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Chapter 70: Scored the goal with a poke! The entire audience was completely silent!

On the Dortmund goal line, German goalkeeper Weidenfeller stands here.

His eyes were actually always on Lu Chenfeng. Top goalkeepers in top leagues like them would do some analysis on their opponents before the game.

You must know the basic threat points.

But what he never expected was that Lu Chenfeng would choose to shoot at this opportunity!

What should I say? I know you may have to knock on the door, but the way you knock on the door is so unexpected that I really can’t react!

Weidenfeller was in such a mood at the moment.

By the time his brain reacted and his legs squatted down reflexively, ready to save the ball, the football had already flown to his side.

"昘!"

What followed was a crisp sound of the net hitting the net.

When the football completely hit the upper corner of the goal, Weidenfeller was still squatting in a posture ready to save, with a confused and slightly funny look on his face.

The stadium fell into a dead silence. Whether it was the players standing on the field or the fans in the stands, they were as if the pause button had been pressed for a few seconds, and they were stunned in place.

It was less than a minute into the game. Bochum's seemingly non-threatening attack actually hit the ball into Dortmund's net through a clever kick from their center?

Dortmund, the second-ranked Bundesliga club, fell behind in just over 40 seconds after the start?!

“Yeah yeah yeah yeah…!!”

After the silence, all Expedition Bochum fans shouted excitedly. Everyone stood up from their seats excitedly, with a bit of disbelief still on their faces.

Bochum takes the lead?

Their favorite star Lu Chenfeng scored again in the opening game?

Or facing a wealthy team?!

"A sudden kick! The ball went in!! Lu Chenfeng!!"

In the commentary seat on the sidelines, Zhan Jun's face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye. He looked at He Wei with shock in his eyes and took off the headphones from his ears.

He wants to feel the atmosphere of the scene, which may be a feeling he has never felt in his life!

A player from his own country, at the home court of a wealthy team, scored a goal with a very creative shooting method just after the game started!

"Yeah yeah yeah!!"

He Wei on the side didn't even hold back. He celebrated first, and then said excitedly, "At this moment, Lu Chenfeng was like Ronaldinho."

"He perfectly replicated a goal scored by his predecessor Ronaldinho in Barcelona, ​​a goal that shocked the world!"

"I believe that after today's game, more people in the world will remember Lu Chenfeng's name!"

"Congratulations to Lu Chenfeng!"

Afterwards, He Wei couldn't help but take off his headphones and looked around at the fans' stands.

The reaction of the fans in the Bochum fans' stands was naturally easy to predict. Many uncles had just bought the beer and had not even had a few sips of it. At this moment, the beer had been lifted into the sky!

Many fashionable and expensively dressed men and women were splashed with beer, but they didn't seem angry at all, but celebrated crazily regardless!

On the other side, the Dortmund fans, who were more numerous, had stunned expressions visible to the naked eye at this moment.

They seemed to be in a daze. They kept turning their heads and looking at their companions around them, as if they were deeply shocked.

Seeing this scene, both He Wei and Zhan Jun wanted to shout, "Great!"

In the live broadcast room of Huaxia fans, the barrage about this goal quickly slid upward.

The naked eye can no longer capture the messages in the chat room, everyone is venting to their heart's content.

"Awesome! Lu Chenfeng is awesome!"

"Oh my god, I will see Chinese players score the Dortmund goal in my lifetime!"

"This is just the beginning. Bochum is ahead. Why is there no hope for this game?!"

"Bochun rushes for me, Lu Chenfeng rushes for me!"

"The pride of China is really the pride of all of us. If anyone says a bad word about him in the future, I will fight with him!"

"..."

On the court.

Lu Chenfeng shook his head wildly, laughed and rushed to the sidelines to celebrate.

Looking out of the corner of his eye at the Dortmund superstars who were still frozen in place, he was already a little intoxicated by this feeling.

"Wind! Beautiful! Beautiful!"

"Who says we will definitely lose? With you, everything is hopeful!"

Bochum's teammates rushed up, jumped on Lu Chenfeng's back, and rushed to the sideline with Lu Chenfeng to celebrate.

After they all went to the sidelines, the Dortmund fans on the sidelines had not even accepted the fact before them.

They all looked as if they were dreaming, standing there with their hands in their pockets or holding their heads.

There were also some betting dogs betting on Dortmund to win, and their expressions started to change.

"Yeah yeah yeah...!!"

In the coach's seat on the sidelines, Lampes strode around the sidelines while waving and shouting.

He was also venting his feelings and his pressure on this game.

If Lampes were to make a choice now, would he want Lu Chenfeng to stay in his team forever or sell him at a high price?

He will still choose the former, no matter how high the price is, he will not sell it!

This player brings too many surprises to people. As a coach, he even wants to carry Lu Chenfeng until he retires.

But this is definitely impossible, Lampes can only give it a try.

On the other side, on the Dortmund bench.

The substitute players were wearing team vests, with the same expressions on their faces as everyone else on the field, and their eyes were a little confused.

Their head coach Tuchel, who had been walking around the sidelines, stopped now and stared at the field with his hands in his trouser pockets.

Tuchel was in an indescribable mood at this time. He admired Lu Chenfeng more and more, but also had to accept the fact that he fell behind at the beginning.

"call……"

He let out a long sigh of relief and adjusted his mood.

As a head coach, he cannot be the first to fall. As long as he has fighting spirit, the players on the field will have fighting spirit.

"Cheer up, cheer up, just treat it as an accident, okay?!"

Tuchel clapped his palms, ignored the carnival of Bochum fans and players, and shouted to his own players on the field.

"Don't lose your fighting spirit, the German Cup is a competition we must compete for the championship!"

"We don't want to have no achievements in a season, right? That would be really uncomfortable!"

What he said is correct, Bundesliga champion Bayern is a sure-fire monopoly.

As a wealthy team, Dortmund certainly doesn't want to work in vain for a year.

As the difficulty of winning the Champions League is too high, the German Cup champion has naturally become the most necessary championship for Dortmund people.

Perhaps all Bundesliga teams want this championship, but no one has a stronger desire than Dortmund!

Neither does Bayern!

(End of chapter)