Chapter 40: Three to Zero! Congratulations to Bochum on reaching the quarter-finals of the German Cup!
Before the end of the first half.
While the Hoffenheim players had not yet come out of the shadow of the last goal conceded and the overall morale was still low, Bochum took advantage of the victory to chase down and score the second goal.
This is in a counterattack.
Bochum centre-back Ollie directly looked for Lu Chenfeng and tried to find Lu Chenfeng's header advantage.
"Bang!"
Lu Chenfeng's battle for the top did not disappoint anyone, and he took a little ball down steadily, and rubbed the ball back.
His old partner Pasaki quickly cut forward from the left flank and took advantage of the sluggish Hoffenheim defence to get a one-on-one goal.
"Bang!"
After that, it's simple.
Most of the good players can grasp this kind of one-on-one opportunity.
Passaqi's cool effort sent the ball into the bottom right corner of the Hoffenheim goal.
"yes yes yes yes yes ......!!"
The Bochum fans in attendance once again let out a frenzied shout, and everyone's faces were filled with satisfied smiles.
Passachi also rushed to Lu Chenfeng, who had just sent him a key back, put his arm around Lu Chenfeng's shoulder, and went to the side to celebrate.
The two of them are also very tacit and cooperate with each other to score many goals.
In Lu Chenfeng's view, it is a bit of the taste of Tottenham Sun Kai's connection behind.
And at the same time as the collective carnival in Bochum, it was the frustration of the Hoffenheim fans throughout the stadium.
Two goals were scored in the first half, against a Bundesliga side.
This is unacceptable to them.
Countless Hoffenheim fans hugged their heads, if this continues, will they Hoffenheim really be eliminated?
"What are these soft-footed shrimp kicking! Don't want to get a job contract in the Bundesliga? ”
Hoffenheim coach Giesdor, who was on the sidelines, became more and more angry, and hammered the awning of the bench several times, scaring the substitute players.
"Rand, Padfield, you two warm up and play in the second half."
A glance at the watch saw that the first half of the game was coming to an end.
Gistor dropped a word of deployment and then entered the locker room without looking back, as if to flee the place that had left him sad and desperate.
Soon after, the referee's three long whistles sounded.
With a smile on their faces, the entire Bochum team entered the lounge.
"Very good, very good."
As soon as he entered the door, head coach Lampes first praised the crowd and applauded.
This was followed by a burst of spiritual encouragement.
"I think everyone has seen the game so far, we have the quality to beat the Bundesliga team!"
"If we win this game, Bochum will be able to return to the round of 16 of the German Cup after many years."
"Then I think this season, we will not only focus on the league, but also on the German Cup!"
"If you can make it to the quarterfinals, the semifinals ......"
"I believe that Mr. President of the club will apply for a prize for everyone, and your name will remain in the history of the club forever."
What Lampes said was actually telling the truth.
For a team like Bochum, it is now impossible to compete for the Bundesliga title and European places.
The German Cup ranking is enough to put the player in the history of the team.
The only thing Bochum has achieved this century has been the semi-finals of the German Cup.
This is their peak, or in the glorious moments of those years.
If they can do it once this year, they will definitely be a great contributor to the club!
"Alright, boys, get ready and take them down in one breath in the second half!"
"Come on!"
Lampes clapped a few last laps, setting the mood up for the players.
"Come on! Come on! ”
"Kill them!"
"Send the Hoffenheim home!"
“……”
Soon after, players from both sides returned to the field for the second half of the game.
……
Seventy-third minute of the game.
Hoffenheim coach Gisdor stood on the sidelines with a gloomy and anxious face, holding a phone in his hand.
"If you lose this game and you have to fire me, then I believe that Hoffenheim will not be able to escape the abyss of relegation this season."
Gistor seemed to hear something again, squinting and continuing: "Yes, I can't change anything, but the arrival of a new coach will inevitably make the club even more turbulent, at least I have experience in the club!" ”
Now that the German Cup seems to be out of the question, Gistor's escape plans have been put on hold.
After all, he is not famous now, why should the coaches of the five major leagues look for him?
He also needs the job of Hoffenheim as a manager, and he can make some achievements to improve his resume.
"Doodoo ......"
Suddenly, Gistor was holding the phone, and suddenly there were several hang-up voices on the other side of the phone.
"Bang!"
Gistor angrily threw the phone to the ground, "It's just unreasonable." ”
Then, as if his anger had not been spent, he set his eyes on the field and roared.
"Are you all going to die on a woman's belly?"
"My legs are so weak that I can't score a single goal?!"
Watching the team's weaker attack, Gisdor's chest heaved more and more.
His job seems to be lost.
At this moment, the situation on the field changed abruptly.
After Bochum was expelled from the corner, the Hoffenheim players got the first point, but they didn't clear the ball far away, and the second point was still taken by the Bochum players.
Bochum took a shot at the midfield of Morrowind and then played a ball towards the back post.
He also wanted to get a taste of assists......
The ball slid over the heads of several Hoffenheim players before landing at the back post in the box.
Lu Chenfeng has already started to jump, showing that he is bound to score again.
Countless Hoffenheim fans on the sidelines hugged their heads, and there was a bit of despair in their eyes, and some even closed their eyes in despair.
"Oo......oo
Bochum fans also stood up from the bench with their hands raised in the air, ready to celebrate.
"Bang!"
Lu Chenfeng did not disappoint everyone, and hit the goal with a powerful header, smashing the football into the goal that was close at hand.
It was so close that the Hoffenheim goalkeeper had no choice but to wave his hand symbolically. Watching the soccer ball go into the net.
"Huh!"
A crisp sound of football touching the net sounded, and Lu Chenfeng rushed to the vicinity of the stands of the visiting team's expeditionary fans with a smile like a spring breeze.
"yes yes yes yes yes ......"
The Bochum fans also let out almost frantic shouts, countless beers were spilled into the sky, and countless clothes were thrown up.
Everyone celebrated with all their might.
Three to zero!
Bochum, lock in the win!
After many years, we have entered the round of 16 of the German Cup again!