There are not only the three of them in the passage, but there are Bremer and Sfordza in Weber, Schul, and Kaiserslautern in Frankfurt.

All four of them suddenly stood behind and watched the scene steadily.

But no one came up to persuade the fight.

The fight was over, what should I persuade? Lishe was still lying on the ground wailing, and it seemed that he couldn't get up for a while. This was a duel between men, which happened frequently in the locker room and player passage, which was normal.

No one sympathizes with the weak.

Bremer glanced at Lishe on the ground, shook his head, and walked over to Sford. He didn't like people like Lishe, who were unrestrained, always offensive, and had serious racial discrimination.

When passing by Barack and Zheng Zhi, Sforza spoke.

"It's almost done,"

"The winner has been decided, there is no need to make a big deal."

After the two of them left, Shure and Weber immediately walked over.

"Zheng,"

"Get out of here quickly."

"Luckily the referee has left, otherwise it would be a headache."

If the referee is here, he will beat him up. As long as this guy dares to say what he said just now, he will be beaten once and once, and it doesn't matter whether the referee is present. Zheng Zhi shook his head, left his phone number with Barak, and then went back to his own locker room.

The poor Lishe finally dragged his body against the wall, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes became a little fierce.

Today he met a real tough character. Although Barack was ruthless, he did not take action, but the Chinese man punched him without saying a word.

His trembling hands picked up two teeth on the ground...

Complex mood!

Today I've suffered...

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In the locker room, Webber and the others did not mention Zheng Zhi's fight with everyone, and there was no movement in Kaiserslautern. It was okay to chat here in Frankfurt, but the other side who was beaten was embarrassed and embarrassed.

After Emantrout excitedly summed up the game, he specially called Zheng Zhi's name and asked him to attend the post-match press conference together. After Zheng Zhi had a tetanus injection, he also removed the gauze on his head and never did Indian San again. After taking a shower and changing clothes, he attended the press conference with Emantrout.

But as soon as they entered the news mixing area, Zheng Zhi was surrounded by reporters from all walks of life. Today he is obviously one of the most dazzling stars on the court.

Emmantrout looked helpless.

"Zheng,"

"You'd better be interviewed here! I'll go to the press conference alone."

Without the reporter paying attention to him, everyone was coming for Zheng Zhi.

There are obviously a lot more reporters today than usual, and most reporters Zheng Zhi don’t know each other, but he still knows several, such as Ebert from "Kickers".

He was interviewed by Ebert.

"Zheng, congratulations on completing another wonderful game and completing the first two goals in the Bundesliga. Tell me how you feel at this time?"

"very good."

Very good? What is the answer?

"Can you be more specific?"

“Very good.”

"..." Ebert rolled his eyes, "You are even more German than German!"

"The two goals today were pretty beautiful, one was long shot and the other was direct free kick. This was rarely seen in your previous games. Have you been in special training recently? Do you deliberately strengthen your shooting training?"

“I’m like this every day, basically dealing with football.”

"Of course, I have to thank my mentor. Without him, there would be no progress for me."

"What is your mentor?"

"Bernd Shuster." Zheng Zhi said Shuster's name with his words, his chin raised slightly, and he looked proud.

Alas ~

The surrounding area was in an instant.

I wonder if the reporters who worked as coach in Frankfurt were quite surprised. It turned out to be Shuster's disciple! No wonder. Shuster is so strong, how can his disciples not be strong?

At the first moment, the reporters all took this for granted.

"Ah, I knew it was that guy who was teaching you." Ebert pretended to be surprised.

Haha... Zheng Zhi couldn't help but laugh in his heart.

Actually, how could he not know? This is a scam...

Shuster asked Ebert to do this with him! He couldn't resist his weird mentor.

Shuster wants face and just borrows Zheng Zhi to promote himself. In his words, even if he is a coach, he will become the best coach in the world and he can cultivate outstanding talents.

Another reason is that before he returned to Germany, he called many clubs, but none of them accepted him. They all thought he was a big trouble and would only cause trouble for the club. Now that Zheng Zhi is performing so well, he certainly has to jump...

"Can you tell me how he taught you?"

"Not much different from other people, but he obviously has a lot of personal goods that others don't have."

“He will be a great coach.”

"Well, we all know that Bernd is a genius and he really has the potential to be a great coach."

The publicity effect was achieved, and Ebert withdrew the topic back to Zheng Zhi.

"How many points would you give yourself today?"

“It’s 1.5 points.”

"Why?"

"Because I didn't stare at Michael Barack, I let him score two goals in front of me. He is so good, he is the strongest person in the future of German football."

"Then didn't you scored two goals in front of him, too?"

"That's different. I got the draw entirely by my teammates, and he dominated the game alone."

In front of media reporters, Zheng Zhi always acted very modest.

...

Is there any difference? Ebert's mind was in chaos.

At this time, Emmantrout also praised Zheng Zhi all over at the press conference.

"In the current Bundesliga, the best German team is undoubtedly Barack. This young guy is the future of the German team. Outside of Germany, that is Zheng. From this showdown, we can see that both sides dominate the game and both of them completed a great performance."

Coincidentally, at the press conference in Kaiserslautern, Rehagel's game summary also had a very similarity to Emmantrout.

He praised Barak.

“Barak is maturing today.”

"He almost brought victory to the team."

"This is perhaps the only gain we have today."

“Because everyone else is walking on the turf.”

"There is another reason, that is, the opponent has an equally excellent midfielder. He showed his strength no less than Michael, but he lacked strength."

"I'm really surprised. I already knew him before, but today he obviously improved again. Playing around him, his teammates have improved their strength. This is very important, and this is the role of the leader."

"But he should go to a better team."

...

The most sincere praise often comes from the opponent...

In the editorial department of "Kicker", Ebert and several editors were discussing fiercely in the office.

"1 point, both of them should be 1 point."

"No, no, I think Zheng's performance is better, because Zheng is on the weaker side of Frankfurt. Barack should be 1.5, and Zheng is 1."

"Even, he should be selected as the best player of this round."

"It's still early, Bayern Munich hasn't played that game yet."

"Oh, those guys, unless some of them have a hat trick, how is that possible! Either Barak or Zheng, choose one of two."
Chapter completed!