Before Ballack had time to summarize his free kick just now, he had to stand on the human wall and happened to switch positions with Zheng Zhi who took the penalty kick.

He missed the lore, and naturally hoped that Zheng Zhi would miss the lore. In the current situation, the two sides have reached a draw, and everyone can't go to the Champions Cup, but to the League Cup......

He didn't think Kaiserslautern still had time to fight back, and after Zheng Zhi kicked this ball, the game was basically over, and he couldn't even kick off again.

Alas......

A heavy frustration flashed through my heart.

"The free-kick is not so easy to score, the score is like this, 2-2, they are all losers, none of them beat anyone, in the end it is Dortmund who wins, Dortmund can be ready to celebrate, after this free kick."

Breitner was not optimistic that Zheng Zhi would be able to kick this ball in. A free-kick is not a penalty, how can it be said to be scored, it takes a lot of luck.

Dortmund fans thought the same thing, but they prayed for Kaiserslautern anyway.

"Don't go in,"

"Don't go in,"

"Don't go in!"

"Don't go in."

Their fists were clenched tightly, obviously not really thinking that Zheng Zhi would not be able to score this goal, they were still nervous.

As for Kaiserslautern fans? Their spirit has completely languished, whether they go in or not, they can't see any hope, thinking that Kaiserslautern has no time to counterattack, and there is no use in losing peacefully, if Ballack had just seized that opportunity to score, but now? Hehe......

Only Eintracht Frankfurt fans are still dreaming.

"Zheng can,"

'All he had to do was hit the ball and he almost scored.'

"Don't hit the wall, don't kick the fly, kick the kick, kick the goalkeeper's arms."

In fact, there are a lot of requirements, and it is not easy to do these three points at the same time......

Zheng Zhi wiped the sweat from his face, straightened his messy hair, and then slowly retreated, carefully measuring the distance of the run. Naturally, he knew the importance of his own foot.

It's either cool or it's worth a fortune.

The live camera and all the eyes of the scene fell on him.

The high human wall blocking the front, like an impassable Great Wall. He saw Barak's silent face, Sforza's panting heaving chest, and a dazed face......

Beep

The whistle finally sounded.

Zheng Zhi's gaze froze and swept to the upper left corner of the goal.

Run-up, kick-out. With his whole body pressed frantically to the left side of his body, his left foot looked almost 50 degrees, and he pulled out the best shooting position and angle. The left ankle turned slightly, and the instep of the right foot accurately pumped the ball on the lower right side, and the ball climbed sharply and jumped quickly from the left side of the human wall!

"Whew~"

At that moment, almost everyone stretched their necks, and some even pressed their faces in front of the TV screen.

Between the electric lights and flints, the ball crossed a distance of 28 meters and quickly rotated towards the upper left corner of the goal, the graceful arc seems to have been drawn with a tool, it is a perfect parabola, condensing the arc and angle.

"Ahh

There was a sound in the sky, and then the ball finally flew into the top left corner of the goal.

“gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooal!”

“gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooal!”

“goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooal!”

"Zheng !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Lore !!"

"Lore !!"

"Lore !!"

Breitner completely forgot what he had just said, and instantly became infinitely agitated.

Knock knock!

Knock knock!

Huang Jianxiang slammed the table six times in a row, and he had already stood up with red eyes.

"Last minute,"

"A miracle was performed at the last minute."

"Zheng Zhi!"

"Zheng Zhi drew a perfect end to the season with an unintentional free kick!"

"At this moment we can forget Barak, forget Basler, forget Hasler, Deisler, Mateus!"

"He's the brightest player in the Bundesliga, there's no one!"

"His name is Zheng Zhi!"

The Eagle Stadium was like a sloping and collapsing seawall, and the raging tide swept everything wildly, and the Kaiserslautern fans were instantly submerged.

The light of victory shone brightly, and the haze of defeat swallowed Kaiserslautern.

Zheng Zhi took off his shirt, revealing eight hard abdominal muscles, and frantically rushed to the coach's seat and rushed towards Schuster.

With a bang, he jumped directly on Schuster, who almost didn't stand firm, and pushed his right foot back a step before staggering to save Zheng Zhi.

Behind him, except for the substitute goalkeeper in front of the goal, who was still on the goal line, all the other teammates rushed over to celebrate.

"God,"

"I can't believe it, a miracle just happened."

"Zheng, he's the hero of the Eagle Stadium."

"I don't think there's a player in Frankfurt's history who has been so dominant."

"No, absolutely not."

"At this age, writing such a brilliant chapter would be overshadowed by any player."

"Behind him is the lonely figure of Barak."

"As I said earlier, the draw was a defeat for two people, and neither won the other, but God clearly favored Zheng, and he let Zheng put on a last-minute kill. In fact, Barak got the opportunity first, but he failed to take it, and finally let Zheng seize the opportunity. ”

"This is the final outcome of the summer of 1999."

"No, maybe there's still a little bit of time......" Breitner quickly reversed himself, he didn't want to be slapped in the face again.

Alas, Balak, who was standing on the court, flicked a heavy breath again, a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes unabashedly, and his face was full of bitterness, thinking that he could accept a draw, but it turned out to be a failure! Zheng Zhi still won the war after all.

The referee was still very face-saving and still gave Kaiserslautern the opportunity to kick off, but this time was only symbolic, and when Risher kicked the ball, the referee immediately blew the whistle for the end of the game.

The Eintracht Frankfurt players immediately rushed into a ball, and off the pitch, Schuster and the coaching staff and substitutes rushed up in a frenzy, and the stands became a sea of celebration, and many Eintracht Frankfurt fans jumped over the billboards and ran onto the pitch......

At this moment, it is not the fans of Kaiserslautern who are sad, but the fans of Dortmund who are also crying fathers and mothers, and they are much more painful than the fans of Kaiserslautern.

"What?"

"It's so fake!"

"How can it be killed!"

"Did the goalkeeper release the water? Say it's in? ”

"I'm so tired, poor Dortmund, it's just 30 seconds away!"

"They went to play the Champions Cup qualifiers, and it is estimated that they will be eliminated after two legs, a bad team with no experience, alas."

"Alas,"

"Alas......!"