vncnus Chapter 88 Advancing to the German Cup Semi-Finals!
Chapter 88 Advancing to the German Cup Semi-Finals!
Chapter 88 Advancing to the German Cup Semi-Finals!
"Leipzig!"
Boom!
"Leipzig!"
Bang bang bang!
"Unstoppable! (Leipzig is unstoppable!)"
With the score at 3-2, and the opponent's key midfielder unfortunately leaving the field, the atmosphere in the home team's stands reached its peak.
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"We can see Hecking pacing on the sidelines. The away team's coach is very anxious right now!"
"Yes, Leipzig has found a key player in De Bruyne, preventing Wolfsburg from unleashing their full attacking potential. Although De Bruyne has been substituted, the away team's situation on the field remains precarious."
"
"—Hmm. It seems that the score prediction made by a certain Bild reporter was completely wrong."
"Hahaha!"
A Sky Sports commentator made a veiled criticism of Allen.
The journalist who predicted Leipzig's 1-4 defeat to Wolfsburg must be secretly wiping away tears now, right?
Snapped!
Gustavo passes the ball to Dost, who makes a run forward to receive it.
This Wolfsburg striker really wanted to catch up, but Mr. Goodman had his eye on him!
Hao Ren placed one hand on Doster's shoulder, and the next second he made a precise steal.
Wow!!!
Good man!
"
Boom!
Good man!
'
Bang bang bang!
Hao Ren and his nearby teammates clapped in turn, standing still and panting heavily.
"Good, is it still possible?"
Kimmich placed his hand on Hao Ren's back, looking somewhat worried.
Hao Ren quickly stood up straight: "Cough, kick it however you like."
"Hiss—you're really something."
Kimmich had nothing to say, patted Hao Ren on the shoulder, and focused his attention on defense.
Time passed by, second by second.
"Wolves take a corner kick!"
"First point, Goodman!"
boom!
Hao Ren headed the ball out of the penalty area.
Kaiser, who came on as a substitute, reacted quickly and immediately controlled the ball.
The stoppage time has ended. Now all we need to do is wait for a dead ball, and the referee will declare the game over.
The camera panned to the East Stand, where Lucas and Otto, with the help of the surrounding Leipzig fans, held up the signs they had prepared.
[2nd Bundesliga > 1st Bundesliga]
"Beep, whoosh—!!!"
The match is over!
"Wow!!!!"
Upon hearing the whistle, Kimmich kicked the ball into the stands: "Wow! Haha!"
Paulsen's eyes widened at first, then he covered his face with his hands, muttering, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
"Fuck!!!"
[Awesome, awesome, how could they even win?]
[Dude, how come even the second-place team in the Bundesliga has fallen? — What happened to the top league?]
[Hao Qiuwang!!!]
"call----"
Letting out a long breath, Hao Ren put his arm around Kimmich's shoulder: "How's it going, Chicken Bro?"
"Haha! Goodman!"
Kimmich and Sebastian grabbed Hao Ren and, with the help of their teammates, laid him down on the grass.
"Holy crap!"
Hao Ren lay on the ground, struggling like a maggot, "Stop this! Give Mr. Goodman some face! Damn it, let go of Mr. Goodman!"
"Ha ha!"
His teammates acted as if they hadn't heard him, and together they lifted Hao Ren off the ground and began to tossing him into the air.
"Holy crap!"
Hao Ren was a little frightened and wanted to run away, but unfortunately, he had already taken to the sky.
Good man!
Good man!
'
Mr. Goodman!
'
"Wow!!!!"
[German Cup Quarter-Finals]
RB Leipzig
【victory】
Hao Ren clapped as he walked across the grass, while also organizing the system messages.
With one goal and one assist in the game, Hao Ren has earned 17 points today, bringing his total points to 117!
It takes 200 LP to advance from Silver to Gold, which means Hao Ren is now only 83 LP away from Gold!
Hao Ren clenched his fist secretly, vowing to break through to the Gold rank before the end of this season.
As a result, Hao Ren bumped into De Bruyne, who was standing on the sidelines.
"Oh my god! Sorry, sorry!"
Hao Ren and De Bruyne shake hands.
I was about to leave when I looked up and saw the Wolfsburg midfielder with red eyes.
this----
Hao Ren raised an eyebrow, a feeling of indescribable guilt rising in his heart.
"Brother, there's no need for this. Actually, it's not your fault. It's mainly because Mr. Goodman is too formidable—"
He started bragging without thinking, but realizing something was wrong, Hao Ren quickly raised his hands: "Wait, Kevin, there's really no need for that. It's mainly because our tactics limited you. It's not that you're weak, it's just that you were targeted and couldn't perform to your full potential."
'
"Comeon!"
Hao Ren patted De Bruyne on the back.
