In the silence of the Munihei Stadium, the two old guys in the frantic machine-gun fire stopped their mouths at the same time.

Stunned, all stunned!

What is it?

Obviously, you can catch up with it with a brisk step, turn around with a sliding step, and shake your head to attack the goal, right?

Okay, that's complicated, but it's always more imitative than non-human actions, right?

Why do you have to use actions that can only be done on Mars to scare earthlings?

The lawn is not a gymnastics mat, and you can still complete a volley in the air?

No, it's a flying kick in taekwondo, right?

It doesn't seem right, this is definitely BruceLee's "three-legged serial"!

However, it's not a plank that is kicked, so you have to control the angle, right?

Does this guy even know what he's doing?

Good for a while.

"Uh, well, things are not going well for Bayern."

After all, Smitl is a genuine commentator, and it is unfortunate to snub the audience because of surprise.

"Plus there may be 10 minutes of stoppage time, and two goals are needed to achieve a reversal, so I can't wait!"

After another sentence, there was still no sound next door, and Smittel stretched out his arm and touched his old partner.

"yes, it's a demoralizing goal like this."

Gerd Müller woke up faintly, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he was not on the point. But fortunately, since it is an old partner, it is not difficult to solve some small problems.

Smittel's topic and tone shifted together.

"It's too exaggerated, it's too unimaginable, it's so unforgettable! At that moment, the Munihe Olympic Stadium fell into a collective silence! I believe that the audience in front of the TV is just like us. I just want to stop the game completely, so we can watch it over and over again! ”

Gad Müller was not infected at all this time, and the old man looked tired. Close your eyes and shake your head gently.

"How come, so relaxed?"

"Huh?"

"The championship is just around the corner, the time is only 10 minutes, do you know how heavy this game is?" Gerd Müller sighed softly, his voice calming a little.

"Definitely. Sesk, Barak, Sforza. Kuka, the four of them, plus the last terminator Mo, have an average age of just 21 years old. Under the noses of 78,000 spectators. 150 million people are closely watching. When the miracle was just around the corner, they worked together and used what they did best to compose a song of victory. ”

"No, it's more than that, they don't seem to be satisfied!"

"What ?!!!"

Not satisfied?

Not satisfied?

No one dares to believe their eyes.

On the field, re-kick-off the game. The Bayern team, which was frantically engaged in attack, had not yet advanced the ball to 30 meters in front. I have already met with strong resistance!

The Kaiserslautern guys didn't seem to know the time, the score, and the championship was just around the corner, they all had calm expressions, standardized movements, and clear positions.

Retreat on all fronts?

This is going to break the ball on the spot and fight back, right?!

So obsessed with attacking?

What exactly are you trying to prove?

The championship is already secure, what else needs to be proven?

Aren't you afraid that greed will be too big and you will lose your life?

Look, something is wrong!

Basler dribbled forward on the right and played a beautiful back-heel pass to the defender. Sauer kept the ball straight through, Elber received the ball in the middle was a high-speed change of direction to get rid of, and the Lachinho behind him moved slowly, and the outstretched foot did not touch the ball. Elber tripped and fell to the ground, and this fall was not light! ”

"In the middle, less than two metres from the penalty area, it's a huge test for both sides!"

"One-on-one, Bayern still have a slight advantage, and if Kaiserslautern doesn't make up for it with a numerical advantage, there is a lot of pressure on the defensive line!"

"I don't understand, I don't understand. Is it because you are afraid that you will lose face if you retreat on all fronts and survive these 10 minutes? ”

"Face? Is face so important? ”

"I don't know, my intuition tells me that it won't be an ethereal thing like face."

'That's natural, such an important game, arguably the most important game in the 18-year history of the Bundesliga, what could be more important than the result?'

"Wait, you haven't stood up yet, are you hurt?"

"There are only 5 minutes of regular time, and Elber can't seem to hold on!"

"Yes, in such a desperate situation, as long as you can stand up, it is impossible to lie down and wait for the team doctor!"

"Look at the slow mirror, ah, the knee joint seems to be twisted before hitting the ground!"

