vncnus Chapter 113 Mr. Goodman's Criticism by Name, Europa League Group Stage Draw Begins!
Chapter 113 Mr. Goodman's Criticism by Name, Europa League Group Stage Draw Begins!
Chapter 113 Mr. Goodman's Criticism by Name, Europa League Group Stage Draw Begins!
Werner!!!
Werner's shot hit goalkeeper Fährmann's hand.
Fellman seemed caught off guard and actually let go of the object.
"what!"
Fellman was startled, but fortunately Matip came to his rescue in time.
"Beep!"
Leipzig's corner kick!
"Pay attention!"
Matip yelled at Fairman, "We almost got tied!"
"Mine! Mine!"
Fellman gripped his gloves, looking tense.
Schalke are currently leading by one goal.
But this one-goal lead is not enough to make them let their guard down!
Leipzig!
"Go Leipzig!"
"Joshua, aim carefully, find Goodman! He'll save us!"
Fans at the bottom of the stands were offering advice to Kimmich, and the Leipzig midfielder smiled and gave a thumbs up.
Wow!!!
The referee blew his whistle, and Kimmich passed the ball to Werner next to him.
This is a tactical corner kick!
Gus ran alongside Werner, trying to close in on him.
But Werner's movement was truly inspired; with Kimmich's help, he successfully evaded the defenders.
Werner took a shot when he was less than 10 meters from the penalty area.
Snapped!
"Oh!"
Werner's 45-degree cross passed in front of Neustadt and finally reached the far post.
At the same time, Hao Ren broke through the resistance at the back post, despite Matip's interference.
"ah!!"
Hao Ren bent over, and then his entire upper body leaned forward.
boom!
The ball slammed onto the grass, bounced, and went into the goal.
"Goal!"
"My goodness! Leipzig's corner kick combination was absolutely perfect!"
"Hao Ren scores his second goal!"
"2-2! Leipzig has equalized!"
Hao Ren lay on the grass, watching his header score up close, and immediately shouted out.
However, before Leipzig's number 10 could get up from the grass, countless teammates rushed up in the penalty area and pushed Hao Ren, who had just sat up, back onto the grass.
"Goodman!!!"
"Beautiful!"
"It's a draw! It's a draw!"
As Paulsen spat on his face, Hao Ren cursed "Damn it" in the struggle.
But at this point, his teammates had gone completely mad, ignoring everything Hao Ren was saying.
Paulsen continued spitting, while Orban took a bite out of Hao Ren's hair.
[666, this works?]
【Why is it Hao Ren again? He stepped up last season, and he's going to step up again this season, right?】
[No, Schalke was showing off for ages, but the score is 2-2. So, where was the home team's show?]
[Show off your ass! Trying to show off in front of my Grandpa Cow will get you kicked flying!]
Hahaha, well done!
Leipzig players celebrated in the penalty area, which made Schalke feel mocked.
But there's not much we can do.
The home team's corner kick defense was indeed inadequate.
They were leading for a full 40 minutes, but just minutes ago they were all wiped out!
Hao Ren slowly walked off the field, and soon three photographers carrying cameras followed him.
A top-tier league is a top-tier league!
There should be enough cameras outside the venue!
The photographer followed Hao Ren, who stopped below the podium and pointed to his eyeballs at the camera.
"Wow!!!!"
"Goodman!"
"Good job, Goodman!"
"A draw! A draw against Schalke!"
The game continues.
The home team coach finally panicked at this point.
However, the timing of Hao Ren's goal was very clever.
79 minutes 26 seconds.
This is precisely when the pace of the game begins to slow down.
The Bundesliga is not the Premier League. After 80 minutes, the players are basically exhausted, and the coaches don't like to put the attacking tasks after 80 minutes.
The situation has changed, and Schalke can only make temporary adjustments to see if they can regain their lead.
If they draw with Leipzig, they will only get 1 point!
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"Leipzig is very smart; they simply gave up on attacking and didn't give you any chance to score."
"If they can hold on in the last 10 minutes, they can snatch this valuable point from Schalke 04!"
"Kimmich, beautiful! Pass the ball to Hao Ren."
"Hao Ren kicked the ball directly out of bounds!"
"6
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"Beep, beep beep—!!!"
"Wow!!!!
As the final whistle blew, Leipzig fans erupted in cheers.
Schalke failed to score in the final moments!
Wow!
Kimmich raised his fists high in celebration as he walked toward Hao Ren.
"Huff, huff, cough cough!"