He wasn't sure if his words of comfort were appropriate, but the good news was that De Bruyne seemed moved by them.
"----Thanks."
"Wow, you're welcome."
Hao Ren waved his hand: "Kevin, you don't need to be so nervous. I feel like you're not very good at talking to people, but—well, you're definitely pretty good at it."
After saying that, Hao Ren raised his hand and patted the Bundesliga assist leader on the head. "I can see your potential. Maybe one day you can catch up with Mr. Goodman."
"No, Goode, are you sure your words of comfort will work?"
On the way back to the locker room, Kimmich and Hao Ren talked about comforting De Bruyne.
"Of course, he already thanked me."
Kimmich shrugged. "What did that last sentence mean? What did it mean that maybe one day I could catch up with Mr. Goodman? Seriously, that's sarcasm! I can feel the aggression even from the sidelines!"
"No, um—"
-
After careful consideration, Hao Ren felt that Kimmich's words made some sense.
"That's a bit off, but Brother Chicken, you saw me about to bump into him, why didn't you help me? I didn't even need to talk to him."
"Hey, Goode, what do you mean I didn't lend you a hand? I was waving to the fans, how was I supposed to notice you?"
.
"And how do I know you didn't intentionally hit him?"
"Intentionally? Fuck! Is that the kind of person you think Mr. Goodman is?"
"Ha ha!"
Hao Ren and Kimmich pushed and shoved each other, finally squeezing their way into the locker room.
"The MVP has arrived!"
Dem noticed Hao Ren and immediately gave up the center position.
"Wow!!"
"Mr. Goodman!"
"What MVP?"
Hao Ren widened his eyes, feigning great surprise.
He turned to Kimmich beside him: "Brother Chicken, what MVP? Do you even know who the MVP is?"
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Kimmich rolled his eyes at Hao Ren, then shoved the latter into the celebrating crowd: "What do you think!"
Dongqiudi Match Report: RB Leipzig pulls off a stunning 3-2 upset against Wolfsburg, advancing to the German Cup semi-finals for the first time in their history. Hao Ren 1
He scored one goal and provided one assist, and was named MVP.
Hot topic: A reporter captured Hao Ren comforting De Bruyne after the match, his expression serious as he patted De Bruyne's head.
De Bruyne was quite lucky; although he lost the game, he received praise from Hao Ren.
Mr. Goodman has praised few people, and De Bruyne's receipt of this honor is sufficient proof of his outstanding talent.
"Of course, I highly regard Kevin; he is an excellent attacking midfielder. I felt some pressure when I played against him today."
As the MVP, Hao Ren naturally accepted the post-game interview from reporters.
"But from our perspective, De Bruyne seems to be severely restricted by you?"
The reporter glanced down at his phone: "De Bruyne played 65 minutes in this match, but only touched the ball 18 times, which is very rare for a midfielder."
"Yes, that's true, but he's only been restricted; his strength isn't weak."
Hao Ren explained, "Our tactics require us to shut down the opponent's attacking midfielder, so I have to do that. If I had to say, Kevin was a victim of today's game, there's nothing I can do about it."
"As the winner of today's match, could you comment on De Bruyne?"
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Hao Ren lowered his head and thought carefully for a while: "I think he's quite talented. Hmm, Mr. Goodman believes he has the potential to become a superstar."
Click, click, click!
Hao Ren's words were astonishing, causing the reporters in the audience to look up in amazement.
After Hao Ren left, the reporter interviewed De Bruyne and told the Belgian everything he had learned from the previous interview.
"Mr. Goodman said you have the potential to become a superstar. What do you think about that?"
De Bruyne didn't speak immediately; he seemed unable to fully recover from the defeat.
"—Before the match, I didn't know why you addressed Goodman as 'Mr.' But after this match, I think I understand."
De Bruyne looked guilty, and it was clear that he was truly remorseful.
"He's a really good person —"
De Bruyne recalled being comforted by Hao Ren, but he did not mention it in the interview.
"I am inferior to Mr. Goodman in many ways, which led to our defeat today. I want to apologize to my fans for that."
The Leipzig Times' front-page headline reads: "The 2. Bundesliga assist king completely dominates the Bundesliga assist king; Goodman's perfect performance helps Leipzig advance to the semi-finals."
De Bruyne interview: After playing against him, I finally understand why Goodman is called "Mr."; I am inferior to Mr. Goodman in many ways.
【Hahahahaha】
[This is hilarious! Did the Bundesliga's top assist provider and the 2. Bundesliga's top assist provider really say that?]
[De Bruyne seems a bit shy. He really needs to learn from my friend Hao Hao and study the art of public speaking.]
【Seriously, what are you haters yelling about? Even my grandpa (referring to a popular Chinese internet personality) says De Bruyne has talent, what are you still questioning?】
Indeed, if I were De Bruyne, I could brag about Hao's praise for a year. Do you even know the significance of a football king's touch?
