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Chapter 74 Red Card, Counterattack!
Chapter 74 Red Card, Counterattack!
"Where's our defense?!"
The 0-1 deficit came too suddenly, and Rangnick couldn't help but feel nervous.
The German coach quickly called Anthony Jung over: "Your position is crucial. If you're not pressing in the attacking third, then you and Seba should drop back and provide cover."
"Don't just stand around on the sidelines! It's pointless!"
Rangnick is very efficiency-oriented. In his view, players on the field must either participate in offense or defense, and must choose one of the two.
Therefore, at any given moment, if the coach cannot determine whether you are on defense or offense, then you are just taking a walk.
Your positioning and so-called "support" are meaningless!
"Eintracht! (Brunschweig)"
"Eintracht!"
As the team in the lead, the Braunschweig fans immediately began to celebrate after the goal.
It's worth noting that their opponent, RB Leipzig, is currently the top team in the 2. Bundesliga.
It feels amazing to take a 1-0 lead against Leipzig!
"We will be victorious!" (German)
"Victory belongs to Braunschweig!" (German)
Just as the home team fans were chanting, Hao Ren put his hands on his hips, took a deep breath, and then gritted his teeth, extremely angry.
Seeing this, Kimmich thought Hao Ren was stunned by the beating, so he quickly ran over and patted his teammate on the back: "Good!"
"It's nothing, I'm thinking about how to deal with them."
Hao Ren and Kimmich clapped hands, encouraging each other.
Leipzig is falling behind now.
"Actually, I think that playing high-pressing all the time might not be a good strategy against a counter-attacking team like Braunschweig."
"Hey! Forsberg, you've got a through ball from Mr. Goodman on the left wing!"
Hao Ren's through ball was very accurate, and Forsberg received the ball in front of the byline, facing Heddenstadt head-on.
"Give me!"
Demme quickly got into position and received Forsberg's pass.
Snapped!
A cross from Demme shifted possession from the left to the right for Leipzig.
The one with the ball now is—
Chicken Bro!
Hao Ren glanced around, made a judgment, and then accelerated to block Boland's path, preventing the latter from interfering with Kimmich: "Go for it, Chicken Bro!"
Chicken Bro did not disappoint Chicken Dad's expectations, passing the ball to Poulsen who was waiting on the right wing by the baseline.
"Oh!!!!"
Poulsen begins to cut inside!
Snapped!
Poulsen delivered the cross.
As Frahn received the ball at the penalty spot, Poulsen, who was off the ball, cut inside, and the two successfully completed a one-two pass.
Goalkeeper Gikiewicz is out!
Gikivich leaped out and collided with Poulsen in mid-air.
Poulsen panicked and stepped on the goalkeeper's shin.
Holy crap!
Hao Ren and Dem exchanged a glance, both of them somewhat flustered.
Something looks like it's about to go wrong?
"Beep!"
"Referee, referee!"
"Listen to me!"
Leipzig's players quickly moved forward and surrounded the referee.
But this didn't seem to have any effect. The referee reached into his shirt pocket, took out a yellow card, and then a red card.
Poulsen already had a yellow card, and now he has received another yellow card for his second foul.
Leipzig's captain was sent off after receiving two yellow cards!
RedCard: Paulsen (RBL).
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At this moment, Poulsen stood in the penalty area, letting the Braunschweig players push and shove him.
He realized he had made a huge mistake!
"Get away!"
Hao Ren approached Poulsen and pushed away Boland, who had been groping him, while Kimmich comforted the sent-off Poulsen.
"RBL!"
"Shhh!!!"
"RBL!"
"Shhh!!!"
They were already leading in 11v11, but then Leipzig had a player sent off, which made the home fans incredibly confident.
"We're going to beat number one!"
"Defeat the number one!"
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Baidu Tieba: Will the winning streak be ended? Poulsen was sent off after receiving two yellow cards, and Kimmich temporarily took over as captain.
Rangnick on the sidelines was already in a terrible predicament.
The high-pressing tactic relies on three forwards applying pressure simultaneously, but Leipzig is now missing a forward!
Adding to the damage to the team's morale caused by the captain's red card, Leipzig's current situation can be described as quite dire.
31th minute!
boom!
A triangular cross from Omradic!
Boland, jump up.
boom!
The header bounced off the grass and towards the goal, but Sebastian cleared it out of bounds in time.
Braunschweig's corner kick!
"Get back, watch out for corner kicks!"
Rangnick was gesturing from the sidelines, his down jacket visibly wet.
Is it raining here?
