What is an attacking defensive midfielder?

Chapter 143: Tears welled up in my eyes when I finally learned the truth.

【Holy crap???】

[Awesome!!]

[Everyone stand up, brothers! Behold the miracle of your Grandpa Ox!]

[Hahaha, what's going on? Where's the counter-attack? Leipzig was supposed to be on the defensive in the second half!]

Hasenhüttl: I was terrified and cried.

Hao Ren, who had just won the penalty kick, rushed out of the penalty area and, without thinking, slid down on his knees.

"Roar!!!"

His mouth was so big it looked like he was going to swallow the home team fans in the stands whole!

Oh oh oh!

Grandpa Cow: "Goodman!"

"Goodman!"

"vivaGoodman!"

Paulsen jumped onto Hao Ren's back, raising his fists high.

Because he couldn't free his hands to regain his balance, Poulsen quickly fell.

Jump back!

"Holy crap! Goodman!!"

"Ha ha!"

Hao Ren was thrilled to have completed the hat trick.

Just then, a photographer came by with his camera, so he went up to him.

First, he slapped his mouth in front of the camera to shut up the opposing fans, then slowly extended three fingers!

hat trick!

"Leipzig!"

"RB Leipzig!"

"vi vaGoodman!"

"With this penalty, Hao Ren scored his first hat-trick in a top-flight league match. So—"

"Hmm, Ingolstadt seems to have gone quite far—"

Hasenhüttl had his hands in his pockets.

The home team coach still had no expression on his face.

But once the camera focused, it was clear that the guy's throat was moving around, as if he was swallowing saliva.

what's going on?

Were you scared to death?

"Where are our tactics?"

"Coach, we're on the counter-attack! We're down by four goals!"

"A counter-attack in the second half! The game is almost over!"

Hasenhüttl was, of course, very embarrassed by the situation.

But he only glanced back at the stands before returning to his hands in his pockets.

"It seems Ingolstadt has already given up?"

"I think so. Given the current time and score, it's better to just let it go and prepare for the next game."

"Hassenhüttl, oh—"

"Beep, beep beep!!!"

With the referee's whistle, the match came to an end.

With two goals in each half, Leipzig ultimately defeated Ingolstadt 4-0 on aggregate away from home.

In addition, the esteemed Mr. Goodman also achieved his first Bundesliga hat-trick!

[Mission Progress: Points (7/12) / Winning Streak (3/3)]

Current status: Completed.

"Relax!"

Hao Ren clapped his hands.

The plan went smoothly, and he completed his task in almost the fastest possible time.

I'll get the new template when I get home tonight!

"Good."

Kimmich walked over, called Hao Ren's name, and then hugged the latter.

During the hug, Kimmich kept patting Hao Ren's back, saying, "You're fucking amazing!"

"I told you, beating Bayern would be a piece of cake."

Hao Ren patted the grass clippings off his body, looking completely nonchalant.

Perhaps for Grandpa Niu, there is no opponent he cannot defeat!

One by one, the Leipzig players walked towards Hao Ren to celebrate his hat-trick.

Hao Ren grabbed Paulsen's hand: "How is it!"

"Thanks to the penalty I gave them."

"Ha ha!"

Hao Ren pushed Paulsen away: "I earned it through my own merit. But—thanks, Yusuf!"

[Match results in progress]

[League Points +19]

[Path to Success: Gold Tier 191 LP (LP required for advancement: 350 LP)]

Because of his hat trick, Hao Renjia gained a lot of winning points in this game.

Before I knew it, my winning points were about to reach 200.

Mr. Goodman's future is truly bright!

Hey!

Werner ran up from behind and called out to Hao Ren, who was about to return to the locker room.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"You got the match ball, and you scored a hat trick."

"Oh, right! Thanks, Timo!"

Dongqiudi Match Report: RB Leipzig thrashed Ingolstadt 4-0, with Hao Ren scoring his first hat-trick of the season.

