From the Country Team To the Rich

  Chapter 229 The Terrifying Morsi

  Hoffenheim VS Dortmund has not yet started, and the two commentators have begun to warm up.

  In Germany, due to the sudden rise of the dark horse Hoffenheim, the ratings of this German Cup are unusually high.

  Many people and fans are deeply curious about whether the Hoffenheim country team can continue to move forward.

  In order to cater to the needs of the audience and to exaggerate the importance of the program, two commentators were specially invited to explain the game together.

   "The starting lineups have been announced on both sides."

Willis explained: "On Dortmund's side, due to the pressure of the Champions League this weekend, they had to remove the main players. There are only three starters on the starting list. Except for Morsi who can guarantee offense, the other two main players They are all defensive players, and it can be said that they are half giving up, but even so, Dortmund is still a difficult opponent for Hoffenheim."

   "This is not necessarily true!"

Polly’s voice was slightly louder and said: “I admit that Dortmund is very strong, but football is a game in which various data determines the outcome, team morale, player status, stadium atmosphere, etc., all of which affect the outcome of the game. I admit that there is a hard power gap between Hoffenheim and Dortmund, but this does not mean that miracles will not happen!"

   "In fact, Hoffenheim has been doing miracles all the way, so why can't they go further?!"

   Looking at Polly, who looked excited beside him, Willis frowned secretly, and he gently touched the opponent with his foot under the table.

  Poli also recovered from this, and began to shift the topic to other places.

  At this time, the director’s reprimand came from the two earphones.

   "Don't mix subjective emotions, bastards, do you want to be violently beaten by angry fans?!"

  Willis was silent. He knew this was a warning given to Polly by the director.

  I have to say that Polly’s commentary has begun to lean towards Hoffenheim, and he always feels that this guy is about to get into trouble.

  At this time, on the big screen, both players have come to their respective positions.

  The expressions of the Dortmund players are very relaxed. For them, the priority of the German Cup is not high, and it is no longer within the season goal. For this reason, they do not particularly value this game.

   And the opponent is still a low-level rural team like Hoffenheim.

  There is no underestimation at all, which is impossible.

  Although they didn't show up, they didn't think they would lose to a hillbilly team.

  Mursi stood at the forefront of the team. He looked at the familiar faces in the opposite half, with a mixed mood.

  These are all partners and teammates who were once half-time.

  But three years have passed, and they are now their own masters and have become rivals in the arena.

  Through the crowd, Morsi saw Gray.

  Compared to three years ago, Gray has matured a lot, has a strong body, and has a beard on his chin, adding a touch of majesty.

  His eyes were fixed on Dortmund's goal, his hands were naturally lowered, his fingers were bent and his thumbs pressed the joints, accompanied by the movement of ‘click.’

  Mursi knew that this was a sign that his friend was in a high degree of concentration.

  Taking a deep breath, Morsi walked towards the center circle.

  In this game, he will go all out.

  Beep! ! !

  The referee blew the opening whistle and Morsi was about to pass the ball back, but he suddenly jumped out.

  But he just jumped two steps when he was blocked by a huge figure.

   "I won't let you play too easily!"

  Kira stared at Morsi ferociously.

  He knows that this is the super shooter of Hoffenheim, but now they are opponents.

  Kira’s task in this game is to stare at Morsi throughout the game.

   Seeing that Kira always followed him, Morsi slowed down and began to walk around the back line.

  Kira did not dare to be careless.

  Mursi patted Kira on the shoulder and said, "Don't be nervous, I've heard of you!"

  Kira was a little excited. Now Morsi is a star. Although he is not his idol, it is also an honor to be remembered by Morsi.

  But he shook his head quickly, he couldn't be distracted.

  In response, Morsi smiled, he turned his head and looked at the circle in his eyes, and said; "You have very good physical fitness and a strong body, but you have a shortcoming."

  Kira asked subconsciously: "What?"

  At this moment, Morsi suddenly started, relying on the explosive force, he instantly pulled away.

  At the same time, the ball passed to Morsi's feet accurately.

  Faced with Silva's defense, Morsi barely paused, touched the ball with his thigh and wiped it into the penalty area.

   Seeing this scene, the two commentators on German TV exclaimed.

  Willis; "Beautiful! World-class stop!"

  Poly: "Danger!!!"

  Mursey stopped and rushed directly into the penalty area.

  Hoffenheim’s two central defenders were shocked, and Tydal and Barria surrounded him instantly.

  At this time, Morsi raised his thigh and made a shot.

   "Block him!!"

  Tydal was almost lying in front of Morsi, trying to block the ball.

  But at this juncture, Morsi will make a vain shot, raised his right foot, put it down again, and gently knocked towards the ball, and he took a step towards the right.

   just one step out of the shooting space.

  Sucked!

  The alarm bell in the minds of all Hoffenheim people rang violently.

  Mursi had already completed the shooting action again, the ball sprinted towards the tricky angle on the right, and penetrated into the net with a scream.

   "Goal!!!!!!"

   Willis yelled abruptly; "From Morsi, great goal!"

  "This is the ability of a super shooter. He is always so calm at critical moments. Whether it is a world-class stop or his choice in the penalty area, he has shown excellent form."

   "With Morsi's goal, Dortmund leads Hoffenheim away!"

   Dortmund scored the first goal, which is very bad news for Hoffenheim.

  After scoring a goal, Morsi slowly got up and faced the swarming Dortmund players, he did not choose to celebrate.

  In the Koch stand, Jurgen Bauer, Lawrence, Mrs. Wendy, Old Dink and others who stood at the forefront were staring at this scene dumbfounded.

  I don’t know who it is, and suddenly said: "What a great deal!"

  Everyone felt a huge sense of identity for a time!

powerful!

  Strong and frightening!

  Mursi, who had just left Hoffenheim, could not do that.

  But after experiencing in the top arena, Morsi's abilities have been fully developed.

  He is no longer the poor boy in that artisan shop.

  He is truly the world’s top striker!

   "So, why did we sell him at the time!" Old Dink felt that he had become lemon essence, and his heart was sour.

  The invincible striker in front of him once belonged to Hoffenheim, which made him feel faintly sad.

   "There is no way, Morsi wanted to leave at the time!" Mrs. Wendy sighed similarly.

   Jurgen Bauer pursed his mouth; "You said, can we buy him back, now we are rich!"

   "This is not something that money can do!" Lawrence shook his head and said; "If you are used to the delicacies of mountains and seas, would you still choose to come back to eat corn paste?"

   Mrs. Wendy immediately said unhappy; "My corn paste is delicious!"

  Lawrence said with a headache: "I'm just a metaphor!"

  He shook his head and said, "Since we know it's impossible, then let's not embarrass this child."

   "Applause, this goal is beautiful!"

  Papa Papa Papa! ! !

  Sparse applause first sounded from the Koch stand.

  And this seemed to be a signal, and soon the fans in the audience applauded the goal.

   Applause was everywhere. Although Dortmund was their opponent, they had to admit that the goal was very beautiful.

  This goal is worthy of their hard slap.

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