The information in 2007 has entered the era of the global big explosion. Whether it is online media or physical media, the mastery and collection of information is already quite terrifying.

Logically speaking, transfer value like Qin Tian should be a hot topic of media publicity wherever it is. But it is strange that in China, there is only the print media "Sports Weekly", which uses a dried tofu-sized section to introduce this information. Since the mainstream domestic media did not introduce Qin Tian in a large scale, some fans did not pay much attention to Qin Tian's joining from the Internet.

Maybe it is another major domestic club and Bundesliga team to help each other in business. Bundesliga teams are developing the Chinese market, Chinese players are gilded with 8 million yen? Everyone thinks so. Of course, Qin Tian doesn’t know these things, and even if he knows, it doesn’t matter. He has his own way to go. The domestic football environment has no intersection with him at present.

At 5 pm, after another nutritious dinner that was hard to swallow, Schalke 04's blue bus slowly drove into the Aoyou Schalke Stadium. Outside the window, there was a blue ocean all the way, and the fans held the players' avatars high, of course, a very small number of people held Qin Tian's No. 27, which made this introverted young man very depressed. It seems that the revolution has not been successful yet, and comrades still need to work hard.

One day, this blue color will be crazy for me!－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－

Entering the locker room, the experienced Qin Tian changed his clothes very quickly without waiting for the assistant coach to greet him. He packed his own cabinet No. 27, and Qin Tian liked his tidy and refreshing territory very much. He carefully put on the wrist guards given by Caroline, the finger guards given by Jessica, and the peace talisman that Cui Cheberg gave him was said to be the peace talisman that was sought in Chinatown. Qin Tian sighed deeply, and he could not miss one. I won’t talk about the other two women. Although there has not been any substantial development with Caroline, it is hard to resist once this little pepper goes crazy.

At this time, Qin Tian noticed that Kobe Yashvili had never sat in the seat under his wardrobe after entering the locker room and kept walking around. Kulanyi next to him seemed to see Qin Tian's doubts, "Qin Tian, ​​Kobe made consecutive mistakes on the court, so he felt that the position on the court was not very good. Haha, this is very normal among the players."

Qin Tian suddenly realized and thought of many player quirks introduced in tabloids, and even some coaches had similar quirks.

Although football, although using "foot" to play the ball, you will be punished by touching the ball with your hands, your hands are already long, so you have to do something, so some quirks were born. Italian striker Piero likes to "scratch" on his chest in front of the turf and after singing the national anthem. Brazilian star Cafu likes to touch his nose, especially in the extremely fierce World Cup field, the frequency of touching his nose is astonishing; while another handsome Italian guy, Toti, will subconsciously touch his butt after his hand touches other parts of his body.

After his hands are superstitious, it is the turn of what he wears on his feet to be superstitious. Beckham must serve new shoes in every game, otherwise Beckham will refuse to play. Compared to Beckham's quirks, Rikelme is even more difficult to serve. He will even change shoes during the game. As long as he is not smooth and unhappy, he will immediately rush to the sidelines to change shoes.

After the superstition of the foot equipment is over, the behavior and movements of the foot are even more fascinated. Raul of Spain has a special problem of stepping on his right foot first. If he accidentally enters the court with his left foot, he will be embarrassed and return to the player channel and walk again.

The atmosphere before the game was tense and emotionally excited, some players needed to relieve their thrills, so listening to music was an indispensable element. For example, when Japanese Hideho Nakada was on the bus, he had to tightly plug his ears. He felt that the Walkman could take away his impetuousness and perform well on the court. Chelsea's special routine would never change to listen to the same CD on the road to the game, which would bring him luck.

Qin Tian fully understood Kobe's behavior. What was his fault? "Hi, Kobe, you will be lucky in this game."

"Haha, thank you, Chinese boy." The veteran's heart was as if he was 10 years younger than that, and he looked at Qin Tian with a very pleasant look.

Qin Tian stood in the player channel, and nearly 40,000 fans had poured into the stadium. Wherever his eyes went, it was blue, as if he was in a blue ocean, his heartbeat accelerated. Qin Tian pressed his right hand to the top of his heart, feeling the passionate beating.

"Hey, you're the 8 million Chinese monkey, just this one, haha, Schalke's chairman is so fucking generous. Tinga, there are 8 million like this, I'm not worth 16 million, haha," a very unfriendly voice came from the Dortmund team next to him.

"Yes, Schalke is just stupid and has a lot of money. The last one is 7 million, and this one is 8 million. Damn, it's really a concentration camp for young birds and wastes." The answer was a braided head, the same black and strong.

Schalke's team members could no longer help, but when they saw that Kulanyi and Qin Tian were being said, they could not do anything casually. No one was a fool. The other party's intentional provocation was to make him lose control of his emotions.