Due to factors such as camera angles and stadium reflections, viewers in front of their televisions sometimes don't know when it rains at the stadium.
However, from the perspective of a corner kick, the rain was very noticeable.
Judging from the density of the raindrops, this rain should not have a significant impact on the game.
Beep!
Braunschweig deserves a corner kick!
At the near post, Hao Ren and Sebastian jumped together, but neither of them could reach the ball.
"Grass!"
Mr. Goodman roared in frustration, then turned back and watched helplessly as the Braunschweig player at the far post raised his leg to shoot.
"GO00AAALLLL!"
"Omladic!!"
"2:0!"
After it rains, the pitch becomes wet, allowing players to slide further on their knees. Omradicic gave a super long slide of over 10 meters.
"pretty!"
"That's it, that's the real Brunswick!"
"We're going to beat Leipzig!"
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The Leipzig players on the field had fallen silent.
Playing with one less player and trailing by two goals, it wouldn't be so bad if it were a training match, but this is a real game!
The camera focused on Leipzig's number 20 on the field, where Hao Ren was wiping the rain off his face with his shirt, looking quite helpless.
[Mr. Goodman: This round is over]
[No good, with one less striker, Gudman has no space to pass the ball. Poulsen's red card was too crucial; we could have actually played a bit more.]
[Hao Ren: It's been 20 minutes, let's vote, brothers!]
Don't insult me, Hao Qiuwang. Do you think I'm the kind of person who would surrender?
Leipzig currently holds a significant lead in the standings, and even if they lose this match, they will still be at the top of the league.
Given this situation, some of the away fans at the stadium had already lost their spirits.
In this situation, it's not cost-effective to fight the opponent head-on. It's better to save your stamina for the next round!
"Beep, beep beep—!!!"
The halftime whistle blew, and the score on the big screen was temporarily set at 2-0.
Just as the Leipzig players on the field were about to catch their breath, they soon heard voices coming from the substitutes' bench.
"return!"
Rangnick and Almas are waving to the players on the field.
"Run! Get back to the locker room quickly!"
Well?
Hao Ren, who was still feeling down, suddenly brightened up and started jogging with Kimmich.
"Does Ralph have some kind of plan?"
"have no idea."
Hao Ren said he didn't understand Ronnick's thinking either: "However, if Ralph really has a plan, Mr. Goodman is willing to cooperate, because Mr. Goodman doesn't want to lose."
"What are you talking about? We're not releasing it!"
"Is Braunschweig such a strong team? We can win even with one less player!"
In the away team's locker room, Rangnick made a startling remark, seemingly completely disregarding Braunschweig's two-goal lead.
The German coach held the whiteboard with one hand and quickly started drawing with a pen in the other.
On the whiteboard, Rangnick drew an arrow representing the number "10" for substitute striker Rebic, pointing directly into the Braunschweig penalty area.
"At the start of the second half, Joshua was substituted off and Rebic was brought on."
Rangnick slammed his fist on the whiteboard, making his decision: "We can be one less midfielder, but we can't be one less attacking player. We must have three attacking players!"
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"Also, Goodman and Dem, you two should pay attention. Your task is to coordinate with the three teammates in front of you."
"What about defense?"
Hao Ren asked a question.
As a defensive player, he keenly realized that Rangnick's tactics had significant defensive flaws.
"The defense is left to the tracking full-backs."
Rangnick answered quickly because he already had the answer to Hao Ren's question: "We are down by two goals now, but we still want to win, so this is the only thing we can do."
"No other tactic will bring us victory, only this one."
Rangnick looked at Kimmich, then at Hao Ren: "In order to reconstruct the pressing network in the frontcourt, I have no choice but to break up the KFC combination."
Hao Ren: ————
The second half of the game has begun.
From substitutions off the field to player runs on the field, Leipzig's every move was beyond the audience's expectations.
"Holy crap, Rangnick's gone mad. Is winning all of February that important? Does Rangnick want to celebrate the New Year too?"
Wang Chao was first amazed, then filled with admiration and anticipation.
Putting the risks aside, Rangnick's adjustments will likely make the second half incredibly entertaining.
"Haha, Braunschweig sensed something was wrong. They wanted to get the ball into Leipzig's midfield, but Hao Ren kept stopping them."
"Wait, don't even mention it, Rangnick's adjustment. Brothers, I feel like there are only two possibilities today: Leipzig will either create a miracle or get completely overwhelmed. Hmm—although the latter is more likely."
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"Awesome, Dem!"
"Pass the ball to Hao Ren!"
"The defenders were pressing, but Hao Ren didn't give them a chance!"
