From the Country Team To the Rich

Chapter 558: Own goals

Chapter 558 Own goal

The whole Sinsheim was shaken. A large number of fans ran into the street from their homes and bars. They cheered and shouted, ‘Hoffenheim! Long live'.

Tonight's Hoffenheim fans are simply so happy.

This is a script they never expected.

On the stage of the Europa League final, it was Hoffenheim who took the lead.

Although this is a balloon dribble, it is also a goal!

Why doesn’t luck stand on the side of the Red Factory?

In the eyes of Hoffenheim fans, this in itself is the result of hard work.

Hoffenheim’s aggressive attack was exchanged for this goal.

That's right! That's how it should be interpreted.

Baku City, Azerbaijan’s Olympic Stadium, the stadium with a capacity of 100,000 people is already boiling.

More than 30,000 Hoffenheim fans cheered heartily.

Their excitement infected the neutral fans, and some Baku local fans also began to join them, which caused the momentum to become more and more shocking.

As the hero of the goal, Habur has already been crushed by his teammates.

"Pretty!"

"Awesome!"

"We are ahead!"

"God!"

Hoffenheim players are also ecstatic, this goal made their morale soar.

In the previous time, Hoffenheim was not particularly comfortable playing, which also caused their morale to fluctuate.

But with this goal, the situation has begun to lean towards Hoffenheim.

They are ahead.

But they can score more goals.

Everyone folded into arhats, and Hubble was pressed at the bottom, making a humming movement.

But no one cares about him at all, they are all in ecstasy.

In contrast, the red factory on the other side is bleak.

Roske looked at the goal with a dull face.

He maintains a standing posture and can even feel the touch of the ball on his toes.

But he swears, how much he hopes all this is a dream!

What a stupid thing he did.

Own goals!

He scored a stupid goal!

At this moment, Rosk felt that he was abandoned by the world.

Above the stadium, in the VIP stands, two cloud-suffering figures are also looking down.

Zhang Xian's tight body is slowly relaxing.

Since Hoffenheim scored, he has become relaxed, smoking a cigarette leisurely, with a little playful taste; "This is the central defender that the Red Factory wants to sell to us?"

Mark Van Dino would naturally not distract the boss, he smiled and said; "Roske's condition is indeed declining. This is why the Red Factory wants to be eager to take a shot, but after this game, he wants to buy Rosk's. There should be fewer people."

Zhang now nodded and said: "After this goal, can the red factory turn over?"

Regarding this, Mark Van Dino pondered for a moment, and said; "The reason why the rich are rich, their tenacity is a key attribute."

"Just like when we faced Munich in 1900, this kind of tenacity is the commonality of every giant, and Red Factory, as a Premier League giant, will naturally not lack this attribute, not to mention that the old professor is not so. It's easy to deal with."

Zhang Xian smiled and said: "Steven seems to need this Europa League champion very much."

Mark Van Dino said helplessly; "Who told Christopher to lead the team to the Champions League final, this puts a lot of pressure on Steven."

It is said that the better the predecessor, the greater the pressure on the incumbent.

Christopher is very good, even too good.

This, even with Steven, will continue to prove yourself.

Otherwise, the day Hoffenheim fans start to miss Christopher, he will be completely lost.

Unless his achievements can be compared to Christopher, or surpass the opponent.

Otherwise, it is still difficult for him to get the support of all fans in Hoffenheim.

35 minutes, Hoffenheim scored the leading goal, 10 minutes before the end of the first half.

A key point in these 10 minutes, the Red Factory must want to tie the score in the first half.

If you switch to another team, you might be on the defensive.

But Hoffenheim is obviously not this kind of team, they still choose to attack.

The coaches of the two teams are already on the sidelines, and the heat of the arena makes them unable to sit down at ease.

Look at the changing rhythm in the court and the big game of attack.

The two head coaches are also up and down.

"The game has entered a fever pitch! Both teams are attacking like crazy!"

"The Red Factory wants to tie the score, they can't accept to start the second half of the game with a backward situation!"

"And Hoffenheim is very greedy, they want to continue to expand the score, of course it may also be the characteristics of this team!"

"The Bundesliga fans know very well that Hoffenheim is a team that will not back down in the face of Munich 1900! This season, it kicked the league champion of Munich 1900!"

"Hoffenheim like this, I think we need to look forward to it!"

Red Factory’s offense was extremely sharp, much more aggressive than in the first half.

And interspersed a lot of long distance passes.

They have run out of time, the first half is about to end, they have to tie the score as soon as possible.

But Hoffenheim puts the same pressure on them.

One side is offense and the other side is defense.

This makes the nerves of both teams tense, and even a slack will lead to mistakes.

"Offensive!"

"Shovel him!"

"Don't come back!"

"Go up! Press up!"

"Come back! Hurry up!"

Calling in the arena, one after another.

English, German, Spanish, etc., they communicate in different languages.

Each player's breathing became rapid, but they did not forget to communicate.

The frequency of counterattacks is very fast, almost twice a minute.

In the accelerating rhythm, Hoffenheim was also driven. They were no longer limited to short passes on the ground, and frequently used the long passes and dribbling of the two full-backs to launch counterattacks.

Attack! Fight back! On offense! Fighting back!

The fans at the scene were dazzled.

If the previous game was slow to fall asleep, then the current pace is so fast that your heart beats faster.

Every shot and every breakthrough will be frightening.

No one knows that a shot will complete the goal.

But the offensive momentum of the two teams is too strong.

Ten minutes passed unconsciously. When the referee blew the midfield whistle, the breath held by the two teams was exhaled.

At this moment, many people feel dizzy.

10 minutes of continuous high-intensity squeezing of physical energy made their bodies a little unbearable.

But the Red Factory has no choice. They need to tie the score.

But they couldn't understand why Hoffenheim was so desperate, obviously the leading side, so he played so fiercely.

Instead, they have already passively defended.