What is an attacking defensive midfielder?

Chapter 40 Mr. Goodman, save us!

"FCN! (Nuremberg)"

"Ist unser FCN! (This is our Nuremberg!)"

"..."

Leipzig players were positioned relatively far forward, which created some vulnerabilities in the team's defense.

This potential hazard is not a major concern when playing against average teams.

But Nuremberg is clearly not an ordinary team; both of their wingers are incredibly fast!

"Pass the ball to number 23!"

"Look at the name, Kan... Kandeas!"

"That Kandias is really fast!"

"Damn, it looks like Dem is too late to get back on defense!"

"Hao Ren hasn't returned from the attacking third yet!"

"This looks like something bad is going to happen!"

"Kandeas, pass the ball to Schöpf!"

"Just attack!"

Schöpf's shot was very clean, but his angle wasn't quite right.

Nuremberg's shot was saved by the Leipzig goalkeeper!

Compper tried to clear the ball, but Leipzig's striker on the other side beat him to it.

Snapped!

"GOOO-AAAA-LLLL!!!"

The atmosphere reached a climax as the announcer called out the name of the goal scorer.

The home team has equalized!

"Damn, I knew it!"

Wang Chao was furious as he watched the Nuremberg players celebrating on the screen.

"Leipzig's style of play is too dangerous. If even one player on the opposing team can get going, Leipzig will be in a lot of trouble."

"Hao Ren... no, can the haters in the live stream please stop calling him that? They always expect Hao Ren to defend everything. If you're so good at defending, why don't you go play yourself?"

38 minutes.

Having already struggled in the first two matches, and now conceding an equalizer, the Leipzig players on the field are somewhat disorganized.

Nuremberg seized the opportunity.

It was Candeas's dribbling breakthrough again.

Nuremberg failed to get a shot off this time, but Sebastian very politely conceded a penalty in the penalty area.

boom!

Fürkluge's penalty kick turned the tide for Nuremberg!

"Wow!!!!"

"FCN! FCN! FCN!"

Bang bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

With the score going from a 1-0 lead to a 1-2 deficit, the Leipzig players' mental state is currently in a terrible state.

"Good."

Kimmich came over from behind and apologized to Hao Ren: "It was my mistake just now."

"call……"

Hao Ren didn't blame Kimmich for the defensive mistake, but simply sighed, "Mr. Goodman is under a lot of pressure right now..."

[Holy crap, did the bookmakers buy out the Leipzig players?]

[Give me my money back! Fuck you, I'm not playing anymore! Rangnick is a complete piece of trash!]

Don't rush, there's still the second half. That's when Hao Hao will really shine!

[Brothers, hurry up and tag @HaoRen on Tieba, he might see it during halftime!]

[Chao-ge, hurry up and send Hao Ren a QQ message, or we'll lose!]

"Beep, beep beep—!!!"

At halftime, the dejected Leipzig players returned to the locker room.

Despite having won five consecutive games, recent matches have shown that the 5. Bundesliga is far more complex than Leipzig players imagined!

Rangnick was also extremely nervous, drawing on the tactics board.

Hao Ren listened intently, wanting to see if there were any suitable breakthroughs in the second half, but then his backpack, which was placed beside his feet, kept vibrating. Undoubtedly, it was his phone making the noise.

"..."

Hao Ren pulled up his backpack and hid it behind Kimmich, then took out his phone when Rangnick wasn't looking.

The signal in the locker room isn't very good, but receiving some text messages is still fine.

[@14-year-old mid-laner wants to go pro, Hao Qiuwang, can you turn things around in the second half? We're about to explode!]

[@A 14-year-old mid-laner wants to go pro. Mr. Goodman, please, save us!]

[Hao Ren, are you looking at Tieba? If you see this, could you please reply? I bought Leipzig shares and I'm really worried!]

[Hao Qiu Wang, if you win this match, I'll just AFK and give you all the points if we get matched against you in League of Legends!]

"Goodness, what's going on?"

Kimmich urged Hao Ren in a low voice, signaling him to hurry up.

The two men's actions were so strange that it seemed like Rangnick would soon realize what was going on.

"Oh, it's nothing."

[14-year-old mid-laner wants to go pro: Mr. Goodman is working hard]

After replying to the message, Hao Ren quickly stuffed his phone back into his backpack.

"What's wrong?"

"My fans are looking for me."

"Why are the fans looking for you?"

"They bet on us to win, and told me to try harder. Otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?"

"Otherwise, they might die."

"..."

Kimmich's pupils dilated suddenly.

and so……

Actually, Mr. Goodman is the one under the most pressure in the Leipzig team.

"Fuck, Goode, I had no idea you had this mission. But... the games your fans bet on shouldn't concern you, right?"

"No."

Hao Ren shook his head, looked into Kimmich's eyes, and solemnly replied, "We cannot stand by and watch someone die."

!!!

"Beep!!!"

The game quickly moved into the second half.

Rangnick's midfield adjustments were quite effective. The German coach accurately shut down Nuremberg's flanks through his on-field decisions, and Candeas and Füllkrug are now both contained!

boom!

"come over!"

After making the interception, he looked for Kimmich, and Sebastian passed the ball to him.

Kimmich's ball handling was very detailed; he received the ball while simultaneously shaking off a defender.

Taking advantage of Schöpf's moment of instability, Kimmich delivered a pass, successfully nutmegging the Nuremberg attacking midfielder.

I rely on!

Chicken Bro!

Hao Ren's eyes lit up.

Realizing this was his chance, Hao Ren quickly went to get the ball.

Use your body to hold off the defender!

Hao Ren won this physical confrontation!

It's not over yet; the most crucial time for advancement is now!

[François de Jong's ball-handling and advancing style]!

"Oh!!!"

Amidst gasps of surprise from the crowd, Hao Ren advanced nearly 30 meters with the ball, almost reaching the Nuremberg penalty area.

Hao Ren spotted Poulsen cutting inside from the right and prepared to slowly raise his right arm.

The direction he was pointing was...

Nuremberg is a restricted area!

boom!

[Tonik Rose through ball template (expert)]

Proficiency: 198/300

A low through ball was deflected by Hao Ren, and the ball flew past the center-back's knee.

Poulsen, who had cut inside, was in position at that moment and bent down to head the ball.

"GOOOO-AAAA-LLLLL!!!"

"Goal!"

"Goal, guys!"

"Hao Ren's assist!"

"Damn! 2-2! The score is tied!"

"Holy crap, that's awesome!"

"No, really? Is that Hao Ren himself replying to messages on the forum?"

Switching screens to open Baidu Tieba, Wang Chao entered the homepage of the user "14-year-old mid-laner wants to play professionally".

The user's level is not low, and there are no other special symbols besides numbers and Chinese characters.

This is Hao Ren himself!

The game continues.

After the score was tied, the situation on the field almost completely shifted in favor of the away team.

"No, it feels like there's actually a chance, guys."

"The bookmakers are trying to cheat us out of our money, but Mr. Goodman disagrees!"

……