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Chapter 229 The Terrifying Morsi

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

    In Germany, due to the sudden rise of the dark horse Hoffenheim, the ratings of this German Cup are extremely high.

    Many people and fans are deeply curious about whether the country team of Hoffenheim 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.

    "Both sides have announced the starting lineup."

    Willis explained: "Dortmund, due to the pressure of the Champions League this weekend, they had to withdraw the main players. There are only 3 starters in the starting list. Except for Morsi who can guarantee the attack, the other two main players  They are all defensive players, it can be said that they are half-abandoned, but even so, Dortmund is still a difficult opponent for Hoffenheim."

    "That's not necessarily the case!"

    Polly's voice was slightly high: "I admit that Dortmund is very strong, but football is a game that determines the result based on various statistics, team morale, player status, stadium atmosphere, etc., all of which affect the result 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 happen!"

    "Actually, Hoffenheim have been creating miracles all the way, so why can't they go further?!"

    Looking at Polly who looked excited beside him, Willis frowned secretly, and he gently touched Polly with his foot under the table.

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

    At this time, the director's reprimand came from the earphones of the two of them.

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

    Willis remained silent, knowing that this was a warning to Polly from the director.

    It has to be said that Polly's commentary has begun to favor Hoffenheim, and he always feels that this guy is going to get into trouble.

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

    The expressions of the Dortmund players are very relaxed. For them, the German Cup is not a high priority and is no longer within the season goals. For this reason, they do not particularly value this game.

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

    It is impossible not to underestimate the enemy at all.

    Despite not showing it, they don't think they're going to lose to a redneck team.

    Morsi stood at the forefront of the team. He looked at the familiar faces in the opposite half, feeling a little complicated.

    These are all partners and teammates who used to be halftime.

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

    Through the crowd, Morsi saw Gray.

    Compared with three years ago, Gray has matured a lot, with a strong body and a beard on his chin, adding a touch of majesty.

    His eyes were fixed on the Dortmund goal, his hands fell naturally, his fingers were bent, and he pressed his thumbs on the joints, accompanied by the movement of'click'.

    Morsi knew that this was a signal of a high concentration of friends.

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

    In this game, he will go all out.

    Beep!  !  !

    The referee sounded the opening whistle, and when Morsi was about to pass the ball back, he jumped out.

    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 viciously.

    He knew that the man in front of him was a former Hoffenheim super shooter, but at this time they were opponents.

    Kira's task in this game is to keep an eye on Morsi the whole time.

    Seeing that Kira was always following him, Morsi also slowed down and started walking around the back line.

    Kira didn't dare to be careless.

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

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

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

    Regarding this, Morsi smiled, turned his head and looked at the circle of his eyes, and said: "Your physical fitness is very good, and your body is also very strong, but you??A shortcoming¡±

    Kira subconsciously asked, "What?"

    At this time, Morsi started suddenly, relying on his explosive power, he pulled away in an instant.

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

    Facing Silva's defense, Morsi hardly paused, touched the ball lightly with his thigh, and wiped it into the penalty area.

    Seeing this scene, the two commentators of the German TV station exclaimed.

    Willis; "Beautiful! World-class stop!"

    Polly: "DANGER!!!"

    Morsi even stopped and rushed directly into the penalty area.

    The two central defenders of Hoffenheim were shocked, and Tidal and Barea immediately surrounded them.

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

    "Stop him!!"

    Tidal was almost lying in front of Morsi, trying to block the ball with his body.

    But at this juncture, Morsi will feint a shot, raise his right foot high, put it down again, and lightly knock towards the ball, and he will also take a step towards the right side.

    Just one step opened up the shooting space.

    Suffered!

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

    And Morsi has already completed the shooting action again, the ball gallops towards the tricky angle on the right, and drills into the net with a swish.

    "Goal!!!!!!¡ª¡ª"

    Willis yelled violently; "From Morsi, wonderful goal!"

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

    "And with Morsi's goal, Dortmund leads Hoffenheim away!"

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

    After Morsi scored the goal, he slowly got up, facing the swarming Dortmund players, he did not choose to celebrate.

    In the Koch stand, Jurgen Bauer, Lawrence, Mrs. Wendy, Old Dink and others who stood at the forefront watched this scene dumbfounded.

    I don't know who it is, suddenly said: "It's really strong!"

    Everyone felt a huge sense of identity for a while!

    powerful!

    It's frighteningly strong!

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

    But after experiencing in the top arena, Morsi's ability has been fully developed.

    He is no longer the poor boy in the craftsman's shop.

    He is truly the world's top striker!

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

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

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

    Jurgen Bauer pursed his lips and said, "Tell me, can we buy him back? Now we are very rich!"

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

    Mrs. Wendy immediately said angrily; "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's impossible, let's not embarrass this child."

    "Let's applaud, this goal is beautiful!"

    Clap clap clap!  !  !

    Sparse applause first sounded from the Koch stands.

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

    There was applause everywhere in the game. Although Dortmund is their opponent, I have to admit that this goal is beautiful.

    This goal deserves a hard slap on their hands.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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