number one striker

Chapter 237 We are the fucking champions of the Champions League! ! !

Oops!

Van Bommel wanted to fight back, but his damn calf staggered him, and Sneijder ran wide with the ball.

Caesar was in front of him, and Ram and Piggy stood in the way of Caesar.

Sneijder gave the ball to Caesar, and he trotted along, ready to respond at any time.

"Caesar is facing Lahm, Piggy and blocking, and there is a limping Van Bommel behind him! Caesar can stop the ball first to organize the attack, and Eto'o, who is exhausted, has not yet caught up."

Caesar took the ball slowly and took two steps forward. Lahm kept guarding against his bottom and stood a little far away.

Mourinho walked to the sidelines to look over, and the fourth official held up a sign for 3 minutes of stoppage time.

Caesar speed up!
He slammed the ball in, and the gap between Piggy and Ram was enough for him to get through!
Ram turned around quickly, his reaction was really fast, and he immediately put the shovel down.

Ram tackled the ball, but he was too far away from Caesar, and he just flicked the ball towards the pig.

Seeing this, the little pig immediately stretched his legs to reach it, but Caesar quickly followed up with his right foot, grabbing the ball away before the little pig!
Ok?
Leonardo craned his neck, and Andy and Nia James immediately turned their cameras on Caesar.

Lily jumped onto her seat with a "thump", and behind her were all the Inter Milan fans standing up.

Is it
"Caesar breaks through successfully! Bout strikes!"

Van Buyten ran back desperately, but it was too late.

Caesar glanced at Bout's position, and he was not strong enough, so he didn't even think about shooting or anything, and just directly attacked the goal vigorously.

Bout reacted quickly, and he blocked the ball with his right hand hanging on his side.

"Good goal!" Bayern fans walked away from the gate of hell, almost all of them had a myocardial infarction.

The Inter Milan fans' eyes widened, the ball bounced to the back point, and Milito was right there!

"Bad!" The Bayern fans realized that the threat was not over yet, and they pinned all their hopes on Bud.

"Come on, Diego!" Faria almost ran into the field to help Milito come up with a pick-and-roll, pushing away that Bud.

Bud, who had been useless for the whole game, finally did not disappoint the team this time. Milito fell to the ground and shoveled, and the ball hit Bud and flew high.

The ball didn't go in!
Boot staggered a step and caught up.

"Be careful!" Ram shouted hoarsely from behind.

Bud fell to the ground with a look of horror.

The Inter Milan fans were behind the goal. Those fans who had waited for too long, exhausted all their strength, and shouted a name in unison.

"Caesar!"

Kaiser rushed up, leaped high, volleyed sideways, and kicked the ball hard into the goal before Bout could hug him.

"boom!"

Caesar fell to the ground, and Boot swooped down.When that kick hit the ball just now, Bout only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and then the ball disappeared.

"Ball, ball, ball!!!!"

"Caesar kicked the ball into the goal!!"

"Milito's shot was blocked by Bard! Caesar made a follow-up shot! He used an unconventional method to kick the ball into the goal!"

"The goal is scored! Caesar killed the game! Inter Milan leads Bayern 3:2!"

"yeah!!!"

Deafening cheers came from behind the goal, and countless Inter fans were jumping, jumping, waving their arms, and celebrating the goal.

There were explosion-like sounds in every Inter Milan fan's home in Milan, beer baths were staged in every bar, and tearing roars were heard in every square.

Inter Milan is ahead!
The game is almost over!

After scoring the goal, Caesar jumped up from the ground. He took a hard look at the ball lying in the net, and then looked at the ecstatic faces of the fans behind the goal. It seemed that the goal was valid.

"Caesar celebrated passionately! He rushed to the sidelines and slid to the end!"

The first teammate to rush up was the nearest, Milito, who hugged Caesar's head vigorously.

Then, Caesar and Milito were slammed down by the swarming teammates, and dozens of burly men cheered and rushed towards them.

Lily was shaking like a hamster in her seat, surrounded by a group of already crazy Inter fans.

Lily's parents hugged their daughter worriedly, for fear that the excited crowd would do something irrational.

"There are still 3 minutes left in the game! The last chance! Can Bayern create a miracle?"

Van Gaal sent Klose and Altintop, and Van Buyten and Demy also rushed into the penalty area, ready to compete for a header.

Mourinho also made adjustments immediately, changing two people in a row.

Caesar and Eto'o were replaced, Materazzi and Muntari went into battle.

"Good job! Luther!"

"I knew you would do it!"

"The game is not over yet, just wait." Caesar broke free from his teammates' hugs, squatted on the sidelines, and stared at the court nervously.

"Roben cuts in! Cesar has the ball in his arms! The angle is so right!"

"Bayern again! Altintop cross! Gomez header!"

"The ball flew past the post! Inter escaped!"

Gomez sighed, the goal was missed!
Cesar took two deep breaths. It was too exciting. If the ball went in, he couldn't guarantee that he would cry on the spot.

Cesar dawdled for a long time before taking the ball, and the Inter Milan substitutes stood on the sidelines, embracing each other, waiting for the end of the game time.

Although Mourinho was equally anxious, he didn't change his face and still put his hands in his pockets to play cool.

Faria kept looking at the time, muttering, "Half a minute! Half a minute!"

"FC BAYERN Let's Go! Go! Go!"

"FC BAYERN Let's Go! Go! Go!"

The Bayern fans haven't given up yet, while the Inter Milan fans sang songs, and the joyous atmosphere enveloped everyone.

"Damn the referee, hurry up!" Faria said anxiously.

There was only enough time in the game for Bayern to attack one last time. Lahm received the pass and lobbed directly towards the goal.

With all the big guys soaring into the air, Sneijder could barely see the color of the sky.

"Klose headed the goal!"

"Cesar saved the ball sideways! Muntari followed up with a kick and made a strong clearance!"

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

"The game is over! Webb blew the whistle for the end of the game!"

"Come on!!!"

Inter Milan's substitute teammates ran in cheering, and they hugged their teammates on the field to celebrate this hard-won victory.

Caesar was the fastest, and Zanetti stopped him.

Caesar looked over, and the captain of Inter Milan was already in tears.

He yelled in a crying voice: "Luther! We won! We won, didn't we! Inter Milan is the champion! Right?!"

"That's right! Captain! We're champions! We're fucking Champions League champions!!"

Zanetti was speechless, he could only hug Caesar tightly.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you for bringing the championship to Inter Milan!"

In the noisy scene, Caesar could only hear Zanetti whispering in his ear.

Countless jubilant Inter Milan fans set off fireworks, and they announced to the world with the most excited and happiest expressions.

Inter Milan!Be the champion!

(End of this chapter)