"Will there be any miracles?"

If it is against other teams, then Florentino can already relax, but against Bayern Munich, then it is a different story.

Fermina looked at her grandfather with a worried look on her face.

"Grandpa, we're ahead now."

"I know, but it's against the German team."

"The German team?"

Florentino touched his granddaughter's head, "You won't understand, the Germans are stubborn." ”

On the pitch, Bayern had no intention of giving up, and they bombarded Real Madrid's defence.

The most nervous is Manuel Pellegrini.

One ball!

In fact, it's a one-goal gap!!

"Hold it for me!!"

Louis van Gaal put his hand on the shoulders of youngster Muller.

Thomas Muller, affectionately known to Chinese fans as Erwa.

Muller is the kind of player with a lot of spirit, so to speak, an upgraded version of Klose.

"When you go up, go to the penalty area to grab points."

"What should I do?"

Normally, Van Gaal would have laid out his tactics, but this time it was different, he didn't ask for anything too much, after all, when the time comes, it is not appropriate to put a young player on the pitch with a lot of pressure on his back.

"Just like in training." Van Gaal squeezed out a smile.

Mueller was also happy, "Boss, you look so ugly when you laugh." ”

"you, stinky boy."

******

"This should be Bayern Munich's last chance."

Corner kick!

Van Gaal looked at his watch, this is likely to be Bayern's last chance to attack, the referee may give a little more time, but it is irrelevant.

Schweinsteiger arrives in the corner flag area and prepares to take a corner.

Tang Zhenglong also came back to defend.

"Milo, I'm here."

Klose glanced at Tang Zhenglong.

"Don't bother me."

"How is that possible, you are the most important point of attack."

Klose pointed at Muller, "I can tell you in advance that he is the point of attack this time. ”

Tang Zhenglong turned his head and looked, he was stunned.

"Are you Bayern short of money right now? Such stunned youths have all entered the first team. ”

"Hehe, he is not only the main force of Bayern, but also a player of the German team, and he should go to South Africa together."

Tang Zhenglong was stunned.

"I didn't expect German football to regress so much after I left."

“……”

"You're so arrogant!"

Real Madrid's side is one-on-one, staring at all Bayern's offensive players, but Muller is missing, their thoughts are the same as Tang Zhenglong, what can a stunned young man like Muller do?

Schweinsteiger glanced at it, and there was only one person in his eyes, the one who was arranged by the coach at the back point in training.

The ball arcs and flies towards the back of the box.

Not Klose.

Not Gomez.

Nor is it Olich.

That......

Bayern has no one at the back point?

The Real Madrid player turned his head to see a boy with pimples on his face appearing in front of him.

He!!! He!!!

Tang Zhenglong squinted at Klose, who shrugged his shoulders and said I didn't lie to you.

"Nima! Klose, you're such a gentleman!! ”

Tang Zhenglong pounced on the back point, but it was too late, and after Muller got the ball, there was no one around him to defend him, and he could shoot easily.

Muller drives the ball into the near corner.

GOOOOOOAL！！

The Bernabeu fell into a deathly silence.

Van Gaalle is crazy.

"Haha, I knew you kid could do it."

Muller was pressed at the bottom by his Bayern team-mates, but he felt like he had climbed Mont Blanc and he knew he could go to South Africa.

*******

Three long whistles.

The game is over.

The two sides were tied 3-3 over two legs and needed to play extra time.

Pellegrini was furious.

"It's only a minute, what's going on with you? Why is there a leak? ”

"We didn't expect that kid ......"

"That kid doesn't look like his hair has grown, I didn't expect it to be so stable."

"No wonder it's called Muller."

When Pellegrini saw it, he also ran off, it's really Nima's!!

"I didn't let you praise him!!"

However, Pellegrini also knows that since this is already the case, it is useless to complain and only take extra-time seriously.

"If we concede another goal in extra time, we are in danger, you should understand that."

"Hmm!!"

"Whether you can make it to the finals or not, your fate is in your own hands."

Van Gaal didn't say much, scoring at the last moment, it was like picking up a life, and while he was apprehensive, Van Gaal had more expectations for extra time.

He's going to give the players a little mental victory.

"Remember the group stage game against Juventus?"

'It was a draw and we were out of the game and we won a miraculous away win against Juventus.

When it comes to that game, many people are still enthusiastic, playing Juventus away, the game was very hard, and soon after the opening, Juventus scored first, and then Bayern won a penalty, and Bout kicked the ball in.

And after that, Bayern suddenly broke out, as if it had been opened.

Van Gaal smiled: "Do you think these two games are similar? ”

"No!!"

Everyone turned their heads, and it was Tang Zhenglong who interjected.

Van Gaal turned from joy to anger.

"Go back to yourselves."

"Luis, do you have Alzheimer's? Are Juventus and Real Madrid comparable? ”

"One is the victim of the phonegate tragedy, and he has not recovered yet, and our Real Madrid has Tang Zhenglong and Ronaldo."

Giant star?

Claiming to be a superstar?

Does this man still have face?

Van Gaal was so angry that his eyebrows were raised.

"I think the most likely plot is like this, that is, Tang Zhenglong scored a hat trick in overtime and abused Bayern."

Van Gaal threw the tactical board on the ground and pounced on it, and the team rushed up to hold it.

"Boss, you can't beat him, or we'll be in the finals, and you'll have to be banned."

"Don't stop me!!"

The Real Madrid players here died laughing.

"As Tang Zhenglong's opponent, the people on that side will die of anger sooner or later."

"Hahaha."

******

The overtime was like a pumping machine, slowly draining the physical energy of both sides.

Caution combined with physical exertion made the game boring and it seemed that a penalty shootout was the only option.

Louis van Gaal and Manuel Pellegrini are both preparing for the shoot-out.

On the court, Tang Zhenglong had not given up, facing Schweinsteiger, Tang Zhenglong suddenly flashed and burst over.

The Bernabeu, which had been quiet, suddenly became agitated.

"Don't you have to play a penalty?"

Tang Zhenglong's rapid breakthrough was like a lightning bolt piercing the sky.

The Bayern player pounced quickly.

Even if it is a foul, Tang Zhenglong must be stopped, if he loses the ball at this moment, it will really be over.

At this moment, Tang Zhenglong passed the ball.

Yes, you heard it right, Tang Zhenglong passed the ball.

And it was passed to Ronaldo, even Ronaldo himself was stunned, Tang Zhenglong, a selfish ghost, actually passed the ball!!