From the Country Team To the Rich

  Chapter 931: Going In and Losing the Ball

  The entire Stadium of Light was in a jubilation.

   Hoffenheim fans burst into waves of loud cries.

   They are thrilled for this goal!

   They are crazy about this goal!

  What a wonderful goal!

   And it was the first time in the Champions League final.

  Roquel lived up to his worth and opened the scoring in the Champions League final stage!

   "Roquel! This is Roquel! No one can stop him, not even the King of Madrid!"

   "Look at his goals, it's amazing! The King of Madrid can't stop him at all, Robert is far worse than him!"

  The German commentator waved his arms excitedly and shouted.

   And in the arena, Roquel also raised his chin in Robert's direction after the celebration was over, which meant showing off his might.

   In this regard, Robert narrowed his eyes slightly, obviously very unhappy.

   Hoffenheim scored the first goal and completely broke the situation on the field.

   Pressure from the King of Madrid.

  In the VIP room, everyone including Zhang Xian and UEFA President applauded.

   They didn't even care about the livid Floperis.

   The UEFA President turned his head towards Zhang Xian and said with a smile, "Excellent team!"

   Zhang Xian responded with a smile: "Thank you for your compliment, they are really excellent."

   Immediately, both of them laughed out loud.

   And this laughter made Floperis' expression even more ugly.

   All the awesomeness was blown out, and then was slapped in the face.

   Hoffenheim had scored the ball and it was perfectly fine, which annoyed him, but he couldn't.

   He could only try his best to endure the anger in his heart, turned his head and scratched his eyes fiercely.

  Ignorant Chinese, the counterattack of the King of Madrid is about to begin!

   Zhang Xian felt the look in Floperis' eyes, but he didn't care at all.

   He won't go to please this old Buddha, and the two have no business dealings, so why are you used to his stinky problems?

  In the arena, after Hoffenheim scored, the players of the King of Madrid started talking to you and I communicated sentence by sentence.

   Of course, it is mainly to release the inner pressure.

   Hoffenheim put too much pressure on them.

  Especially right wing fullback Patrick, who is under the greatest pressure.

   His main man, Roquel, scored a goal, which caused him to have a great emotional swing.

"Shit! I said, you can't leave the right side, you just stare at the left side and kick? Give up the right wing, right? If you can't see who is the biggest threat, you should be able to solve the simple arithmetic problem. I have 100 million on my side. thirty million!"

After shouting   , Patrick's face tightened.

   Roquel's goal made him extremely annoyed.

   He has already said that he can't handle it alone.

   These guys have to go to support the left wing, shouldn’t the right wing be left alone?

   In the face of Patrick, who was a little out of control, Trendo took the initiative to find him.

   "Man, don't be influenced by emotions, we are also trying to find a way to support your side, but just now, the pressure on the left is too much."

  Trendo is telling the truth. In the first ten minutes of the game, Leo's breakthroughs made the King of Madrid a little exhausted.

   The defense shifted to the left, but now Roquel on the right has scored again.

   It can only be said that Hoffenheim's offensive swing confused them.

   Hearing the other party's soft words, Patrick calmed down a little.

   "I can't handle it alone, give it to someone else!" Patrick's tone was still firm.

   In this regard, Trendo nodded and said; "There will be someone in the midfield to support you!"

   Patrick nodded in satisfaction.

  The Kings of Madrid were one goal behind in the first half, which put them in a rather passive situation.

   And in terms of overall ball possession, Hoffenheim dominated the ball with a huge advantage of 74%, which also made it difficult for them to organize the attack they wanted.

   The most important thing is that Hoffenheim always likes to fight alone when defending the counterattack.

   As long as the defense line is torn open, others will swarm it, which makes them hard to guard.

   But at this stage, they want to tie the game as soon as possible.

   preferably before the end of the first half!

   Hoffenheim ended the celebration, Roquel and others returned to their own half, waiting for the kick-off.

   While waiting, Roquel turned his head to look at the huge Hoffenheim 1:0 score of the King of Madrid on the score screen, and clenched his fists fiercely.

   At this moment, he felt that the champion was very close to him.

   He will never pass up any chance of this game.

no way!

  The game restarted, and after the King of Madrid kicked off, within three minutes, they conceded the ball.

  The Hoffenheim players were extremely excited after scoring the goal.

   They put too much pressure on the King of Madrid players in the high press and they conceded the ball very quickly.

After    regained the players, Hoffenheim attacked again.

   But their offensive rhythm was a bit off track.

   Maybe it was the reason for the final, or maybe it was the reason for the excitement of scoring goals, one by one began to rush forward.

   No matter how Habble shouts and withdraws, it is useless!

  Hoffenheim is a young team after all, and it is difficult to calm down quickly when it is extremely excited.

   And this kind of problem also made Hoffenheim begin to have some aggressive situations frequently.

  Habble looked anxious, he wanted to pull Ranier over and let the latter shout.

   But the next second, Hoffenheim conceded the ball.

   And the ball just landed in front of Depay again.

   Depay, the fullback of the King of Madrid, looked at the ball with a flash of joy in his eyes, rushed forward and kicked the ball to the front court.

   At this time, Hoffenheim had a serious tendency to move forward due to aggressiveness.

   This also led to the king of Madrid's counterattack can be played quickly.

bump!

   Sora fought for the top spot with Habble, but Sora relied on his stature to give the ball back to Cosman.

  Cosman did not rush to play the ball, but waited for his teammates before passing it diagonally forward to Butterford, who was advancing at a high speed.

   Butterford's speed was very fast. Seeing that Ross Grimman couldn't retreat to form a defensive line, he could only head forward and try to steal.

   But Butterford kicked the ball all the way and ran at full speed.

   "Damn!"

  Ross Grimman scolded lowly, trying to block Butterford's running route.

   But the route was blocked, but Butterford made a forcible breakthrough by overtaking on the outside.

   Looking at the back of Bartford who was getting farther and farther away, and the King of Madrid players in white jerseys who kept moving forward, Ross Grimman was desperate.

"Ruined!"

  The four Kings of Madrid players entered the penalty area of ​​Hoffenheim without many tricks at all. After two simple falls, the ball came to Robert's feet.

  Robert rubbed the ball lightly.

  The ball flew over Boots's head and into the goal.

   Just 9 minutes after the last goal, the King of Madrid completed the equalizing goal.

   The 1:1 match between the two sides returned to the starting point!

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   (end of this chapter)