Chapter 372: Cheers From the Bernabéu

"C Ronaldo shot! The goal is scored! The goal is scored! Very beautiful. Hey... Klopp knows how to worry now? In fact, there is no problem in continuing the tactics just started. I really don't understand why he thinks like this. Attacking Is it the best defense? This theory is not suitable for football. Although it is not the heyday of defenders, and the state of Dortmund's two defenders is not so reassuring, but the attack wins the fans and the defense wins the championship. Such a classic truth It is timeless at any time. Now Klopp doesn't have to choose, does he have to put the team in such a passive situation? The thinking of famous coaches is really different from ours..."

Every sentence of Duan Xuan revolves around this meaning, which is what Zhou Tiancheng thought: to die!

Seeing him standing up and walking around in front of the coach's bench, Marcel Leif popped out a sentence: "If Klopp thinks about how to apologize to the fans after the game, then there is no need. If because of the existence of Zhou , so that he has the confidence to be so irresponsible in tactics, then how long he can appear in this coaching bench, I am afraid it is worthy of our attention."

The German commentary is much more direct, showing great dissatisfaction. Of course, Duan Xuan is more of a joke. After all, he is only one goal behind. The game is even more flavorful.

Not lagging behind, there is no way to show the true value of Zhou Tiancheng's limelight overshadowing Melo's double arrogance.

Of course, the commentary of the Madrid TV station did not see it that way. Although the commentary booth was noisy, most of the commentary was still shocked by Ronaldo's head start.

As far as the goal itself is concerned, it is definitely at the top level, which can reflect Ronaldo's own sky-defying attributes.

"GoooooooAL!!!!!! Cristiano! Cristiano! Hahaha, cheers. This moment deserves all the applause, here is the Bernabeu! There is only one king here - Cristiano Ronaldo!!!"

The narrator almost broke his throat, and it was a bit too hard. And only now can we have this kind of investment when we are playing against Dortmund.

There is only one king at the Bernabéu?

This was also said when Spain was in Germany, and it was obviously for Ronaldo. The other two are the top players who have already won the Golden Globe Award.

Ancelotti jumped up to the sidelines, and the young people on the action field were even more agile, and quickly ran over to hug Ronaldo tightly.

"Cristiano, hahaha, keep doing this and let them know that you are the only owner of the Bernabeu! Here, we will never allow anyone to take the place."

Ronaldo just smiled shallowly: "Thank you for your trust, sir, but the real master is you."

His tone was very flat. When Ronaldo was fully engaged, he was almost the same as Zhou Tiancheng. Except for the calmness of his face and the occasional murderous look in his eyes, he could hardly see any other emotions.

It's no wonder that Ronaldo's fans complained: Mr. Luo and Zhou Tiancheng should be the top players in today's football. May I ask, among all the biography known as the king of the ball in history, which one does not have a big heart? Can't step forward when needed, can you be called the king of the ball?

Obviously, Ronaldo has such a key attribute. Like Zhou Tiancheng, there is no need to say too much. In their respective teams, the teammates know who to rely on when they can't start the situation, and try to pass the ball. Don't worry about it.

After Real Madrid opened the scoring, the momentum was very strong. Ronaldo's leading role has obviously been fully effective. Bell can only completely retreat behind at this time, and cooperate with Ronaldo to play his own speed.

And this kind of scene is the real horror of the BBc combination. The three people perform their duties and fully play their roles-Benzema as the axis,

Carrying Suboti on the front line to support the pass, Ronaldo attracted the defense near the penalty area, and Bell relied on his speed to be ready to catch the ball at any time.

Just conceded a goal, and Dortmund has not fully recovered. The defenders probably still care about who is responsible for a conceded goal and what their teammates should do. In short, they are a bit distracted.

In this kind of game, that's enough to kill.

When Benzema received a low ball from Ronaldo to extend the score to 2:0, the Changdot players looked like they were about to disarm.

Hummels went over to complain about Piszczek, why the hell can't you be more ruthless and kill him directly, aren't you good at doing this kind of thing?

Of course Piszczek was not convinced. Who was directly responsible?

You can't defend yourself, rely on me?

Both sides were on fire, Hummels saw that Piszczek was still showing a dissatisfied expression, and tried to make him understand the rules.

Seeing the situation here, Zhou Tiancheng hurried over to fight.

"Both of you, are you still kicking or not? If you don't, I'll tell Jurgen later that you can rest too. Don't blame anyone, it's reasonable to fight like this? Is it honorable? Very proud?"

It's been a long time since he got angry, but at this time, he yelled at the two of them directly.

There must be someone to control the situation. Looking at the other side of Real Madrid surrounded by Benzema's bald head and chanting his name, the Dortmund players felt a little unreal.

Is this our score?

The players who had nothing to do with the two defenses didn't react, and they were stunned. They could accept this point in turn.

Yang Cheng was in the stands of the Bernabéu. He also looked disappointed, but he looked at his companions who were even more depressed around him. He could only beat everyone around him hard: "Get me up! Get up! It's time to show It’s out of our role, come on, give Brother Cheng a shout! Let him know we’re here! Roar!”

The 100-member expeditionary army sang the Dortmund team song in the stands at the Bernabéu. Their voices could not reach the Dortmund players' ears at all, and they were completely overwhelmed by the tide of "Come on, Madrid!" "The singing was drowned out, even they were drowned in the white waves of the surrounding stands, it was difficult to show a sense of presence, but Yang Cheng made a good start, no one stopped, like supporters who went forward alone, although thousands of people went together carry on.

But the main theme of the field at this time does not belong to them, but to the sound of the home team cheering and attacking.

"The honor that shocks the whole of Spain, Real Madrid is coming to you, they carry the white flag that is the symbol of a great club..."

"Hahaha! Come on, Madrid! Yes, that's right! 3:0, keep going, let the defending champion experience what despair is!"

The cheers from the Bernabéu spread across most of Madrid at the moment.