Grassroots Glory

For outsiders, I don’t see any difference in Westfalun’s stands today. In any game, Westfalun’s atmosphere is always the same, especially since it’s always overcrowded. The South Grandstand, which will never know the stop until the end of the game, has always been the case. Westfalun has the reputation of the first devil at home in Europe, largely due to the enthusiasm of these diehards.

But only those international students of the Fan Club know that the days of watching football in the future will definitely be more enjoyable-under the leadership of Zhou Tiancheng’s father, he will vent all his enthusiasm and howl for Zhou Tiancheng’s wonderful performance, feeling More comfortable.

Didn’t Zhou Zhenyong say that? Let them shout! Let them howl! Everyone soon discovered that although Uncle had a generation gap with everyone, but standing on this court, he was probably the craziest one. Even these young people are not as good as him.

As the referee blew the opening whistle, the first wave (high) (tide) of the warm-up in the stands had passed. Zhou Zhenyong was lying on the railing like this, staring at the field scorchingly, with only Zhou Tiancheng in his eyes Tall body wearing No. 10 jersey.

"Good ball, beautiful running position! Pass him, kid... Hey, hey! What is the pass, just a kick away!"

"A good shot, a good shot, this time is a chance, boy, come on!"

Boom! Zhou Tiancheng shot a long shot from outside the penalty area and slammed it firmly on the beam.

"Ah! Oh my god, this short-eyed beam! Lower it down next time!"

Zhou Zhenyong is just like the parents who watched his son participate in exhibition games or trial training on the spot. The warm atmosphere of the stadium completely activated his passion as an old fan. It's just that this scene can't help but feel a little bit in the eyes of the young people around.

"Uncle, drink some water to moisten your throat." A young man in the back handed over a bottle of mineral water that he had just bought.

"Uncle Zhou, let's rest for a while. This kind of opponent doesn't enter the league at all. Chengda will definitely score, you don't have to worry."

Zhou Zhenyong took the mineral water with a smile, took a sip and said, "Of course I know, he is my son, can I still not understand? You still don't understand, watching the ball is not only about victory and defeat, but also the process, Enjoy the process, this is the real football."

"Oh!" The fans around them nodded with a smile. Heart is also convinced. No wonder Chengda is so talented that his dad's role as a fan is so good.

Hoffenheim is no longer the team that had been kneaded by Rannik in previous seasons. Now they are not enough to pose threats in lineup configuration or coach Stanislavsky's on-the-spot command ability. In fact, Hoffenheim has achieved only two wins in the last nine rounds, and it has been determined that this will be Stanislavsky's last coach in Hoffenheim. During the change of coaching, Hoffenheim wanted to overthrow Dortmund on the road even more difficult, not to mention that they did not have such motivation.

As a guest of Westfalun, Stanislavsky just wanted not to lose too ugly, so he directly put on a 5-4-1 defensive formation, intensively defending in the backcourt.

But for Dortmund, such a formation was not much difficult to break, and now with Royce, it can fully tear out the space. If you adhere to the 4-3-3 formation of Lannick and the tactical style of defensive counterattack, perhaps Dortmund may feel some threats. Dortmund is not afraid of this kind of turtle shell defense. Zhou Tiancheng can constantly speed up the passing rate and focus on the offensive side. As long as the defense is torn open, scoring is only a matter of time. Just like a hole was dug in an iron bucket, the entire bucket of water would leak out, and the result would be lost.

In the twenty-fifth minute, Zhou Tiancheng received Royce's inverted triangle pass, paused on the penalty line, then dunked the ball to his right foot, and gently passed the ball to Barrios, close range Heading the ball to the goal.

Unlike the sudden cheers that erupted in the audience, Zhou Zhenyong just lay on the railing, raised his hands and patted his palm.

Some people around expressed concern and asked, thinking that he was tired. After all, standing and watching the ball is very exhausting. In fact, it is just because Zhou Tiancheng did not score the goal. Zhou Zhenyong was looking forward to the moment when the dunk dodged just now, but his son finally chose to pass the ball, and he was slightly lost.

Being scored makes Hoffenheim a startled bird. Under Dortmund's intense pressure, they have no idea or chance to fight back.

The scene of the game was exactly the same as everyone expected, and the cheers dropped a lot.

The only one dissatisfied with Dortmund was Klopp. Not only did he not chase after the lead, but he had already played half of the time in the second half. He still had a one-goal lead in seventy minutes. He couldn't sit still.

1:0 is the most dangerous score. He can't tolerate any mistakes. He feels that he hasn't expanded his advantage for so long.

It was not until the eighty-seventh minute that Zhou Tiancheng had a deciduous ball at the last moment to hang the dead corner to lock the victory, before Klopp really laughed.

Fans gathered in this grandstand, and everyone shouted in an instant.

"Wow! Awesome!"

"Continent 66!"

"Bunker! Powerful and domineering!"

Zhou Zhenyong opened his mouth instantaneously and jumped up suddenly: "Son, awesome! Hahaha! Handsome burst, Ao!"

Zhou Zhenyong and Zhou Tiancheng simultaneously made a celebration action with their hands raised above their heads, and the rhythm was almost synchronized. The Andres next to them swept their eyes while celebrating, just saw Zhou Zhenyong's action, his face was much Two doubts.

Although with his eyes ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ seeing Asians sees no difference, it feels the same as Chinese seeing African blacks, but he can still see the tacit understanding of his actions, he can't help but doubt: Is it really Zhou Tiancheng's dad?

"Oh!"

Because of his excitement, Zhou Zhenyong hit the railing when he fell to the ground, and he hurt as much as he jumped. He directly reacted on him and made him squat in pain.

A few people next to him saw it and hurried over to care.

"Uncle, are you okay?"

"Uncle Zhou, slow down, doesn't it matter?"

Everyone is a little nervous. After all, this is Dad's dad. No one wants to see the old man because there is something wrong with watching the ball with everyone.

Zhou Zhenyong stood up slowly, his teeth hurt and his teeth grinned, but with a smile on his face: "Haha, nothing, nothing, accident, accident."

"Uncle, don't be too excited, this is just a routine operation of Chengda, you have to pay attention, this body bone, we can't afford it!" The boy in Di Shui just warned with panic.

Zhou Zhenyong looked at him sideways: "Do you mean I am old?"

"Uh..." the boy thought to himself, anyway, he was not younger than us. Did he not call you uncle?

"Relax, my old bone can still toss and move, and you have to shout at this time! Hey! Keep walking, keep walking, with the hope in your heart, you will never walk alone! You will never Alone..."

Zhou Zhenyong opened his arms and sang this classic melody with the rhythm of the audience.

The people around were speechless. They found that they had miscalculated him completely, which was so crazy that they were ashamed.

Sure enough, Zhou Tiancheng's father.

His son is a leader on the court, and I am a fan who can roar, jump and toss more than their young people.