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Chapter 72 Dominate the header! Crush Hummels!

Seeing the opportunity that suddenly appeared on the field, Bochum head coach Lampes couldn't help but raise his head and looked into the penalty area with ardent eyes.

"Oh oh oh oh..."

Most of the Bochum fans who were on the expedition also sat up from their seats and looked towards Lu Chenfeng's position.

They knew that Lu Chenfeng and Pasaqi often cooperated.

Today at Westfalen, Dortmund's home ground, I don't know if it will have any effect...

The other side.

All Dortmund fans stopped cheering for the team. They all clenched their hands and stared nervously at the penalty area.

"Pasac made the cross! The back point was well placed!"

Zhan Jun on the sidelines also promptly provided commentary to the audience in front of the TV, "Lu Chenfeng is here!"

On the court.

The football landed at the back of the goal post, which happened to be where Lu Chenfeng was.

Pasaki's cross is still accurate!

"I'll do it!"

After Hummels saw where the ball landed, he glanced at Lu Chenfeng out of the corner of his eye and stood up to fight for the ball with some fear.

He still knows Lu Chenfeng's strongest characteristic...

I don't know if I can compete with this young player from the second division of Germany.

But now that I am in this position, I must try my best.

Otherwise, Dortmund will most likely fall behind 0-2.

By then, they might really be upset by this team from the German Second Division...

Next to Hummels, Lu Chenfeng took off about half a second later than Hummels.

But because of the powerful explosive power of his legs, his body rises faster than Hummels!

While in the air, Hummels did not forget to use his strong body to interfere with Lu Chenfeng.

But now Lu Chenfeng's physical ability is still not weak and he has not been disturbed!

Just like that, at the position behind the goal post, Lu Chenfeng's body height quickly reached about 2.75 meters!

There is only a difference of fifteen centimeters from the height of Ronaldo’s highest header!

Seen from a distance, Lu Chenfeng was like a bird soaring in the sky, many heights higher than Hummels, and he swung his head and hit the football hard.

"Bang!!!"

A crisp sound sounded, and Hummels landed awkwardly. Then he saw the football pass Weidenfeller's fighting hands and go into the far corner of the goal!

The ball scored again...

Hummels lay on the ground in frustration, staring blankly at the blue sky.

Other Dortmund players in the penalty area also changed their faces within a second and stopped where they were at a loss.

On the other hand, the Bochum players all followed Lu Chenfeng's pace and rushed to the sidelines to celebrate!

Two to zero!

“Yeah yeah yeah yeah…!!”

The almost crazy shouts of the Bochum people resounded throughout the stadium again, making the Dortmund fans who had the numerical advantage and the strong momentum at the start feel sad!

Lu Chenfeng rushed to the side of the field and knelt down in excitement to celebrate!

This was his first time to kneel down to celebrate in such a well-known stadium. The touch of his knees touching the grass and the inner sense of accomplishment made him feel extremely excited.

"We're going to take down the possibility!"

"That's Dortmund! Lu Chenfeng, you are so awesome!"

“Going in beautifully!”

All the Bochum players rushed over and praised Lu Chenfeng.

Their faces were also filled with excited smiles, and deep in their expressions was the growth of desire!

Since it's already 2-0, why not try to beat Dortmund?

They are going to pull off the biggest upset in all German games this season!

The Bundesliga 2 team defeated the Bundesliga giants, Dortmund!

"The goal was scored! Beautiful! Lu Chenfeng scored twice! Let's rely on him!"

Zhan Jun shouted passionately in the commentary box on the sidelines: "Relying on Lu Chenfeng's wonderful performance, Bochum is ahead of Dortmund in Westphalia, a world-famous stadium!"

"We can see that Bochum coach Lampes on the sidelines can no longer restrain his excitement." He Wei's voice then sounded, saying: "This may be his only success in his not-so-prosperous coaching career.

A game that shows hope.”

"If this game can be won, then Bochum can enter the semi-finals and officially declare that they have the strength to compete for the championship!"

As Zhan Jun said, Lampes was on his knees on the sidelines at the moment, clenching his hands into fists and waving them excitedly.

The assistant coach behind him quickly hugged him and celebrated with him.

As for the first goal, it was after Lampes saw a glimmer of victory.

This second goal that followed was enough to give Lampes the confidence to win!

Dortmund!

That's Dortmund!

A regular visitor to the Champions League, a team that every team doesn’t want to encounter too early in the draw!

As a result, at home, one of their Bundesliga teams led by two goals!

Now listening to the noise in his ears, Lampez couldn't help but feel a sense of illusion.

All this was like a dream, something he had never dared to imagine before.

If he really wins this game, it will definitely embellish his otherwise bleak coaching career.

"Thank God for giving us the wind!"

Lampes once again sighed, something he often said.

But every emotion is stronger than before!

Next to the Dortmund bench.

Head coach Tuchel's chest was heaving continuously at this moment, and he was shouting with dissatisfaction.

"The speed of returning to defense after losing the ball is too slow! I really don't understand what you are playing?"

"Are you in a bad state? Is the dead woman in your belly?"

"If the attitude is still like this, get ready to say goodbye to this season's German Cup!"

Although Tuchel looks tall and lanky, he is definitely a passionate and temperamental coach.

This is also one of the reasons why he can gradually achieve success in European football, being able to dominate the locker room!

"Substitute someone, you have to replace someone."

After talking to the players, Tuchel turned around angrily and said to the assistant coach beside him: "Reus is in average condition today and often loses the ball."

"Replace him in the midfield first, and then think of a solution from the back line. At least there must be a full-back with strong defensive ability."

After saying this, Tuchel kept shaking his head and sighed: "We can't lose to Bochum at home, we really can't."

"I don't understand how these sons of bitches conceded these two goals. It really has nothing to do with tactics!"

Seeing the angry Tuchel, the assistant coaches and substitute players stood quietly aside, not even daring to vent their anger loudly.

(End of chapter)