number one striker

Chapter 419
"There are only 10 minutes left before the end of the game, and it won't be too much including injury time! Simeone and Klopp are dancing near the touchline, directing the players to fight! At this critical moment, let's see who can become the hero of the team?"

Dortmund's 2:1 score is not stable. After all, Atletico Madrid only needs a 1:0 to eliminate them at home.Therefore, Klopp is also looking for opportunities to expand the score. When dealing with a team like Atletico Madrid, he must not be careless at all times.

The players of the two teams are very physically fit, so at 80 minutes, you can still see the scene of the big cross running long distances and rushing 60 meters from the backcourt. You can also see the wonderful performance of Koke breaking into the Dortmund penalty area by himself after cutting off Kuba's ball in the backcourt.

But the goalkeepers of the two teams played very well. Courtois and Weidenfeller blocked and blocked the opponent's multi-legged threatening attack.

Gundogan dribbled the ball in the backcourt, and he was the metronome controlling Dortmund's offense.But this metronome was just broken by Vidal, and Gundogan wanted to counter-rob, Vidal jumped lightly and avoided his tackle.

Costa immediately raised his hands, motioning to pass the ball.Vidal was also unambiguous, launching a cross from the wing position, Costa leaped high with Hummels on his shoulders, and hit the ball.

However, the ball was disturbed, and Weidenfeller held it firmly in his arms, failing to reach the power.

"Counterattack!!" Gundogan was not affected by the mistake just now, and immediately asked for the ball to prepare for a counterattack.This time he didn't dare to take more, but used his long pass to direct his teammates to move.

Lewandowski retreated, Godin and Miranda followed up, which made Atletico Madrid's defense position quite forward.So, Royce came in from the wing, successfully completed the anti-offside, and rushed towards the ball's landing point.

"Can Royce catch the ball?!"

The Dortmund fans stretched their necks, but Courtois was not slow, not to mention that the ball was coming towards him, and the Belgian kicked the ball away before Reus.

Hamit, the fat white man in the stands, smiled and said, "I think if it's Luther, he might be able to catch up."

"I think so too!"

"Yeah, it's not like he hasn't done it before."

Simeone looked at the time, the game passed minute by minute, and the two teams were still deadlocked.

The ball is given to Saul, and Grand Cross and Kyle are pinching him.

"Here!" Caesar ran to the right, Saul hurriedly handed the ball to him, and ran to the baseline with Kyle's defense.

"Leave it to me!" Big Cross rushed forward. He was tall and long-legged, and Caesar didn't dare to entangle him too much. He took a step sideways and dodged the big cross's rush.

"Behind!!"

Vidal's reminder came from his side. Although Caesar didn't know who was coming, he immediately pulled the ball back and avoided the pressure of the person behind him.

"Royce wanted to attack Caesar! Failed!"

"Fuck him!" Royce, who rushed over his head, immediately turned around and caught up with the big cross.

"Oh?" Hammett and his group stood up, "The three of them,"

"Who will win?"

"Come on! Luther, you have to come on! Marko and Kevin have to guard against him!"

"Idiot, what are you asking for!"

This was the first time the three of them appeared on the same screen, and the corner of Caesar's mouth curled up. At such a tense moment, he actually laughed.

The big cross looked serious, he must guard against Caesar!

"Come on." Facing the defense of the two, Caesar did not choose to pass the ball, nor did he choose to go around. Instead, he moved the ball to the sideline, wanting to rush.

"Give him space!"

Although Costa is not particularly satisfied with Caesar's choice, at this time, if you don't hurry up and speed up your offensive efficiency, what a fool.

But he still yelled at Saul, telling him to get out of the way quickly.

Vidal, Cork, and Gabi ran up in a very organized manner, ready to meet Caesar.

"Caesar with the ball!"

"The big cross is outside, Royce is in front! Caesar is blocked near the sideline!"

"Caesar accelerated! In such a narrow range, he failed to bring up the speed!"

With the interference of these two people, it is indeed difficult for Caesar to get up to speed.So he stepped up a step, rushed in front of the big cross, protected the ball with his left foot, pushed the ball with his right foot, trying to rush out from the gap between the two.

Seeing this, the Grand Cross immediately grabbed Caesar's shoulders, and Royce also stretched his legs to block the gap.

It turned out that this was just a fake move by Caesar. He blocked the ball back with his left foot very quickly, and taking advantage of Royce's unsteady center of gravity, he stepped on the ball with his right foot and exploded in speed.

The big cross was blocked by Royce, but before Royce could turn around, Caesar swung him over.

"Idiot! Don't block me!" Grand Cross hurriedly bypassed Royce and accelerated to catch up.And Royce didn't give up. He knew that Caesar would never pass the ball, so he rushed into the penalty area to make up for it.

"Kaiser rushed in front of Gross Kreutz! He wanted to go around the penalty area!"

The big cross grabbed Caesar's shoulders, and then let go. This kind of small movement can only slow down his speed, but it is useless.

Royce rushed quickly and reappeared in front of Caesar.

This time, Caesar was more direct. He resisted the big cross with his left shoulder, and then dodged out, rushing out from the gap between the two of them again.

Caesar, who was catching up with the ball, could already clearly see the beads of sweat on Weidenfeller's face.

Costa hurriedly pushed Hummels away, leaving room for Caesar to shoot.

Hummels was blocked by Costa, and it was too late to make up for it. Caesar did not procrastinate, caught up with the ball, twisted his waist and shot.

The ball was like a long rainbow, with great momentum, and it hit the goal directly.

2: 2!

Kaiser evened the score again!
After the goal, Caesar slid and knelt to celebrate, behind him were his teammates and his clear three gullies.

Big Cross and Royce had disbelieving expressions on their faces. The guy even passed them twice, and when he finally hit the goal, he leaned his back to the goal, turned around and shot in.

Royce wiped his sweat and said with a wry smile, "Sure enough, this guy is way beyond me."

"Damn it, wait for the next round and see how I deal with him." Dashizi was a little frustrated, but he still kept his mouth open.

"The next round" Royce looked a little melancholy, he couldn't win his opponent at home, and he still expected to return to Calderon to eliminate Atletico Madrid?
It's too difficult.

At the last moment, Simeone dispatched troops, which is commonly known as substitutions to delay time, and used up all the stoppage time.

"The game is over! Dortmund was unfortunately tied at home by Atletico Madrid as a guest! The score of 2:2 made it very difficult for them to play in the next round! Dortmund must beat Atletico Madrid to have a chance to advance, and Atletico Madrid only needs a small draw!"

The camera shows Caesar, who scored twice in this game, and he is exchanging jerseys with Grand Cross.

"I'll give it to you in the next game." Caesar put the clothes of the big cross on his shoulders, and Royce said disdainfully, "Who cares?"

After the game, the three had a small party, and then Atletico flew back to Madrid to prepare for the second leg.

(End of this chapter)