civilwarnovels Chapter 203 Advance to the Finals
Chapter 203 Advance to the Finals
Chapter 203 Advance to the Finals
The Barcelona No. 10 missed another penalty.
This gave Dortmund a chance. Aubameyang, who played third, took a deep breath, ran up and hit the goal.
"Duang"
The sound of the ball hitting the door frame was especially crisp at this moment.
Did not enter.
When the opportunity presented itself, Dortmund missed again.
At this moment, it was as if the sky had collapsed, and the sighs of countless people echoed throughout the Wesleyan Stadium.
Watching his teammate miss a penalty kick, Wang Po was in a daze. For some reason, his heart twitched suddenly, and he felt empty. It was a feeling of drifting away, as if something had been lost.
Quiet, deadly quiet.
Some young team members with poor psychological pressure shed tears silently, the opportunity will not be given to you a second time if you are given it once.
The Dortmund fans at the scene had clenched their hands, knelt on the ground, and prayed that Barcelona's shot would not go in.
It's a pity that God didn't seem to hear this voice.
The Barcelona team's third appearance, Pique, did not play tricks like Mascherano, and scored the ball cleanly and crisply with an unreasonable and powerful volley.
1:2.
The balance of victory has begun to tilt towards Barcelona.
Brighton played fourth, and faced heavy pressure, they also adopted a vigorous volley, retaining hope for Dortmund.
Here Suarez came on the stage, tricked Schmelzer with a run-up, and pushed a shot from the far corner to score.
2:3.
At the finale of Wang Po's finale, if he fails to make a penalty, it means that hope is completely shattered. This ball is under great pressure.
The road to the penalty spot was so far away and so quiet. Along the way, Wang Po had a lot of thoughts in his mind. Various shooting methods and angles flashed like a movie.
What will happen if you enter, what will happen if you don't enter.
At this moment, all the eyes of the whole world are focused on him.
Annie in the stands clasped her hands in prayer, her palms were already stained with sweat, her little face was full of anxiety and tension, and she even forgot to breathe.
"Whether Borussia Dortmund can retain the hope of promotion depends entirely on their No. 11 player, Wang Po, the core of the team."
At this moment, the commentator in front of the TV spoke softly, for fear that a change of tone would disturb Wang Po's mood.
"left."
Ter Stegen played a little trick, pointing to his left and shouting loudly.
Wang Po's expression was serious, but he didn't respond. "beep"
The referee blew his whistle, which was especially loud for Wang Po at this time.
Ter Stegen swayed back and forth, trying to disturb Wang Po's mentality.
Run up, raise your leg, push the bottom left corner of the goal.
Wang Po obeyed Ter Stegen's intention and chose to shoot to the left, but unfortunately the latter rushed to the right, watching the ball roll into the goal helplessly.
3 to 3, under a lot of pressure, Wang Po helped Dortmund keep the hope of promotion.
Now look at the last player to take the penalty in Barcelona.
Alba kissed the ball hoping to bring him good luck, set the ball up, and stepped back to measure his steps.
Scored and Barcelona advanced.
If you don't score, the cruel penalty shootout continues.
This ball is also a lot of pressure for Alba.
Under the attention of the audience, Alba took a shot and sent the ball flying.
The Barcelona team members who had lost a good game all hugged their heads in regret, and Alba even beat the ground with his fists.
Valverde on the sidelines stomped his feet angrily.
On the other hand, the Dortmund team clenched their fists and shouted happily as if they had won the game.
The sixth penalty shooter for Dortmund was the goalkeeper Schmelzer. As a seasoned veteran, Schmelzer has unsurpassed qualifications in the team. He aggressively pointed to Ter Stegen's left side, retreated, ran up, hit the goal, and the ball shot to the left.
The whole movement is coherent and done in one go, without the slightest sloppiness.
4:3.
In the penalty shootout, Dortmund surpassed the score for the first time.
Now the pressure is all on the Barcelona team, and the sixth penalty kick is also the team's veteran Busquez.
The pressure on Busquez at this moment is the same as that of Wang Po before.
Go forward and keep the team's hope of advancing.
If you don't make it, the team will go home, and all four players will be empty this season.
"Toot~!"
The referee's urging whistle sounded again.
Busquez didn't hesitate, he chose the goalkeeper's right.
It's a pity that this ball is the goalkeeper's favorite half-high ball. Schmelzer, who guessed the right direction, took the ball into his arms.
"It was saved and Dortmund advanced. At this moment, Schmelzer's soul possessed him. He inherited the will of the German goalkeeper."
The commentator in front of the TV shouted excitedly.
The entire Wisdom Stadium was thunderous and plunged into a sea of joy.
Wang Po, whose mind was blank, was completely out of instinct at the moment. He rushed towards his goalkeeper Schmelzer at the first moment, and jumped into his arms without hesitation, roaring and shouting frantically, wanting to vent all the blood in his body through shouting. The crowd lifted the big brother Schmelzer high.
Qualified, Borussia Dortmund qualified.
Tuchel clenched his fists above his head and sprinted onto the pitch to join in the celebration.
A game of ups and downs, the two sides scored 16 goals in the semi-finals, this game is destined to be recorded in history.
The hell-to-heaven feeling is more exhilarating than ever.
Ousmane Dembele, who felt guilty and annoyed for missing a penalty kick, was the one who laughed the most at the moment.
On the other hand, the Barcelona team, heaven to hell.
The three people who missed the penalty kick looked dignified, their eyes were red, and their teammates stepped forward to comfort them.
There are no losers in this game.
Annie in the stands jumped up and down excitedly like an elf, desperately waving to Wang Po in the stadium.
Champions League final, here I come.
The first Champions League final of his career came when Wang Po was 19 years old.
This is an opportunity to reach the top of Europe. Even if Dortmund is not favored by the outside world, and even took a slightly ridiculous nickname "Champions League Spree", this spree has become a dark horse, even against traditional European giants such as Juventus, Atletico Madrid, and Barcelona.
It can be said that it is full of gold content to advance all the way.
After the game, Wang Po gave the most domineering response when asked by reporters about the team being dubbed the "Champions League gift package" by the outside world. "Now, we are the one to advance. It is self-evident who is the best team. I think if you rely on your so-called luck, it is impossible to get to this point. The team is attacking the honor step by step. At this point, we will fight for the honor and prove ourselves."
Yes, we have already touched the turf of the finals, there is no reason to back down, and we are within walking distance of the championship.
(End of this chapter)