"It must have been this one, when the left foot stepped forward, it kicked on Latchinho's foot, and the whole body could not maintain balance in the high-speed movement, and fell to the left. As a result, all the weight of the body is pressed on the left knee joint, resulting in a more common knee sprain. ”

"It shouldn't be too serious, but it's probably not going to be good in this game."

"The Golden Boot?"

"It can't be helped, the guy who scored two hat-tricks in a row is standing across from him. Such an opponent is no longer a normal human being. ”

on the field.

The abrupt interruption of the race made both sides a little uncomfortable, as if a marathon race was about to reach the end of the race and was called for a timeout.

Elber's injury came as a surprise to everyone.

Such collisions are common on the football field, and if you have to find a reason for this injury, there is probably only one that is more convincing.

Bad luck.

Seeing the pained look on his compatriot's face, Rachinho put away his suspicious gaze and wanted to reach out to pull the other party up, but he stopped in the air halfway through, and apologized in Portuguese.

The Bayern soldiers who surrounded him had a bad face, but they couldn't afford to delay the time in front of them, and after expressing their condolences one by one, they didn't mean to settle accounts with Rachinho.

Elber recovered from the initial pain and began to receive emergency treatment from the team doctor.

The gushing spray of freezing made his breathing slower a bit, and he spoke. Facing his teammates, he said, "Come on, it's hard to come by." ”

There was no anger in his voice. There was no unwillingness, no discouragement, no trepidation.

It's simple, it's ordinary, as if in a warm-up game, you met an opponent with an extremely serious attitude.

Basler was also one of the listeners, a remark he never expected. It was still echoing in his ears until Elber was carried out on a stretcher, and he still didn't come back to his senses.

Wait for the whistle to blow. He turned his head and glanced at the opponent's dugout not far away.

There, there's Rehhagel.

With his eyes closed, he can recall the old man with a smiling voice.

Why. Going to leave yourself?

Why. Looking at your expression is still so calm?

Why, to be so nice to yourself?

Why has the unrepaid favor become an eternal pain in the heart?

"The guy who has been living in the past, hurry up."

An unfamiliar voice interrupted his thoughts, and he turned his head to see a face in front of him that had once been extremely hateful. Standing in the midst of the human wall, calmly looking at him.

"What's the matter with you?"

Basler came back to his senses and grinned. The muscles in his face moved.

"You think too much and it affects the quality of the game." The voice on the other side was still calm. By the way, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the stands.

The referee's whistle had just sounded, and Basler had obviously made some delays, which immediately caused impatient voices in the stands.

"Oh, you're in such a hurry, aren't you afraid of losing the championship in your hand?" Basler said in a raised voice as he stepped back.

"More important things than the championship are waiting for us." After saying this, he looked up and looked at the coach's seat.

Rehhagel could see it clearly, and a smile appeared on his face.

"You're welcome, then."

Basler could also see clearly, and the unspeakable pain in his heart was relieved. Take a deep breath, small steps forward, one, two, three, three steps, his body leaned to the left to 45 degrees, the whole person is like a motorcycle overtaking in a corner, high-speed driving, the front wheel hits the ground, the rear wheel just relies on inertia to throw out, can hit the target without a trace.

The height of the ball around the human wall is not bad, but judging from the flight trajectory, it is completely impossible to get in close contact with the goal. This perception is so common that the experienced Lineker thinks so in the midst of a sigh.

Unfortunately, sometimes, it is not enough to only observe with your eyes, judge only with experience, and use only conventional thinking!

Intuition, or imagination, is the difference between the top and the best.

When there were still about ten meters to go to the goal, the increasingly exaggerated arc made everyone's eyes shine and made Lineker's heart cold.

In the 87th minute of the game, the score was 3:3.

In the sudden cheers and roars, the ball in the goal was kicked away by Lineker's frustrated kick.

The Red Devils are a bit of a god.

Such an exaggerated arc is also far beyond their cognition, and the conceded goal seems to be logical. It's just that, as a goalkeeper, as long as the opponent has no luck bonus, any direct free kick from outside the penalty area will become an unforgettable shame.

Now, with about 6 minutes of stoppage time left, Bayern's such an efficient attack has every chance to go to the next city!

What to do?

Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but turn their heads and look at the guy who was talking calmly with the object of revenge.

