“2-1！” Tao Wei's voice was still echoing in the live broadcast room, "Bayern Munich pulled one back, and it was Ribery who scored the goal!" ”

"Frank!"

"Long live the King!"

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"King Allianz" Ribery raised his fist high at his supporters and pounded his chest hard to vent his previous unhappiness.

It's a valuable away goal!

But apart from beating his chest, he didn't celebrate with his teammates anymore, but walked quickly towards the goal---- Bayern players will never be satisfied with a single goal!

But he didn't see the ball he had just kicked in the net, Weidenfeller had already kicked the ball back into midfield, Dort's team was already in formation, Lewandowski was stepping on the football, and his teammates around him were all ready to attack.

The Dort players were very unhappy with conceding the goal!

A one-goal lead is not what they want! They will continue to attack!

"French! Get back to your half! Don't waste our offensive time! ”

Ribery heard the Dort goalkeeper roar in his ear, and he was even pushed hard by the opponent.

Weidenfeller is very unhappy now: although Ribery's shot just now was hot and sudden, he was ready to save in a good position, and as long as there was no accident, at least there was a lot of certainty that the opponent's shot could be blocked.

But this accident caught him off guard, and he couldn't take the anger of conceding the ball on Hummels---- no one could prevent such an accident.

Hummels was equally angry: no one would put the blame for conceding the ball on his head, but he got the ball into the net anyway. If the post-match statistics count this goal as their own own goal, then their faces will be even more unbearable, if the team loses because of this conceded goal, a small number of extreme fans will definitely regard themselves as the biggest sinners, and even brainlessly accuse themselves of match-fixing---- no way, who made him a player from Bayern's youth system.

Qin Goode was also very unhappy: although it was Ribery who scored the goal, Gomez who assisted, Santana who defended him, and Hummels who caused the refraction, Robben, the more crucial leader of this attack, was the target of his own defense!

If he and Grosskreutz could slow down Robben's advance a little, would the outcome change this time?

At least Sven Bender can get back into the box to help Santana defend Robben's cross, and Piszczek can have time to get on Ribery, so that Gomez may not be able to rub Ribery so easily even if he gets the pass......

So Grand Cross and Svende also had a depressed expression......

When the whole team of Dort was unhappy, the combat effectiveness of the Yellow and Black Army did not even dare to be straight to the opponent, and Bayern also carefully put out a defensive posture with all the staff, not daring to be careless.

"Yakubu, remember our tactics."

Chingud reminded Kuba, and the Polish captain gave him a thumbs up.

"Yo," assistant coach Kravitz squinted at the small movements of the players on the field, and asked his partner Bwach next to him, "Do you know what tricks they are going to play?" ”

Bwach shrugged his shoulders: "You're the one in charge of the tactics. ”

Kravitz had no choice but to squint his eyes again and return to the Circle.

Lewandowski and Kuba, who were standing in the center circle, kicked the ball back to Qin Goode who was behind, and the Chinese core did not continue to pass, but dribbled through the right side of Kuba and ran towards the right side that he was more familiar with.

"Hey, Frank!"

The Bayern left winger saw the look in the kid on the other side.

His eyes were full of determined will, making Ribery feel somewhat similar to himself.

The Chinese want a dragon ?!

Ribery's feet kicked the grass and immediately pressed at the other side.

He's going to be Bayern's first line of defense.

Schweinsteiger and Lahm were preparing to support their team-mates in the pursuit of Chingoud, but Lewandowski and Kuba rushed into their defensive area without distinction between front and back, and they had to give up the idea for a moment and quickly retreat with Dort's attacking line.

"Qin Goode vs. Ribery!" Tao Wei became excited again, "A real trump card battle!" ”

The other three commentators are no longer willing to express their opinions: which is the battle of the trump cards?!

But in fact, every Bayern fan can tell them: Ribeiro or Robery, the two of them together are the core of the team's attack.

Just when they were still thinking about who was at the heart of Bayern, the situation on the pitch had changed.

Just as Qin Goode couldn't defend Robben, Ribery, who was careless in defense, couldn't stop Qin Goode's advance at all.

This "duel between aces" ended almost in two seconds.

He then met the oncoming left wing-back Alaba.

The young Austrian met the core of Dort for the first time in this match, and he knew how good the guy in front of him was, and he was ready to take him down with a foul if he really couldn't stop him.

"Philip!" Heynckes, who has always been quiet, suddenly let out an angry roar, and the old coach of Bayern was full of anxiety, "Go stop that Chinese!" ”

Although the old coach raised his voice to the highest, the distance of more than 50 meters and the noisy sound of the stadium could not make the players hear what he was shouting, but fortunately, Rahm saw the coach's hand movements, and he immediately threw down the Kuba he was marking and chose to help Alaba.

However, as soon as he ran to the area where Qin Goode and Alaba were fighting, the Chinese left his teammate behind in a way that silenced everyone.

Ram's pupils even contracted involuntarily: That's the legendary "7" character?!

Alaba bet that his attention just now was very concentrated, he and Qin Gude always kept a distance of one meter, the two could even hear each other's breathing, and he could also feel the Chinese's blazing snort.

However, in an instant, the sound of breathing could not be heard, the heat was gone, and a cool breeze blew on his face, making him confused for a while.

I haven't fouled yet, why did you change direction?!

Alaba struggled, but he couldn't change his inertia, and with the pain in his knee, the young teenager fell straight to the grass.

Rahm was still glad that he chose to fill in for his teammate in time, but Qin Goode only left him with a yellow-black back.

The Bayern captain was surprised: the Chinese were obviously less than two meters in front of him a second ago, but a second later, why did this guy suddenly rush to the penalty area as if he had broken his knee and waist?!

"7 words in a row?!" Duan Yixuan almost broke his cup.

He Wei also stared at the court with a high degree of nervousness: "He has come to the top of the arc of the penalty area!" It's time to shoot! ”

But Qin Gude had no intention of shooting with his feet at all, and he didn't even slow down.

"What about our tactics?" Kuba had already stopped, he looked at Lewandowski, "Our tactics are not a dragon." ”

His Polish national team teammates could only shrug their shoulders helplessly, they had long been spectators.

Boaten and Bad Stuber were the last barrier in front of Neuer, and they had retreated to the vicinity of the penalty spot, where there was no way back.

"Up! Come on! Neuer had to cheer up his team-mates, and despite only one season, the Bayern goalkeeper had developed a level of formidability.

Bo Aten stubbornly stepped forward, he slightly lowered his center of gravity and blocked in front of Qin Goode.

He seemed to hear a whistle.

Then he saw the man's lips pursed slightly.

In the case of such a high-speed dribble...... How could he whistle against the wind?!

Boateng's mind went blank, and then he saw the whistling man shake to the left, so he subconsciously took a step in that direction.

Qin Good's left foot kicked the ball back to his right front and then swept past Boateng.

"Croquettes?!" Duan Yixuan's voice continued to improve, "Little forbidden area!" Shot! ”

Neuer sprinted desperately towards the goal, and subconsciously folded his legs: he knew that the terrible enemy in front of him had a nasty habit of shooting through the crotch.

However, Qin Good's shot didn't get between his legs, and the pesky Chinese toe was raised, and the black and white football slowly flew in the air.

"Pick shot?!"

It seemed like it was in slow motion, but Neuer couldn't touch it, he could only turn his head and watch the ball fall to the farthest point from him.

3-1！

Qin Gude opened his arms in front of Neuer, and the sun revealed from behind him, gilding a faint golden light around him, and the Bayern goalkeeper couldn't help but squint his eyes as if he saw the holy light. (To be continued.) )