A goalkeeper can destroy the forward line of a strong German second-tier team!

It is impossible for anyone to believe that a goalkeeper of a football team, just by defending the goal, would make a team that attacked almost the strongest in the German Second Division panic.

It was another quick attack, but Fryce suddenly felt a sudden slap in his heart when he saw Wu Feng standing in front of the goal and staring at him coldly. Although he was already in the small penalty area and the defense players around him had no intention of defending him, he still felt that this opportunity was not good. After all, the central defender of the substitute team was quite strong and blocked his sight.

So he decided to pass the football to Tim.

Sure enough, Wu Feng's eyes moved to Tim with the football, and Fryce finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Tim will give you this ball."

"Damn, you guy, why are you passing me? You don't shoot like that!" After Tim received the football, although there was no one around him, he looked around and didn't make any moves. He is now outside the penalty area, and he can't even shoot in the small penalty area. He is not good at long shots.

So he followed the trend and the football rushed to the other side. It was Federico who was quickly following up. He had entered the penalty area. This was something he had explained countless times. As a qualified professional player, how could he not strictly implement the head coach's tactics?

"My grass, what are you two doing?" Federico couldn't help but curse after receiving the football ball. Today, he had nearly ten shots in the penalty area and hit the goal frame. This has performed very well, but is it useful?

There is no threat at all. The goalkeeper chose to knock the ball away from a close range shot, but he held his long shot steadily in his hand. A discerning person can tell who has a strong threat at a glance. Anyway, whoever has the better chance will shoot.

So Federico made another straight pass. When the defender was too lazy to stretch his feet, the football flipped around outside the penalty area and returned to Tim's feet.

Similarly, Wu Feng's cold eyes moved back to Tim. Even in the scorching sun, Tim actually felt a hint of chill on his neck.

Wu Feng didn't know what kind of pressure he put on them. He just felt strange. He shot like a tiger before, but now he was actually falling down in front of the goal. Should you shoot or not?

It seemed that when he heard what Wu Feng was thinking, Tim gritted his teeth and kicked the ball to the bottom of the left side of the goal with all his strength. However, it was not unexpected that the ball still did not break through Wu Feng's ten-finger mark.

"Beep!" After Tim's shot, Ralph finally blew the whistle at the end of the game. He couldn't wait to go to the sidelines to see the recorder's record data. Head coach Becker had already stood there, but Becker had already started to be stunned ten minutes ago.

55 shots and 38 shots are right. The main team has a ball possession rate of 80%, and there are as many as 15 corner kicks. What a gorgeous set of data.

If you don’t look at the final score, everyone has only one impression when they see this data. This game is probably a slaughter, 9:0?

Or 10:0?

The score of 0:0 made Wu Feng completely conquered everyone in the stadium. When the whistle sounded, Karlsruhe breathed a sigh of relief. If they continued to play, they would have to doubt whether they were suitable for football. Especially Tim, Freis, Capalani and others, they felt that they were almost breathless.

Is this the one who wants to be our teammates?

Yes, he is here to try our training. When Netim thinks this, the gloom in his heart is swept away. He doesn't want to compete with Wu Feng anymore. That feeling is like a devil, making people terrible. But when he thinks that his opponent is about to face Wu Feng, he feels relieved.

Tim, with a strange smile on his face, walked to Wu Feng, patted his shoulder friendly, and stretched out his thumb: "Beautiful job, buddy, you almost don't know how to play football!"

Tim already regarded Wu Feng as his teammate, and the members of Karlsruhe team also reacted and came forward one by one to greet Wu Feng.

Although Mr. Becker has not expressed his intention to keep Wu Feng, they are sure that Wu Feng can stay.

If Wu Feng is let go, then Becker will be blind. With such a Dinghai Shenjian in the backcourt, they will definitely be able to advance to the First Division this season.

Of course, head coach Becker was not blind. As soon as the team's game ended, he asked Howard to bring Wu Feng to his office to discuss the contract.

"A weekly salary of 6,000 euros? A game fee of 500 euros? A prize of 300 euros without conceding goals? Nothing else?" Wu Feng frowned at the conditions proposed by Becker, but he quickly felt relieved. He had never played any official game and his strength had not been fully verified.

"It's 6,000 euros after tax!" Howard explained to him from the side, and saw Wu Feng frowning slightly, he immediately said.

Wu Feng did not have much opinion on this first professional contract, and he was not short of money to spend. It was just that the three years of signing the contract made him hesitate. After experiencing his previous life, he knew very well that after Karlsruhe Club was promoted to the First Division next year, many heroes sold them at high prices, resulting in almost returning to the Second Division next year.

What he hopes is to sign a contract for two years, and then take advantage of the third year to find a better and more ambitious team. He doesn't want to keep it here all the time.

So he said to coach Becker: "Mr. Becker, I have no requirements for annual salary, but is this three-year contract a bit long?"

"Oh, Wu, why do you think so? Three years are just the time for you to prove to the world. It is great for you and us."

Wu Feng thought about it, too. Karlsruhe was his first team, and he was more satisfied with being able to bring it to the top. He also wanted to try to see if he could change the original trajectory, otherwise how his ideal would be realized, so he agreed to sign for three years.

Hearing that Wu Feng agreed to his conditions, Becker happily took out all the red wine he had treasured for more than ten years. Becker believed that with Wu Feng, they would definitely be promoted to the Bundesliga this season.

If Wu Feng is still willing to stay in the team then, then the Champions League is no longer a luxury. Maybe they can still upgrade to three levels in a row and create a miracle.

Although the player is very famous, it is very likely to transfer, but Becker has been in the football world for so many years and has seen many separations. Even Oliver Kahn and Sauer have transferred from Karlsruhe to Bayern?
Chapter completed!