Some time has passed since the match ended, but fans at the Red Bull Arena are still chanting RB Leipzig's name.
For both home fans and neutral fans, today's match was truly a treat to watch.
I bought a ticket priced at the level of a second-division Bundesliga match, but I ended up watching a game where they overturned the deficit to beat the second-placed team in the Bundesliga!
but!
As the team that suffered a defeat, the Wolfsburg coach is under immense pressure.
Facing dozens of reporters in the audience, Black Gold wished he could turn back time to three hours earlier.
If he could go back to three hours earlier and be interviewed again, he certainly wouldn't have made those outrageous remarks before the match.
"Sir, before the match you emphasized the gap between the two teams and said that even if Goodman lost the game, it wouldn't affect your assessment of him —"
"puff!"
The reporter wearing glasses asked a question without any apparent reason, but two of his colleagues next to him burst out laughing, making the atmosphere a little awkward.
"Coach, you believe Goodman has the ability to establish himself at Wolfsburg, but you didn't seem to be able to beat him today?"
"Is there still a need for him to transfer to Wolfsburg?"
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"I know what you mean, you want to laugh at me. Yes, I lost this match."
Black gold cheeks had a noticeable red tinge.
"However, I also want to say something."
"My judgment is sound."
'
The press conference room was completely silent.
this----
Black Gold's words completely baffled the reporters in the audience, rendering all the prepared statements from the previous minutes useless.
Kicker's front-page headline: 2nd Bundesliga newcomers upset Bundesliga runners-up! In the German Cup quarter-finals, Wolfsburg suffers a shock defeat to RB Leipzig.
Sport1: RB Leipzig's top assist provider completely outclasses the Bundesliga's top assist provider, thrashing Wolfsburg.
I don't even need to look to know that tonight's news will all be related to this game.
It's not a common occurrence for a team from the 2nd Bundesliga to beat a team from the Bundesliga, but Leipzig was a newly promoted team from the 2nd Bundesliga, and Wolfsburg was still the second-placed team in the Bundesliga.
The combination of various buffs made this match historically significant.
[GoodMan137HR: @Ellen DeGeneresBild, where are you?]
[Erend Bild: Here I am, bro]
"Erend Talks Football 8 - Leipzig Advances to the Semi-Finals? Why Are Luck and Coincidence Always Praised?"
"I made my prediction for today's match two weeks ago. I thought Wolfsburg would beat Leipzig 4-1 and that Gudmann would cry after losing the game."
"It now appears that my prediction was wrong. But—"
At this point, Allen paused for a moment: "It's just that the result was wrong. If you really understand football, you'll find that my prediction itself wasn't wrong."
Erend's words puzzled tens of thousands of live viewers on YouTube.
The prediction itself is not wrong, so why is that?
「我先前认为狼堡会4：1击败莱比锡，这是因为我的预测是根据双方实力给出的。4：1，狼堡4：1莱比锡，这就是双方实力的对比。」
Erende showed the camera his prepared PowerPoint presentation, using various data to demonstrate Wolfsburg's advantage over Leipzig.
"However, I didn't realize that both teams have very unique tactics, and that their clash would create a strong chemical reaction."
"De Bruyne was heavily marked, so the final score was 3-2. Leipzig won by a narrow margin thanks to this luck."
The host next to him kept nodding, but after hearing this, he couldn't help but frown.
"Luck? But Goodman perfectly limited Kevin. His stats were better than Kevin's in every aspect."
"Yes, the data is good, but that's a chemical reaction."
Erend shrugged: "Sometimes a player's individual statistics are lagging behind, and it's not necessarily the player's fault. We all know that De Bruyne is the Bundesliga's assist leader, while Goodman is only the 2. Bundesliga's assist leader."
"The Bundesliga assist leader is greater than the Bundesliga 2 assist leader; this is a fact that everyone knows."
After saying this, Erend placed his hands on the table, interlaced his fingers, and smiled at the camera: "So please, everyone, don't be influenced by online opinions. I dare say, Leipzig can't move forward anymore, not even one step!"
Click!
After watching the entire video he recorded on YouTube, Erend felt incredibly satisfied, rubbing a small white piece of paper back and forth between a few fingers of his right hand.
[0ddset Lottery Official]
RB Leipzig to win @ 3.85 odds, total bet: €30,000
[MVP: HaoRen (RBL) @ 16.5x, Amount: €10,000]
Total face value: €40,000
Winners must claim their prizes by April 7, 2018; prizes not claimed by this date will be forfeited.
Erend twisted his waist, causing the chair beneath him to spin.
After shaking for a while, Erend finally stopped and slowly exhaled.
"call----"
"Mr. Goodman, where exactly are your limits?!"
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