Sure enough, Thiem's last choice was to volley into the far corner. And Weidenfeller was also secretly happy, but fortunately he kept a hand. After taking two large steps to the right, he leaned quickly and flew out into the far corner in a "one" shape.

"Whew!" Weidenfeller finally arrived, and he slapped the ball out of the way just as it was about to break the goal line. After the ball is blocked, it bounces to the middle and rolls out of the box.

Federico had already stepped in, but Kyle beside him was constantly interfering with him and putting pressure on him. Federico looked particularly excited today since the silence with Bayern, with a sudden stride on his left leg and his body leaning to the left as far as possible, completely blocking Kele's path.

Federico's right leg was raised high, but it was about to touch the ball. Kyle saw that he couldn't stop his opponent's shot, and immediately slammed it secretly. Caught off guard, Federico's body quickly pounced and fell into the box.

"Beep!" The referee's whistle sounded, and he ran up quickly.

"A free kick? Or a penalty? All eyes were on the referee.

"Penalty?" Tim rushed up quickly and looked at the referee with a look of hope.

However, the referee shook his head and pointed his finger to indicate that it was a free kick in front.

The Dortmund players were relieved to see that it wasn't a penalty, and not just because the referee didn't award a penalty. Another point is that Kyle's foul disrupted Karlsruhe's offensive rhythm, and if there were no fouls, only God knows how long they would have had this offensive passion.

Wu Feng in the backfield ran over quickly, who else could take such a free kick except him. He wiped the soccer ball clean, bent down to press it against the turf, took a few steps back, looked wickedly at the "between the legs" of the opponent's wall, stretched out his tongue, licked his lips, and seemed to have an idea.

His move really had a miraculous effect, and Dortmund's "meat shields" were terrified, and their bodies trembled slightly. Unconsciously, his hands tightly covered the important parts.

"Damn the Chinese Wu, you have to be on time, it's no joke to kick here. I haven't had a son yet, so I don't want to stop doing it so soon! This is the collective idea of the "meat shields", but thinking about Wu Feng's accurate free kick, it seems that the opponent is just scaring himself.

"Beep!" After the referee blows the whistle.

"Whoosh", the sound of football flying, clean and neat!

Wu Feng quickly kicked out a free kick, and the football crossed the wall without any suspense and went straight to the near corner of the goal!

And there, that's where the hole in the human wall lies. Warnes and Kyle were a little out of the box, and they didn't completely block the near corner.

Wu Feng also saw this, and his free-kick arced wide and went around their heads with precision.

Call! Call! The football spun sharply and rushed towards the gates of Dortmund like lightning!

"It's going to be bad!" Weidenfeller's heart jumped, and he immediately ran sideways towards the near corner of the goal. Although it was his first time for Wu Feng to fight, Kahn was broken by Wu Feng's free kick, and he did not dare to be careless.

On the goal line, Weidenfeller stretched his arms and flew high. He's fast and seems to be able to catch up!

However, no matter how fast it is, can it be as fast as this ball taken by Wu Feng?

Call!

Fast as lightning, running like a tiger, and fast as the wind, this is the overall feeling of Wu Feng's ball, which is simply galloping and invincible!

Although Weidenfeller's hand touched the football, he was still unable to block Wu Feng's shot due to the speed of the ball.

"Bang!" The ball slammed into the underside of the crossbar and then bounced into the net with incredible speed!

The ball is in!

"The ball is in! Wu Feng! It's Wu Feng! He scored a very beautiful goal again! In the way of a free kick! This ball is in the dead end! Entered! Liu Jianhong clenched his hands into fists and roared loudly with great excitement.

And in faraway Beijing, in a hotel, the hall was full of fans watching the game. Song Qian is about to leave Beijing for South Korea, and tonight is her parting dinner with some sisters.

Although Song Qian didn't understand football at all, the atmosphere in the hotel was very tense, especially the moment when Wu Feng made a free throw. His mood also tensed, and his eyes looked at the situation in the field with great concern.

"Although I can't understand it, the Chinese themselves still know which one." When the football ball broke through the goal, even she couldn't tell why, so she stood up and shouted loudly without the image of a lady.

But who cares if she's a lady at this time? The people in the entire hall were screaming wildly, applauding Wu Feng's free kick.

"You're getting better and better, but I seem to be even worse than you." Song Qian's eyes were a little dim, and she felt that she was getting farther and farther away from the young man on TV.

Less than 20 minutes into the game, Dortmund conceded a goal, much to the displeasure of the Dortmund players, who have always prided themselves as a Bundesliga powerhouse. After the restart, Dortmund began a fierce counter-attack.

In the 28th minute, the attack of the Hornets, Blaszczykowski burst forward with the ball on the side. Seeing this, Wu Feng immediately commanded Cohen and Porcello to assist in the defense, and commanded Zhang Cheng to block in front of Valdés. Seeing that there was no hope of a breakthrough, Blaszchikovsky had no choice but to pass back, and Dortmund's counterattack ended in vain.

In the 32nd minute, Klinger got the ball, immediately deducted Cohen, and shot from distance before Zhang Cheng came over to press.

Klinger's long-range shot is like a rainbow through the sun, and he can play in any position except the goalkeeper. His long-range shot was of very high quality, and the ball flew like a cannonball to the corner of the goal.

In the face of this fast-flying football, Wu Feng was prepared, not in a hurry, calmly moved two steps sideways, jumped with an incomparably domineering tiger body, and only held the football with both hands, defusing Dortmund's high-quality counterattack.

"Brilliant save!" Liu Jianhong couldn't help but praise, such a save was really wonderful.

"Hula!"

Wild Park Stadium immediately burst into warm applause, cheering for Wu Feng's wonderful save.

"Zhang Cheng, keep an eye on Klinger!"

"Cohen, act fierce, don't act like a!"

"Federico, press on, rush forward, don't cower in a!"

Guarding the rear, Wu Feng has an extremely wide field of vision, and at this moment, he is like a commander in formation, constantly giving instructions to his teammates and guiding them in the next defense.

Under the command of Wu Feng, Karlsruhe withstood several rapid attacks by Dortmund. And after they withstood it, they also launched several attacks to go back, but in the later time, the wonderful play of the two goalkeepers blocked the brilliance of all the players.