The players of God's Team were furious when they saw this comment.
"Is it because we don't want to go up and play?"
"Have you figured out the truth?"
At first, Zhang Hao and others would explain in the comment area, but every time they said something, hundreds of people would insult them below.
There are even personal attacks.
Gradually, both the players and fans of Team God have remained silent on the Internet.
The power of public opinion is powerful, but it also has no sense of direction. Like a flood, it destroys everything it goes.
Suddenly, in the eyes of many fans who did not know the truth, the Gods' team became an unscrupulous team that took advantage of the Wild Boars' popularity and hoped that they would lose to Bayern Munich.
Although Linjiang Town fans who knew the truth wanted to support the Gods' team, they were powerless in the face of the flood of negative comments.
Shenhai City, in a villa in a wealthy area.
Zhao Yanjun held the mobile phone in his hand, his lips trembling slightly.
On the screen, the contents of the private messages that were constantly refreshing were like needles pricking her heart.
"Zhao Yanjun, aren't you just a female star who relies on your face to make a living? Do you have any say in the matter of the God Team?"
"Sing your song well and don't meddle in other people's business!"
"You're not interested in any player from the God's Team, are you? The athlete must have a very good body."
"Go to hell! Bitchi! Why do you support scum like Team God?"
Zhao Yanjun's tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
Mother Zhao sat next to her and held her in her arms.
"Yan Jun, listen to my mother's advice and stop getting involved in those team matters. It will affect your career development!"
Hearing his mother's words, Zhao Yanjun shook his head: "Mom! Mr. Gao from the God Team helped us! I can't just watch them being bullied!"
After saying that, Zhao Yanjun wiped away his tears, picked up his phone, and posted a new update.
"I, Zhao Yanjun, will always support Team God! The team that plays Bayern Munich should be them! The Wild Boars simply don't have the strength to defeat Bayern Munich!
"Only by letting God's team play can we defeat Bayern Munich and bring glory to Daxia!"
Zhao Yanjun held a resolute attitude and pressed the send button with trembling hands.
Two minutes passed.
To Zhao Yanjun's expectation, there were far fewer people insulting her this time.
…
At the home court of the Wild Boars, the cheers of the fans gradually calmed down.
The number on the courtside scoreboard changed to 1:3.
In just twenty minutes, Bayern Munich scored two more goals.
Most of the paid fans looked at me and you, looking a little unnatural.
"What happened? Bayern Munich seems to have changed 11 people. It's completely different from the strength they had when they first played."
"Probably...maybe... let's let the Wild Boars start at the beginning!"
"Then are we still shouting? After playing like this, is there any point in shouting "come on?"
"Shout. If you shout, you will get money. If you don't, you will get nothing."
Then, the voice of "Go Tigers" came to mind again on the field.
Gao Heguang stood near the center circle with dull eyes, looking at Bayern captain Fred who was walking past him.
"Why? Didn't we already agree?" Gao Heguang murmured.
Fred turned around and showed a faint smile: "What did you say?"
"We agreed to let us win." Gao Heguang's faces were full of confusion.
The smile on Fred's face grew brighter.
He stretched out his right index finger and put it to his mouth: "Real football is not spoken with the mouth, but kicked with the feet."
"The great Bayern Munich will not succumb to any off-field factors. Only losers will beg for victory from their opponents."
Gao Heguang's face turned livid, Fred's words were an insult to him.
"You are going too far!"
Fred's expression became serious: "When you want to buy Bayern Munich with money, you should have expected this result."
In the 31st minute of the game, the Wild Boars barely organized an attack.
Gao Heguang received a pass from his teammate on the right, stumbled to the Bayern Munich penalty area, and shot hard.
Being held in the arms of the Bayern Munich goalkeeper.
"Bang!"
The goalkeeper kicked the ball directly into the Wild Boars' half.
Bayern's No. 4 in the middle received the pass and took a few steps forward. When he encountered the Wild Boars' defense, he made a 45-degree pass and distributed the ball to the left wing.
Fred made consecutive stops, got rid of two defenders one after another, and started to attack the goal from the front of the penalty area.
The football drew a beautiful arc in the air and flew towards the goal.
The Wild Boars' goalkeeper jumped up and rushed to the right side of the goal.
The fingertips touched the football, but it did not change its direction.
The football flew into the net, and Bayern Munich led 4:1.
In the stands, Liu Kangan exclaimed: "The background of the wealthy club is indeed extraordinary. Whether it is the breakthrough ability of the players or the cooperation of the team, they are all top-notch.
"Even if a Super League team faces them, I'm afraid they won't be much better than the Wild Boars."
He Ying behind him nodded solemnly: "To reach such a level, Daxia still has a long way to go. It may not be achieved in ten years or even a hundred years."
Next to him, Gao Yongyi narrowed his eyes and looked at Miao Jianyi with a cold gaze.
"Miao, didn't you say everything was done?"
Miao Jianyi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said quickly: "Vice President Gao, you shouldn't! I personally contacted Bayern's captain Fred about this matter, and the money has already been sent."
"Then tell me, what's going on now?" Gao Yongyi said coldly.
Miao Jianyi swallowed: "I'll go talk to that Fred during the intermission."
Gao Yongyi snorted coldly, stood up and left the stands.
Behind him, Miao Jianyi could neither leave nor leave. He was in a dilemma.
At this time, he was very panicked. The 12 million euros sent to Bayern Munich were almost all his assets.
If the Wild Boars don't win the game and offend Gao Yongyi, then the gain outweighs the loss.
Miao Jianyi sat back on his chair and stared at the game on the court eagerly.
He still harbored the slightest illusion that he could convince Fred during the halftime break to let them continue to let loose.
…
In the 45th minute of the game, Bayern Munich launched another attack.
The No. 7 player on the right wing drove straight in and came to the bottom line.
Cross the ball with your kick and drop it in front of the goal.
Bayern's No. 4 in the midfield scrambled for the first goal. Instead of attacking the goal directly, he headed the ball to the back post.
Fred, who was inserted in the middle, didn't wait for the football to fall and swung his right leg backwards at high speed.
Volley!
"Bang!"
The football flew toward the goal at high speed, making bursts of sound.
The referee blew the whistle to confirm that the goal was scored, and the scoreboard on the sidelines read 1:5.