Hao Ren was panting heavily when he saw Kimmich approaching and immediately complained, "The referee blew the whistle too early. If he had waited a few more minutes, I think we could have scored another one. Can't you feel it? Those defenders on the other side are already exhausted."
Come on!
Kimmich shrugged: "Stop pretending to be angry, I know you're happy right now!"
He scored twice to force a draw against his opponent and also scored his first Bundesliga goal in today's match.
If Mr. Goodman is still unhappy at this point, then he must be faking it!
"okok!"
Hao Ren waved his hand: "It's alright, I guess!"
Current progress: Points (1/8) / Assists (0/3)
During the exit process, Hao Ren took a moment to check the current task panel.
From a mission perspective, this match was certainly not perfect.
But it doesn't matter anymore.
Considering that the opponent is the powerful Schalke 04, and Mr. Goodman scored two goals in this game, the task can actually be put aside for now!
"That was a good kick!"
Paulsen ran up from behind and put his arm around Hao Ren's shoulder.
"That's for sure, someone with a clear mind is definitely better than someone who's drunk."
"Depend on!"
Paulsen stood there complaining, watching Hao Ren, who was laughing and joking, slowly walk away.
比赛战报：郝仁梅开二度力争不败，莱比锡客场2：2战平沙尔克04。2轮结束后郝仁联赛数据达2球2助。
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Popular online forums are buzzing: Is this a huge upset? Pre-match statistics show that only 14% of fans believed Leipzig could get points against Schalke.
This isn't the first time Leipzig has beaten a top Bundesliga team, but these German fans just don't learn their lesson and always hold onto the stereotype of a "second division team" when looking at this emerging dark horse.
Seemingly feeling somewhat embarrassed by being pressured by the newly promoted team, the home team's coach, Brettenreiter, stated in an interview that the referee gave too little stoppage time, which indirectly affected the outcome of the match.
"————"
Inside the Leipzig locker room, Rangnick's expression wasn't good as he watched Brettenreiter talking animatedly on the screen.
"This guy—he seems to have no idea what manners are."
"He's really good at yelling! After it was 2-2, their forwards lost all desire to attack!"
"This is what Poulsen commented."
Rangnick nodded slowly in response.
Then, turning his head, his gaze involuntarily landed on Hao Ren.
The Leipzig number 10, who scored twice, was sitting in his seat scrolling through his phone, occasionally chuckling to himself.
"Good, can I help you apply for an interview?"
"Hmm, why?"
Hao Ren hesitated for a moment, but without waiting for Rangnick's explanation, he readily agreed.
"He's just talking nonsense. Can adding two more minutes of stoppage time really change the outcome of the game? How could that be? Mr. Goodman doesn't believe it."
Hao Ren shook his head in front of the reporter: "And to be honest, when the referee blew the whistle, we still had possession of the ball. If you really want to say that, we should be the ones with the chance to score."
"To be honest, we went a little too easy on them in this match."
"Considering they finished in the top ten of the Bundesliga last season, we were very careful in our preparations. You know, we were worried about conceding a lot of goals, but when the game started, we found out that Schalke wasn't as strong as we thought. In fact, well—I think we were even stronger."
Click!
Hao Ren shrugged: "If we had a clear understanding of our opponent's strength from the beginning, today's game would not have been as simple as a 2-2 draw. Mr. Goodman would have completed a hat trick today."
Click, click, click!
Click, click, click!
"It's not just here, Schalke's starting lineup is also problematic. The starting lineup he's using makes me feel like he's not a professional coach, he's just there to make a living. And even if he is, he's not exactly making a living."
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Forwarded: Schalke's coach complained after the match that the stoppage time was too short, and was subsequently criticized by Hao Ren for 14 minutes.
[“His statements, tactics, substitutions, starting lineup, even his hairstyle have major problems.” Holy crap, is this the attacking prowess of my Mr. Goodman?]
Haha, so you're giving the opposing coach a taste of your own medicine, huh?
[Brettner got a little too hasty this time. He should have found out what his opponent was up to first. I'm not kidding.]
[Schalke's coach is just so-so. Right now, only Erend can rival me, Mr. Goodman. Erend, update quickly!]
[Stop updating. Erlend is a clown now; not a single score prediction is correct. He's been analyzing for half a month, and Leipzig hasn't lost a single competitive match.]
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After the match, the players boarded the bus for their return journey.
