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Chapter 930: Goal! Roquel!

Chapter 930 Goal! Roquel!

Into the 30 minutes, the score between the two sides is still 0-0.

No one has ever broken the opponent's door, and in terms of statistics, Hoffenheim has a certain advantage, but the King of Madrid's counterattack is equally sharp.

This game surprised fans.

Whether it is Hoffenheim's pressing force or the sharp counterattack of the King of Madrid under pressure.

All this is telling them that this is what the Champions League final should look like!

Two representatives representing the best teams of the season gathered on the stage of the Champions League final to present a wonderful game for everyone.

And it was only 30 minutes after the game that their hearts were racing.

Of course, in addition to the tactical confrontation, the two teams are also extremely competitive in physical confrontation.

Maybe it is the relationship between the finals. Both teams hope to trip each other with their momentum, and confrontation will break out again and again.

Every time it will cause a lot of repercussions, for this reason, in this game, both sides have two yellow cards on their backs.

Such as Alfred of Hoffenheim and Piani.

Patrick of the King of Madrid and Trento.

Patlake is stressful.

All his pressure came from the Argentine.

Roquel's shocks brought him huge trouble.

This is no less than Robert's impact.

Of course, the breakthrough of Hoffenheim’s left wing can’t be underestimated, but Depay can’t defend at all, so he needs to shift the focus of defense to the left.

This caused Patrick to face Roquel's breakthrough alone.

Teammates encouraged him and let him cheer.

In this regard, Patrick wanted to curse.

Add a fart!

It would be best if one person comes over to share the pressure.

Don't say it verbally.

But he also knew that the King of Madrid could not assign someone to help him, so in the end he carried everything by himself.

But the problem is, Patrick doesn't know how much longer he can hold on.

This Argentine's breakthrough is sharper and sharper each time, and as time goes by, this guy seems to become more flexible.

That's right, it's flexible!

Of course, it is also possible that he has become dull, after all, Patrick has been unable to withstand the pressure again and again.

At this time, he noticed that Roquel was holding the ball again, and Patrick quickly concentrated.

But Roquel didn't seem to have any intention of breaking through, and passed in the direction of Ranier.

This also made Patrick relieved, as long as he didn't bump him.

But the next second, he watched Roquel start suddenly and began to insert it diagonally behind him.

The alarm bell rang in Patrick's head, and he quickly retreated.

But Roquel was faster, passing him like a rocket.

At this moment, Ranier also passed the ball.

A standard oblique straight ball.

hit him directly behind him.

Roquel picked up the ball and entered the penalty area directly from the left.

Roquel's sudden attack shook the back line of the King of Madrid.

"Defend him!! Where's Patrick?"

"He's following, split up, follow me to the right wing!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Leo and Habu on the left suddenly come forward.

"Shit!"

Remick's foot stopped directly on the spot like a nail, and he looked anxiously to the right.

He couldn't help.

Now we can only rely on Tren.

Once he left, Habble and Leo rushed in.

But when Roquel passed the ball, the back line was torn apart.

Remick looked at his defensive partner worriedly. He knew that Trendo was good, but he didn’t think that Trendo was good enough to defend Roquel.

The same is true. When he saw Roquel change direction twice in a row, and then use his speed to forcefully pull out a position, his whole head went blank.

A body!

At least enough to shoot!

After Roquel swiped the ball to the left, his aggressive eyes were fixed on the opponent's goal, and then he swung his left foot and shot directly!

The ball hit the goal like a cannonball.

Lloris, the goalkeeper of the King of Madrid, stared at the ball and made a save.

But this shot was from the outside of the instep, and there was a noticeable jitter, and he wasn’t sure where it was going to end up.

He was not allowed to think too much, he had to make a decision.

Loris flew to save.

His body was extremely stretched in the air, and his right hand tried to touch the ball as much as possible.

But when I saw the ball flying, there was a sudden drop.

"Oops!!"

Loris was shocked.

But at this time, it is impossible to change the action.

He could only watch the ball go under him.

Shoo! ! !

He could hear the top of the ball on the net.

Loris landed in despair.

At this time, the entire Stadium of Light was suddenly quiet for a moment, and then the Hoffenheim fans suddenly broke out.

Wow! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ——————

"Goal!!! Roquel!!!!"

The German commentator punched excitedly, his face flushed with excitement; "After 30 minutes of fierce fighting, Hoffenheim finally scored under Roquel's shot, they broke the deadlock first, and they will be in trouble. kicked the king of Madrid!"

"The suppression in the early stage has an effect, it's Roquel! Or Roquel! He is the best! The undisputed best!!"

Hoffenheim's goal set the pitch on fire.

The fans stood up and shouted excitedly.

Especially the Hoffenheim fans, they were so excited that they almost cried.

In the 30-minute fierce battle, Hoffenheim finally relied on an opportunity to score and lead the opponent.

Roquel! ! !

The scene was boiling, and everyone was shouting Roquel's name.

And after scoring the goal, Roquel also ran to the corner and showed his back to the fans.

It was Hoffenheim No. 7, Roquel who scored!

Hoffenheim fans have never felt more excited at this moment.

They are going to love this Argentine to death.

They lead in the Champions League final.