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- Entering 30 minutes, the score between the two sides is still 0-0.
No one has ever broken through the opponent's gate, and in terms of statistics, Hoffenheim has a certain advantage, but the King of Madrid's counterattack is also sharp.
The game was a pleasant surprise for the fans.
Whether it is the oppressive force shown by Hoffenheim or the sharp counterattack of the King of Madrid under pressure.
All this is telling them that this is what the Champions League final should be like!
? Representatives from the two best teams of the season gathered on the stage of the Champions League final to present a wonderful game for everyone.
And only 30 minutes into this game, they felt their hearts racing.
Of course, in addition to the tactical confrontation, the two teams are also extremely competitive in physical confrontation.
Possibly because of the finals, the two teams hoped to trip each other up with momentum and confrontation broke out again and again.
Every time it will cause a lot of repercussions, for this reason, two of the two sides received yellow cards in this game.
For example, Alfred and Piani of Hoffenheim.
Patrick of the King of Madrid and Trendo.
Patrick is under pressure.
All his pressure came from the Argentine.
Roquel's impact after impact brought him great trouble.
This is no less than Robert's impact.
Of course, the breakthrough of Hoffenheim's left wing cannot be underestimated, but Depay's guy can't defend at all, so a certain defensive focus needs to be shifted to the left.
This caused Patric to face Roquel's breakthrough alone.
强牺 99bxwx.com 读牺。 His teammates all encouraged him and asked him to cheer.
For this, Patrak wanted to curse.
Add a fart!
It would be best to assign someone to share the pressure.
Don't talk about it verbally.
But he also knew that the King of Madrid couldn't find someone to help him, so in the end he took everything by himself.
But the problem is, Patrak doesn't know how long he can last.
The Argentine's breakthroughs became sharper every time, and as time passed, this guy seemed to become more flexible.
Yes, it is flexible!
Of course, it is also possible that he has become dull, after all, Patrak can hardly stand the pressure again and again.
At this time, he noticed that Roquel was holding the ball again, and Patric quickly concentrated.
But Roquel didn't seem to have any intention of breaking through, so he crossed in the direction of Ranier.
This also relieved Patrak, as long as it didn't come out of his way.
But in the next second, he watched Roquel start suddenly, and began to insert towards his oblique rear.
An alarm bell rang in Patrak's head immediately, and he retreated quickly.
But Roquel's speed was even faster, passing by his side like a rocket.
At this moment, Ranier also passed the ball.
A standard diagonal through ball.
Hit directly behind him.
Roquel picked up the ball and directly entered the penalty area from the left.
Roquel's sudden attack shocked the King Madrid's defense.
"Prevent him!! Where's Patrick?"
"He's following behind, split up, follow me to the right wing!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Leo and Habr on the left suddenly step forward.
"Shit!"
Remick's foot stopped on the spot like a nail, and he looked anxiously to the right.
There was nothing he could do to help.
Now we can only rely on Trendo.
Once he left, Huber and Leo jumped in.
But at this time, as soon as Roquel passed the ball, the defense was torn apart.
Remick looked at his defensive partner worriedly. He knew that Trendo was excellent, but he didn't think Trendo was good enough to defend Roquel alone.
The fact is also the same. When he saw Roquel change direction twice in a row, and then use his speed to forcefully pull out a position, his mind went blank.
A position!
At least enough to shoot!
Roquel's aggressive pair ofLu Guang stared at the opponent's goal, then swung his left foot and shot directly!
The ball hit the goal like a shell.
King Madrid goalkeeper Lloris stared at the ball and made a save.
But the shot was from the outside of his foot, with a noticeable jitter, and he wasn't sure where it was going to end up.
He is not allowed to think too much, he has to make a decision.
Loris flew to the rescue.
His body is extremely stretched in the air, and his right hand tries to touch the ball as much as possible.
But when the ball was flying, there was a sudden and obvious decline.
"Oops!!"
Loris was shocked.
But at this time, it is impossible to change the action.
He could only watch helplessly as the ball passed under him.
Swish! ! !
He could hear the ball hitting the net.
Loris landed in despair.
At this time, the entire Stadium of Light was suddenly quiet for a moment, and then the Hoffenheim fans suddenly erupted.
Wow! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª
"Goal!!! Roquel!!!!"
The German commentator shook his fist excitedly, his face flushed with excitement; "After 30 minutes of fierce fighting, Hoffenheim finally scored a goal under Roquel's shot. They broke the deadlock first, and they will be in trouble. Kicked to the King of Madrid!"
"The suppression in the early stage has worked. It's Roquel! It's still Roquel! He is the best! The undisputed best!!"
Hoffenheim's goal ignited the entire stadium.
The fans stood up and shouted excitedly.
Especially the fans of Hoffenheim, they were so excited that they almost cried.
In the 30-minute fierce battle, Hoffenheim finally relied on a chance to score a goal and lead the opponent.
Roquel! ! !
Roquel! ! !
Roquel! ! !
Roquel! ! !
The scene was boiling, and everyone was chanting Roquel's name.
After scoring the goal, Roquel also ran to the corner area and showed his back to the fans.
The goal was Hoffenheim No. 7, Roquel!
Hoffenheim fans have never felt so excited at this moment.
They absolutely love the Argentine.
They took the lead in the Champions League final.
They stepped on the trophy platform with half of their feet, and they seemed to feel the feedback from the trophy when they breathed.
"pretty!!!"
"Dude! You're awesome!!"
"Compared to you, Robert is nothing!!"
The Hoffenheim players also rushed over in a swarm.
They threw Roquel down excitedly and celebrated excitedly.
Leading the way!
At this time z.c om Zhang Si. They are ahead of King Madrid.
How not to celebrate.
At this moment, they want to vent their inner excitement.
For the first time, they felt so close to the championship.
If it is said that before the game, they still have a little nervousness about the game.
Then it completely disappears at this moment!
Go fuck it!
Hoffenheim is going to win the championship!
Make big z.com make owls. The purpose of their coming here is to bring the trophy back!
What an honorable second place!
They don't need to!
They just want the trophy!
They want the Champions League!
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