aircannonsinc Chapter 122 Waaaaah, praise to Mr. Goodman!
Chapter 122 Waaaaah, praise to Mr. Goodman!
Chapter 122 Waaaaah, kuaaaah, kuaaaah, kuaaaah! (Bonus chapter for monthly tickets, please vote!)
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What the heck?!
[Hao Jun! You've stepped up again!]
[This is unbelievable! Are the guys who bought Bayern Munich tickets going to jump off a building? Who can handle this? Those who don't believe Mr. Goodman will be fined; now I know what that means.]
[Awesome! Awesome!!!]
"Good!!"
Poulsen and Halstenberg knelt on the grass, touching Hao Ren's nose with their heads and roaring loudly.
But that still doesn't seem to be enough.
Paulsen tried to kiss Hao Ren's hair, but his head bumped into Keita instead.
"Depend on!"
It hurt a little, but that didn't stop Poulsen from celebrating.
"It's a tie! Goode, 3-3!"
"Do you need to tell me?! I know!"
Hao Ren pushed hard with both hands and finally squeezed his teammate off him.
The starting players were pushed out, but the substitutes quickly came on.
Hao Ren, who was just about to stand up, was pushed down again.
"Depend on!"
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"Wow!!!!"
【93 "HaoRen"】
The goal, scored at 92 minutes and 20 seconds, was officially counted as the 93rd minute.
This gave many fans who were new to the game the illusion that Hao Ren's second goal was scored after stoppage time!
Good man!
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Good man!
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"Lobe Mr. Goodman!"
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Frustrated Bayern players!
And there's Guardiola, clutching his head in fury!
It's a bit hard to accept, but that's the truth.
The mighty Bayern Munich were held to a draw by their opponents!
And it was in the last minute before the end of the game!
Gritting his teeth, Guardiola glanced to the side.
Seeing Rangnick's excited expression up close, the Bayern coach sighed and finally sat back down in his chair.
"I don't know what to say."
Upon hearing this, assistant coach Torrent put his hand on Guardiola's shoulder.
I didn't say anything, but I'll take this gesture as a form of comfort.
"The score is 3-3!"
"The game is now in the 94th minute, which means that as soon as Götze takes the ball, the game will be over."
"Whoosh!"
"Beep, beep beep—!!!"
"The match is over!"
On the big screen, Leipzig players were seen running wildly across the grass with their arms outstretched, showing no signs of exhaustion.
Mr. Goodman's great goal gave them an adrenaline rush!
"Wir sind Leipzig, Rasenballsport Leipzig! (We are Leipzig, RB Leipzig!)"
"Rot—Weiβ sind unsere Farben！ Wir werden niemals untergehen！ (Leipzig in red and white, we will never give up!)"
Good man!
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Boom!
"Good man!"
Bang bang bang!
The photographer on site carried his camera and slowly followed Hao Ren.
At the same time, a box popped up at the bottom of the screen.
【Hao Ren (10)】
[Goals (2), Assists (1)]
Goal participation rate: 100%
"Oh, this data!"
"Haha, the MVP should be decided. After all, Hao Ren was the only player in this game with two goals, and his stats were the best."
With 2 goals and 1 assist, and a 100% goal involvement rate, barring any major fouls, the MVP of this match is practically locked in.
Moreover, judging from the result of this match...
It's okay if Hao Ren loses one goal and one assist.
If he was the one who scored the equalizer in the 93rd minute, then he is rightfully the best player of the match!
Hey!
Hao Ren walked all the way down to the bottom of the presidential platform and found the international student fans who had shouted at him during halftime.
"Hao Ren!"
"Hao Qiuwang! Over here!"
They seemed to know that Hao Ren had come to see them, and waved to him on the spot.
Hao Ren took off his shirt in front of the camera and rolled it into a ball with his right hand.
Toss it upwards!
The jerseys scattered in the air and ultimately failed to reach the stands.
"Oh!"
"Shh!!!"
"Goodman, what's going on? Push harder!"
"Out of energy, Goodman!"
Leipzig fans on both sides started mocking him, leaving Hao Ren helplessly shrugging his shoulders.
"Hahaha!"
"Shh!!!"
Pick up the jersey and roll it into a ball again.
Throw it upwards again!
Although it was much higher this time, it still disintegrated in mid-air.
"Oh!!!"
"Mr. Goodman, you're exhausted after beating Bayern!"
"Come on, Mr. Goodman, or I'll come down and help you!"
Hao Ren refused the fans' suggestions for help and rolled up his jersey again.