After the game, many fans had a question in their minds.

What's the situation in Ingolstadt?

Hasenhüttl said he had prepared something, didn't he?

Click, click, click!

"You were down by two goals in the first half, and fans generally thought you would make the 'formation change' that you had prepared in advance in the second half."

But so far, it seems you haven't done anything besides making some personnel changes?

The room fell silent immediately after the first question was asked.

The reporters were all waiting for Hasenhüttl's reply.

What unspeakable secret lies behind all of this?

"this--"

Hasenhüttl pressed his hands on the table and took a deep breath.

"I did prepare a lot of things, and in theory, I could have come back and beaten Leipzig."

"But you've been down 4-0," the reporter pointed out.

"I know! I know! You don't need to remind me, okay? I know the final score, can you let me finish?"

Hasenhüttl stared at the reporter who had interrupted.

"What I said in previous interviews is correct; I did indeed prepare tactics sufficient to defeat Leipzig, but—"

"There was a slight mishap here."

"About five minutes into the game, I realized something was wrong: this season's Leipzig is so different from last season's."

As he spoke, Hasenhüttl touched his chin lightly: "What I prepared only applies to last season's Leipzig."

Click, click, click!

"So you made a mistake in your assessment of this match? Didn't you consider making adjustments during the game?"

Upon hearing this, Hasenhüttl simply shrugged: "I already knew we were going to lose when we were down 0-1, so I just gave up. Preparing for the next match in advance was a smarter choice."

"You gave up less than 20 minutes into the game? Didn't you feel any pressure? Weren't you afraid of the fans' criticism?"

"Of course I'm afraid."

Hasenhüttl tugged at his collar in front of the camera: "I've been incredibly nervous since the start of the match. Can't you see my clothes are covered in sweat?"

"certainly."

Hasenhüttl then changed the subject, "I think it's all mainly because of Goodman. Ralf got Goodman last season, so he got started early."

"It's like a 400-meter race. If someone starts half a minute earlier than me, I have no chance of winning."

"If I had Goodman, I probably could have done better. But—well, as you can see, I lost at the starting line, so there was no chance of winning."

Click, click, click!

Have you considered joining a team?

"I'm thinking about the whole team."

Hasenhüttl emphasized this to the reporter.

"If I were only concerned with saving face, I should have had my players fight to the bitter end against Leipzig, and score at least one goal no matter what."

"But from the perspective of the team's overall interests, it would be more appropriate to simply let this impossible game go."

Under the watchful eyes of reporters, Hasenhüttl shook his head from side to side in front of the camera.

"I'm not wrong, fate is wrong."

ESPN interviewed Ingolstadt's coach: When we were down by one goal, we knew we were going to lose, so we tactically gave up.

Rangnick was luckier than me; if I had Rangnick's luck, I could have done better than him.

【6666】

Haha, this coach is really abstract. He stood on the sidelines for 90 minutes doing absolutely nothing; I thought he was brainstorming.

Hasenhüttl: Something's off with Leipzig today.

To be fair, this is actually quite rational. Ingolstadt is currently ranked well in the league, and maintaining their position in the remaining matches is the key. There's really no need for them to go all out against Leipzig.

[Why are you talking about Hasenhüttl? Hurry up and praise Hao's hat-trick in the match report!]

"So we were all fooled."

In the locker room, Leipzig players stood in front of the television screen, lost in thought, when captain Poulsen uttered this remark.

Looking at Hao Ren beside him, I thought he was standing on the sidelines thinking about when to change tactics, but it turns out he was mentally preparing for being scolded.

Hao Ren didn't speak immediately.

He shook his head and walked away.

"Hey Goode, aren't you going to say something?" Paulsen waved his hand, not understanding why Hao Ren was so quiet today.

What can I say?

Hao Ren raised his hands, "Damn it, if I had known they would back down, I wouldn't have kicked them so hard. We could have been friends."

