"Why is he in that position?" Shaf took off his sunglasses, eyes filled with surprise, but soon the surprise turned into tension. He could no longer remain calm, yelling at the top of his lungs from the sidelines like an air raid siren, "Fall back! Fall back!"
While everyone was still stunned by Chen Zhong's interception, Chen Zhong had already climbed up from the ground. With a "bang," he kicked the ball out, initiating a quick counterattack.
Initially, people did not realize the severity of the situation; Werder Bremen's players were still jogging. But slowly, their jog turned into a full sprint, quickly falling back under Shaf's anxious shouts.
The ball bypassed Werder Bremen's midfield. Van Nistelrooy, while running, chased towards the ball's landing spot. This spot wasn't great; compared to Sneijder's or Guti's passes, it was like a pile of crap.
But at this moment, there's such a roughly accurate ball passed to this location, what more do you need?
"Oh~"
