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"Nevin! Watch your legs! The team doctor, Dr. Brian, immediately reprimanded him.

The rest of Dortmund's players were equally cheering, making it just a tackle but showing the same excitement as if their team-mate had scored the winning goal.

Jurgen Klopp was in no mood to pay attention to what was happening on the bench as he watched Chelsea's throw-in without blinking.

Maybe it was because the attacking opportunity just now was too good, and this time in attack, Chelsea's midfield obviously had some tendency to press.

Di Matteo saw it, but he didn't stop his player in the first place.

Borussia Dortmund's defence is now in turmoil and this attack is indeed a very valuable opportunity.

If...... With one more goal, Chelsea can defend with all their might and keep all attacks out.

After all, a one-goal lead always feels insecure.

Champions League title, such a title is too tempting for Di Matteo.

Wealth and danger are sought!

Bosingwa threw a hard throw-in and Kalou stopped the ball and slashed it diagonally to Frank Lampard.

The Blues vice-president made a simple link to Didier Drogba, who was already at the top of the box, to get the ball out of the box.

Jurgen Klopp clenched his fists: Chelsea's number eight is a super scorer who has scored in double figures for ten consecutive seasons and put most forwards to shame! His mid-to-long-range shots are even more powerful!

Seeing Frank Lampard raise his leg to hit the back of the net, Kyle crossed one leg without thinking about it, and he was even ready to bump into his opponent's supporting leg.

But Captain Dort was up for the air!

"Feints?!" Duan Yixuan shouted, "Lampard deceived Kyle!" He went into the box! ”

Santana and Hummels are still clinging to Drogba – the 194cm Santana and 191cm Hummels would need to join forces to keep the 185cm opponent in check, but the African monster could still break through their cage at any moment, leaving Borussia Dortmund's two centre-backs completely unable to care about Lampard.

It was only when Lampard broke through Kyle that Hummels had to let go of Drogba and pounce on the player with the ball.

The net suddenly collapsed, and Drogba made a sharp stop to change direction, instantly broke away from Santana's defense, and rushed towards Weidenfeller.

It only took one simple impact for Drogba to stir up a storm in front of the Dortmund penalty area: Weidenfeller had to watch out not only for Lampard's sudden cold arrows, but also for him to suddenly pass to Drogba, who was closer to him.

From Frank Lampard's breakthrough to Kele's advance into the penalty area, in fact, there was only a second or two before the Blues glanced at Drogba, who was about to face the goalkeeper, and put on a posture ready to pick up a pass!

Weidenfeller had to take a step to the right, and he subconsciously thought Drogba's header and Lampard's long-range shot were the more dangerous - after all, Drogba's previous header had left him with a lot of fear.

However, Frank Lampard immediately changed his mind and slammed his right instep into the back of the ball.

"Bang!"

Thanks to the ubiquitous sound collection equipment at the scene, the power of this shot startled the domestic audience in front of the TV.

Hummels is a step late!

The ball was at least two metres away from him!

He thinks too much about his dilemma!

Give the dummy!

When he saw Frank Lampard get up, Weidenfeller knew he had paid the price for his wrong early move: he had stretched his arms to the extreme, but it was still impossible to stop the speeding ball.

He could only watch the black and white shadow grow bigger and bigger in his field of vision, and then closed his eyes in pain!

"Bang!"

It was even more muffled than Frank Lampard's shot.

No cheers, no celebrations?

The entire Allianz Arena was silent.

Only a few gasped.

Weidenfeller couldn't help but open his eyes, and his first reaction was to turn his head and look for the ball from the net.

No?!

He hadn't seen anything outside of him just now.

"Marcel!"

Hummels' voice came from behind him.

"Marcel!"

Captain Kyle's voice was also close at hand.

“…… Marcel! ”

Good-Qin, Kuba, Grosskreutz......

"Schmelzer! Or Schmelzer! Duan Yixuan's voice trembled with excitement, "He desperately blocked Lampard's burst!" ”

However, his voice suddenly stopped: "...... Something seems to have happened......"

Weidenfeller turned back from the empty net, only to see Marcel Schmelzer lying upright in front of his goal, three metres away, motionless.

Hummels gently picked Schmelzer's head up and reached out to pull away his blonde hair.

He felt as if he had touched something, and his thighs were wet.

It was a shocking red liquid that was slowly trickling down the back of Schmelzer's head.

"Team Doctor!"

The Dortmund players had not yet run to the front of goal when they heard the core of the team's defence shouting.

Seeing a pale red Grosskreutz, his legs went limp, and he fell directly to his knees on the grass.

The camera over the pitch immediately captured the scene.

Schmelzer...... It seems to have fallen into a coma?! Alan Smith muttered, "He was hit in the back of the head by Frank Lampard's close-range blast just now!" ”

Borussia Dort's chief team doctor, Brian, had already rushed onto the pitch with his medical team, and a frustrated Klopp followed suit, completely forgetting to let the substitutes warm up on the sidelines.

The fourth official grabbed him: "Mr. Coach, please return to your area." ”

"Quit, mother! My player is in a coma! It's bleeding profusely! Klopp scolded.

"I understand your feelings, but it's not over yet, and you're not the team doctor." The fourth official is reasonable, neither humble nor arrogant, "Please do not disturb the order." And...... Instead of pestering me, you should contact the ambulance and the hospital. ”

Klopp was stunned and immediately rushed back to the sidelines to find his phone......

"Damn it!" Brian looked at Schmelzer, who was already about to roll his eyes, and slapped Hummels off the arm, "Let him lie down!" Did he swallow movements? ”

Hummels nodded dumbly: "It seems to have ......"

"Medical kit! Hurry up! Brian glanced at his assistant who wasn't yet in place, sweating profusely.

Although Schmelzer was unconscious, he still clenched his teeth, and Brian couldn't even break his mouth.

"Goode, what are you going to do?" Kyle is pushed away.

Qin Goode ignored him, and just pressed the position of Hummels's nose.

"Qin!" Brian had never studied Chinese medicine, and he wanted to pull the Chinese's arm for the first time, but was taken aback by Schmelzer's reaction.

Schmelzer's throat moved violently, the two rows of teeth finally parted, his tongue finally spit out, and his breathing was much smoother.

Qin Goode breathed a sigh of relief, and then helped the team doctor simply stop the bleeding for his teammates, and then sent him to a stretcher.

Schmelzer, who had already been carried on a stretcher, burst into tears.

He knows his Champions League final is over!

He covered his eyes hard, not wanting his teammates to see him so vulnerable and helpless, but tears still poured out along his fingers.

I...... Another waste of substitutions?

I...... Drag your teammates back again?

Schmelzer is 24 years old, and he is no longer a child like Gotze, but at this moment, he still can't control his trembling all over.

"Marcel!" Someone reached out and pressed it on his shoulder, "Marcel! ”

It seems to be the little Chinese guy who accompanies him for special training every day......

I...... Let his hard work go to waste again?

"I'm sorry...... Goode ...... "He had just choked up and said two words when his teammates interrupted him.

"Marcel, thank you for keeping two goals off for us!"

Schmelzer felt the large hand on his shoulder seem to work harder.

"After 90 minutes, let's hold a cup together!"

His arms suddenly stopped trembling, as if the sun was shining on him.

Schmelzer slowly opened his eyes.

Through the fingers of his hands, reflecting a blur of tears, he saw a golden figure.

As if it were God. (To be continued.) )