"Can the gorilla participate in the competition?" Qin Tian, ​​no matter who you are, when he arrives at the football field, he is like a super Saya transformed.

"Damn it, yellow monkey, are you looking for a fight? Who is the orangutan?" The one who spoke in front wanted to rush over, but was pulled by his teammates. Schalke's Kulanyi had already stood beside Qin Tian. Seeing the captain standing over, the other players were not idle, and a group of people with excessive adrenaline secretion.

At this time, the referee coughed twice, "I'm here."

All the players seemed to be idle, but they rushed out one by one, betraying their mood at the moment.

"Yellow-skinned monkey, I will teach you how to be a human being in the venue later." This No. 17 is not over yet.

"Silly Bird." Qin Tian threw down a sentence and ran to the center of the stadium without looking back.

At this time, the home commentator was cheering loudly on the players' names. As the names were reported one by one, the sound wave reached its peak when it arrived at Kulanyi, which made Qin Tian very envious, but this was the result of Kulanyi's own efforts.

In contrast, Dortmund players entered the stadium with huge boos.

After checking the nets and the balls on both sides, the referee had some communication with the lineman and sounded the second round of the Bundesliga 2007-08 season Blue Schalke vs. Dortmund.

Dortmund took the lead and Valdes passed the ball back to Tinga. Tinga started quickly and ran along the side. Facing Pandel's defense, he gently hit his left foot and accelerated again, easily surpassing Pandel. It has to be said that South American football players have indeed outstanding physical fitness and skillful footwork.

Tinga, who shook past the defensive player, led 10 meters and suddenly cut inward and made a half-high pass. Her teammate Peterridge in the middle was very accurate in grabbing the spot and headed the ball.

Goalkeeper Neuer pounced on the food and hugged the ball tightly in his arms. Neuer on the field was completely different from the one off the field. He seemed passionate at this time, and loudly explained to his teammates the inadequate defense just now. Qin Tian complained in a while, and he was also a sulky person.

Neuer threw the ball and launched an attack. Boden scored the side. Rafinia looked up and looked for someone, and passed the ball across to Barrera on the other side.

Barrera pulled the ball horizontally with her feet. Facing the defense, she wanted to go two to one with veteran Kobe. I don’t know if Kobe had not walked out of the shadow of the last game, or if she had not eaten dinner, the ball actually kicked the ball.

Without any suspense, the ball was intercepted by the opponent Federico and quickly launched a counterattack.

Dortmund's counterattack was quite fast, with a simple pass from three feet, and the ball had already reached Valdes' feet at the front of Schalke's penalty area.

Valdes controlled the ball while paying attention to his teammate's running position. When Boden was on the snatch, he suddenly passed the heel and turned around 180 degrees. Kovac, who was inserted behind the back, pushed the ball slightly from the inside of his right foot. The ball slipped past Boden. Boden, who had reacted a little slower, passed by the ball.

Valdes, who had just turned around, had already activated the acceleration. The full-back Pandel, who had no choice, knocked Valdes down in the penalty area with his hands.

Penalty!

"Oh my God, not long after the game started, Dortmund won a penalty. God, what is Pandel thinking?" commentator Menderick slapped his forehead and didn't understand Pandel's choice. After all, Neuer was behind him.

Valdes took the penalty and Neuer guessed the direction, but the opponent's corner kick angle was very tricky.

0:1, Schalke 04 fell one goal behind at home.

"Woo, I didn't expect the goal in this game to come so quickly. Let's cheer up, miners!" Menderick knocked the mineral water bottle heavily on the commentary table, angering at him for not fighting, and angering at him for not fighting.

Aoyou went to Schalke and booed everywhere. What's the situation? The fans hadn't played much yet, and the opponent stabbed him at his home court. Is this still the Schalke? Is this still our Schalke? The booed even louder.

Valdes, who scored the goal, hugged his teammates tightly. Tinga and Dede made a throat-pumping move at Schalke's players. Judging from the lip shape on their mouth, it was no good thing.

Sloanka's expression on the side of the court has not changed much. As for what he is thinking, he doesn't know. It is probably something he hasn't expected in advance to concede the goal so quickly.

Qin Tian, ​​in the midfield, looked at the postures of the two Brazilian clowns and felt no anger. After all, the game started, right? Although he was behind just now, it was a bit unsuitable for the pre-match tactics. It doesn't matter, just catch the ball back.

However, what Qin Tian did not expect was that this concealment made the team's thoughts a little disunited. It was reflected in the scene that some people wanted to defend and some wanted to attack. The opponent Dortmund seemed to want to take advantage of the hot iron, and even Amedic, who was far behind, made a long pass and shot from 40 meters away.
Chapter completed!