"Haha! Relax, my Mr. Goodman!"

■n8g■n

[Goodman137HR: When I finally learned the truth, tears streamed down my face.]

Kicker

A classic own goal! Leipzig players, doubting their opponents' ability to turn the game around, went all out to win 4-0, only to find out that their opponents were just bluffing.

Half an hour after the game ended, ESP reporters photographed Goodman entering the home team's locker room, presumably to apologize to Hasenhüttl.

In fact, Hao Ren did not go directly into the home team's locker room; he simply called out to Hasenhüttl from outside the door.

Since the locker room is on the other side of the street, it's more appropriate to chat outside!

"gentlemen."

Hao Ren shook hands with Hasenhüttl: "I need to apologize to you because of what happened today—"

"You earned that hat trick through your skill, there's no need to say anything," Hasenhüttl interrupted Hao Ren.

"No, no, it happened before the game started, in front of the players' tunnel."

Hao Ren pointed to the end of the corridor.

"I watched your pre-match interview and probably misunderstood what you meant. That's why my teammates surrounded me when you came over."

"Oh! That's nothing."

Hasenhüttl waved his hand.

"So you accept my apology?"

Hao Ren looked at Hasenhüttl with an expectant gaze, but the latter did not respond immediately, which made Hao Ren's heart tighten.

"gentlemen?"

"Oh, it's really not a big deal. But if I want to apologize, I'd like to have dinner with you."

"But I have to have dinner with my teammates today, and—well, Ralf Haren was a little reluctant to mention Rangnick's name in front of Hasenhüttl."

"Never mind then, it's really not a big deal."

4. "This—"

"Then I'll stay. I can go back to Leipzig tomorrow."

Hasenhüttl immediately smiled upon hearing this: "That's wonderful!"

After the match, the Leipzig players returned to their training base and had dinner there.

Because we won the game 4-0, tonight's dinner is a celebration.

While eating, Rangnick suddenly looked up: "Where's Goodman?"

Poulsen explained, "That guy said he'd go back to Leipzig tomorrow; I guess he has something going on in Ingolstadt?"

Rangnick looked at Almas, who nodded: "Yes, he told me. He won't be back today."

"this--"

Rangnick bit his lip, feeling a little uneasy.

They're a team, so how could Goodman miss the victory celebration?

Meanwhile, in Bavaria, along the Danube River.

Hao Ren and Hasenhüttl were sitting in a private room at a Chinese restaurant.

"hiss!"

"Sure, the Chinese food here is definitely much better than in Leipzig. I like it a bit spicier."

Hao Ren was holding a bowl.

Can you imagine the feeling of tasting the flavors of home thousands of kilometers away?

"Right, I know you're from Sichuan, so you should eat something spicier. This Chinese restaurant is just right for your taste."

Hasenhüttl crossed his arms and looked extremely smug.

Just then, Hao Ren's phone, which was on the dining table, rang.

Coach Ralph

"...Ren Haoren ignored it and continued eating."

"Answer it! Why aren't you answering?"

Hasenhüttl looked at Hao Ren with a smile.

this--

"All right."

Hao Ren picked up his phone: "Mr. Ralph?"

"You didn't even come back for the celebration banquet today, even though you won a hat trick. You're the star of the day."

"Well, I know some people near Audi Park, so I'm staying here."

Hao Ren held his phone in his left hand and touched his nose with his right.

"Oh, that's a pity. I specially asked the chef at the base to prepare Chinese food for you."

Rangnick sighed.

"Hmm? I can hear cooking sounds coming from your end. Are you having dinner with someone?"

"Oh, oh, this. I'm watching TV! Haha, I'm going back tomorrow."

Hao Ren hung up the phone.

"Come on, come on!"

Hasenhüttl took a bowl of hot and sour noodles from the waiter and placed it on the table: "Eat as much as you want. Seriously, you definitely can't find this authentic Chinese food in Leipzig."

