From the Country Team To the Rich

"Be underestimated!"

Looking at the Turin formation that is still strengthening the defense on both sides, Ranier feels very uncomfortable.

Although this is more conducive to my own performance, I always feel that I am not taken seriously.

"Keep passing it on to me!"

Ranier yelled at Habour, since Turin felt that he was not a threat, then he proved to them that in addition to the frontcourt organization, he is also a good breakthrough player.

Hoffenheim's offense continued.

This is a young team, fully inherited the temperament of young people, and the offense is extremely aggressive.

Especially when the two sides were restricted, Ranier became the main breakthrough point.

His dribbling is extremely sharp, and with Habbr's pass, he can always tear through Turin's defense.

Turin is also extremely depressed. The steel defense they have always been famous for has been ravaged by Hoffenheim time and time again.

Although they were fully alert to Hoffenheim's offense, they still couldn't stop these guys.

They can clearly feel that even in the entire Champions League team, Hoffenheim's offense is one of the best.

Looking at the entire Hoffenheim, this is a partial student in the eyes, the offense is extremely sharp, and the defense is as bad as it is.

Hoffenheim's offense continued, but they were always unable to score.

Torino's defense, although shaky, resisted tenaciously.

On the other hand, Hoffenheim's physical exertion is serious due to the intense offensive rhythm.

Habr also understands this. He feels that it is necessary to slow down the rhythm. If he continues to play like this, it is likely to give the opponent a chance to counterattack.

Habr understands, but it does not mean that Cavedo in Turin does not understand.

Kavito saw the strangeness of Hoffenheim. As an experienced veteran, he understood that Hoffenheim wanted to slow down the rhythm.

But he won't agree!

"Go up! Scramble!"

Cavito roared,

Immediately took the lead and killed the past directly.

At the same time, the Turin players also started a crazy sweep in the backcourt.

This caught Hoffenheim by surprise for the severely exhausted Hoffenheim.

The choice of this time point was too good, and Hoffenheim suddenly launched an attack when Hoffenheim was unable to continue, making it difficult for Hoffenheim to organize manpower.

"Passback! Passback!"

Hubbard yelled anxiously.

He saw that Ravens had been double-teamed by three people, and there was no gap at all.

In the next second, Kavito had already run out with the ball.

Seeing this, Habr was shocked, turned his head and shouted; "Return to defense!"

At the same time, he ran back.

But the legs are not as fast as the ball.

He could only watch helplessly as the ball flew over his head and landed precisely in front of Roquel.

Piani is desperately defending, but Roquel is not an ordinary person. This guy directly and arrogantly squeezes Piani aside with his body, and then firmly controls the ball.

Piani was in a hurry.

This is the second time he has been single eaten by Roquel.

As a defensive player against Roquel alone, Piani understands how bad his performance is.

But he has nothing to do, the current him is not Roquel's opponent at all.

Whether it is technique or body, there is a big difference.

All he can do now is to run as much as possible, using running to put a little bit of pressure on Roquel.

But Roquel is not that kind of rookie.

During the dribbling, Roquel could feel Piani, who was being chased closer and closer, but he made a lateral run and just blocked Piani.

Piani was forced to slow down and fell behind Roquel again.

At this time, Roquel had come to the restricted area line on the right.

This is already within Roquel's range.

"Block the angle! Don't attack, don't panic!"

Yuta Fukuoka yelled, now he is more nervous than anyone else, but he is forced to calm down.

He glanced at the middle. Tedal was on Semedo's side, and there were people guarding the back point, so there was basically no room for passing the ball.

Yuta Fukuoka turned his head around again, lowered his body slightly, his muscles tensed up, ready to save him at any time.

The situation in the arena is critical, and the Italian commentator is also very nervous at this time.

"Roquel! Roquel has come within his range, what will he do?"

The next second, the Italian commentator suddenly roared; "Shoot! A very sudden shot, very fast."

Immediately afterwards, the Italian commentator opened his eyes wide and shouted excitedly; "A goal!!——"

Fukuoka Yuta fell to the ground, he turned his head to look at the ball in the goal, and slapped the ground bitterly.

In the restricted area, Piani looked sluggish.

He looked down at his legs, his eyes glazed over.

The shot just now was indeed hit by his right leg and refracted.

He tried to help the team to clear the siege, but failed, and instead caused interference to the goalkeeper.

This is an own goal!

At this moment, Piani felt that the whole world was collapsing.

"Oops!! Torino scored a goal!"

Dix hugged his head and said helplessly: "The ball hit Piani's right foot and was deflected. This is an own goal!"

Said, slow motion playback.

It can be clearly seen through the slow motion that when Roquel shot, Yuta Fukuoka had already reacted, found the landing point, and saved the past.

From a point of view, there is a high probability that it can be saved.

But at this time, Piani's sudden appearance disrupted everything.

The ball hit the right leg of Piani, who was not braking in time, and appeared to be refracted into the net.

Even Fukuoka Yuta was unable to make a second save when his center of gravity was completely shifted.

He could only watch helplessly as the ball went into the net.

After watching the whole process, Dix frowned and said, "Piani is aggressive. He understands his positive attitude to block, but sometimes it is necessary to provide the goalkeeper with a broad vision, and he can choose to trust the goalkeeper."

"However, compared to these, I am more worried about the psychological trauma of this own goal for this teenager!"

Piani was in a daze.

His eyes were blank and his expression was stiff. He just looked down at his right foot with a dazed expression.

At this moment, his heart was incomparably tormented.

Own goals!

sinner!

If this game is lost, he will be the one to blame.

As a child of Sonal, he loves Hoffenheim more than anyone.

But he sent an own goal to the team he loves.

This is a stupid mistake!

Piani himself could not forgive himself.

The Torino players celebrate.

The Hoffenheim players shook their heads helplessly, and immediately looked towards the goal.

Naturally, they also saw the stupefied Piani, and their hearts suddenly skipped a beat.

No, this is the state of mind to jump!

Ranie hurried back to ask for comfort.

But before he was in place, a figure from behind appeared in front of him.

Tidal ran faster than him.

This guy ran over directly, raised his big fan-like hand, and slapped Piani's back fiercely.

Snapped! ! ! ! ——

hiss! ! ! !

Everyone gasped. They saw Piani baring his teeth as if his back was on fire, and immediately felt that his back was burning.

This slap was too harsh!