"Beep", the referee whistle sounded, and the 2007-2008 European Champions League Group B, Schalke 04 home game against Valencia officially began.

Schalke kicked the ball first.

Levin gently knocked Rakitic back, and Rakitic rushed straight to Qin Tian’s feet without hesitation. Qin Tian had just taken the ball two steps and observed the movements on the field, and saw Baraha rushing towards him like a bull in heat.

"Damn it, I'm not wearing a red jersey, okay?" Qin Tian pulled the ball, turned around one and a half, rubbed his left foot, and the ball flew to Ozil's feet on the right. At the same time, Qin Tian jumped into the air with one foot, avoiding Balaha's fall to the ground and kicked.

The afterglow scanned the shining cold light under the sole of the other person's shoes.

Ozil received the ball and dribbled forward. Facing the defense, Joaquin suddenly exerted force, turned sideways, pulled the ball, retreated, accelerated, changed direction, and accelerated again. He was young, full of vitality, and his movements were flowing.

After shaking Joaquin, Ozil drove forward and ran wildly.

"Don't think about it", guard Miguel seized the opportunity and tackled the ball out of the sideline.

At the beginning of the game, Valencia used fierce defense to tell Schalke that today we are not here to play soy sauce, we must fight for every inch of land! This fierce shoveling became a microcosm of the 15 minutes before the game, and the scene was often overturned.

"I have to say that Valencia does not perform like a Spanish team, but a Serie A team, with dirty and tiring work on their shoulders." Randall was very dissatisfied with the beautiful game that turned into a lawn and reclamation.

If this passage was heard by Valencia's coach Flores, he would definitely be very disdainful. Beautifulness is useless. Can it be exchanged for points? I'm almost laid off, and victory is the bottom line.

The fans of the audience were also quite unwilling to buy it. They spent money to watch the football, not the hand-to-hand combat, shosh him, shosh him hard, what!

On Schalke's coaching seat, Sloane's face looked very solemn. He didn't expect the opponent to be so shameless. He was completely playing defense, and he felt like he was wearing a turtle shell. Didn't it mean that the Spanish team was good at attacking and playing tricks? Is this still a Spanish team? It's so fucking shameless.

Qin Tian received a pass from Rakitic again and looked at Alberda coldly who had been following him for more than 10 minutes. I don’t know why all team defenses like to send a man to follow Qin Tian. I don’t like gay love.

Alberda looked at this player who was much younger than him, and had no good way to defend you when he secretly exposed his eyes. He could only follow you and make you feel uncomfortable with the ball.

Seeing that the other party was about to use the same trick again, Qin Tian stepped on his left foot, turned around, "Thunder strike", slowing down your birdman first. Qin Tian walked over without stopping, seized this opportunity and passed by.

Ernst, who had already had a leg with Qin Tian, ​​understood it and ran forward on the left. Sure enough, he arrived at the ball, and the ball obediently stopped half a meter in front of him, which was enough.

The defensive players who ride bicycles and swing across the wings with fake moves must be said to be astonishingly lethal when Ernst uses his full strength.

"Enster's continuous fake moves, Valencia's Canela is really like a clown." Randall finally cheered up.

Canela was a little angry by Ernst. Do you think it was Denilson or Ronaldo? You can just shook your face in front of me. Canela raised her feet with a fierce look on her face and just shoveled her feet.

At this moment, Ernst turned halfway and pulled the ball back, retreating, barely letting the opponent's shovel, and passed it back to Qin Tian with his right foot.

Qin Tian, ​​who was supporting him, did not raise his head, and made a "tornado" on his left foot, and the ball rotated at high speed and headed straight to the other side of the penalty area.

"Oh, beautiful pass. How did he find this damn empty space? He didn't even raise his head. Valencia panicked, their attention was all on the side being attacked. Hoho, Ozil, the speed was amazing, I caught up with it." Randol swept away the depression just now and was full of energy. "Look at what he did, Ozil..."

At this time, Ozil was using his flexible footwork and shuttled across the other side of the penalty area, as if there was no one. In fact, Ozil was about to wave his hand after he ran into the position, but he didn't expect Qin Tian's ball to come over. Damn, this is tacit understanding.

To be honest, the Valencians' defense is quite successful, and this was confirmed in the first 15 minutes. Valencia is more concerned about Schalke's other players, but he just ignores the newcomer Ozil. No one on the court can be taken seriously, otherwise he will have to pay the price. Don't bully the young man's poor.

Schalke's fans were boiling, "Ozil! Enter one!

Ozil suddenly stopped suddenly and shook Miguel who was rushing in front of him. He pushed his left foot, faced the gap with his right foot, and volleyed vigorously, like an arrow leaving the string!

The ball goes straight to the dead corner.

