Lineker, who was ready to prove himself in the penalty shootout, did not expect the opportunity to come early.

After conceding the goal, Dortmund recovered again, and after Heathfield used up the last substitution, the Hornets launched a tidal wave of attacks in the next ten minutes!

Lineker, who is facing the test again, still does not have the slightest carelessness in the face of attacks that have dropped a lot in tempo, high pick-up, low block, fish jump, side pounce, hand and foot at the same time, the voice roared out by the hoarse voice is extremely calm, and the sweat-wet eyes can't hide the light of concentration.

Until the final whistle sounded, his voice still echoed.

"Behind him, stuck in position, Latchinho cling"

The Brazilian couldn't contain his excitement for a long time, and before the whistle fell, he roared excitedly.

"We won, big brother!"

"Yes, we won, we won!" Barak couldn't hide his excitement, dragged his legs forward, ran to Rachinho's side, and wanted to give the other party a hug, but his feet were weak, and the whole person hung up.

The Brazilian is not much better than him, the guy who was already weak in his legs and feet, with a 188 big man hanging on his body, could no longer support it, and his legs twisted down like twists.

Before falling to the ground, he couldn't help muttering, "Crush me, you're not Catherine." ”

Barak let go of his hand and gasped for breath for a long time before he turned back to his train of thought from the blue sky and white clouds.

"Fair play, I like her too."

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The Brazilian's answer silenced both of them at the same time.

"Hey, Brazilian, good play, change jersey." A familiar voice broke the eerie atmosphere between the two.

Turn your head. The two identified the person who came.

Andres Müller.

"You're not bad at kicking!" Latchenho couldn't stand the praise of others, and at this time he looked like a standard Brazilian profiteer.

"Young man, he will be more promising than me in the future, come on." Andrés Müller turned his head as he undressed and looked at Barak.

"Thank you, I know the path I have to take. Thank you for your encouragement. Barak's face was much calmer, and he saw neither the joy of victory nor the surprise he had just had.

"If you want to be the core, you have to be a little more domineering. You don't have to let people see the idea, but you can't give in everywhere. That's Big Brother practice, not spiritual leadership. Latchenho finished whispering, looking at the fans in the stands who still refused to leave, "I love to be wordy, I hope you don't be weird." ”

"Hmm. Thank you. ”

"Haha, your team isn't as good as the legend!" Andres Müller took Lacchinho's jersey with a look of gossip.

"You guys are doing well, it doesn't look like it used to be good!" The Brazilian immediately turned his face and raised his eyebrows coldly.

"Hey, hey, it's a sore spot, let's go, let's talk about ours!" Andres Müller stretched out his hand. Dragged Barak to his feet.

"What are you talking about?" The German guy was confused.

"The national team roster is coming out."

"Die to two guys, what's so great about the World Cup. Look at me and see it! ”

After roaring with a sad and angry face, Latchenho rolled over and lay on the ground, pounding his hands and feet on the ground.

"Don't worry, you still have me." You Mo came over shirtless, sat on the Brazilian waist, and listened to the screams as if he had been shot. A peaceful face.

"Alas, that's nice, human leather couch."

The game, which was originally considered to be lacking in highlights, was first stirred up by Kaiserslautern and then fueled by Borussia Dortmund. In the end, it entered the history of the German Cup and left a strong mark.

At the end of such a game, whether it is an individual or a collective, there is a place for special books.

Needless to say, the second half of the game between the two teams was hailed as the best half of the season, as evidenced by that.

On a personal level, the most exaggerated is of course the guy who scored a hat-trick of assists.

The reason for the "claim" is that in the first goal, his small-angle shot gave Xie Lichuang a chance to make up for it, which can be regarded as an assist. Of course, it won't be counted in the statistics.

The top scorer was the assist king, and the turn was so great that it brought out a shard of glasses.

The Germans are still more realistic, and even if they want to boast, they have to be reasonable, evidence-based and logical, and blindly tout that it is something that the British love to do.

Starting his eighth game in a row, he scored eight goals in the previous seven games, such a guy is a nuclear weapon on the field. However, after all, people are not machines, whether physical or psychological, it is normal to have ups and downs, like his kind of full-court running style of play, basically every attack, every goal has to consume a huge amount of body.

Rehhagel would replace him every game, and the reason was naturally not for him to accept the cheers of the fans.

In this game, his state was not good, and it was not unexpected at all, and some of the emperor who knew the ball took the opportunity to blame the head coach's arrangement, thinking that he lost the watermelon for picking up sesame seeds.

In the first half of the game, everyone was temporarily shut up, and his table was quite in line with the usual level. But after the opponent started in the second half, his performance in defense was barely qualified, and in the offense, he obviously couldn't keep up with the rhythm of his teammates, and repeatedly hung behind everyone, looking like waiting for pie to fall from the sky.

But just when the belly slander became louder and the accusations were overflowing, he actually came to a beautiful small forbidden area with the guy who couldn't play with eight poles!

This is in front of the small penalty area, and any shooter will not give up the position of the shooting opportunity, and he actually chose to pass?!

The stunned guys had to admit it after watching the replay over and over again.

