"Miracle!" JAF, a German TV announcer, hugged the microphone and screamed, "It's only five minutes!" Kuba and Qin Goode fought back twice almost identically to equalize the score! Dortmund is in a desperate situation! ”

Florian Groger stuffed the 100 euros he had just placed on the table back into his wallet: "God forbid, I can see you guys again." ”

"Before the start of this season, many people predicted that there would be a fierce competition between Kuba and Qin Goode, and it would be difficult for them to get along, but this match made everyone shut their mouths!" Liu Jianhong was in high spirits, foaming at the stars, "It's only five minutes!" Kuba assists the ball twice to Qin Goode! They have shown unparalleled cooperation and tacit understanding! ”

"The second goal was more vividly displayed," Zhang Lu also made his own comment, "Kuba from the start to the break, and then to the ball all the way to the penalty area, from the beginning to the end of the observation behind him, but he just knew that Qin Gude would definitely appear in that vacancy, and Qin Gude also knew that his teammates would definitely choose to pass to him, which shows that there is enough trust between them, which caused these two extremely efficient counterattacks!" ”

"Ah," Liu Jianhong's brewing love suddenly cooled down automatically, he stared at the broadcast screen tightly, and there was a slight doubt in his voice, "Dortmund didn't celebrate, they ...... Do they still want to win?! ”

Why not?!

Chingoud handed the ball to the Olympiacos player, who couldn't wait to get back into play.

The fourth official on the sidelines held up an electronic sign, on which there was only a bright red number, "5".

"Five minutes of stoppage time!" Liu Jianhong also can't wait to see the reversal, "Maybe we can see a bigger miracle!" ”-

Olympiacos' coach Ernesto Valverde did not let Qin Gude and Liu Jianhong get his wish, and before the ball could be delivered, he requested one last substitution: replacing lone striker Jebr with a defensive midfielder.

"It seems that the Athens team is not going to attack," Vjotoft understood his intentions at a glance, "although there are no three points, it is also an acceptable ending to be able to score a point away from the devils." ”

By the time the substitution was over, halfway through stoppage time and the ball was still at the feet of the Olympiacos players – who were running out of time when they wanted to get through the back.

In order to launch the final attack, with the exception of goalkeeper Weidenfeller and the two central defenders of Hummels and Subotic, Dortmund's remaining eight players almost all lunged towards their nearest opponents, forcing Olympiacos to cut back on the ball and then make mistakes with a man-to-man defence.

As the last player to come on the bench, Qin Goode spared no effort to chase the football and ran wildly, but the opponent also played a twelve-point vigilance, and immediately passed the ball every time he didn't wait for him to get close.

Time flies by in Olympiacos' repeated inversions.

Both Jurgen Klopp and Valverde are looking down at their watches frequently, but they are in very different moods.

Klopp suddenly regretted it immensely: if he had given the first substitution to Qin Goode instead of Leitner, then the shape on the field now would not be so suffocating!

Why did my brain suddenly short-circuit at that time?

However, he had no time to think about it at all, as he saw that the referee had given up on running and was already looking down at his watch.

Just as he bowed his head, Grosskreutz and Leitner teamed up to cut off the ball from the feet of Ibagas - the 35-year-old Argentine midfielder, born in 1976, was really tired after playing the full 90 minutes, only to be pushed and bumped by the big cross, and he stumbled under his feet and had to lose possession.

"Attack!" Klopp's arm was almost thrown into Hot Wheels, and he wanted to get on the pitch and push his own player.

Leitner seemed to feel the manager's mood, and instead of holding the ball and watching, he swept the ball directly from the left to Cingud in the middle.

Because he has been pressing in the hinterland of the opponent's half, Qin Gude is only thirty meters away from the goal at this moment, he completed a sideways turn while receiving the ball, and then leaned over and directly moved his right leg!

At the moment of swinging his legs, he seemed to hear something, but it didn't affect his concentration in the slightest.

His spirit was all poured into his right leg, and he could clearly feel the tendons of his thigh straighten up with the violent swing, and the outside instep was heavily pumped against the side of the football.

"Shoot!"

Whether it was Liu Jianhong or JAF, they shouted the same word in unison.

Then I saw a black ball shadow draw a flowing arc, with a strong spin into the upper corner of the goal.

Rumble!

Westphalen Stadium is completely boiling!

Qin Goode clenched his fists hard, and he rushed towards the south stand, where the home fans were the most concentrated!

He's going to celebrate this great comeback with the fans!

All his team-mates behind him raced towards the South Stand, while Klopp on the other side tore his shirt in celebration.

"Ball ......" Liu Jianhong's love for half a minute was about to pour out, but the picture on the screen suddenly changed dramatically.

The scoreboard above the pitch was still 3-3 and there was no change since the goal.

Naihys, the referee from the Netherlands, crossed his arms and swung vigorously to his sides, then pointed out of the court.

At the same time, the whistle sounded again.

"Drip, drip!"

Jurgen Klopp's mouth widened, and the stadium fell into a deathly silence.

Qin Good, who was about to jump into the stands to receive the fans' bows, looked back blankly, and Naihys and his referee team had already walked out of the stadium.

"The game is over?" Zhang Lu in the studio was dumbfounded, "The referee blew off Qin Goode's countdown lore?!" ”

Liu Jianhong was also incredulous, he was just about to spew out the praise stuck in his throat, and he couldn't shout a word anymore.

Qin Gude, who had only played for 10 minutes, felt an indescribable tiredness.

He couldn't blame his team-mates for not doing their best enough: they were very aggressive in the first half, even attacking as hard as they could in the first 20 minutes of the second half, but luck wasn't on their side. And when there was a chance to overtake, they did not hesitate to cooperate with themselves to launch a comprehensive press towards the opponent, which caused their last shot.

If...... If you could run more aggressively......

If...... Grosskreutz's pressing was a little ahead of the curve......

If...... If Leitner could pass the ball a second earlier......

If...... If you shoot faster......

It's a pity that there are no ifs.

He couldn't tell how depressed he felt, so he took all his anger out on the ball when he returned to Dort.

He practiced dribbling and shooting for four hours until he collapsed to the ground from exhaustion, and Qin Gude, who returned home, didn't even have the strength to practice dribbling in the pool again.

He just climbed into bed in front of him and fell asleep.

He gritted his teeth in his sleep, his face angry and hideous.