With a pull-back, turn, and drive, Hao Ren's explosive power erupted in the air.
Using his superior physical strength, Hao Ren forcefully broke through the gap between Pfitzner and Franjic.
Of course, the gap between the two people was actually too large for a whole person to pass through, but Hao Ren made the gap bigger.
"Oh!!!"
Realizing something was wrong, Brunswick's defenses quickly retreated.
But it seems to be of little use now.
Snapped!
Before the defenders could get into position, Hao Ren poked the ball into the penalty area with his toe.
It's Frahn with the ball!
Have the opportunity!
boom!
Goal!
"1:2!"
"Damn, Hao Ren's push was absolutely unbeatable. He created opportunities even when there weren't any."
"Leipzig's tactics were actually quite successful; they simply used pressure in the attacking third to alleviate the pressure of having fewer players in the backfield."
"The score is now 1:2, and the time is ————"
Wang Chao glanced at the top left corner of the screen and gave the answer: "58 minutes!"
"Damn, if Poulsen hadn't received a red card, that would have been great. Otherwise, with Hao Ren's performance in the second half, wouldn't Leipzig have easily turned the game around?"
Not only Wang Chao and the fans in the live broadcast room, but also the director at the scene thought so.
After the score reached 1-2, the director quickly switched the camera to the Leipzig locker room, directly displaying Poulsen's head on the big screen.
Paulsen touched his nose, his face looking rather grim.
The director's actions made the already self-blaming Red Bull captain feel even more guilty.
Damn, I should have been calmer when I was in the penalty area!
"RBL!"
"Shh!!!"
"Trash! Trash!"
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"Goodman trash!"
"Are you calling me 'Mom'?!"
Before you know it, Hao Ren has started arguing with the home team's fans.
Considering the team was already down to ten men and couldn't afford to receive any more cards, Vlaan quickly pulled Hao Ren back to prevent him from continuing to play.
72 minutes.
Sebastian delivered a long pass from the backfield, successfully finding Rebic making a run down the right flank.
Rebic controlled the ball well and decisively began to advance, while the Leipzig players on the field were all pressing forward.
clap clap!
After a series of passing combinations, Rebic received the ball on the right byline and turned to prepare to cross.
Just then, Reichel suddenly moved forward to block Rebic and took the ball away from him.
"Fuck!"
Rangnick slapped his forehead hard with his hand.
Just when everyone thought Braunschweig was about to launch another counterattack, Hao Ren suddenly fell to the ground and swept away the ball that Reichel had just received.
"Oh!!!"
This was a great opportunity. Vlaan, who was originally in the middle, sprinted at full speed, stepped on the ball before it went out of bounds, and passed it back to Rebic who came over to receive it.
"Give it to the middle lane!"
Rebic, who had already turned around, immediately delivered a cross after being reminded by Vlaan, with the target being Forsberg at the far post.
Forsberg chests the ball down.
Then another powerful shot!
boom!
Forsberg's shot hit defender Kessel and bounced off, landing right at Demme's feet.
At this moment, Hao Ren was already yelling like crazy in the penalty area: "Give it to me!"
Hao Ren received the ball from his teammate while turning to the side, raised his right leg, and unleashed a powerful shot.
"Goal!"
Holy crap!
"Goal! Hao Ren scores!"
"2:2!"
"It's fucking flat!"
"In the 66th minute of the second half, Leipzig equalized the score!!!"
After scoring two goals while playing with one less player, Wang Chao's face turned red in front of the camera.
Watching Hao Ren run out to celebrate, Wang Chao, in his excitement, pointed directly at the camera: "A powerful shot from Mr. Goodman in the penalty area! Don't ask why the defensive midfielder was in the penalty area, I'm just asking you whether it went in or not!"
Clap clap clap!
Amidst a chorus of insults, Rangnick applauded the Leipzig players on the field.
Hao Ren, who had equalized the score, had become the target of curses from the home team's fans.
Standing in front of the home team's stands, Leipzig's number 20 spread his hands, silently mocked, and then sat down on the grass, crossed his legs, and closed his eyes as if meditating.
Be like water!
Rangnick raised an eyebrow, his expression instantly changing.
"A calm and still mind"—isn't that the thing Goodman posted online a few days ago that was directed at him?
Rangnick himself felt something was wrong, but the insults from the home fans quickly put him at ease.
A false alarm!
Mr. Goodman's calm demeanor today was a response to the opposing fans, and not directed at Ralf!
"call----"
Rangnick let out a long breath and continued clapping.
"Well done!"