Having learned from his previous two mistakes, this time he tied a knot in his clothes.
Throw it upwards!
"Oh!"
One of the girls in the international student group grabbed the jersey.
Wow!
Clap clap clap!
Hao Ren breathed a sigh of relief.
"Goodman is amazing!"
"Bayern couldn't take three points from us!"
"Long live!"
"Long live Leipzig!"
The Leipzig fans at the stadium seemed to be too excited, with some even climbing out of the lowest tier of the stands.
The terrifying Leipzig fans teamed up to arrest Grandpa Niu!
And then they tossed Grandpa Cow into the sky!
Grandpa Cow flew up!
"Good man!"
Good man!
"6
"Lobe Mr. Goodman!"
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Wow!!!
Click, click, click!
Click, click, click!
On the podium in the center circle of the stadium, Hao Ren received the MVP trophy.
"Thanks."
"Actually, I really wanted to say that we almost won this game, but Bayern played just too well (bitter smile)."
Unlike usual, Hao Ren did not make any trash talk about his opponent in the post-match interview.
Because he also knew that Leipzig's victory in this match had a lot of luck involved.
"That last-minute goal was crucial. I think it was the most important goal of my season so far."
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Wow!!!
"Goodman! Goodman!"
The fans at the scene were so excited that Hao Ren and the reporter waited for a while before the cheers finally subsided.
"Mr. Goodman, it was clear that your performance in today's game could only be described as perfect. What makes you in such excellent form? You always seem to be able to perform at your best against strong teams."
"Haha, thank you."
Hao Ren nodded slightly: "Actually, it's nothing. Strong teams and weak teams are the same. Different tactical arrangements will lead to different results."
"As for my condition today—I do feel that I am in very good condition today."
"Is there any reason for this, Mr. Goodman? Could you share with the fans and tell us how you maintain such excellent performance?"
"It's nothing really."
Hao Ren shrugged: "Before the match started, everyone thought we would lose, and later I was also influenced by this public opinion."
Losing confidence before the competition even begins is a terrible thing.
"Later, Erend came to my comment section and started cursing at me. Yeah, you guys should know Erend. That guy is no good. He's the person I hate the most."
"Oh!!"
The moment Allen's name was mentioned, the atmosphere became lively again.
The Leipzig players, who were waiting for Hao Ren's interview on the field, began to suppress their laughter.
"So, Goodman, you mean you scored two goals and got one assist because Allende insulted you?"
The reporter's eyes widened.
"It's not entirely accurate, but it's not entirely wrong either."
"You know, I never thought he was right. But his statement that Leipzig would definitely lose suddenly gave me confidence."
Hao Ren touched his nose as he spoke, clearly indicating that he was lying.
Those familiar with Hao Ren's teammates can see it, such as Kimmich and Poulsen.
Hao Ren was indeed influenced by Allende.
But this influence has nothing to do with "confidence," but rather with "anger."
Mr. Goodman has a rage bar with a maximum value of 100 points.
Alan's few words had fueled Hao Ren's anger before the match, allowing the latter to unleash his full power during the game.
Anger gave Mr. Goodman great power.
However, he was unwilling to admit it on camera.
"After five rounds, Leipzig has three wins and two draws, remaining unbeaten. Goodman, in your opinion, how long can Leipzig's unbeaten record last?"
"this----"
Hao Ren took a deep breath and slowly opened his mouth.
"We've just arrived in the Bundesliga and are still unfamiliar with many things here. So I don't know when our unbeaten record will end."
Hao Ren chuckled: "Once I learn more about the Bundesliga, perhaps I can give you the answer then."
"Wow!!!!"
The crowd erupted in cheers.
The camera then pans to the large screen.
The screen displayed Hao Ren's official photos taken last month, with a gold "MVP" logo next to the photos.
"You're fucking amazing!"
Back in the locker room, Poulsen bumped chests with Hao Ren: "I thought we wouldn't make it, but you just rammed it in, haha!"
"As expected, you still need me to score goals!"
"Get lost!"
Hao Ren pushed Poulsen into Werner's arms: "If only your shots in the second half had been a little more accurate, we wouldn't have had to wait until stoppage time to equalize. Your shots were rubbish, Youssef, not even a hair on Mr. Goodman's head."
"It's already a draw, so please stop joking with me!"
Paulsen and Hao Ren started shoving each other.
Although he was putting on a brave face, judging from his demeanor, Poulsen clearly appreciated Hao Ren's performance in the match.
2 goals, 1 assist, rating 8.8.
Well, I doubt anyone could disagree with this data.
