I am Crazy About Money in Football

Three hundred and thirty-four, you can be the team doctor



Remember in a second【】

When the referee blew the whistle to end the game, the entire stadium went berserk. Even though there were less than half of the German fans in it, the entire Durban stadium was still set on fire.

Ye Feng raised his hands high, clenched his fists, and was so excited that he was crazy.

Being able to beat the Spanish team is definitely the craziest thing.

How amazing is Spain!

But now, isn't the mighty Matador Legion also fallen under the tracks of the German tanks?

This battle is definitely the pinnacle duel.

For Ye Feng, this battle is the World Cup final.

Spain is the most powerful pair, there is no one, Ye Feng will not consider that there is another pair that is qualified to compete with the German team for the World Cup championship.

Regardless of the Netherlands or Uruguay, they are nothing to worry about compared to Spain, which is why Ye Feng didn't care about the competition in the upper half at all.

The performance of his teammates was not at all calmer than Ye Feng, and even more wild.

Hugging, chest bumping, punching, celebrating in any way they feel indulged, everyone is already on the verge of indulging to death.

Have we already won the championship? Muller hugged Ye Feng, smiled unscrupulously, and his big mouth had already traveled from South Africa to Germany.

Ye Feng nodded, laughed loudly and said, That's right, we've already won the championship. Go to Blatter and ask for the Hercules Cup, and he will give it to you.

Mu Le gave Ye Feng a blank look, but immediately grinned again, smiling heartlessly.

Ye Feng has always wanted to learn from Muller's heartless state. It is said that although heartless may suffer, he can live better than bastards.

However, Ye Feng knew that he might really not be able to learn it. Some things are really innate, just like Ye Feng was born with revenge.

Turning his head to look at Busquets, La Masia's actor has lost his soul like a walking dead at this time. Obviously, he was hit too hard today.

Being slapped in the face by Ye Feng with such a weird prop as a horned flagpole, I feel like I have never been subjected to such a shame and humiliation in my life. With such a big face on my face, what face is there to speak of.

more importantly,

Spain lost and were blocked from the World Cup final.

Their dream of creating a Matador dynasty has been completely shattered!

How could Busquets bear this kind of blow!

Looking at Busquets, who looked like his own father had died, Ye Feng smiled unkindly.

This guy has to be taught like this.

Although I didn't see the explosive scene of the corner flagpole slapping his face, it was a little regrettable, but this did not prevent Ye Feng from laughing out loud.

Where is the need for sympathy for the enemy!

There may be enemies worthy of respect, but Busquets is clearly not one of them.

Now, Ye Feng is really refreshed.

Taking advantage of the Spanish players lined up to thank the Spanish fans for their support, Ye Feng hurried over to exchange jerseys with Harvey.

Hey, we have an appointment! Ye Feng took off his jersey and threw it to Harvey.

Harvey was not hypocritical either. Although he was not in any mood after losing the game, he had told Ye Feng before the game that he had exchanged jerseys, and he couldn't go back on his word.

He took off his jersey and threw it to Ye Feng, and put Ye Feng's jersey on his shoulders. Harvey didn't speak, and turned and walked towards the player channel.

He really wanted to continue chatting with Ye Feng, but he was really not in the mood right now.

After this game, Harvey became more determined--Ye Feng is the last piece of the Barcelona puzzle!

In this game, Ballack and Ye Feng played the role of the all-around field to the fullest, as if the whole world re-recognized the all-around field overnight.

What Barcelona lacks is Ye Feng, an all-round field with absolute impact.

Harvey can even imagine how dominant Barcelona will be with Ye Feng.

But now, Harvey himself needs to find a place to heal his injuries. He doesn't want to take care of Barcelona's affairs.

Ye Feng looked at Harvey's lonely back from behind. For some reason, he felt like a hero's twilight. It was obvious that Harvey was in his prime, so it felt like the last game of his career.

Don't look, you guys still have a fight in the European Cup two years later! Barack walked to Ye Feng's side, put his arm around Ye Feng's shoulder, and smiled.

Ye Feng was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly realized.

Indeed, in the European Cup two years later, I am afraid that the German team and the Spanish team will still have a battle.

Between you? Ye Feng keenly grasped Barak's words, What about you?

Ballack laughed and said, Of course I've retired!

Ballack, who was born in 6 years, is already 4 years old this year. In the European Cup two years later, Ballack has reached the age of 6 years old. At this age, he is already considered an advanced maternal age.

For an almighty field, age has a huge impact on the body. Even if you are still young psychologically, your body really does not allow you to go up and down like before. You can only stay below.

Can you still count on the 6-year-old Ballack to carry the banner of the German team field?

That is by no means the glory of Ballack, but the shame of the German team.

That's great! Ye Feng immediately beamed with joy, You get out, the German team field is my world!

Barack couldn't help giving Ye Feng a chestnut, but he was really envious and had strong regrets.

His era was the darkest era of German football. He alone could carry the German team, but he could not carry the German team to win the championship.

He was so lonely, so lonely.

^0^ Remember in a second【】

But now, the new generation of players in the German team has matured, and the sudden emergence of young players also shows the success of the German youth training.

It can be said that now is the best era of German football.

But Ballack himself can only use his fighting spirit and tenacity to lead the young players forward with the tacit understanding of his career.

His time is running out.

How much he hopes to go on with these German football futures, but he knows that it is already unrealistic.

Looking at Ye Feng's young and energetic face, Barak envied his age very much.

If he is still young, he can continue to partner with Ye Feng and lead the German team to win one championship trophy after another and keep winning.

He really wants to keep kicking!

But at this time, what Ye Feng said suddenly made the sad Barack dumbfounded.

Since you don't want to leave the German team, then you come to be the team doctor!

The whole of Germany is only famous for orthopedics, and there are no other talents at all.

I always feel that the German team doctor is as unreliable as the Bayern team doctor. Even if you come to be a team doctor, you are better than them.

Barack really wanted to break Ye Feng's head and see what was in this guy's head!

Let Lao Tzu be the team doctor?

Believe it or not, I'll treat you from a muscle strain to hemiplegia?

No one can get out alive after entering my door!

Dear, this chapter is over, I wish you a happy reading! ^0^


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