The game between Hoffenheim and Dortmund has not yet begun, and the two commentators have begun to warm up.

In Germany, the sudden rise of Hoffenheim, the dark horse, has caused the ratings of this German Cup to be extremely high.

Many people and fans are deeply curious about whether Hoffenheim's rural team can continue to move forward.

In order to cater to the needs of the audience and to exaggerate the importance of the program, two commentators were specially invited to explain the game together.

"The starting lineup has been announced on both sides."

Willis commented: "Dortmond, due to the pressure of the Champions League this weekend, they had to withdraw their main players. There are only three starters on the starting roster. Except for Morsi who can guarantee the offense, the other two main players are defensive players. It can be said that they are half-give up, but even so, Dortmund is still an opponent that Hoffenheim cannot defeat."

"This is not necessarily true!"

Poly's voice was a little high: "I admit that Dortmund is very strong, but football determines the results based on various data, team morale, player status, stadium atmosphere, etc., all of which affect the results of the game. I admit that there is a hard power gap between Hoffenheim and Dortmund, but this does not mean that miracles will not come!"

"In fact, Hoffenheim has been working miracles all the way, so why can't they go any further?!"

Looking at Poly, who was excited beside him, Willis frowned secretly. He gently touched the other person with his feet under the table.

It was only then that Poly came back to his senses and began to shift the topic to other places.

At this time, the director's reprimanding sound came from the headphones of the two.

"Don't mix subjective emotions, bastards, do you want to be beaten up by angry fans?!"

Willis remained silent, he knew that this was the warning the director gave to Poly.

I have to say that Poly's commentator has begun to favor Hoffenheim, and he always feels that this guy is about to get into trouble.

At this time, on the big screen, the players on both sides have arrived at their respective positions.

The Dortmund players' expressions were very relaxed. For them, the German Cup was not prioritized and no longer within the season's goals. For this reason, they did not pay special attention to this game.

And the opponent is a low-level rural team like Hoffenheim.

It is impossible to have no underestimation of the enemy at all.

Although they didn't show it, they didn't think they would lose to a country bumpkin team.

Morsi stood at the front of the team, looking at the familiar faces opposite him in the half, feeling a little complicated.

These are all partners and teammates who were once half-time.

But three years have passed, and now they are their own players and have become opponents in the field.

Through the crowd, Morsi saw Gray.

Compared to three years ago, Gray has become much mature, and his jaw has been strong, adding a hint of majesty to his chin.

His eyes were staring at Dortmund's goal, his hands were naturally swaying, his fingers bent and his thumb pressed the joints, accompanied by the "click" movement.

Morsi knew that this was a signal that friends were in a high concentration.

Taking a deep breath, Morsi walked towards the center circle.

He will do his best in this game.

Beep!!!

The referee sounded the opening whistle, and Morsi immediately passed the ball back, but he jumped out suddenly.

But as soon as he took two steps, he was blocked by a huge figure.

"I won't let you play too easily!"

Kira stared at Morsi fiercely.

He knew that the person in front of him was the super shooter who used to be Hoffenheim, but they were opponents at this time.

Kira's mission in this game is to stare at Morsi throughout the whole game.

Seeing Kira always following him, Morsi slowed down and began to walk around the back line.

Kira dared not be careless at all.

Morsi patted Kira on the shoulder and said, "Don't be nervous, I've heard of you!"

Kira was a little excited. Morsi is now a star. Although he is not his idol, it is also an honor to be remembered by Morsi.

But he quickly shook his head, and he couldn't be distracted.

Morsi smiled, and he turned his head to look in the circle and said, "You are in good physical fitness and strong, but you have one disadvantage..."

Kira asked subconsciously: "What?"

At this time, Morsi suddenly activated, and he instantly pulled away with his explosive power.

At the same time, the ball was accurately passed to Morsi's feet.

Facing Silva's defense, Morsi had almost no pauses. He gently touched the ball with his thigh and wiped it into the penalty area.

Seeing this scene, two commentators from German TV exclaimed.

Willis; "Beautiful! World-class stop!"

Poly: "Danger!!!"

Morsi rushed into the penalty area after stopping and rushing past.

Hoffenheim's two central defenders were shocked, and Tedal and Vallad instantly surrounded him.

At this time, Morsi raised his thigh and made a shot.

"Stop him!!"

Tedal was almost lying in front of Morsi, trying to block the ball.

But at this critical moment, Morsi will shoot with a fake shot, raise his right foot high, put it down again, and gently knock it towards the ball, and he will also take a step towards the right side.

Just one step to pull out the space for shooting.

Has it been!

The alarm bell rang violently in the minds of all Hoffenheim people.

Morsi had completed the shooting again, and the ball quickly sped towards the tricky angle on the right, drilling into the net with a swish.

"Goal!!!--"

Willis shouted suddenly, "From Morsi, a wonderful goal!"

"This is the ability of a super shooter. He is always so calm at critical moments. Whether it is a world-class stop or his choice in the penalty area, he has shown excellent form."

"With Morsi's goal, Dortmund led Hoffenheim away!"

......

Dortmund scored first, which is very bad news for Hoffenheim.

After Morsi scored, he slowly stood up and faced the Dortmund players who were swarming in, he had no choice to celebrate.

In the Koch stand, Jurgen Ball, Lawrence, Mrs. Wendy, Old Dink and others, who were standing at the forefront, looked at the scene in a daze.

I don’t know who it was, but suddenly said, “It’s so fucking strong!”

Everyone felt a huge sense of identity for a moment!

powerful!

Strong and terrifying!

Morsi, who had just left Hoffenheim, could not do this.

But after training in the top court, Morsi's ability was completely developed.

He is no longer the poor boy from the craftsman shop.

He is the truly top striker in the world!

"So, why did we sell him at that time?" Old Dink felt like he had turned into lemon essence, and his heart was sore.

The invincible striker in front of him once belonged to Hoffenheim, which made him feel a little sad.

"There is no way, Morsi wanted to leave at that time!" Mrs. Wendy sighed too.

Jurgen Ball pursed his lips, "You guys, can we buy him back? We are very rich now!"

"This is not something that money can do!" Lawrence shook his head and said, "If you are used to eating delicacies, would you choose to come back and eat corn paste?"

Mrs. Wendy immediately said unhappy, "My corn paste is delicious!"

Lawrence said with a headache: "I'm just a metaphor!"

He shook his head and said, "Since we know it is impossible, then we should not make things difficult for this child."

"Applause, this goal is beautiful!"

Smack sex!!!

Sparse applause first rang out from the Koch stands.

And this seemed to be a signal, and soon all the fans of the audience were applauding the goal.

There was applause from the field, and although Dortmund was their opponent, I have to admit that the goal was beautiful.

This goal is worth their hard slap in both hands.
Chapter completed!