On the Dortmund goal line, German goalkeeper Weidenfeller stands here.

His eyes have always been on Lu Chenfeng, a top goalkeeper in the top league like them, who will do some analysis of the opponent before the game.

The basic threat points are certainly known.

But what he never expected was that Lu Chenfeng would choose to shoot at this opportunity!

As the saying goes, I know you might want to hit the door, but the way you hit the door is so unexpected that I really can't react!

That's how Wedenfeller was feeling at the moment.

By the time his brain reacted, his legs reflexively squatted, and he was ready to make a save, the football had already flown to him.

"Huh!"

What followed was a crisp sound of touching the net.

By the time the ball had smashed into the top corner of the goal, Weidenfeller was still half-crouching in a position ready to make a save, with a confused and slightly funny look on his face.

There was a dead silence in the stadium, whether it was the players standing on the field or the fans in the stands on the sidelines, they all froze in place as if they had been pressed the pause button for a few seconds.

It's only been less than a minute since Bochum's seemingly unthreatening attack stabbed the ball into the Dortmund net with a clever stab from their centre-forward?

Dortmund, the second-ranked giant team in the Bundesliga, fell behind in just over forty seconds after the opening game?!

"yes yes yes ......!!"

The silence was followed by the excited shouts of all the Bochum Expedition fans, who stood up from their seats with a bit of disbelief on their faces.

Bochum is ahead?

Their favourite star Lu Morphyrão opened the scoring again?

Or against a giant team?!

"A sudden stab! The ball is in!! Road Morning Breeze!! ”

In the commentary seat on the sidelines, Zhan Jun's face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye at the moment, he looked at He Wei with shock in his eyes, and took off the earphones in his ear.

He wants to feel the atmosphere of the scene, which is probably a feeling he will never feel in his life!

Players from their own country, at the home of a giant team, just opened the game, and scored a goal with a very creative way of shooting!

"yes yes yes!!"

He Wei on the side didn't even hold back, first celebrated, and then said excitedly; "At this moment, Lu Chenfeng is like Xiao Luo possessing his body."

"He perfectly replicated a goal scored by his predecessor Ronaldo in Barcelona, a goal that shocked the world!"

"I believe that after today's game, more people in the world will remember Lu Chenfeng's name!"

"Congratulations to Lu Chenfeng!"

Subsequently, He Wei couldn't help but take off his headphones and looked around at the fans in the stands.

In the stands of Bochum fans, the reaction of the fans was naturally easy to expect, and many uncles had just bought and had not yet drunk a few sips of beer, which had been lifted into the sky at the moment!

Many fashionably dressed and luxuriously dressed men and women were splashed with these beers, and they didn't mean to be angry at all, but they still celebrated wildly regardless of it!

On the other side, the number of Dortmund fans is more numerous, and their faces are visibly stunned at the moment.

They seem to be a little dazed in their brains, and they keep turning their heads to look at their peers, as if they have a great impact on their hearts.

Seeing this scene, He Wei and Zhan Jun both wanted to shout, cool!

In the live broadcast room of Chinese fans, the barrage about this goal quickly slid upward.

The naked eye can no longer catch the message in the chat room, and everyone is venting to their heart's content.

"Awesome! Lu Chenfeng is awesome! ”

"My God, in my lifetime, I can see Chinese players break through the Dortmund goal!"

"This is just the beginning, Bochum is ahead, why is there no hope in this game?!"

"Bochum rush me, Lu Chenfeng rush me!"

"The pride of Huaxia is really the pride of all of us, whoever says a bad word about him in the future, I am anxious with him!"

“……”

on the pitch.

Lu Chenfeng shook his head recklessly, laughed and rushed to the sidelines to celebrate.

Looking at the Dortmund superstars who were still in place next to him, he was already a little intoxicated by this feeling.

"Wind! Pretty! Pretty! ”

"Who said we would definitely lose, there is hope for everything with you!"

Bochum's teammates rushed up, jumped on Lu Chenfeng's back, and rushed to the sidelines with Lu Chenfeng to celebrate.

By the time they all reached the sidelines, the Dortmund fans on the sidelines hadn't even come to terms with the facts.

They all had expressions that felt like they were dreaming, and they stood there with their hands in their pockets or their heads in their hands.

Among them, there are also some betting dogs who bet on Dortmund to win, and their expressions will begin to ripple.

"yes yes yes ......!!"

In the coach's seat on the sidelines, Lampes strode around the sidelines, waving and shouting.

He was also venting his mood and his stress about this game.

If Lampes is asked to choose now, whether he wants Lu Chenfeng to stay on his team forever or sell it at a high price.

He will still choose the former, no matter how high the price is, he will not sell it!

There are so many surprises that this player brings to people, and as a coach, he even wants to carry Lu Chenfeng until he retires.

But it's certainly impossible, and Lampes can only YY it.

On the other side, Borussia Dortmund was on the bench.

The substitutes were wearing team vests, with the same expressions on their faces as everyone else on the field, and their eyes were a little confused.

Their manager, Thomas Tuchel, who had been walking around the pitch all the time, also stopped and watched the pitch with his hands in his trouser pockets.

Tuchel was in an indescribable mood at this point, both a little more appreciative of Lu Chenfeng and a difficult acceptance of the fact that he was behind in the opening period.

"Hoo ......"

He let out a long sigh of relief as he adjusted his mood.

As a manager, he can't be the first to fall, as long as he has fighting spirit, the players on the field will have fighting spirit.

"Cheer up, cheer up, treat it as an accident, okay?!"

Tuchel clapped his palms and ignored the revelry of Bochum fans and players, shouting at his own players on the pitch.

"Don't lose your fighting spirit, the German Cup is a tournament we must win!"

"You don't want to go one season without success, right? That's really uncomfortable! ”

He was right, Bundesliga champions Bayern were firmly in the driver's seat.

Dortmund, as a giant team, definitely doesn't want to work for nothing for a year.

In the case that the difficulty of winning the Champions League is too high, the German Cup championship has naturally become the most necessary championship for Dortmund.

Maybe all the Bundesliga teams want this title, but no one wants it more than Borussia Dortmund!

Neither did Bayern!