The race kicked off with the frantic shouts of the Nuremberg fans!

At the start of the first half, the home team Nuremberg took the lead, and as Wu Feng expected, they did not try, did not adjust, and there was no such thing as a steady rhythm.

As soon as they came up, they launched wave after wave of ferocious attacks on Karlsruhe, with Mintal and Behrens moving closer to the sides to attract Karlsruhe's midfielders.

Then, taking advantage of the weakness of the opponent's middle, he began to punch hard, and every touch, every pass, and every pass of the Nuremberg players could cause a wave of cheers in the Gend Stadium.

As long as a home player in the stadium is in possession of the ball, the fans can accurately shout his name, and the momentum is very fierce.

Although Marc also went to defend, he didn't feel a tingle in his heart in the face of his old rival Mintar. The scene of the German Cup final is as vivid as if it happened yesterday.

Thinking of this, Mark's heart was furious, and he wanted to pay the account back. He greeted him, but what he didn't expect was that Mintal didn't entangle him too much.

After a few shakes, the ball at Mintal's feet flew away at some point, leaving Marc running back and forth with him, and when he stopped, he saw that the ball was missing from his opponent's feet.

"Where?" Mark's heart was shocked, and he hurriedly turned his head to find the ball.

The football was at Behrens' feet and he continued to play towards the Karlsruhe penalty area. Jonas hurried up to intercept, or at least he had to slow down his opponent's progress so that the rest of his teammates had time to make up for it.

Behrens remembered the coach's pre-match words that he had to play quickly and decisively, and he didn't get entangled with Jonas. Taking advantage of Jonas's passive position, he hoisted the ball directly to the left front of the Karlsruhe penalty area.

Vitek followed suit on the left, stopped a pass from team-mate Behrens, and immediately cut inside the line into the Karlsruhe penalty area.

Eichner immediately went to block, but Vitek flicked the outside of his right foot and quickly dodged his shot into space. Without waiting for his teammates in the middle to follow, and without waiting for Pisot to react, he directly pulled out his leg and shot angrily.

Wu Feng saw Victor enter the penalty area and just wanted to remind Pisot to be careful of his opponent's shots. But as soon as he saw Eichner passing, Viktor's movements changed, and he knew that it was too late to remind, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart that the opponent's first shot came so quickly.

"It's the rhythm of a blitzkrieg!"

The ball was fluttering and spinning, and the power was also full, and it passed through Pisot's past blockade in one fell swoop. Wu Feng didn't dare to drag it out, such a shot was too variable, and it was easy to get out of his hands at close range, so he jumped up and directly hit the ball out of the penalty area with both fists.

But Nuremberg played with continuity, and they put a lot of troops up front. After the football was beaten out by Wu Feng, the first point was actually grabbed by them, but Karlsruhe was not afraid of the opponent's continuous attack, and the players performed their duties in an orderly manner and occupied their positions.

Under the cover of Mintal, Banovic stuffed the ball straight into the box on the right. This time, Vitek was stuck in the middle by Pisot and couldn't pick it up. But let's not forget that another Nuremberg striker, Sayenko, stepped in from behind.

Sayenko glanced at the goal and saw that Stolka was running towards him on the road ahead, ready to stop him. Sayenko was very smart, and when he raised his foot, he paused, causing Stoll to pause a little.

Then he quickly shot with his leg, and the ball immediately exploded into the Karlsruhe goal like a disarmed cannonball, and Stoll was so weak that he could only watch the ball fly by.

"It's very fast, they work well together, they are worthy of being an old Bundesliga team, and the strength of the last game of last season is completely different." Wu Feng did not forget to flash a thought at the last moment, admiring the Nuremberg attack.

However, appreciating and appreciating, although Sayenko's shot was very powerful, the angle was a little right, and Wu Feng directly pulled up the onion on the dry ground and slapped the football out again with one palm.

The football flew to the middle, and although Wittke was a bit domineering, Pisot was always pressing closely by his side. This time it was Pisot who got to the spot, flicking his header straight out of the penalty area on the side, and Jonas immediately crossed diagonally into the middle.

Marc and Mintal rushed towards the football at the same time, and as they ran, their shoulders kept hitting each other, making a muffled sound, and the two were inseparable for a while. This time Marc was desperate, he didn't want to lose like this.

Just as the two were at a stalemate, Federico suddenly appeared and ran towards the center circle.

"Hurry back to defense!" Mintal's nerves immediately tensed, and after a loud roar, he desperately chased after Federico.

But Federico didn't get too hungry for the ball and pushed straight ahead, and Porcello could barely control the ball under the pressure of the opposing wing-back Wolf.

The other party didn't let him turn around at all, but he didn't intend to turn around, and his right calf swung up and knocked on the right side.

Freis knew that he was not fast with the ball, and he was afraid of delaying the speed of the counterattack, so he made a long-distance pass. The ball spanned the entire Nuremberg penalty area and flew straight to the left wing.

Capalani flickered slightly, then reacted quickly, shook off Beecham, and rushed towards the ball spot.

Capalani didn't stick to the ball too much, he knew that the opponent was chasing back, and the more time passed, the smaller the chance. He picked up his left thigh and crossed directly, rubbing the bottom of the soccer ball by the way, and the spin attached to the soccer ball was a little bigger.

After swooping into the box, he bypassed several Nuremberg's defenders and fell into the centre.

Nuremberg centre-back Glauber made an extremely stupid move, almost subconsciously raising his right arm to signal to the linesman and referee that Federico was offside.

But just such a delay, Federico has surpassed him by two positions, and goalkeeper Schaefer dared to hesitate, regardless of whether the referee ruled that the opponent was offside, and rushed directly out of the small penalty area.

Federico turned his head to look at the ball's gliding track, and shot directly before Schaefer could rush out, and the ball immediately bounced lightly, easily shaking off Schaefer's attack.

"Oops! Carl Ruhe's Federico got the chance to hit the empty goal, Glauber was so stupid that he didn't go to intercept Federico! Trausch, the on-site commentator, spoke to all the Nuremberg fans at the moment.

Coach Hans was also secretly scolding Glauber for being stupid, staring nervously at Federico, hoping for a miracle.

The door is empty! Federico was overjoyed.

"Bell!"

The ball finally hit the top of the crossbar of the Nuremberg goal and flew off the bottom line.

It was Federico's turn to be embarrassed, and he put his head in his hands, he couldn't believe that his footwork was so bad.

Capalani's face immediately darkened, and he quickly turned back to defend, his pass really couldn't find a single fault, only this last kick, but Federico's shooting skills were really a little ......

Now he finally felt why Federico looked crazy in the past, and he had wasted a lot of Federico's passes before.