Goalkeeper Canisales had no response.

The waves arose behind the goal!

"goal……………………” I envy Randall’s abundant lung capacity, and Ao went over the court and exploded.

Valencia fans were silent.

Coach Sloka was very excited. He jumped from the coach's seat without any concern for the brand suit on his body and slid along the grass to near the sideline. The accumulated pressure during this period was exhausted.

Qin Tianzhe rushed to Ozil with a smile, and slapped his head with the celebration and avenged the little revenge of being beaten in the game. This girl is really a revenge.

With Ozil's wonderful goal, Schalke led at home 1:0.

This goal obviously made Valencia's head coach Flores unbearable. He was intoxicated by his defensive strategy. How could he think of a slap in the face, "Idiot, offense, damn, I'm not alive anymore. All of it is for me."

Looking at the crazy push-up gesture of the coach on the sidelines, Valencia finally tore open the turtle shell on her body, blows the charge, and pats her chest to move forward bravely.

"Oh, Joaquin! Is this going to play a flying saucer? The guy's shot was too exaggerated."

"Oh, Silva. Shooting! It's too soft. Valencia's boy should be restrained before the game."

"It's still up to Villa, the third shot, the crossbar, and the crossbar! Is God going to abandon Valencia?"

Listening to Randall keep teasing at Valencia's players, Will was speechless in the set.

Faced with the opponent's bombardment at this stage, Schalke 04 was calm and calm, while Coach Sloka showed a joyful smile on his face, "I just want to wait for you to attack."

In the 37th minute of the first half, Valencia's attack finally made Neuer nervous. Villa's shot angle was very clever. Fortunately, Neuer's position was very accurate and knocked the ball away with a single punch.

Boden intercepted the ball before Fernandez, launched a quick counterattack, and passed it straight to Ernst on the left wing.

Ernst faced Baraha who was snatching crazy, calmly passed it to Rakitic from his crotch.

Rakitic pulled and tweaked his right foot, poked his toes forward, accelerated through, and passed the arc ball near the center line to Ozil.

However, in a hurry, Rakitic's passing power was a bit strong and his speed was a bit fast.

Ozil's speed reached the extreme. He stretched his right leg straight before he could reach the ball, and his whole body looked like a word in the air. He gently pinched the ball in the instep, tapped the ground with his left foot, swept his right foot again, and the ball flew into the penalty area.

Kuranyi used his body to eat Albiol behind him. When he saw the ball flying over, he jumped high, the two braids on his head jumped and flicked the back of his head.

"Kuranyi, beautiful header ferry."

After being pushed like this in the middle of Kulanyi, the ball suddenly changed direction and flew backwards.

Levin, who had been ambushing for a long time, had already reached the back point after the cross-run with Kulanyi. At this moment, he saw the ball flying over, and he was ready to go, just like a hungry lion meeting a fresh prey, showing off his fangs, and pounced towards the ball.

Fish leaps to the top!

"Goal……………………… The goalkeeper's reaction was a beat slower. How did this happen? The Danes Levin, who did a beautiful job. Schalke's frontcourt cooperation was so seamless, a group of selfless people, such a beautiful goal."

After scoring the goal, Levin, Kuranyi and Ozil hugged each other.

"There is a beautiful poster, captain!"

"Thanks to Ozil for his desperate efforts to save the ball."

"Everyone played beautifully, haha."

Other teammates also came up to pat the heads of the three people, especially one named Qin Tian, ​​who was so diligent.

"Qin Tian, ​​you're dead." Kulanyi and others were beaten to the corner of their eyes and stared at the bad guy.

"Landall, this goal fully reflects Schalke's tacit understanding in the frontcourt."

"Yes, I think other teams in the Bundesliga should be careful. Schalke is terrifying."

From saving in the backcourt to launching a counterattack and scoring goals, the idea was very clear, and the players in each link had almost no mistakes and showed good coherence. This is different from Schalke last season and no longer makes people feel worried. Of course, there are still a little fewer games now. From a probability statistics, it cannot be said that Qin Tian's joining was the reason for all this, but it is undeniable that with the increase in the number of games, this tacit understanding will reach a higher level, and Qin Tian's joining became an inevitable factor at that time.

"Yes, Randall. But now I'm starting to worry about Schalke not suffering from Chinese dependence."

"Oh, Will. I have to say, you're thinking too much, this should be a question Mr. Sloka was considering. But Schalke is very exciting today."

"Cheers!" At this moment, the wine glasses on Schalke's streets were surrounded by fans who could not come to watch the football. At this moment, the wine glass was raised, "That's great, Randall, we praise you!"

As the first half was about to end, Schalke's Levin scored another goal, 2:0, leading two goals.
Chapter completed!