The return journey will take about two hours. As soon as he boarded the bus, Hao Ren reclined his seat: "Mr. Goodman doesn't like away games; the journey is too tiring."
"Ha ha!"
Poulsen stopped next to Hao Ren: "Isn't playing away games a convenient way for you to argue with the fans?"
"Was it me who wanted to yell at them? They kept shouting like they were so great."
Kimmich pushed Poulsen away and reclaimed his position. "You know, Goode, during that corner kick in the second half, the fans in the stands asked me to pass the ball to you."
Hao Ren lay back in his chair, holding the back of his head with both hands. "It was my header goal, right? Was it our fans or the opposing fans who were shouting?"
"Our fans."
"That's fine, they're right."
Hao Ren agreed with the Leipzig fans' perspective: "Although you didn't pass it directly to me, I was the one who scored in the end. They're absolutely right; if you had passed it directly to me, it most likely would have gone in."
"No wonder they're Leipzig fans, their eyes are sharp!"
"Damn, you even specifically asked which side's fans they were on. What if they were on the opposing team? If they were on the opposing team, you'd say something different, right? Goode, I know you too well!"
Kimmich raised an eyebrow at Hao Ren, and although the latter did not admit it, everyone knew it was true.
Hao Ren held his phone in one hand and quickly scrolled through it: "Next week is the Europa League draw, and this is my first time playing in European competition. To be honest, I'm kind of looking forward to it."
"Who hasn't done it for the first time?"
After Poulsen finished answering, Werner, who was sitting some distance away, echoed his words.
"This is everyone's first time!"
"Actually, I wasn't initially prepared to come to Leipzig, but since they said there was a Europa League match to play in, I agreed."
Werner told the team a secret.
Leipzig initially promised Werner a weekly wage of €35,000, but Werner also received a four-year contract from a Bundesliga team.
A contract with a weekly salary of 10,000 euros.
Werner originally wanted to choose a weekly wage of 4 euros, which meant he missed out on joining Leipzig.
As a result, in the German Cup final on May 30, Leipzig crushed Dortmund in Westphalia and thus secured a place in this season's Europa League!
"Oh!"
Hao Ren suddenly sat up. "So Timo, your coming to Leipzig has a lot to do with me. Mr. Goodman dominated the German Cup final."
"It's not just your problem, I'm doing a great job too!"
Paulsen pushed Hao Ren down.
"I'm not going to argue with you guys anymore. I'm going to check the Europa League draw results first."
"Damn, there's something I've never understood: why are we in Pot 4 without any UEFA coefficient points? We're the German Cup champions!"
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As they chatted, the players naturally shifted their topic to the Europa League.
"Tottenham Hotspur and Athletic Bilbao — well, they're both very strong teams."
Hao Ren wanted to ask Rangnick about their preparations for this season's Europa League.
However, considering the team's heavy responsibility of avoiding relegation in the league, I didn't ask in the end.
Height: 1.80 meters
[Weight: 80kg]
With an optimized diet and professional strength training, Hao Ren gained weight to 80kg in just two weeks.
A 2kg increase is not bad, but as the person who gained the weight, Hao Ren could not feel the changes that the 2kg brought him.
Is this enough?
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Hao Ren asked Coach Edwards.
Well, that's how it is right now, because your body is still developing, so we can't push you to get too high a weight.
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Edwards looked Hao Ren up and down: "From what I've observed of the competition, 80kg should be more than enough for you right now."
"Hiss—but sometimes I still feel like I'm not getting the hang of it when I'm fighting against it."
Edwards was speechless: "Is it possible that you're only 17 years old and your body hasn't fully developed yet?"
Hao Ren sighed.
Also.
You must never have the idea of forcing seedlings to grow faster than they should.
Professional football players typically reach their peak between the ages of 25 and 28. Mr. Goodman has a long time before his peak, and he must not jeopardize his future for the sake of temporary strength!
"Goodman!"
Werner's voice came from afar: "The draw is coming up, and we're betting on our group opponents. Do you want to join?"
"They're here!"
"etc!"
Edwards called out to Hao Ren.
"What's wrong?"
"Bet 50 euros for me."
"Okay, but you still haven't told me who you're going to buy?"
Edwards clenched his right fist and punched Hao Ren in the chest: "With you, Mr. Goodman."
"Wow, no problem."
Pinned: The draw results for the 2015-16 UEFA Europa League group stage are out, and RB Leipzig officially begins its third battle.
Group C: Napoli, Villarreal, Celtic, RB Leipzig.
P.S.: Still available today.