Even if he falls to the ground and tackles, the chance of scoring is slim, let alone the outside instep arc that he is not good at!

The cooperation shown by the two in this goal also surprised many people.

Guys who are basically not involved in organizing offenses, and few people give him the ball to deal with, but Booker did the opposite, and achieved a dazzling effect in a surprise.

With surprise and appreciation, everyone ushered in the final moment.

After seeing the slow motion clearly, all the doubts can only choose to be silent.

He was running almost all of the overtime, his pace was outrageously slow, but Ballack was the only one who handed him the ball. When Kuka was tackled to the ground with the ball, his movements were no less than in peak condition!

On both occasions, he had a decent start, but he didn't choose what he did best to help the team, was that intentionally compromised?

No one would think so.

As a leading shooter, it is a thankless task to give up the right to fire. Even if the result is good, it will be criticized for being domineering enough, and there will even be sunspots who regard this behavior as an evasion of responsibility.

Since it is not a concession, it can only be said that it is a reasonable distribution of physical energy and giving full play to the ability of teammates under the condition that the body is falling strictly.

However, this kind of ability should only be possessed by midfield masters, right?

It's a beautiful picture. Except for die-hard Red Devils fans, no one dares to imagine

At home, Lu Wei Zheng Lash is in the room.

"Beauty massage, I need a beauty massage!"

Lying on the bed that did not belong to him, You Mo screamed very energetically.

"Fuck off, I won't massage!" Zheng Zhiheng's eyebrows were cold, and his eyes hinted at Lu Wei's elbow joint pressing on him.

"I'm talking about beauty!" You Mo turned his head and looked at Zheng Lash with tears in his eyes.

"It's dead. You're dead! Zheng lashed out his hand, and the tennis racket was in his hand.

"It's a good tennis racket. How much is it worth? You Mo's eyes lit up and he nodded violently.

"Smash it, sister bought it!" Zheng Lash was unmoved, and the racket slowly fell.

"Heroes spare their lives!" You Mo quickly turned from a traitor to a national hero, and his voice was strong and powerful, "By the way, you are now in the WTA main event?" ”

"What's your business!" The racket eventually landed gently on the head of the object. Zheng lashes raised his head and pouted.

"It's a big deal, my daughter is going to learn tennis in the future, how can I do if the coach is not qualified!" You Mo screamed miserably, and big tears quickly dripped down. Turning his head, "Big brother, light, the thighs are not the waist!" ”

"It's a drop, and the thighs are much harder than the waist." Lu Wei looked emotional, and turned his head to tell Zheng Zheng.

"Tap, blame the pathetic." Zheng Yan looked carefully, and his sympathy suddenly rose.

"What are you learning, this massage level is not as good as Steward Lan!" You Mo suddenly regretted it, and he missed the old days very much in his heart.

"What is the butler doing?" Zheng Yan glanced at the serious Lu Wei, and it was a little difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

"With the baby, Sister Dan led the old man and the old mother out to play." You Mo lowered his head, his eyes misty.

"Don't come back at night?" Zheng Qi exclaimed.

"Said to be back." You Mo let out a long sigh and refused to say a word.

"Alas, it's good to have an aunt." Zheng Yan also sighed.

"Second mother, right?" Lu Wei didn't dare to confirm it.

"It's so ugly!" Zheng Qi exclaimed.

"Two* milk?" Lu Wei agrees.

"It's too indecent!" Zheng Yan still shook his head.

"Erniang?"

"Well, that's good!"

"Hey, asleep?"

"Hurry up!"

"Forget it, let him sleep."

Lu Wei let go of his hand, touched Zheng Eyelashes, and the two walked out the door.

went downstairs, and the two saw Jiang Xiaolan in the living room.

"Why haven't you moved?"

Zheng Zhi's way of greeting was more thunderous, and Lu Wei decisively moved a step sideways to keep a distance from her.

"I don't know, what's the hurry!" Jiang Xiaolan's face was slightly red, so she turned her head and patted the baby in her arms.

"Why don't you be in a hurry, take someone else's baby so carefully, wouldn't it be better to be your own?" Zheng Yan looked disappreciative, and wanted to touch the guy next to him with his elbow, but he poked it in the air.

"There's something wrong with the logic. I should say, 'I've learned almost all the experience, it's time to go into battle on my own'! Lu Wei patiently corrected it, and as a result, he reaped a shot of chestnuts.

"How can you force this kind of thing, I'm not in a hurry anyway." Jiang Xiaolan's face returned to normal, her body turned slightly, and she paced, "What about him, what is he doing alone?" ”

"Asleep, dove occupying Nestle." Lu Wei pointed to the roof.

"Ah, tired like this?" Jiang Xiaolan looked worried.

"It's okay, I won't start the next game." Lu Wei shook his head, his face calm.

"Is it really okay? If you can't recover, you can't come on as a substitute, right? Zheng Yan saw the expression of the good sister, so he went over and gently hugged her shoulder, turned his head and asked.

"Young, recover quickly, what are you afraid of." Lu Wei sighed and smiled bitterly, "On the contrary, the old guys are a little worried." (To be continued......)