“What-a-surprise-and-wonderful-goal！”

Alan Smith betrayed the country that raised him for more than 50 years, not only for the British Empire's old enemy, the German team, but also for a dark-haired boy from the football desert country, "From striker to goalkeeper, seven Chelsea players have been played by him!" He is even more Ronaldinho than Maradona! He's not Goode (good), he's Best, he's even better than Best! ”

- George Best, Northern Irish player, former European Footballer of the Year, an iconic figure of Manchester United's second rise and the originator of Manchester United's No.7 shirt, the greatest star in British history, was once considered the closest to the British Empire's level of football, and his breakthrough is his most impressive weapon. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info For the British, Best may be even greater than Pele and Maradona.

“GOOOOOOOOAL！” Duan Yixuan celebrated Qin Gude in the signature way he learned from his South American counterparts, and he finally vented the emotions that had accumulated for nearly a minute, and then his mouth couldn't stop as if he had a machine gun loaded, "The ball is in, the ball is in!" Qin Goode completely broke Chelsea's defense by himself! Drogba! Frank Lampard! Essien! Mikel! Louis! Cahill! Terry! Cech! They all fell to their knees at the feet of the Chinese! ”

He reported the Blues' starting line-up in one breath and then let out a long breath: "...... Who else?! ”

These three words seemed to emptie all the air in his lungs, like a male lion roaring in the mountains and forests on a high hill, and then looking down on the prey that had already trembled.

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", Brother Xuan's last sentence is handsome!"

"I thought I was watching some kind of martial arts movie!"

"Just this sentence, the old lady has turned black and pink to Duan pants since then......"

"Upstairs is a girl?"

"Get out! Upstairs it's mine! ”

"Classmate Goode is handsome, but why do you want to black me Lanba? I'm a big lamp lying gun! “

"I feel sorry for me ...... Cech"

"Broken car fans kneel and beg Qin Goode to be merciful......"

"Build a building for Qin Good, build it to Xiao Qin and win the Golden Globe Award!"

"The Chinese won the European Cup! No, not the top is not Chinese! ”

"The landlord...... Do you really watch the ball? ”

The above is a side note of a forum.

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While Duan Xuan was still roaring in the mountains and forests and the fans were still crazy about the water, Portuguese referee Proenza had already blown the whistle at the end of the first half.

Qin Good, who got up from under Lewandowski, felt a faint soreness in his legs, which was a sign that the fatigue accumulated in the process of repeatedly accelerating, decelerating, and changing direction was about to explode.

Luckily, no matter who it was, the Chelsea defenders didn't tackle his legs and joints hard, otherwise they might not have been able to handle it.

"What's wrong?" Seeing him move cautiously, Royce patted his teammate on the back with concern.

"Give me a hand, Marko." Qin Gude stretched out his arms towards the little rocket.

Dortmund's only remaining appearance took the Chinese boy on his shoulder, and Royce laughed and teased him: "Let you patronize a person to perform, cramps, right?" ”

"Haha." Qin Goode snorted.

If the dragon he just now does not pose a threat in the end, his teammates will definitely complain, or even accuse him in person, and he will be sprayed with "big competition", personal heroism, and ball domination......

But, he punched in.

Those who just wanted to let him pass the ball, who wanted to criticize him for not having a sense of the big picture, had to shut up.

So he's Mr. Key, Dortmund's super eukaryotes, God from China!

That's how brutal football is sometimes.

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"Zhang Zhi, first of all, please make a brief analysis and comment on the first half." He Wei said to the guests very politely.

Zhang Lu took a sip of the drink provided by the sponsor on the table, cleared his throat, and then said, "There is no doubt that this is quite a good game. ”

He set the tone before explaining: "Before the game, in fact, many media thought that the level of this Champions League final may not be high, which is understandable. After all, Chelsea's form in recent years has obviously not been as good as before, and this season there is no manager at all, and it is no longer as strong as it was in the era of Mourinho and Ancelotti; And Dortmund, who are back in the Champions League after nine years, are a new team that can't be new, whether it is their coach Klopp or the players in the team, no one has the experience of playing in the Champions League, let alone winning the championship. ”

"That's right," Duan Yixuan continued, "What's more, Chelsea has no noteworthy madman manager, and the current technical and tactical style of play is very conservative......"

"Hehe, conservative is a nice way to say, but it's actually very ugly." Zhang Lu smiled and nodded, "Compared with Italy's systematic defensive tactics, Chelsea relies more on players' strong physical fitness and rough fouls to defend, and such a game is easy to injure players on both sides, and secondly, it is ...... Generally speaking, the pace of the game will become fragmented, and it will definitely not look good. ”

"Fortunately, we have Qin Gude." He Wei also answered, "His flash of inspiration in the last minute dispelled everyone's drowsiness!" ”

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"Gentlemen, keep your head up," Di Matteo patted captain John Terry on the shoulder, "we played well enough in the first half and Dortmund basically didn't get a decent chance. It's just that the opponent's luck is a little too good, it's not a big deal, we still have a chance. ”

Under Terry's leadership, the Blues puffed out their chests.

"Don't rush to attack at the beginning, that will fall into the trap of the opponent, solid defense is still our number one priority, remember, remember." There wasn't much anxiety on the acting manager's face, he looked very calm and confident, "The game is 45 minutes, we divided it into three phases and took it slowly, luck doesn't always favor the Germans......"

In another locker room, Qin Goode listened to the head coach while receiving muscle relaxation from the physiotherapist.

Jurgen Klopp is doing the same thing as Di Matteo.

'2-1, the score was in our favour but that didn't say anything, we didn't play in the first half, we didn't have a goal, we didn't have a successful organised attack, it was all luck!' There was no trace of joy on the face of the young marshal Dortmund, even though he had cheered like a child two minutes earlier.

The yellow and black players couldn't laugh all of a sudden, so they had to keep their heads down and obediently listen to the manager's reprimand.

"Also, Qin," Klopp pointed to the surname of the core of the team, which made Qin Goode couldn't help but be stunned, he knew that he was going to be killed again to show his teammates, "Your last breakthrough goal was very beautiful, but why don't you consider passing it to your teammates?" Robert, Yakubu, Marco, are they all decorations? If you can win the trophy alone, I'll call the club immediately to terminate their contract! ”

"I'm sorry, I'm so excited." Qin Gude hurriedly broke free from the physiotherapist's massage, he stood up and nodded his head to the coach and teammates in apology.

He saw a heartless smile in the eyes of several of his teammates, and couldn't help but glare at them again.

'Chelsea's defence is very tenacious, something we have never experienced in the Bundesliga, almost everyone has been let go by them, and I know you played very hard,' Klopp said after criticising his players, "but this is the Champions League final, Chelsea are not going to give up the trophy, they are still counting on this title to qualify for the Champions League next season!" If you don't even have the psychological preparation to fight to the death, then you better go back to feeding! ”

"We're ready!" Kyle roared like a child.

"Jurgen," assistant coach Kravitz took the opportunity to interject, he shook his phone, "the call from the hospital, Marcel just scratched his skin, no big problem, in an hour, he can walk on the ground." ”

"An hour?" Klopp nodded, and then he opened his arms to his disciples, "Who wants to say to Marcel, I'm sorry, Marcel, we tried our best, but we only got the medal of second place?" ”

"No, no one!" Everyone was shaking their heads.

"Very well," Klopp patted the tactical board, "now look here, I'll teach you how to win." (To be continued.) )