Yumo's near-depleted energy reserves were somewhat relieved this round, and he was trying to sprint, but before he could reach his destination, he noticed a strange look from his teammates.

The pitch was noisy, and his voice was not loud, just word by word, and his ears were left in the deepest part of his memory.

"It's a pity, it's only five minutes. The next time I meet such an opponent, I don't know what year and month it will be. ”

The game was a battle between exhausted bodies, and in the last five minutes, the two sides still did not back down, fighting for every inch of land and grabbing every ball.

Bayern still have a certain advantage, technology, physical strength, experience, they are a cut above their opponents. It's just that the sword hanging high in their hearts is about to fall, and they can only take simpler and more direct methods to pursue more favorable possibilities. This method is a double-edged sword, if you use it well, you can take down the opponent simply and violently, and if you don't use it well, you can lower your own level and give the opponent a chance.

With such a high tempo throughout, Kaiserslautern inevitably had fitness problems, perhaps due to discomfort or the busyness of the winter break. Relying only on a passion for blood. It can alleviate this pressure to a certain extent, but in such a high-level matchup, the slightest difference will be fatal. A situation where the physical strength of the whole team is significantly faster than that of the opponent. The passive situation is reasonable.

It's just that the people who have supported them all the way to the present are still there, the faith that this team will continue to go on is still there, the breath in the mouth and the heartbeat in the chest are still there.

That's enough, they think.

In the fourth minute of stoppage time, with one minute left before full-time, Bayern Munihei took a goal kick.

Kahn, who was eager to kick the ball straight into the opposition goal, had no impulse. After a through ball was handed to Lizarazu on the left side of the penalty area, he quickly started and advanced towards the opposition half.

Accompanied by the roar of the audience. Karn felt only adrenaline rush through his veins, and then he heard a voice that he would not forget for many years.

"Ah, it's all here. They're lost! ”

The sound of surprise should have made him dismissive. It's a pity that what happened next made him have to surrender to the power of the underworld.

Lizarazu took a step forward, reconfirmed the distribution of the front court, and curled a precise left-footed curling ball to find Basler who was in perfect form.

After restoring hope with an unbelievable free-kick, the beast felt the same excitement in his chest. It's just a guy standing firmly in front of him when he catches the ball and prepares to plan the fatal blow. A challenge was issued.

"One-on-one, don't come!"

Basler was stunned for a full 0.5 seconds.

it. Do you think this is playing street football?

Time was tight, and he only had time to complain in his heart.

Looking up for a moment, he had already made up his mind.

There is Yankel in front, Babel who has an assist on the right, and Sauer in the middle. It's just that one of the three of them has people following closely at the end, making his choice relatively simple.

Just after half-time, it is obviously unscientific to take risks immediately, and only by loosening the opponent's defense can you make full use of the individual ability of your teammates.

Of course, this is the consciousness in a state of wakefulness, and no one knows what the beast will do when it will go crazy in the face of the object of great hatred.

Start, forward at high speed, the frequency of the right foot is so fast that people can't see it clearly!

You Mo in front of him had already set up a one-on-one frame, and at this moment, he was unhurriedly sliding back sideways. It's just that unlike the traditional wingback's defensive strategy, this guy faces inside and has his back to the touchline.

This attitude is very obvious.

If you want to go outside, it's better to pass the ball, and if you want to pass people, you can go inside!

Basler did as his opponent wished, seeing that his teammates had overtaken, he still had no intention of passing, and he knocked his right foot and slashed to the left!

The frequency of his feet is not much faster than that of his opponent, but the huge physical advantage magnifies this gap, and the technical confidence makes him fearless, and after the ball touches back and forth between his feet once, his right foot continues to slam to the left!

The opponent looks unable to resist this temptation, and his right foot is outstretched, intending to grab!

The opportunity that Basler had been waiting for, and when it was finally perfectly presented, he did not hold back, and his left foot did not wait for the ball to be in place, and quickly retracted and touched it to the right!

The rest of the action is still coherent.

Lean to the left, flick your right leg back lightly, and pass the ball diagonally!

What happened next made the beast with blood all over its body instantly become cold.

The kick stretched out to the right in the opposite direction should have quickly stepped on the ground, which made the next action lightning fast!