Hao Ren ate the tip of a banana and sat down on the stool.
Glug!
Looking up, Hao Ren realized his teammates were all staring at him, and he felt a little embarrassed.
"This—Yusuf, aren't you going to say something?"
"No, judging from your expression, aren't you about to say something?"
Hao Ren's teammates thought he was going to say something, but it turned out he just wanted to find a more comfortable sitting position.
"Alright, I'll do it."
Paulsen took a sip of water.
"During the preparation period, no one was optimistic about us, thinking we were too hasty."
"No, that means they don't think it's a good idea!"
Hao Ren interjected, "There are still many people who believe we can avoid relegation. They just didn't expect us to go five games unbeaten."
"Hmm—that makes sense. Why don't you explain?"
"Oh, never mind then, you can continue, Yusuf!"
Paulsen's expression gradually turned serious.
"No one could have imagined our current results during the preparation period, not even ourselves."
"But we have indeed succeeded. In the new season, we have 3 wins and 2 draws in 5 league games, and we haven't lost a single game."
"I must say, this is the result of everyone's hard work, and Leipzig deserves this achievement!"
Wow!!!
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Clap clap clap!
A round of applause erupted in the room, and even Hao Ren, who was eating a banana, dropped it to create an atmosphere for Paulsen.
"Yusuf is absolutely right!"
"We must keep winning, keep going undefeated!"
At Poulsen's call, the players in the room stood up and gathered in the center.
"We have created enough miracles, but if we keep going, this miracle may just be the beginning."
"If Bayern can't stop us, then no team in the entire Bundesliga can!"
"come on!"
"come on!"
"come on!"
懂球帝战报：93分钟超级奇蹟！RB莱比锡主场3：3战平拜仁慕尼黑，郝仁2球1助最后半分钟完成绝平。
ESPN: After the Leipzig-Bayern match, MVP Goodman received an official rating of 8.8.
RB Leipzig official: HaoRen received a 9.8 rating from fans after the match, with 7.1 home fans participating in the online poll.
Sky Sports: With 2 goals and 1 assist against Bayern, Gudman's total league goals reached 5 after 5 rounds, temporarily ranking third in the top scorers list, behind only Lewandowski and Aubameyang.
I thought it would be a one-sided massacre, given Bayern's impressive form in recent seasons.
Unexpectedly, the "Mr. Goodman" who always likes to joke suddenly turned into a monster and managed to take a point from the powerful Bayern Munich.
The process and result of the match were both amazing, which led to Hao Ren easily becoming a trending topic on major German social media platforms after the match.
17 years old, €2500 million, 2 goals and 1 assist against Bayern Munich —
This is fucking awful!
Why didn't Bayern Munich and Dortmund buy these players sooner? What were they waiting for?
[Achievement: 64 LP in Gold tier (LP required for promotion: 350)]
[Mission Progress: Victory Points (0/50)]
A draw without any winning points is truly a sad thing.
But it doesn't matter, Hao Ren is still relatively optimistic, he never intended to take a victory point from Bayern.
There are still several games left this month, so he'll have plenty of opportunities to rack up points!
Considering the busy schedule for the rest of the month, Hao Ren's most important task now is to get a good night's sleep and get back in shape as much as possible before the next match.
However, Hao Ren just lay down on the bed and then sat up again.
It doesn't matter if I'm half an hour off from bedtime, I'll just browse Mr. Goodman's news first!
"Ding!"
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Ok?
Hao Ren picked up his phone and saw the vibration sound.
It's a message from Rangnick!
[Ralph: Stop scrolling through the news. I know you're great, but could you please go to sleep first, my esteemed Mr. Goodman?]
This is absolutely fucking ridiculous!
The following day, Dortmund defeated Hertha Berlin away from home.
The press conference after a win should have been relaxing, but Tuchel was instead subjected to difficulties.
—"I'll probably make some signings."
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—Are you interested in Mr. Goodman?
—"Mr. Goodman?"
—"Is this title...—is he some kind of artist?"
Here comes the classic moment.
The German journalists released the interview video again in Tuchel's presence.
"You made some disrespectful remarks about Goodman when you were unemployed last season, which is considered one of the reasons why he ultimately did not transfer to Dortmund."
"The player has performed exceptionally well in this season's Bundesliga and punished many teams with his formidable strength."
"Thomas (Tuchel), do you think you'll be Mr. Goodman's next target for punishment because of your inappropriate remarks last season?"
"As everyone knows, Mr. Goodman is ruthless and hates those who have offended him!"
this----
Tuher remained silent, only filled with regret.
He should have said less back then!