Pretty dragon!

This is Qin Good's evaluation of Artemisia Jun's expression just now.

The characteristics of his teammate in the national team have come to understand over the past year and a half: Hao Jun's strengths lie in dribbling and penetration, and he also has good accuracy in passing from mid-distance, while his weaknesses lie in his lack of fitness and frequent out-of-position, which makes it difficult for him to compare with his teammates in both attack and defense.

When Hao Jun completed the long-distance run of more than 50 meters and recovered from the joy and excitement of the goal, he felt as if his two lung lobes were about to burn, and his two calves were even more tearing pain at the same time after relaxing, and he lay directly on his back on the turf, kicking his legs hard.

"Cramps?" A familiar voice floated through the air.

He raised his eyes: "Brother Shao? Thank you ......."

"It was a great goal." Shao Jia lifted his legs and pressed hard, "Fortunately, it wasn't me who was robbed just now......

Hao Jun smiled a little weakly, he now felt the exhaustion eating away at him like a tidal wave, his body and limbs were indescribably heavy, he couldn't even lift the strength to open his mouth to speak.

Schalke coach Rangnick immediately played two cards in a row: teenager Draxler replaced Hao Jun, who was exhausted, and Matip replaced the in-form midfielder Kluger, both of which were counter-substitutions.

Hao Jun limped off the pitch with the help of his teammates, and he also received a round of applause from the Schalke fans.

He looked up at the blue and white ocean in front of him and high-fived his fans.

Then applause rang out from the audience.

"Well done, Artemisia." Rangnick nodded at him and patted him on the back in recognition of his hard work.

Hao Jun and several teammates who have a good relationship with him high-fived one by one, and then sat down on the bench with a towel draped-

While Schalke was making changes, Cottages coach Hoffmann was not idle, replacing Shao Jiayi, who was also very fit, with Rustenberger, replacing captain Rost, who had conceded a goal, and Anglov with right wing-back Concha – he played all three substitutions in one go.

Qin Goode glanced at his teammates who walked off the sidelines and refocused on football.

Schalke's new midfielder Matip is not weak defensively, and he will definitely focus on himself defensively.

The manager may still be thinking about extra time, but Cottages don't have enough line-up to last another hour – he's going to have to settle the battle as hard as he can.

Cottage's first two midfielders were attacking more than defending, and they projected their figures throughout the midfield with great spirit, and the Schalke midfielders were under pressure to knock them to the ground with fouls.

"Schalke's defense is very tight, they don't allow Ketbus to pass the ball into the 30-meter area," Tauvy understood Rangnick's tactical arrangement, "so they pressed hard after half-time, and compressed the opponent's attacking space to the extreme, just to prevent Cartbus players from having a chance to break through, especially Qin Good, who was almost unable to move an inch!" ”

He was right, Matip almost stuck his whole body on Qin Good's body, and the latter could even smell the strong smell coming from the other party's squeaky nest......

As soon as a teammate passes the ball to him, Matip immediately interferes with Qin Goode with all kinds of small actions that are not enough to eat cards: either knocking him over early, or simply grabbing his shirt before he starts, so that he can't catch the football.

He could barely move an inch, and in ten minutes, Qin Gude only managed to receive the ball twice, only to be unexpectedly destroyed by Matip three seconds later.

This unassuming, obscure guy actually reminded Qin Goode of another equally experienced and difficult midfielder, Arturo Vidal.

"Another foul! Just five or six meters away from the place where the foul was committed just now, Schalke literally used the midfield as a meat grinder! Duan Yixuan sighed again and again, "Hey? Qin Goode stood behind the penalty spot...... Is he going to take this free-kick? ”

"It's not impossible," Tao Wei analyzed for him, "In the case of Shao Jia's dismissal, the rest of the players in Cartbus do not have too strong ability to score free kicks, and Qin Goode's long-range shooting ability is well known, so it may be more certain for him to give it a try." ”

Qin Gude did not do this on the spur of the moment: he had been learning from Shao Jiayi for two years about free kicks, and from the previous lack of foundation to now, there was a certain success rate - but this time the free kick was more than 40 meters from the point to the goal, which was more than the distance he usually practiced, and he wanted to let him catch the ball and shoot in a closer position, but Jurado and Matip were like kraft candy around him, and if he wanted to shoot without the influence of outsiders, he had to take the free kick himself.

"44 meters, the broadcast gives the distance." Duan Yixuan muttered.

Tao Wei's expression was a little stern: "This distance is a bit too far for a direct free kick, and Qin Gude is only the first time to take the penalty......"

Because the distance was too safe, Schalke only lined up a two-man wall in front of the penalty area, and most of their players were wrapped around the Cottage players, preventing them from receiving a pass from Qin Good.

Qin Gude did not stand far behind the football like Cristiano Ronaldo, he only left himself a three-step running distance.

He took a deep breath and leaned back with his shoulders as if he had lifted a weight of 10,000 catties.

The whistle for the tee blows.

He glanced up to confirm the goalkeeper's position, then slowly exhaled the turbid air from his chest.

Feet stomped the turf, spikes driving dirt and grass clippings flying.

The left foot landed on the outside of the football, and the right foot raised high was whipped like a whip!

The ball swirled slightly over the wall, dragging a long white shadow towards Neuer.

Neuer's eyes were fixed on the lightning bolt motionlessly, sweat quietly lowering his sideburns.

The ball was faster than he could have imagined, and he made his own save in a split second.

Kick the ground hard and jump up quickly, spreading your arms at a small angle...... He was confident to save the ball!

However, the white lightning suddenly turned around in flight!

"Ah...... Yes! Duan Yixuan's voice dragged on for two seconds, and then burst out again, "The ball is in!" ”

"Unbelievable!" Tauvy is more of a calm commentator than he is, "44 meters free-kick, unbelievable! ”

Neuer had done his best, his body stretched more than ever, his hands stretched to the extreme, but he still couldn't catch the white shadow.

The ball almost grazed his fingertips and crashed into the net behind him!

But he knew he hadn't touched it!

3-2！

Cottages are leading again!

Neuer clenched his fists and slammed hard against the turf in front of the post, his frustration palpable.

For Schalke's last battle......

Hao Jun closed his eyes on the bench.

Victory is really not that simple......-

The 3-2 result lasted until the end, and after 90 minutes of fierce battle, Cottages defeated Schalke 04 by one goal to lift the eventual championship trophy.

Petbus won one of the biggest trophies in the club's history, while the seven-goal and five-passer Chingud was undisputed as the best player in the German Cup, sharing the Cup's Golden Boot with Kaiserslautern's Rakic and winning the assist title to finally bring four collections to his room of honour.

The three Chinese who ended the fight showed up in a Chinese restaurant on the streets of Berlin – and despite their wanderings, they were all still more accustomed to the taste of home, even though the restaurant didn't necessarily look authentic.

To their surprise, the owner of the restaurant recognized them at a glance, and the dinner became a completely free buffet – of course, they left their autographs and a photo with the owner.

"We just watched the game, and your tables are all very good, but unfortunately there can only be one champion." The slightly blessed boss carefully put away the signature, and then personally brought over three cups of hot tea, "You can taste the Maojian that was just sent from my hometown." ”

The three of them thanked the enthusiastic boss in unison, and then continued their conversation while sniffing the scent of the tea.

"After winning this championship, I have no regrets, and I can go back to China." Shao Jiayi gently blew the cup noodles.

Qin Gude had already understood his decision, so he just nodded.

Hao Jun was obviously taken aback: "Brother Shao...... You've been at your peak in the past two years...... Isn't it a little early? ”