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He kicked the turf backwards with all his might, his arms swinging rhythmically, and his whole body was like a cheetah.

Westphalen's cold wind swept across his cheeks like ice blades.

His cheeks were slightly hot, his snort was hot, and his heart was beating wildly in his chest, as if he might break free from his body at any moment.

Marseille had the goal right in front of his eyes and he cut inside 10 yards from the box!

Traore couldn't keep up with him at all, and the only ones in the middle were the aging Diawara and the unfinished Nkulu.

Seeing that the Polish captain was about to rush into the penalty area, Marseille's post-90s youngster Nkulu immediately chose to step forward to block.

However, Kuba pounced on the ball to Chingud in the middle, and then the Polish captain spun into the area that Nkulu had just guarded.

When he saw that the person who received the ball was Qin Goode, the face of the Marseille goalkeeper was about to turn green!

"Nicholas!" Mandanda yelled at teammate Nkulu's name in front of the goal line, "Stop him!" Knock him over! Shovel him! Don't let that bastard shoot! ”

Nkulu, who had already pounced, had no choice but to grit his teeth and bump into Qin Goode!

But Qin Gude didn't hesitate at all, he flicked directly with his toes, and the ball flew from between Nkulu's legs into the penalty area!

"Kuba...... Shots! ”

It only took a little more than a second for them to cooperate with each other, but the Polish captain had already rushed to the edge of the small penalty area, he turned his body slightly sideways, and received a straight plug from Qin Goode very comfortably, and then volleyed directly into the far corner!

At the moment when he shot, Mandanda was still studying which direction Qin Gude would choose to shoot to, his eyes were still on the thighs of the Chinese core, and when he came back to his senses, the Polish captain had already started to celebrate in front of him!

In the 78th minute, the score was 5-2!

"I thought you kid was going to shoot on your own!"

Kuba hugged Qin Gude, who selflessly gave him an assist, and shared the glory and happiness of scoring with him. Scoring a brace in the Champions League has already blossomed on the face of the Polish captain.

Qin Gude had a well-deserved smile on his face: "You are closer to the goal, the better the chance, of course I will pass it to you!" ”

He has already understood this truth: even if he is accurate enough to shoot against the sky, he is not 100% able to score, if his teammates are in a better position, why can't he pass it to them?

That's the core role!

Jurgen Klopp suddenly jumped up again, trotting all the way to the main stand and raising his right fist high in front of his most loyal fans.

"Onward! Prussia! Advance! Dortmund! ”

With the roar of Marshal Dort, Westphalen was like a monstrous wave, and the entire stadium was filled with rolling thunder, and no other sound could be heard except the roar of the Yellow and Black Army.

Deschamps turned to look around, and there was not a single Marseille supporter in his eyes, and he couldn't hear the familiar French songs in his ears, all of them were yellow-black waves, all of them were German voices.

He suddenly tightened his coat, the German winter ...... Much colder than in France.

"The big picture is decided." Fjotoft finally shook his head, he looked at the Marseille young marshal who was curling his neck on the sidelines, and suddenly felt a little unbearable.

McKenna didn't show too much excitement either: "Marseille have given it their all, Didier Deschamps has done nothing wrong with his tactics, and they have seen hope of an equaliser, but the whole team at Dortmund is hard to contain. ”

"Dortmund used this goal to boost morale again and they took the initiative that emerged firmly in their own hands!" Compared with his counterparts on German television, He Wei, who is in China, of course, sings the praises of his compatriots' teams, "The goal here is tantamount to a slap in the face for Marseille players who want to fight back!" The door to Marseille's promotion is almost closed! ”

"With Qin Goode's long-range shooting ability, the position just now is actually very suitable for direct goal, I believe he also has at least six or seven percent certainty that he can score, but he chose to cleverly stuff the football straight to the forward Kuba, because the certainty of scoring in this way may increase to eighty, it can be seen from this goal that his overall awareness is quite good, which is difficult for ordinary players to have." Zhang Lu has completely become a professional Qin Gude blowing.

"That's right," He Wei also nodded repeatedly, "He values the team's victory more than his individual goal statistics." ”

"To be honest, I was a little worried that this young lad has achieved unparalleled achievements in China, and even became a hot star in a major league like the Bundesliga, will he be complacent at the age of 20 and will he be more personal heroism when he plays?" Zhang Lu didn't finish praising Qin Gude, "But now I can rest assured, his mind is very clear, he knows what the best choice is, such a little guy must be limitless!" ”

"Hehe," Director Zhang suddenly let out his signature laugh, "I'm very much looking forward to Qin Gude leading the national team to the World Cup, and I can't even wait to fly to Brazil!" Teacher He, you must take me with you when the time comes! As long as you eat and live, I can explain to the TV station for free! ”

He Wei laughed on the sidelines.

While they were chatting and laughing, the Marseille players did not give up all hope, and they launched a furious attack on Dort's position again and again, hoping to score three goals in the final ten minutes.

Klopp looked at his crumbling defence, finally gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, replacing centre-forward Robert Lewandowski with centre-back Santana and switching to a more conservative three-centre-back.

