Chapter 115: The Birth of a Legend!

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"What are you doing sitting around? It's just two goals. It's not like we haven't fallen behind before!"

"Stand up and stare blankly for what!"

Red Factory captain Brent was yelling loudly, but no matter how loud his voice was, he couldn't wake up those teammates who had fallen into depression.

The faces of the Red Factory players are dull and dazed...

They have made sufficient preparations for this Europa League final, but it is still the fact that they cannot reverse the failure.

Yes, the game is not over yet!

There are five minutes left in the game.

But they were two goals behind, and these two goals were like a natural moat.

Every European game, the performance of the Red Factory will always be criticized and questioned. For this reason, many Premier League fans are ridiculing them as "the nest".

No matter how good they are in the league, it is a fact that they performed poorly in Europe.

This time is the closest they are to the European Championship and the most promising time to win the Europa League.

But they still haven't grasped it.

They don't know how many times they have experienced this feeling.

From the initial remorse, heartache, and unwillingness, now it gradually becomes numb and relieved.

This is what chronic failure has brought them.

Perhaps, as the curse said, Red Factory and Ouzhan itself have no fate.

No matter how well they play, there will always be situations.

They think they have worked very hard, but there are always some people and some teams blocking their way to the championship.

There is only one winner, and today belongs to Hoffenheim!

On the sidelines, the old professor stopped shouting.

When he saw the third goal,

He understood that Red Factory had no chance.

The European trophy that he tirelessly pursued has still not been won this year.

He doesn't know how many years he has left, and how long he can coach Red Factory.

He hopes to give his career a perfect curtain call and give Red Factory fans enough thoughts.

But... there may always be regrets in life.

The old professor has many regrets.

He missed a lot of good players!

Made many wrong transactions!

But these are not as painful as this moment. Perhaps in his heart, this year is indeed the year he is closest to the European Championship.

And this year's failure may also make him depressed.

So be it!

The old professor lowered his head regretfully and returned to the coach's bench to sit down. He crossed his hands and looked indifferently to the next door.

There were thunderous cheers, and there were wanton laughter.

Looking at the young faces, the old professor showed a hint of envy.

I envy their youth, and envy their...champions!

How great it would be if...we were the ones who won!

But he knows that there are not so many ifs in life.

Hoffenheim won the game and they deserved it.

five minutes!

Say long is not long, say short is not short.

Hoffenheim made the final substitution, with Leo off and a defender replaced.

Steven is not crazy yet, and he is still insisting on attacking at this time.

Now they are two goals ahead, the best and safest way to defend.

Steven, who emphasized radicalism, also became cautious at this moment.

The Hoffenheim fans roared hysterically as their slogan changed.

'Defense! '

'Defense! '

'Defense! '

As long as they defend, as long as they defend those two goals, they are the Europa League champions.

And Hoffenheim's players also understand that they are doing everything they can to squeeze out all their physical energy and run just for defense.

Everyone was shouting and roaring.

They are extremely nervous.

They didn't dare to think about too many things, but the outline of the trophy faintly appeared in their minds. They knew that with the passage of time, this trophy would become more and more clear, and finally come to their hands.

This is the Europa League champion!

Inside the VIP room, the smoke filled the air.

Mark Van Dino coughed slightly. He doesn't smoke, so the smoke wasn't made by him.

The source of the smoke is Zhang Xian.

The ashtray next to Zhang Xian was already full, but he was still smoking one after another.

This mountain collapsed in front of his eyes, and the general manager, whose expression did not change, was also attracted by the game.

Champions League!

Hoffenheim's most important champion!

That's enough!

Time goes by little by little.

two minutes left...

The Red Factory began to bombard Hoffenheim outside the penalty area, and they wanted to score like crazy.

But Hoffenheim's defense is like an iron barrel, which does not allow them to take advantage of it at all.

One minute left...

Red Factory goalkeeper Howard has rushed up, and the 22 people present are crowded in Hoffenheim's half.

The Red Factory players were red-eyed. They tried to put the ball into the damn goal, but they couldn't.

This makes them feel deeply powerless.

Not long after, someone noticed that the referee had looked down at his watch.

This is very bad news for Red Factory players.

The pace of the Red Factory midfielder slowed down and he was about to give up.

At this time, a roar came.

"There is still a chance, pass it on!"

Brent stared angrily, the Red Factory player came back to his senses, and immediately sent the ball in with his big feet.

Brent and Tidal are fighting for the top.

The two jumped at the same time, their expressions extremely ferocious.

"Get out!! Don't get in my way!" Brent roared.

Tidal didn't back down.

"Don't try to score!!"

The confrontation between the two was extremely fierce, but Brent suddenly raised his head in the air and rubbed the ball behind him.

Tidal said angrily; "Later!"

At this time, the back point was empty.

In the next second, a figure rushed over, stretched out his foot and lightly touched it.

The ball went into the net.

At the last moment of the game, Red Factory scored a goal.

"There is still a chance! There is still a chance! There is still a goal!"

The England commentator roared immediately.

Immediately, he stared at the referee's position, and the opponent also signaled that the goal was valid.

In the next second, Brent rushed into the goal, picked up the ball and retreated, shouting as he retreated, "Come back! Come back!"

Midfield serve!

As soon as the Red Factory kicked the ball, Hoffenheim launched a high-position press.

With both sides exhausted physically, Hoffenheim almost squeezed out the last bit of strength to press.

In the end, Ranier and Habr staggered and snatched the ball. The latter immediately kicked the ball out of bounds and turned his head to roar.

"Whistling!!!——"

Whistle and roar appeared together.

The whistle was extremely long, like the sound of heaven.

The moment the whistle sounded, the 22 players on the field were as limp as mud.

Only the high-pitched voice of the live commentary remained in the audience.

"The game is over! The game is over! This is a wonderful final. After 90 minutes of fierce fighting, the 2018/2019 Europa League champion finally appeared!"

"It belongs to Hoffenheim from the Bundesliga, a team that is good at performing miracles and has performed miracles again."

"It took them only one season from a European rookie to the Europa League champion!"

"This is a moment enough to re-enter the history of the Europa League, and all this is done by Hoffenheim!"

"Let's remember them, let's remember these crazy guys!"