I am Crazy About Money in Football

In any case, this is an opportunity to brush money to burst, and it should not be given up.

Ye Feng thought about it carefully and analyzed how to make as much money as possible.

If he and Kroos play the same amount of time, based on that, there is a lot of room for manoeuvre.

First of all, the two super valuable data of goals and assists do not need to be considered for the time being. After all, he has almost no ability to assist, and even if he has the nirvana of Huaxia Heavy Artillery, the problem is that Kroos' long-range shots are by no means covered.

There is no need to calculate the red card and the yellow card. When the red card is shown, the gods retreat, and even if Ye Feng can apply for a yellow card, can you guarantee that Cross will not take the card when defending?

It seems that shooting and dribbling don’t need to be counted on. I don’t have the tactical freedom of Cross, and it is impossible to fire unscrupulously. However, Cross is stronger than him in any way.

In terms of the total number of passes and the pass success rate, he is even less able to compare with Kroos, who is the playmaker.

The data that can really make Ye Feng max out is actually a defense-related attribute.

Steals, interceptions, clearances, top fights, plus fouls, and running distance, these are the data Ye Feng wants to focus on.

Not to mention that the playing time is roughly the same as that of Cross, as long as it is not too much less than Cross, Ye Feng is confident to surpass Cross in these data.

After all, Kroos is an organizer. Although it cannot be said that he has no defensive ability, it is destined that he will not invest too much energy in defense. This is Ye Feng's opportunity.

As for the running distance, it is half-time if you die anyway. As long as Ye Feng spreads his feet and runs to the death after playing, there should be a high chance that he will run more distance than Cross.

What if it's all ineffective running?

The money you get is real.

Ye Feng has already estimated how much money he can madly spend in this game!

That's ten times as much!

He seemed to have seen the beautiful sight of bundles of euros submerging himself.

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In the evening, the Abby Stadium was full of hustle and bustle.

Ye Feng sat quietly on the bench to watch the game. Bayern's second team, who played away, firmly took the initiative under Kroos' strategy. Before the first half was over, they were already two goals ahead of Wuppertal, who was playing at home. .

I have to admit that Cross's strength is absolutely outstanding on the field.

With his control in midfield, Bayern's second team has an obvious advantage.

However, what Ye Feng cares about now is the data obtained by Cross.

There was one assist, but no goal, and the rest of the data, Ye Feng couldn't count.

This made Ye Feng see hope.

Originally, he did not intend to surpass Kroos in assists, but since Kroos did not score a goal, wouldn't he have developed a Chinese heavy artillery after coming off the bench.

A goal can make oneself 2w euros. If the coefficient is multiplied by 10, it is 20w euros.

You know, in the last game on the bench, I only swiped 5w euros. This data is worth four games.

Ye Feng couldn't help but put his hands together and began to pray silently.

"Kroos must not score!"

"Kroos must not score!"

"Kroos must not score!"

Important things to pray three times.

Well, it seems that doing so is a bit dark, but Ye Feng can't care so much.

Anyway, it’s just a goal for a second-tier team. Presumably Kroos doesn’t care, it doesn’t matter at all.

Contento, who was sitting next to Ye Feng on the bench, looked at Ye Feng curiously and couldn't help asking, "Are you praying for the team to win?"

"No, you think too much,

I just have ADHD! "Ye Feng gave Contento a white look and said angrily.

Contento looked at Ye Feng thoughtfully, then moved his hips calmly and sat a little further away from Ye Feng, thinking that he was afraid that Ye Feng would wind up and hurt himself.

Seeing Dao Contento's actions, Ye Feng was even more speechless, thinking that it is no wonder that this guy can only be a substitute for Alaba even if he is older than Alaba, his brain is not good!

Ignoring Contento, Ye Feng continued to observe Cross's performance, which was seriously related to his own gains.

It is also very interesting to say that Kroos also seems to want to gain something in the game, so he frequently shoots the ball with the ball, especially after the team takes the lead, he has no worries, and sometimes rushes harder than the striker.

But the problem is, it seems that the goddess of fate does not favor him today. After several attempts, he has always missed the goal.

"Could it be that my prayers worked?" Ye Feng couldn't help grinning, thinking happily.

Looking at Cross's dark blue face, Ye Feng was not depressed at all.

He feels that he should thank Kroos. If he hadn't been transferred from the first team to the second team, where would he have the chance to smash the euro in this game?

Good man!

Just when Ye Feng couldn't help feeling emotional, Grande, the head coach of the second team, beckoned to him.

"Go warm up, play in the second half, and perform well!"

Grande's voice sounded like heavenly sounds to Ye Feng, even if this sound of heavenly sounds came from the mouth of a sloppy uncle, it felt a bit inconsistent.

"Don't worry, sir!" Ye Feng almost promised him a salute.

"Well, cooperate well, Kroos focuses on offense, you have to take more responsibility in defense, I don't want the team to concede goals in the second half." Grande continued to exhort.

Then, Ye Feng never heard what Grande was saying.

Grande's words just kept echoing in his mind-

"You cooperate well..."

"You cooperate well..."

"You cooperate well..."

......

Ye Feng is about to cry!

Nima!

Cross isn't coming off?

At this moment, he is unlovable!

Grande looked at Ye Feng, who seemed to have fallen into sluggishness, and thought that Ye Feng was too excited because he was about to appear on the stage. He just smiled, patted his shoulder for encouragement, and had a "you don't need to be too moved" expression on his face.

As everyone knows, the MMP in Ye Feng's heart is about to swear. Looking at Grande's back, Ye Feng has an urge to die with Grande.

Labor money!

You can insult me, but you can't delay me from brushing money!

Originally, Ye Feng planned to make a mad brush in this game, but now it seems that this beautiful idea may be cold.

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