Grassroots Glory

In eighty-nine minutes, Bayern equalized the score again. The fourth official on the sideline had already started preparing for stoppage time. No one knew how many minutes this game would make.

Now the fans on both sides are evenly matched, because the score is equalized, they feel that their teams have the same opportunities. But relatively speaking, Bayern fans are more emotional, and the cheering sound of the Dortmund stand is not so neat. Many people are still discussing the ball that was just lost.

After all, that way of losing the ball is more difficult for fans to accept.

Even the two fans who support Zhou Tiancheng have complained. They should have been Dortmund's strongest supporters, but now the team seems to have pulled Zhou Tiancheng's hind legs.

"What does Nima do? Undercover?"

"Piszic, this stupid! The ball can't get well, lie down on the ground! Wouldn't you lie down on the grass?"

"To tell the truth, Cheng Ge's game style has to be served. At this time, if other people are forced to greet his teammates to lie on the ground, they will not care about your game."

"Yeah! But...it shouldn't be said that Brother is inexperienced? It seems that lying grass at this time is the normal normal operation. Dortmund could have avoided this loss..."

"Don't understand, don't be blind! Crouching grass is glorious? Brother Cheng has never done such speculative things! He can't talk or shut up or get out! Isn't it time to stop in a few minutes? How does Brother Cheng teach? They are human!"

The fans behind were all blooming, and Zhou Zhenyong did not answer the call, but he still heard some, his face faintly smiling.

Although the score was equalized, he felt a little sudden in his heart, but behind these guys talked about his heart. There are still a few minutes of stoppage time to create opportunities, and it only takes a second to score.

He took a deep breath and snarled, adjusting his condition.

He has always believed that his son broke out at a critical moment, just like Yang Cheng shouted to Manchester fans in a nearby stand: "All shouted, the last wave! The more you shout, you have to believe my experience , I'll come to the lore in a few minutes in a while!"

Yang Chengcheng is the oldest Zhou Tiancheng fan. He and Zhou Zhenyong support different emotional starting points, but they all have the same self-confidence, although they seem a bit blind.

In Dortmund, Chu Yunling looked at the screen and whispered Xiao Fuxing in her arms: "Baby, good boy! Good boy, my dad will win soon and I can go home..."

Chu Yunling yawned softly and coaxed the child while watching the ball. She was a little sleepy, but she looked at the time, and there was only the last four minutes left. She kept on with a game, anyway. This last four minutes.

The fourth official raised the stoppage card. The injury time of the entire game was four minutes, which is not short, but in terms of the process and attention of the game, it is absolutely impossible to pick out the fault, leaving enough space for both parties.

At this time, the commentary is very lively, the most concerned is the atmosphere of the fans in the stands, but if there is a selfie lens for the commentators and reporters on the media seat, then it is the true state of life. The decibel roar and exaggerated expression package will even make people sigh. This is a group of sketch actors and world-class tenors who have been delayed by their explanation career.

"Four minutes of injury stoppage time! Klopp's arrogance is definitely more than Heinkes, and not to mention what will happen in these four minutes, even if it is dragged into overtime, I believe he must have a way to win Dortmund, they With the experience that was readily available last season, in fact, it doesn’t require so many routines, and the ball will be played under Zhou Tiancheng’s feet. Zhou Tiancheng can always find a chance! That’s how they won Chelsea last season!”

"Robert! Robert! You can make another one! Last season, scored a lore, there should be some improvement this season! Two scores, lore! Come on!"

"The last four minutes! Robben, Ribery, Thomas Mueller, or Tony Cross... who can stand up and prove that Bayern's heritage is stronger than the self-righteous locusts on the opposite side? Bayern need heroes now! Heinkes There is still a substitution spot, when are we going to use it? We don’t want to play overtime with them!"

"Last time left, let's see if the giants are back, or the Hornet defend their honor!"

There was a cry in the media, standing at different angles, each commentary expressed its own views.

On the field, both parties pushed the rhythm very fast, and the opponent's offensive and defensive conversion rhythm was extremely firm. Obviously neither side wanted to play this **** overtime.

Bayern's attack advanced to the front of the penalty area. Mueller received a low pass from Rahm and inserted an assist. He raised his foot and prepared to shoot. However, he did not deceive Hummells and was directly intercepted.

Piszic received the pass, saw Zhou Tiancheng's gesture, and directly drove the ball forward to sprint forward, bringing the rhythm up.

He made a mistake on the defensive end, but he still has the opportunity to make up for it, and inserting assists is his strength. At least he can still run, so he unreservedly increases the speed to the highest level. ~www.readwn.com~Pishcek accelerates! Sprint, rush again! He sprinted with all his power to make up for it! Ram fight speed! Can't catch up with him at all! Chuan, this position...Zhou Tiancheng! "

Zhou Tiancheng saw the pass on the left, he adjusted his body a little, and then directly swung his legs to make movements. When the ball passed, he stepped directly in the big penalty area and volleyed!

This time was half a beat faster than the Bayern defender's prediction and upswing, and the ball flew towards Neuer's control range with a smooth arc. This kind of ball is almost unsolvable for the goalkeeper, even if Nuo Il has an excellent wingspan.

The ball hit the inside of the upper post and fell into the net.

The scene was quiet for an instant. Even Zhou Tian was stunned for a moment. He confirmed that the ball was indeed the goal and then ran to the center of the field, kneeling directly.

At the same time, most of the fans at Wembley Stadium stood up, like pilgrim fanatics, raised their hands, exhausted all their energy, devoted all their passions, and cheered wildly.

But their madness was nothing in front of the two CCTV commentaries. At this moment, the two of them directly wailed, and He Wei directly shouted: "The ball is in! The ball is in! Lore! Lore! Zhou Tiancheng again A goal was scored at the last moment of the Champions League final! And this time everyone will remember his name! Last season was a dead end, this time it was-lore! Help Dortmund defend the title successfully!"

Xu Yang also exclaimed with excitement: "This is the big heart! The protagonist halo! You can always turn the tide at the last moment! How can you dare to be a protagonist that UEFA is optimistic about without the word "extraordinary"? I'm sorry Zhou Tiancheng this super big heart!"

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