"oh!"

Hao Ren raised an eyebrow.

Actually, he is not a foodie.

However, he parted ways with his teammates shortly after the match, so he didn't receive Leipzig's post-match pizza refreshment.

If you really want to calculate it, he hasn't eaten for almost 9 hours!

Thanks!

Hao Ren picked up his chopsticks and blew on the hot and sour noodles.

"Oh, that feels so good!"

Hao Ren was so engrossed in the aroma of the hot and sour noodles that his gaze gradually wandered away.

Right next to him, Hasenhüttl took out his iPhone, taking pictures while muttering to himself, "He probably doesn't know you're like this in private, does he?"

click!

Hasenhüttl found Rangnick in the contact list, selected the picture, and sent it.

nnsg■■

Leipzig base.

"I don't know either. But it's okay, Goodman should have his own thoughts. After all, he's almost an adult and should be able to think for himself."

As he spoke, Rangnick noticed the table vibrating, so he picked up his phone.

The moment he picked up the phone, Rangnick's two genital holes suddenly expanded.

"What's wrong, Ralph?"

"What's the news? Is one of Bayern's players injured?"

"What's wrong, Ralph?"

"."

Rangnick's facial muscles began to constrict, and he clenched his teeth.

However, the Leipzig coach remained calm and didn't say a word. He put his phone in his pocket, picked up his fork, and continued eating.

"Depend on!"

boom!

Rangnick slammed his fist on the table.

"Hey, hey, Ralph! Calm down!"

"What's wrong, Ralph? Are you alright?"

"What happened?"

Leipzig official statement: The pursuit has officially begun!

2015-16 Bundesliga Standings (Round 13 completed):

1. Bayern Munich, 34 points.

2. RB Leipzig, 33 points.

3. Borussia Dortmund, 26 points.

4. Bayer Leverkusen, 24 points.

5. Schalke 04, 20 points.

After winning against Ingolstadt, Leipzig's official media suddenly became high-profile.

Of course, this is not because Ingolstadt is particularly strong.

It's just that after this match, the gap between Leipzig and Bayern Munich narrowed to 1 point!

Judging from the current standings, Leipzig only needs one more win to overtake Bayern Munich.

A draw wouldn't be enough, because Bayern's goal difference is a full five more than Leipzig's!

Leipzig's performance has been so dominant that it has led to a feeling among Bundesliga viewers:

This season's Bundesliga has become a two-man show between Bayern Munich and RB Leipzig!

Hao Ren returned to Leipzig at noon the next day.

Today is the team's rest day, so he doesn't need to go to the base; he can just go home.

As a professional player, the first thing Hao Ren did upon returning home was—

"Ding-dong!"

[Ms. Hayes: Goodman, you need to hand in your completed math homework by the end of Wednesday.]

Goodman: Received

Hao Ren glanced at the dusty math workbook next to his computer desk, but ultimately chose to ignore it.

You have obtained a random Ligue 1 player chest (Gold).

[Treasure Chest Opening - You have triggered the talents: The Way of Man, Future Warrior]

[You have obtained - Vitinia Low Center of Gravity Dribbling Template (Reissue)]

[Positioning: 69→75]

Speed: 75 → 77

[Shots: 83→84.5 (Defense to Offense)]

Hao Ren (17 years old)

[Ball possession: 75; Passing: 84.5]

[Shots: 84.5; Headers: 77; Set pieces: 63]

Speed: 77; Endurance: 77; Physical Strength: 84

[Defense: 78; Vision: 76]

Overall rating: 84

[Path to Success: Gold Tier 191 LP (LP required for advancement: 350 LP)]

Ignoring the player names in the future template that he didn't recognize at all, Hao Ren carefully savored the wonders of the new template.

For Hao Ren right now, dribbling isn't a particularly crucial skill.

And this is low center of gravity dribbling!

