From the Country Team To the Rich

The entire Stadium of Light fell into jubilation.

The fans of Hoffenheim were shouting and bursting into waves.

They are excited for this goal!

They are crazy about this goal!

What a wonderful goal!

And it was the first case to enter the Champions League final.

Roquel lived up to his worth and opened the scoring in the Champions League final stage!

"Roquel! This is Roquel! No one can stop him, not even the King of Madrid!"

"Look at his goals, it's amazing! The King of Madrid can't limit him at all, Robert is far behind him!"

The German commentator waved his arms excitedly and shouted.

In the arena, after celebrating, Roquel raised his chin in Robert's direction, a little bragging.

In this regard, Robert narrowed his eyes slightly, obviously extremely upset.

Hoffenheim scored the first goal and completely broke the situation on the field.

The pressure is on for the King of Madrid.

In the VIP room, everyone including Zhang Xian and UEFA president applauded.

They didn't care about livid Flopelis at all.

The president of UEFA even turned his head to Zhang Xian and said with a smile, "A very good team!"

Zhang Xian responded with a smile: "Thank you for your compliment, they are indeed excellent."

Immediately, both of them laughed out loud.

And this laughter made Flopelis' expression even uglier.

The awesomeness was blown out, and then he was slapped in the face.

Hoffenheim actually scored first, and the goal was completely fine, which made him extremely annoyed, but he couldn't attack it.

He could only try his best to endure the anger in his heart, turned his head and slapped his eyes fiercely.

Ignorant Chinese, the King of Madrid's counterattack is about to begin!

To Flopelis' eyes,

Zhang Xian felt it, but he didn't care at all.

He wouldn't try to curry favor with this Lafayette, and the two of them didn't have any business dealings, so why are they so used to his stink?

In the game, after Hoffenheim scored a goal, the players of the King of Madrid began to communicate with each other,

Of course, the main purpose is to release the inner pressure.

Hoffenheim put too much pressure on them.

Especially the right-wing full-back Patrick, his pressure is the greatest.

Roquel, who he was mainly marking, scored a goal, which caused him to experience great emotional fluctuations.

"Shit! I said, you can't put it on the right side, you just stare at the left side and kick it? Abandon the right wing, right? If you can't see who is the biggest threat, you should know the simple arithmetic problem. My side is 100 million thirty million!"

After shouting, Patrick's face was tense.

Roquel's goal annoyed him immensely.

He had already said that he couldn't handle it by himself.

These guys have to go to support the left wing, so don't they care about the right wing?

Facing Patrak, who was a little out of control, Trendo took the initiative to find him.

"Dude, don't be affected by emotions. We are also trying to find ways to support you, but so far, the left wing has been under too much pressure."

What Trendo said was true. In the first ten minutes of the game, Leo's breakthroughs did make the King of Madrid a little bit physically and mentally exhausted.

This shifted the defensive focus to the left wing, but now Roquel scored again on the right wing.

It can only be said that Hoffenheim's offensive swing confused them.

Hearing the soft words from the other party, Patrak also calmed down a little.

"I can't handle it by myself, so give it to me!" Patric's tone was still stiff.

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In this regard, Trendo nodded and said; "Someone will support you in the midfield!"

Patrick nodded in satisfaction.

King Madrid fell behind by one goal in the first half, which put them in a rather passive situation.

Moreover, in terms of the overall ball possession rate, Hoffenheim has a huge advantage of 74% in controlling the ball, which also makes it difficult for them to organize the desired attack.

The most important thing is that when defending and counterattacking, Hoffenheim always likes to fight alone.

As long as a gap is opened in the defense line, other people will rush in, which makes them hard to defend.

But at this stage, they want to equalize the score as soon as possible.

Preferably before the end of the first half!

Hoffenheim finished celebrating, and Roquel and others returned to their own half, waiting for the kick-off.

While waiting, Roquel turned his head to look at the huge Hoffenheim 1:0 King Madrid score on the score screen, and clenched his fists.

At this moment, he felt that the champion was extremely close to him.

He will never pass up any chance in this game.

no way!

The game restarted, and after the King of Madrid kicked off, they conceded the ball in less than three minutes.

The Hoffenheim players were extremely excited after scoring the goal.

They put too much pressure on the King Madrid players in the high press, and the ball was conceded very quickly.

After regaining the players, Hoffenheim started to attack again.

But their offensive rhythm was a little off the rails.

Maybe it was the reason for the final, or maybe it was the reason for the excitement of scoring goals, one by one started rushing forward screaming.

It's useless no matter how much Habr shouts to retreat!

After all, Hoffenheim is a young team, and it is difficult to calm down quickly in an extremely excited situation.

And such problems also caused Hoffenheim to frequently appear aggressive.

Habr looked anxious, he wanted to pull Ranier over and let the latter shout.

But in the next second, Hoffenheim conceded the ball.

And the ball just landed in front of Depay again.

King Madrid's full-back Depay looked at the ball with a flash of joy in his eyes. He rushed forward and kicked the ball to the frontcourt.

At this time, Hoffenheim had a serious tendency to move forward due to aggressive advancement.

This also led to the King of Madrid's counterattack being able to fight quickly.

bump! !

Sola competed with Habr for the top, but Sola returned the ball to Cosman by virtue of his stature.

Cosman didn't rush to take the ball, but waited for his teammates before passing it diagonally forward to Bartford who was advancing at high speed.

Bartford's speed was very fast, Ross Griman saw that he could not retreat to form a defensive line, so he could only head forward with a hard head, trying to steal.

But Bartford kicked the ball far away, and then ran at full speed.

"Damn it!"

Ross Griman cursed in a low voice, trying to block Bartford's running route.

But the route was blocked, but Bartford made a breakthrough by overtaking on the outer lane.

Looking at the back of Bartford who was getting farther and farther away, and the King of Madrid players in white jerseys who kept moving forward around him, Ross Griman felt desperate.

"Ruined!"

The four Kings of Madrid players entered Hoffenheim's penalty area without any tricks at all. After two simple inversions, the ball came to Robert's feet.

Robert rubbed lightly against the ball.

The ball flew over Boots' head and into the goal.

Just 9 minutes after the last goal, the King of Madrid scored the equalizer.

The 1:1 match between the two sides returned to the starting point!