From the Country Team To the Rich

"One!"

The Hoffenheim fans in the stands shouted happily.

After Leo came to the penalty area line, he started his lateral transfer.

Every Sevilla player wants to rush out, but is afraid of being passed.

While hesitating, he became indecisive in his moves.

At this time, Leo was like a butterfly dancing among the flowers, moving forward wantonly among the crowd.

The Hoffenheim fans were delighted.

They were all counting the number of people Leo had passed.

"two!"

"Three!"

"Four!"

Listening to these harsh cheers, the faces of Sevilla's defense players flushed one by one.

"Stop him!"

The Sevilla goalkeeper is also anxious.

At this moment, the three Sevilla defensive players immediately surrounded him, decisively trying to stop Leo.

They managed to bring Leo down.

However, when they looked down for the ball, the ball was gone.

At this time, Leo showed a bright smile on his face and turned his head to look.

The others also turned their heads.

They saw a number '9' had entered the penalty area from the back, facing the attacking goalkeeper, and gently picked the ball.

The ball goes over the goalkeeper, outstretched arms, and into the goal.

And that person didn't even look at it, he rushed directly to the visiting team's coaching bench.

Jamie came up to Lopete and yelled at him.

And turned around and showed his back number and name.

9!

Jamie!

Lopete narrowed his eyes slightly,

The anger after losing the ball and the opponent's provocation made him feel ashamed.

"Jamie!! Jamie!! It's still Jamie!!"

"Sevilla should regret that they didn't pay attention to Jamie, who is Hoffenheim's top scorer."

"They shouldn't underestimate Jamie, and now Jamie told that Mr. Lopete in the simplest and most direct way that he is No. 9 of Hoffenheim, and his name is Jamie!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Come on guys, we're ahead!"

Wow! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ——

The entire dome stadium was filled with huge cheers.

They are ahead!

They are really ahead!

Facing the defending champion Sevilla, they actually took the lead.

Maybe...they can really beat this team and reach the quarter-finals!

The Koch stand was even more ebullient.

"Nice job, Jamie!"

"Hahahaha, Lopete underestimated Jamie, and then Jamie countered with a goal, there is nothing more beautiful than this!"

"They are too arrogant, this is the stadium, this is the territory of the Hoffenheim people!"

"Fuck them to death!"

The fans waved their flags more vigorously, and the cheers were wave after wave.

In the German Europa League broadcast station, the commentator Raul began to spit and shouted:

"The goal belongs to Hoffenheim. Hoffenheim is leading. Jamie continued his excellent performance in the last few games. He proved that he is the best striker in the Europa League!"

"Maybe he doesn't have gorgeous skills, maybe he doesn't have enough sense of presence!"

"But as a striker, as long as you score goals, this is the striker's mission. For a striker, there is nothing more meaningful than this!"

"I admit that Sevilla are very strong, especially in the Europa League, but after winning three consecutive championships, they are too arrogant, and their arrogance is destroying them!"

"Well done Hoffenheim!"

The celebration lasted for a minute, and the two teams did not return to their respective halves until the referee stopped it.

The two teams staggered past, their faces in stark contrast.

The Hoffenheim players were all beaming.

The Sevilla players looked gloomy.

They dropped the ball.

It makes them hard.

"Very well, the lads are doing a great job, this is the way to play. We can't give Sevilla any chance. In the Europa League statistics in the past three years, Sevilla won the first goal when they scored the first goal. The odds of the match were 100%, and we broke that odds!"

"Next, what we need to do is to make a good response and layout. We need to prevent..."

Polly's tone was suffocated. He was about to say a wave of defense, but the boys from Hoffenheim had already rushed out screaming.

Polly said helplessly: "Well, this is Hoffenheim built by Steven, a young and energetic team!"

"We like to attack, no matter the moment!"

After Sevilla conceded the ball, their mentality became a little anxious.

The forward thrust has also become a lot more reckless.

Hoffenheim seized this opportunity, surrounded and pressed and won the ball.

After getting the ball, they were not in a hurry, and slowly moved forward around Ludi Mod and Habr.

Seeing that Hoffenheim suddenly had to fight positional warfare, Sevilla really panicked!

"It's exactly the same, these guys are imitating Barcelona!"

Martin Hendre had an uncomfortable expression on his face. They were kicked out of the shadows by Barcelona in the league, which led to some unnecessary mistakes when facing the pass-and-control lineup.

And Hoffenheim is precisely a team that is good at passing and controlling.

More importantly, they definitely studied Barcelona's match against Sevilla, analyzed it, and transformed it into a targeted tactic.

Just like now, this kind of play makes Sevilla uncomfortable, as if it is really facing Barcelona.

Most importantly, the dwarf on the left.

Barcelona doesn't have a monster breakout role like Leo Meget.

Every time, the ball came to Leo Meget's feet.

Every time the fans' "counting" sounded in the stands, the Sevilla players felt extra nervous.

The game has gone on for 15 minutes. In 10 minutes, Hoffenheim scored a goal, and now they are playing against Sevilla.

This completely subverts everyone's perception of this game.

They thought about many situations.

Hoffenheim is pale!

Hoffenheim is vulnerable!

The best kind is when the two teams play back and forth.

But they never thought that Hoffenheim was playing against Sevilla.

This is the defending champion of the Europa League!

Really don't give face?

The answer is 'no face at all! '

In the next ten minutes, Hoffenheim almost bombed around Sevilla.

Every shot made the scene set off waves of cheers.

The on-site commentator Polly couldn't sit still anymore. He stood up excitedly, leaned out slightly, and stared at the court.

He was so happy!

"Wow! This is crazy, we are playing against Sevilla, and the defending champions are suffering at the Dome like they have never experienced before!"

"Jamie's goal completely mobilized the fighting spirit of other players. They hit Sevilla's goal again and again, and they are bound to send the ball in!"

"I don't think anyone expected that the game would go in this direction."

While speaking, he looked at the coach's bench.

It was found that Lopete was already standing on the sidelines, yelling loudly.

Seeing this scene, Polly said with a hint of sarcasm: "Lopez can't sit still, and he also understands that if this continues, the defending champion of the Europa League will stop in the quarter-finals!!"

"So, what should we do? Hahahahahahahaha!"