With a height of over 1.8 meters, Hao Ren simply cannot dribble with a low center of gravity!

Looking at it this way, I guess I was really unlucky today, as I created a template that was completely unsuitable for me.

However, we shouldn't only look at the negative side of things.

The emergence of the "Low Center of Gravity Dribbling Template" has temporarily alleviated Hao Ren's current problem of poor ball control.

Playing professional football is just like studying in school; both require a balanced approach to development.

A top student is someone who excels in every subject.

A top player is one who excels in every attribute!

"So what do you want to do?"

"You going out to dinner with other coaches is fine, it's no big deal, I don't care."

"But the problem is that the night before last was our victory celebration, and you were the main contributor to the win."

On the training field, Rangnick stared at Hao Ren, his face terribly gloomy.

Even someone as powerful as Mr. Goodman could only stand there dumbfounded, not daring to put up any resistance.

"Was the food he treated you to good?"

"—Ugh, it doesn't taste good."

"That's right! If the Leipzig cafeteria can't satisfy you, then it's understandable that you eat out."

Ronnick told Hao Ren.

If he has dietary needs, he should express his thoughts and suggestions to the club.

Instead of sneaking off to have dinner with coaches from other clubs!

The players headed to the gym to prepare for today's physical examinations.

"Haha! You're going to make me laugh to death."

Paulsen put his arm around Hao Ren's shoulder: "Do you know what Ralph's expression was like the night before last? I really should have taken a picture and shown it to you."

"...

Hao Ren rolled his eyes at Paulsen: "I should have told Hasenhüttl beforehand to keep it a secret—but I didn't say 'Do you know why you didn't say it?'"

Poulsen's question surprised Hao Ren.

Why?

Paulsen patted his left chest, where his heart was located: "Because you have a guilty conscience, and subconsciously you know that what you did was wrong."

"Okay, okay, you're right. But I still need to apologize, right? Weren't you the one who suspected he was going to attack me before the match started?"

"Hey! What are you saying? Can you honestly say you didn't have any doubts? I saw you back away when he walked over!"

Height: 1.80 meters

[Weight: 81kg]

Seeing the displayed data, Hao Ren touched his hair and compared it with Kimmich's.

He was originally only a few centimeters taller than Kimmich.

However, Hao Ren's height has been increasing, while Kimmich's has remained the same, which has led to an increasingly larger height difference between the KFC duo.

"Brother Chicken, I told you to eat more. How can you play midfield with your height? You'll just get headed over the bar."

"I don't need to headbutt people like a bull. I'm a proper midfielder. You know, Gud, passing and ball control."

"Me, butting someone like a bull? When? Screw you!"

Hao Ren shrugged: "According to your logic, all defensive midfielders wouldn't count as midfielders anymore. Do you think that's possible?"

Speaking of which, the KFC combination is truly extraordinary.

They were teammates for three consecutive seasons, training and playing together, but their technical characteristics were completely different.

That's normal, though.

If their technical characteristics are the same, these two can't form a combination.

"Good, I'll say it again. You handle the marking, I'll handle the passing, you plus me equals invincibility!"

"I didn't bump into anyone!"

Hao Ren and Kimmich started shoving each other: "There's absolutely no need to add you, I'm invincible on my own."

"Alright, alright, you two, stop arguing. You'll be out after your checkup! Stop looking, I'm talking to you, KFC!"

Almas urged them from outside.

Before the warm-up began, Rangnick once again criticized Hao Ren about the meal.

However, the Leipzig coach may look fierce, but he is actually a nice person.

He said he would have the club find a Chinese chef!

Then it came down to the competition.

Three days later, the team will travel to Villarreal for an away game.

This is the fifth round of the Europa League group stage.

Rangnick's intention is to win the fifth round and secure a place in the knockout stage.

Then we'll focus all our attention on the league.

"We're only one point behind Bayern, we have to stick with them!"

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