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Chapter 70 Stabbing and scoring!The audience was dead silent!
On Dortmund's goal line, German goalkeeper Weidenfeller stands here.

In fact, his eyes were always on Lu Chenfeng. Top goalkeepers like them in the top league would do some analysis on their opponents before the game.

The basic threat points must be known.

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

How should I put it, I know you may want to hit the door, but the way you hit the door is too unexpected, I really can't react!
Weidenfeller is in such a mood at the moment.

When his brain reacted, his legs squatted down reflexively, and when he was about to save him, the football had already flown beside him.

"Break!"

What followed was a crisp sound of touching the net.

When the football hit the upper corner of the goal completely, Weidenfeller was still half-squatting in the posture of preparing to save, with a confused and slightly funny face on his face.

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

It's only been less than a minute since the start of the game. Bochum's seemingly harmless attack actually sent the football into Dortmund's net through their center forward's clever kick?
Dortmund, the second-ranked giant in the Bundesliga, fell behind in just over 40 seconds after the opening? !
"Yeah yah yah...!!"

After the silence, there were excited shouts from all the Bochum Expedition fans. Everyone stood up excitedly from their seats, with disbelief still remaining on their faces.

Bochum ahead?
Their favorite star Lu Chenfeng scored again in the opening game?
Or face a giant team? !
"Suddenly kicked and shot! The ball went in!! Lu Chenfeng!!"

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

He wants to feel the atmosphere of the scene, which may be a feeling he will never feel in his life!
A player from his own country, at the home court of a giant team, scored a goal with a very creative shooting method just after the start!
"Yeah yeah!!"

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 possessed."

"He perfectly reproduced a goal of his predecessor Ronaldinho 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 Lu Chenfeng!"

Afterwards, He Wei couldn't help but took off his earphones, and looked around at the stands of all the fans.

In the stands of Bochum fans, the reaction of the fans is naturally easy to predict. Many uncles just bought and have not had a few sips of beer, and they have already been lifted into the sky at this moment!

A lot of fashionable and expensive men and women were splashed by these beers, and they didn't mean to be angry at all, they still celebrated wildly regardless of their care!

On the other side, the larger number of Dortmund fans were stunned visible to the naked eye.

They seem to be a little dazed in their brains, and they keep turning their heads to look at the companions around them, which seems to have a great impact on their hearts.

Seeing this scene, both He Wei and Zhan Jun wanted to shout, cool!
In the live broadcast room of Huaxia fans, the barrage about this goal quickly slid upwards.

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

"Awesome! Lu Chenfeng is awesome!"

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

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

"Bohun, let me go, Lu Chenfeng, let me go!"

"Huaxia's pride is really the pride of all of us. If anyone speaks ill of him in the future, I will be in a hurry with him!"

"..."

on the field.

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

From the corner of the eye, he looked at the Dortmund superstars who were still sluggish in place, and he was already a little intoxicated by this feeling.

"Wind! Beautiful! Beautiful!"

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

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

After they all went to the sidelines, the Dortmund fans on the sidelines hadn't even accepted the fact in front of them.

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

There are also some betting dogs who bet on Dortmund's victory, and their expressions began to ripple.

"Yeah yeah...!!"

In the coaching seat on the sidelines, Lampes wandered around the sidelines in strides, waving and shouting constantly.

He is also venting his emotions and venting his pressure on this game.

If Lampes had to make a choice now, would he want Lu Chenfeng to stay in his team forever, or sell him at a high price.

He will still choose the former, no matter how high the price is, he will not sell it!
This player brought too many surprises. As a coach, he even wanted to carry Lu Chenfeng until his retirement.

But this is definitely impossible, Lampes can only YY.

On the other side, Dortmund is on the bench.

The substitute players wore team vests, with the same expression on their faces as everyone else on the field, with a little confusion in their eyes.

Their head coach, Tuchel, who had been walking around the sidelines, stopped now, with his hands in his trouser pockets and watching the field.

At this time, Tuchel was in an indescribable mood. Not only did he appreciate Lu Chenfeng more, but he also had to accept the fact that he was behind at the beginning.

"call……"

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

As the head coach, he cannot 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 slapped his palms, ignored the carnival of Bochum fans and players, and shouted at his players on the field.

"Don't lose your fighting spirit, the German Cup is a game we must compete for the championship!"

"Everyone doesn't want to have no achievements in a season, right? That's really uncomfortable!"

What he said is correct, the Bundesliga champion Bayern is monopolized and stable.

As a wealthy team, Dortmund certainly doesn't want to spend a year in vain.

When the Champions League championship is too difficult, the German Cup champion has naturally become the most necessary championship for Dortmund.

Perhaps all Bundesliga teams want this championship, but no one wants it more than Dortmund!
Neither did Bayern!
(End of this chapter)