The right leg is bent, the left leg is straightened, and the huge impetus generated by the kick on the ground makes the whole person slide to the left against the lawn!

The ball, which was not slow, was just touched by the left foot gliding on the ground, and it bounced and bounced, extinguishing all hope.

Basler froze, subconsciously turning his head and looking at the one person and one ball behind him.

Why, choosing to return to the team, but still not surprising him?

Why, he was sure that he wouldn't go it alone?

Why, can he make the old man who is so serious that it is boring to smile all the time?

What does his world have to create such a miracle in front of him?

What are you pursuing?!

The game ended after one minute.

The last goal was not scored by Youmo, who broke the ball in his own half, five or six metres from the halfway. If his stamina is fine, he will definitely try to shoot from great distance.

It's a pity that the desire of the senior is dragged down by the uncompetitive left leg, and before he sprints to the opponent's big penalty area, he can't help but cramp.

Thankfully, the Kaiserslautern team, who don't plan to spend the last days with a recycled defense, have two guys who can help in this situation.

Sforza in the middle and Christov on the right.

The goal was finally completed by the Bulgarian after the cross change, which can be regarded as washing away the frustration of being repeatedly eaten by the opponent with speed.

The score of 4:3 has made all the followers unable to stop, but there is a guy in the venue who is unspeakably excited.

"How do I think they still have the advantage in the final moments?"

As soon as the final whistle ended, Barak stretched out his legs and lay on his back. Not far from him, there was Youmo, who was also lying on the ground.

"Do you think that if you want to have the temperament of a wealthy family, spiritual things are rare, or are things in strength more valuable?"

"Of course, it's spiritual, temperamental!"

"Then do you think it is important that you don't surpass the opponent's strength now?"

"Understood, I'm just a little sorry. Although the results were excellent, the process was somewhat different from what was expected. ”

"If the process doesn't deviate from what I expected, will I regret it?"

"Of course not!"

"That's good. It's so perfect that it will slow down the pace in the future and always reminisce. ”

"What about you, you don't have any regrets about this Bundesliga experience, right?"

"Absolutely!"

"Oh?"

"I don't touch the side of Gerd Muller's record."

"His record? It's not something that humans can break, right? ”

"What about our records, have you thought about it before?"

"Haha, good luck."

"Thank you, and so do you."

(End of Volume 4)

After thinking about it, let's have a postscript, if you haven't been tired of reading it.

The Bundesliga actually wrote 650,000 words, which greatly exceeded my expectations. I hope that the shoes who spent more than three months watching a season of the league don't hit me with rotten eggs.

I've always wanted to write about my thoughts, but I haven't been able to grasp the way of expression, which makes this book a lot less readable and interesting.

Writing a book is a sharp run between torture and madness, and I have written more than 2 million words, and I am quite satisfied with my patience. It's a pity that the weight and cervical spine are a little right, and the son who still doesn't want to go to kindergarten at the age of four is even more angry.

When people are middle-aged, it is relatively rare to have the opportunity to go crazy for their dreams. Therefore, I don't feel regretful, and I don't have a sense of helplessness that my ambition has not been rewarded, and I can leave these words and find a lot of supporters on this road, which is also a lot of gain.

The results of this book are in everyone's eyes, and it is more appropriate to describe it as miserable. The editor and some of my book friends have also advised me to finish the story at a faster pace.

In fact, if the story ends here, it can be regarded as a perfect ending in terms of immediate interests. It's a pity that the protagonists in my heart are still alive, and I can't bear to use such an ending to destroy their world.

still remembers the story of Luo Ji and his girlfriend who was a writer when I watched "The Three-Body Problem" before. The fictional characters are materialized by thoughts, have life, can think, have emotions, I don't know if you believe this kind of thing, anyway, I have always believed it.

So let's move on.

Every night comes, the keyboard draws me in.

I hope my story will continue to attract you.

There are so many people to thank you, so I won't list them all, I can feel every one of your support.

Acquaintance is fate, I hope that those of you who look at this text, the impression of me, is not bad.

Well, continue to be cheeky and beg for support!

Tickets, rewards, bookings, all hand them over, or I'll cry to you! (To be continued......)