Although Wu Feng inadvertently broke a world 100-meter sprint speed, because there was no too professional test on site, this result would not be recognized by the world, unless Wu Feng was arranged by professionals to run like this.

But this Wu Feng didn't care, he didn't bother to run like this again, it didn't count, so as to save himself from being suspected. However, such a fast run also made him a little weak, and he could only rest against the goalpost, and that panting look showed everyone that his situation was not so good now, and this save was already his best effort.

After a moment of celebration, the referee came over and stopped them from continuing to celebrate, after all, it was only a save, not a goal.

Stuttgart's corner kick was only about 10 minutes away from the end of the 90th minute, but at this moment, not only Gomez, but even the battle-tested Cacao also looked absent-minded, and there was a familiar scene in their eyes that made Becker and others familiar, this is a confused look.

Faced with an almost empty lob that could not be broken down, Gomez really couldn't think of any other way to break through the Chinese goalkeeper's goal.

Do you have to rely on penalties?

It seems that this is not the best approach, as coach Almin has said that the opponent has kept a clean sheet on penalties so far, and his success rate is much better than that of Valdés.

And he couldn't score with an empty goal, and with a penalty kick in the face-to-face face, Gomez didn't dare to say that he could score.

Cacau didn't know how to comfort his young partner, he had already tried it in Oliver Kahn, but he had relied on the power of time to heal himself. A young genius like Gomez can only rely on himself, and as long as he can be reborn, his strength will definitely reach a higher level.

At this time, the referee blew the whistle for the resumption of the game, this corner kick was crucial, Pardo stood in the corner area, took a deep breath, calmed himself, and then sent the ball into the penalty area with a hard kick.

Like an intercontinental missile, the ball flew high in the air, and chaos arose in the Karlsruhe goal area.

Everyone wants to squeeze out of the people around them and fight for this ball, Wu Feng's eyes are even more staring at the football in the air, quickly judging the trajectory of the football in his head, he wants to judge the landing point of the football faster.

Gomez was also back to normal for the time being, his height made him Stuttgart's air tyrant, and he wanted to use this best opportunity to bring shame to himself. And it's clear that Pardo is looking for exactly that.

Lu Hao is 178 cm, and Gomez is 189 cm, no matter how you look at his height, he is the tallest player in the penalty area, and Pardo is obviously pinning his hopes of scoring on him.

"This is it!" Wu Feng quickly judged the landing point of the football, opened his hands, jumped up vigorously, and punched the falling football.

The tallest Gomez also judged the position of the football at this time, and he pressed Dick and Boden behind him to the death, and Boden both used all the strength of the milk together, but he couldn't squeeze Gomez, who was younger and stronger than them.

Seeing that Wu Feng jumped very high, Cacao knew that he had no chance to hit the ball, but he was a little worried that Gomez would not be able to compete with this magical opponent, so he pulled Wu Feng's jersey without leaving a trace.

"Nima, who dragged me?" Lu Hao was dragged by Kakao like this, the center of gravity of his body shifted slightly, and his rising body paused slightly.

Seeing that the football was about to fall and was grabbed by Gomez, he cursed indignantly in his heart, and at the same time, with a stiff waist, he forced his body to turn his center of gravity back, and punched the football in front of Gomez in advance.

"What? How is this possible? I lost to him in my best header? Gomez was helpless in mid-air, and the last of his fighting spirit was lost in this overhead.

"Is this Chinese a monster? I'm like this, he can still hit the football first, is he really invulnerable? It's impossible, he must have a weakness, it's just how do we find out, it seems that he has strengthened the weakness like last time. Damn, what to do? Kakao was a little anxious, although he was experienced, but in the face of Wu Feng, he still had a feeling of having nowhere to put his feet, and he was helpless.

The ball was picked up by Capalani near the centre circle, who again attacked Stuttgart's goal, while he was still followed by Osorio, who had frozen him for more than 80 minutes.

He knew he didn't have many opportunities, and he had an opponent behind him who couldn't slow down him. Capalani was in a hurry, but he knew he couldn't hold on, so he had to run to the backfield with all his might, kicking the ball a few meters away, and then struggling to catch up, he had to compete with Osorio for speed.

The two ran towards the soccer ball like a 100-meter sprint, and then Capalani hit the soccer ball one step early, and the ball flew a few meters away again. The two continued to fly towards the football.

"Wow, the final showdown between Capalani and Osorio, which one is faster!"

After the two, there are players from both sides, and they are also speeding to follow.

At this time, Capalani was almost out of strength, and his lips were a little white, but he still gritted his teeth and insisted, and Osorio, who was next to him, was also breathing very rapidly, although his speed was about the same as Capalani, his physical strength was still poor, and he couldn't stand it for such a long time.

The two kept chasing the football, and when they were about to reach the baseline, Capalani suddenly sped up a step, which was a position faster, and he directly clicked the football with his foot, causing the football to pause just before qualifying.

But when the football stopped, his body couldn't stop like this, and under the huge effect of inertia, he and Osorio both flew out of the bottom line, and only the football stayed alone in front of the bottom line, like an abandoned child.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Two loud bangs rang out, Capalani and Osoriozizi crashed into the billboard, and both big men couldn't help but let out a groan.

Capalani's efforts paid off, as he was followed by Bolcello, who was no slouch to get the ball ahead of Hilbert and then immediately to Federico, who was plugged in in the middle.

But in front of him, Pardo and Hitzelsperger were in front of him, and they had been guarding against attacks in the middle.

Federico didn't force his way through, he had tried many times, he didn't waste time, he gently knocked back his right foot to Vazenik, and then continued to run forward himself.

After receiving the ball, Vazenik drew a tackle from Hitzelsperger and then knocked the ball across to Haag, who went on to the Stuttgart penalty area in one-twos.

At this point, Vazenik made a brilliant through ball and just as Pardo wanted to step up to intercept it, he passed the ball to Federico in front of the box.

Federico made a gesture to insert himself into the box, but flicked the ball with his toes, shaking Del Pierre's center of gravity for a moment, and then lifting his foot to volley.

Mela hurriedly stepped forward to block and prevent Federico from shooting easily, but he didn't expect Federico to fake this time, fake a real pass, push with his right foot, and pass to the feet of Thiem, who was waiting on the right side.