With the addition of a new force, Subotic and Hummels could catch their breath, and after seeing their opponents lose their arrows at the front, Marseille attacked even more aggressively, and even the defenders burst into the Dortmund penalty area.

When the box is overcrowded and flooded, Marseille's players are not only unable to organise penetrating passes, but they also block their own attacks, making them less effective.

After five minutes of frantic but blind onslaught, Dortmund once again seized the chance to counter-attack.

In the 86th minute, Schmelzer cut off the ball from the feet of Cesar Azpilicueta, who had an assist but no direction, and the German defender, who was only 17 months old, taught him in front of the rising Spanish defender with practical actions: if a good full-back can't assist, then at least don't throw away the defense at will.

Schmelzer didn't pick up his big foot to penetrate the midfield because his long ball was nowhere near as precise as Hummels, and he didn't carry the ball forward himself because he was not as fast as Kuba, he just swept the ball diagonally towards Gundogan in the middle and then quietly returned to his left wing.

His assist ability is really not worth mentioning compared to his defensive ability, so he is more than happy to be a qualified and responsible full-back, as for attacking? There are enough people in front.

Gundogan did not take the ball forward after receiving it, but like Schmelzer, he knocked the ball diagonally to Grosskreutz behind him, and he took the opportunity to complete the turn and launch a counter-attack with his own team-mates in front of the Marseille goal.

The big cross who came off the bench was not very fast, and he did not expect himself to run 70 meters to make a good performance of going straight to Huanglong, he only took two steps, and then handed the ball to Gundogan, who had already picked up the speed.

This is the most common way for Dortmund to advance, no one will dribble the ball for long periods of time, because passing the ball will always be faster than dribbling, and too much dribbling will seriously slow down the team's overall progress.

The same can be said of Gundogan, who has already observed his teammates in front of him as he picks up the pace, and he doesn't even stretch out his foot to stop the ball to cushion the inertia, but directly kicks up and crosses diagonally to the right.

Błaszchikovsky!

The Polish winger, who has been on the pitch for almost 90 minutes, is still as energetic as when he first came on, and he once again used his speed to blow up the aging Traore!

"Traore is so old that he doesn't see the shadow of Istanbul night in him at all." Serie A expert Zhang Lu sighed a little, "But it can't be helped, Kuba's speed is too fast, and it doesn't look like he played the whole game at all......"

If Klopp had heard his emotion, he would have smiled triumphantly.

I gave the main players a full rest for half a month, just to let them accumulate energy!

The Polish captain had never been as happy as he was today, and Traore behind him had all but given up the pursuit.

Kuba entered the 30-metre zone with the right sideline!

He's ready to cut inside!

Marseille goalkeeper Mandanda gasped and retreated, still glad he hadn't come too far and had time to retreat.

This Pole's shooting skills are far inferior to the Chinese boy, as long as he controls the rhythm and guards the near post, Nikulas can still press closely, and his shot will not go in!

The French door god secretly encouraged himself in his heart.

Kuba rushed into the big penalty area!

Traore fell three or four meters away, exhausted, and he was chasing after him by inertia.

In front of Kuba, there were only two people, Nkulu and Mandanda!

Mandanda was at the near post and Nkulu leaned slightly down the middle, blocking the inside and the two of them blocked most of Kuba's shot!

However, the Pole certainly did not choose to force a shot, he grinned at the expressionless but sweaty Nkulu and tried to pull the ball to shoot, but his right foot turned it sideways.

Nkulu was shaken by his feints and couldn't reach out to stop the pass in the first place, so he could only turn his head to look behind him.

Then his pupils contracted together in an instant.

He saw a yellow-black figure coming at high speed from outside the forbidden area!

The goalkeeper team-mate behind Nkulu subconsciously hugged the post almost at the same time.

That damn brunette kid, he rushed into the restricted area in stride!

There is no one around him at all!

He received the ball near the penalty spot!

He's rounding his damn right leg!

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound in the sky above Westphalen.

It was like a huge hammer smashing the nails.

But it's more like a thick cannon chamber that spews violent flames towards the goal!

With a distance of less than 10 meters, Mandanda would not be able to stop the heavy cannon even if he built a wall of bricks and stones in front of the door.

The French door god didn't feel the shaking of the ground this time, he only felt that the door frame in his arms seemed to involuntarily want to fall towards the stands.

Then with a soft "snort", the doorpost finally returned to calm.

Mandanda looked behind him blankly, and he saw a huge hole above the snow-white net!

Through this hole, he can even clearly see the expressions of the fans in the stands, who are wearing yellow and black jerseys and roaring wildly at him!

Mandanda's whole body suddenly shuddered uncontrollably.

This damn brunette kid ...... He hit the net!

Chingoud high-fived the Polish who returned the favor and provided the assist, and he was very pleased that he was able to catch up with the Polish captain in time.

Standing in front of the billboard in the stands, he lifted the pants on his right leg slightly, revealing his knotted thighs.

My barrel is hot!

Who else wants to have a shot? (To be continued.) )