Oliver Rolf Kahn, 28 years old, at the peak of his career, is nicknamed 'The Golden Lion King' and 'Thunderbolt'. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 On the info football field, Kahn has a solipsistic temperament and never gives in. Kahn's goalkeeping skills are very well-rounded and have a lot of control. Especially the blocking of the opponent's striker, he is like a roaring war lion, which makes the opponent frightened, and the general striker with a slightly poor psychological quality will involuntarily weaken his legs.

In the 2002 World Cup in South Korea and Japan, the overall performance and performance of the German team was not good, and in the end, it was all thanks to the courage of Ballack and Kahn, who only conceded one goal in the first six games. Although in the final, Kahn was beaten by Ronaldo due to a finger injury, but Kahn still won the Ballon d'Or for his outstanding performance and great prestige.

Kahn had few technical weaknesses in the box, and if he had any weakness, it was his mediocre penalty skills. But in front of most opponents, his breathtaking momentum and falcon-like eyes are more than enough. When the vast majority of players take penalties, it is difficult not to be disrupted by Kahn's fierce murderous spirit.

Today, however, the newborn calves of Madiburg have long since been inflated by their pride to the point of arrogance. The invincible Bayern Munich won penalty kicks from each other, so that these young masters were empty-eyed at the moment. Not to mention Karn, even if there are Beckham, Ronaldo, Figo and Rozidane standing in front of him, the masters of Madiburg can tear them alive.

Mertesacker was the first to walk to the twelve-yard tee. Just now, he fought with Little Pig, Second Brother, and Scar for a long time, and used a lot of promises in exchange for this first opportunity to show his face. Mertesacker stood in front of the soccer ball with his head held high, his tall, slender figure like a towering lighthouse, completely oblivious to Karn's fierce teeth and claws.

Whistle, run-up, push-shot. The ball scurried into the bottom left corner of the goal, and Kahn gambled to the right. Mertesacker raised his winning hands, Madiburg 1:0 Bayern Munich.

Clark Edmund walked to the goal line, thinking about what Zhuo Yang had just told him: What was Zhuo's reason for doing this? But I'm sure Zhuo won't play tricks on me, he's a good guy and a serious person. Alas, it doesn't matter, anyway, saving a penalty is gambling, and no one will blame me if I lose the ball. How to pounce is not pounced, just listen to Zhuo Yang.

Standing in a row with his teammates in the center circle, instead of putting his shoulders on each other's shoulders like everyone else, Zhuo Yang stood on the far right and nervously watched Ballack as he walked to the penalty spot. Zhuo Yang wasn't sure if his intuition was reliable, after all, the first few times were just a hazy feeling.

Barak began to run, and when he was still about three meters away from the football, Zhuo Yangxin said: "Yes, the lower right corner!" Without hesitation, he raised his left hand to Edmund.

Edmund's eyes kept wandering between Ballack and Zhuoyang, which made it difficult for him to keep the goalkeeper in a high concentration when saving a penalty. Ballack gradually leans slightly to the right side during the run, which is usually more comfortable to play on the left side. However, Zhuo Yang pointed to the lower right. Edmund suddenly hesitated, but then chose to believe Zhuo Yang, threw himself to the right, and stretched his palm as far as he could. There was no problem, Ballack opted to volley into the bottom right corner of the goal, and Edmund also chose that direction.

Unfortunately, Edmund's slight frowning hesitation, coupled with the speed of Ballack's volley, sent the ball into the net as Edmund's fingertips skimmed. 1:1。

In the sigh of the people of Madiburg, Edmund rose to his feet. Although he didn't hit the football, he was more confident: I believe that Zhuo Yang is absolutely right. Edmund nodded at Zhuo Yang in the distance, and Zhuo Yang responded in the same way. In the tense and noisy arena, no one noticed their actions and the implications.

Scar Ribery made a big splash today, dragging the giant Bayern into a penalty shootout with one pass and one shot. In this match against the all-German broadcast, the Frenchman became the brightest star of Madiburg. Scar grinned and walked to the front of the football, pressed the ball the twelve-yard point, and pulled away with a proud face, the scar on his face glamorously ugly.

Shoot angrily! The ball went through the corner, and Kahn pounded the turf in anger, and he looked even uglier than Ribery.

Madiborg 2:1 Bayern Munich.

Nico Kovac, Bayern Munich's main central defender, the core of the Croatian national team's midfield. Kovac has excellent footwork and mental quality. Clark Edmund didn't look at the Croatian in front of him who was pretending to provoke him, he set his eyes on Zhuo Yang in the center circle, his legs slightly bent and his arms open, ready to defend.

Suddenly, Zhuo Yang's hands were clenched into fists and pressed tightly to his chest. What do you mean? Mid lane? Kovac hit the ball and Edmund didn't move.

Nick Kovacito's big spoon shot was easily confiscated by a steady Edmund, the monkey trickster was teased, and the people of Madiburg cheered with excitement.

At the end of the two rounds, Madiburg led 2:1.

Schweinsteiger, the piggy who took the lead in the third round, pulled out his foot and shot angrily, but because the angle was not tricky enough, Kahn flew in the opposite direction and lifted the bottom line. Ze Roberto then slammed into the corner of the left goalpost, and although Edmund pounced in the right direction under the command of Zhuo Yang, he was helpless to take this theoretical corner.

After three rounds, the two sides fought 2:2.

The atmosphere has frozen in the hustle and bustle.

The second brother Montolivo tied his long black hair with his hand and tied the hairband again, and the eyes of the handsome and flowing Italian literary and artistic youth were full of brilliance. He looked up at the dark night sky under the lights, and raised his eyes to look at the blue sky, as bright as a jade tree in front of the wind.

Rioting shots, the second brother once again mocked Karn mercilessly.

Madiburg 3:2.

Intelligence shooter Pizarro's half-high ball from the right was hit by Madiburg goalkeeper Edmund, who had been warned in advance, and hit the crowd of reporters.

After four rounds, Madiborg led Bayern Munich 3:2.

Zhuo Yang appeared.

The 80,000 people were silent, and the gaze from the 160,000 eyes seemed to have materialized, all condensed on Zhuo Yang. If he could have scored the penalty, the game would have ended with a 4-2 scoreline that would have deprived Hargreaves of the need to play. If he can score the penalty, Madiborg will claim their first prestigious trophy in their history. If he can shoot through Kahn, the first team in the history of German football and even European football will produce the first team to win the top tier.

Zhuo Yang stood in front of the football and still didn't open the running distance. He grinned at Edmund, who gave him a thumbs up, and then at Oliver Karn, who was grim-faced. His brothers were close to each other in the centre circle, Klopp, Hasler, Kalitzaski, Stuberner, Carlisle and others on the bench were leaning hand to shoulder, and in the stands there were 20,000 big SB and Marc Venster who were close to each other hand in hand.

The wind of an early summer night blows from the Baltic Sea, across the long and tranquil German canals, across the vast and prosperous plains of northern Germany, through the Berlin Olympic Stadium, and through Zhuo Yang's sweat-soaked blue and white jersey, the number "18" glittering in the stadium lights.