number one striker

Chapter 273 It's Over

The moment Harvey ran, the German team's restricted area was in chaos.The Spanish players ran wildly, and the German players who were in charge of guarding them chased after them. The two teams seemed to be playing hide-and-seek.

In the chaos, Harvey's pass hit the halfway point.

Boateng looked up, and for some reason, there was a huge gap in the middle of the penalty area.The running of the Spanish players is not meaningless. They are just to disrupt the German team's defense and empty the middle.

Seeing this, Boateng immediately dropped Alonso, who was marking him, and rushed to the middle.However, at the moment of exerting force, his calf suddenly twitched violently. Boateng did not expect that he would have cramps at such a critical moment, and he staggered a step and failed to keep up.

Caesar is in charge of Pedro, but Pedro has already run to the back point, and there is no threat.

Kaiser looked back and saw a lion-headed man in red jumping high, entering the German team's penalty area as if there was no one there.

"Wait, wait a minute!!" Caesar opened his mouth wide in horror, and stretched out his right hand feebly.

"Puyol header!"

Neuer struggled to take off, the ball flew over his head at a high speed, and his hand did not lift until the ball hit the net.

Pique also ran to the position, but not as fast as Puyol.The falling Puyol hit Pique and fell to the ground.

Mertesacker, who was responsible for defending Pique, also lay on the ground dejectedly, and he had no strength to stand up.

There was a momentary silence in the stadium, and then the Spanish fans burst into loud cheers.Like a volcanic eruption, the Durban Stadium became a paradise for the Spaniards to celebrate wildly.

"Puyol killed the game" Yankel only left this sentence, and then fell silent and couldn't speak.Sauer went on to say: "Puyol's header was brilliant, and our players were distracted by the running of Spain. Puyol was left unattended when he headed, and the defense of the free kick became our only loophole."

Loew and Flick were also silent. Unexpectedly, under the aggressive attack, not only failed to score, but Spain scored the winning goal with a free kick.

Almost all the fans of the German team fell into despair. Even if Klose quickly came out of the loss and put the ball on the kick-off point, the fans didn't feel that the team still had a chance, because the time had come.

"Run forward immediately after kick-off! We will pass the ball!" Klose yelled at Caesar vigorously. Caesar bit his lip and nodded anxiously.

As a result, Kasser did not give the German team a last chance. As soon as Klose passed the ball back to Piggy, the Hungarian referee blew the whistle for the end of the game.

"The game is over! The German team has lost to Spain with some regrets. This is the second confrontation between the two teams in two years, and the German team has all lost." Jankel said bitterly, but Sauer still gave the team great affirmation. He said: "Compared to the game two years ago, in this game, we have seen the progress of the team and the momentum of the young people. It is also admirable for Loew to give it a go at the last moment, but like a butterfly that cannot fly through the sea, no one will have the heart to blame!"

Kahn was not so poetic. He said quite bluntly: "Two years later! At the European Cup! I believe these boys will give us a satisfactory answer! I believe them!"

Yang Keer also came out of the disappointment. It is a pity that he failed to avenge Spain, but seeing the players fight to the last moment also let him see the confidence that the team can defeat Spain in the next matchup.

Spanish players stormed the pitch in what was their toughest game in two years.

The German team almost pushed them into a desperate situation. If it wasn't for Alonso, Harvey, and Barcelona's iron-blooded captain Puyol, I'm afraid they would be here today.

The Spanish players who escaped from the dead celebrated wantonly, not caring about the mood of the German players who fell to the ground.This is competitive sports, the winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit!
Caesar ran to the frontcourt the moment Klose kicked off the ball, but Caesar's whistle still stopped him.

Looking at the disappointed fans on the sidelines, the Spaniard celebrating excitedly inside, and his teammates who fell to the ground and refused to get up, Caesar let out a long sigh, turned around and walked towards his teammates.

Piggy stood there bent over, Harvey came over, and the two exchanged jerseys in a friendly manner.Lahm also pulled up his teammates one by one and led everyone to line up to pay tribute.

Bud, who participated in the competition for the first time, was not so strong, and he was already crying.

Trohovski also had a bad face. He wasted a key opportunity in the game. If the ball was caught, maybe the result of the game would not be what it is now.

Müller came down from the stands, his mouth tightly shut, his eyes full of pain.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't fulfill my promise." Caesar patted Muller on the shoulder, and he promised Muller that he would win the game.

Muller shook his head, opened his mouth but failed to make a sound, he cleared his throat, and said in a low voice: "If I don't reach out for that game"

What Muller was talking about was the violation for which he received a yellow card in the quarter-finals.

Caesar chuckled twice, pretending to be cheerful and said, "Don't be self-righteous, do you think you are the savior who saved the team? I am the team's top card, even if you play, the result will not change."

Muller sighed and said, "You suck at comforting people."

After the disappointment, the fans applauded the team's performance.After all, they are still very young and have a promising future.

"The World Cup belonging to the German team is over! After this, there will be a third-place battle! Their opponent is Uruguay, which was eliminated by the Netherlands. Three days later, we will continue to broadcast the game live!" Yang Kerr adjusted his mood and continued to explain.

Mateus stared closely at Caesar on the screen. Although the two only met once, Mateus, who is a star of Inter Milan, has been paying attention to his juniors.

He could see that Caesar was enduring disappointment now, his stubbornness and unwillingness were exactly the same as himself when he lost in the 1986 final.

"I think there is something I can say to the boys today." Mateus interrupted suddenly, and Yankel glanced at him, wondering what Mateus, who had been talking so much, would say.

"During my career, I had the terrible experience of losing in the World Finals in 86 and the Champions League Final in 99, but I survived them all. What I want to say is that the current failure may become an important asset in the future. Losing is not terrible, but what is terrible is losing the motivation to keep going. Keep going, they still have a chance to win the world championship."

Yankel shrugged. The guy had said something decent.

(End of this chapter)