xian did not interfere.

    Now it seems that Luna has been aware of this for a long time, so she recalled Yuta Fukuoka on loan early.

    It would be best if Yuta Fukuoka is competent. If the performance is not satisfactory, Zhang Xian can only go to Mendesson.

    I have to say that Zhang Xian hated greeting Mendesson more and more.

    In the past, the two had no business dealings, so they didn't feel much.

    Mi He Mi.  Now that the interests are at hand, a manager like Mendelson is causing Zhang Xian a headache. This guy is definitely not profitable!

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