Chapter 115 A Good Meal Is Not Afraid of Being Late

In the fifty-seventh minute of the game, Dortmund ushered in the closest chance to score in the game. Less than four minutes after Zhou Tiancheng hit the post, Dortmund made a comeback, and Sven Bender targeted Mata in the midfield. The Spaniard is still a challenge for him in terms of experience and comprehensive ability. Bigger. At this moment, Sven Bender went up very decisively, and after the steal, he slid the ball directly to the side. It was too late for Mikel to turn around and counterattack.

Gross Kreutz on the right took the ball and directly relied on speed to hit the bottom line strongly. With his body leaning against Portuguese left-back Bosingwa, he made a cross with a rather low arc. Lewandowski Following up with a head shake, the ball went straight to the far end. It was already faster than Cech's reaction speed, but it was blocked by David Luiz on the goal line. It was a wonderful rescue for the opponent.

"It's still close! It's still close! Petr Cech can't stand it any longer. Chelsea is now relying on the united will to hold on. At this time, Dortmund must be more decisive and more ruthless." CCTV guest commentator Xu Yang said.

"Chou Tiancheng hasn't found a chance to kill him with one blow. Chelsea has never let go of his marking. Let him find space, and that's when it really ends."

He Wei was not worried at all. It was obvious that Chelsea's loopholes were still increasing, and their defensive pressure was obviously not as strong as in the first half. No team can withstand such a high pressure all the time. At the 60th or even 70th minute physical critical point, Dortmund's accumulated advantage on the field will be transformed into a physical advantage, and there will be more opportunities at that time.

The Dortmund fans cheered all the time, including Zhou Tiancheng's fans behind one side of the stand. However, Zhou Zhenyong's expression was not so relaxed, and his palms were even sweating.

Others blindly believed in Zhou Tiancheng, without any reason...Of course he believed in his son more, but as a fan, he understood the value of the final better, and the most important thing was for the team to win to the end. The goal that broke the balance has never appeared, which makes people worry!

Of course, there are people who have the same focus as him, but their mentality is completely different.

Chu Yunling was sitting in the box, looking at the field, squinting her eyes, and curling her mouth slightly. Although she is very repulsed to watch the game in the box, and the hot atmosphere in the stands has nothing to do with her, but now her attention is completely on the court. Of course, her state is completely different from Zhou Zhenyong's. Her demeanor shows her confidence in Dortmund, or Zhou Tiancheng. The corners of her mouth curled up as she reached the final stage of the game. She waited intently for an opportunity, an opportunity that would make her celebrate wantonly.

He Wei had completely guessed the trend of the two teams. After 60 minutes, Chelsea's physical fitness gradually began to be unsustainable, especially Lampard, the hub of the midfield, frequently replenished water and had cramps twice.

Of course, only he himself knows whether he has really reached the point of physical exhaustion or for tactical purposes, but in the eyes of bystanders, it is all the same. Dortmund's advantages have begun to emerge, and Zhou Tiancheng even took advantage of the suspension of the game to encourage his fans in the stands.

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"Hey, Haozi, you really have a big heart, and you still play with your phone at this time?"

Jiang Hao sat in the stands, raised his head and looked at Mingtao: "What's the matter? Do you know Brother Cheng better than me or what? Chelsea has already started to collapse. If Dortmund can't win this game, I will give my name to you." Write it upside down, call me when Brother Cheng is about to score a goal."

"You don't need to say about Brother Cheng's strength, but this is the final of the Champions League. It's really good for you to do this? Petr Cech is still hanging out today. If you don't watch this game seriously, it won't be worth the ticket price."

"Is it useful? If you meet Brother Cheng, no matter how awesome you are, you will become a background emperor. Pengfei, Brother Hao, what do you think?"

Ming Tao was speechless, while Chen Pengfei and Hao Junmin smiled lightly.

Jiang Hao said with a smile on his face, clicked three red hearts on the screen, and then pressed the send button.

Just after Jiang Hao finished speaking, Lewandowski was elbowed down by Cahill behind him in the header fight, and Dortmund got the opportunity to set the ball in the frontcourt.

Unknowingly, the game came to seventy-seven minutes.

Zhou Tiancheng stood in front of the ball.

"It's time for Zhou Tiancheng to show off his unique skills for the opportunity to set the ball in the frontcourt! His set ball doesn't point where he hits, but where he hits it! I guess he's already aiming at the dead corner." He Wei said. , and then kept his eyes on the field.

"Haozi, don't look at it, brother Cheng is going to take a set kick!"

Jiang Hao immediately raised his head and stood up directly, ready to cheer at any time.

The referee Proenza blew his whistle, Zhou Tiancheng ran slowly and shot towards the goal.

Cahill and David Luiz took off at the same time, but it was of no use at all. Zhou Tiancheng shot the ball with a high arc, which was enough to pass over their heads and then fell quickly. Their take-offs caused interference to Petr Cech. Cech reacted after the ball passed them. Even if he was a top goalkeeper, he was only a human being after all, and it was too late.

This time he didn't have such good luck, God is fair. In the first half, all kinds of god-defying pounces were already unconventional. This time the ball directly rubbed against the left post and flew into the goal.

"Ah—I'm going!!! Roar, Brother Cheng!!" Jiang Hao and the others jumped up instantly, with their mouths wide open, cheering heartily.

At the same time, this goal detonated all Dortmund fans in the stands, and there were far more fans who were more excited than a few of them. Zhou Tiancheng's fans had already created a crowd in the stands, and even Zhou Zhenyong gave a big boost.

"Oh, Uncle, slow down your body."

"Take care of yourself, haha, I'm going to be crazy again today." At this time, my son is going to be a hero again, and Zhou Zhenyong is willing to go all out. The old man is talking about being a teenager, so why not!

"GOOOOOOAL!!! It's definitely him, only him, Zhou!!!" Marcel Leif shouted until he couldn't catch his breath. For the enjoyment of this moment, he held back for almost the whole game.

"The eleventh goal! Go in! Go in! Zhou Tiancheng! Patience will eventually pay off. The fans have waited for a long time, but it is definitely not in vain. The timing of this goal is just right. A good meal is never too late. This goal is almost It can kill Chelsea's will to counterattack! There is not much time left for them, the door to victory has been opened, and there are still ten minutes left, and Dortmund is still one step away from the real peak."

The whole audience was cheering for Dortmund, Petr Cech, who was like a goalkeeper, and the Chelsea he played for really became the foil at this moment.

PS: At the fourth watch, I can't write anymore, and my fingers are hurting, so let's do this for today.

It's not past zero, so I send a wave of blessings to everyone.

In 2019, I wish you all the best and your wishes come true. Become famous, earn a lot of money, meet a goddess, and reach the pinnacle of life!

I don’t know where everyone is celebrating New Year’s Eve? The author is from Dujiangyan, Sichuan.

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