The fans of Hoffenheim were shouting vigorously and burst into waves of sound.
They are excited for this goal!
They are crazy about this goal!
What a wonderful goal!
And it was the first time to enter the Champions League final.
Roquel lived up to his worth and opened the scoring in the Champions League final stage!
"Roquel! This is Roquel! No one can stop him, not even the King of Madrid!"
"Look at his goals, it's amazing! The King of Madrid can't limit him at all, Robert is far behind him!"
The German commentator waved his arms excitedly and shouted.
And in the arena, after celebrating, Roquel raised his chin in Robert's direction, a little bragging.
In this regard, Robert narrowed his eyes slightly, obviously extremely upset.
Hoffenheim scored the first goal and completely broke the situation on the field.
The pressure is on for the King of Madrid.
In the VIP room, everyone including Zhang Xian and UEFA President applauded.
They didn't care about livid Flopelis at all.
The President of UEFA even turned his head to Zhang Xian and said with a smile, "A very good team!"
Zhang Xian responded with a smile: "Thank you for your compliment, they are indeed excellent."
Immediately, both of them laughed out loud.
And this laughter made Flopelis' expression even uglier.
The awesomeness was blown out, and then he was slapped in the face.
Hoffenheim actually scored first, and there was no problem with the goal, which made him extremely annoyed, but he couldn't attack it.
He could only try his best to endure the anger in his heart, turned his head and slapped his eyes fiercely.
Ignorant Chinese, the King of Madrid's counterattack is about to begin!
Zhang Xian felt Flopelis' eyes, but he didn't care at all.
He wouldn't try to curry favor with this Lafayette, and the two of them didn't have any business dealings, so why are they so used to his stink?
In the game, after Hoffenheim scored a goal, the players of the King of Madrid began to communicate with each other,
Of course, the main purpose is to release the inner pressure.
Hoffenheim put too much pressure on them.
Especially the right-wing full-back Patrick, his pressure is the greatest.
Roquel, who he was mainly marking, scored a goal, which caused him to experience great emotional fluctuations.
"Shit! I said, you can't put it on the right side, you just stare at the left side and kick it? Give up the right wing, right? If you can't see who is the biggest threat, you should be able to do simple arithmetic. My side is 100 million thirty million!"
After shouting, Patrak's face was tense.
He was extremely annoyed by Roquel's goal.
He said long ago that he couldn't handle it by himself.
These guys have to go to support the left wing, so don't they care about the right wing?
Facing Patrick, who was a little out of control, Trendo took the initiative to find him.
"Dude, don't be affected by emotions. We are also trying to find ways to support you, but so far, the pressure on the left wing is too great."
Trendo was telling the truth. In the first ten minutes or so of the game, Leo's repeated breakthroughs really exhausted the King of Madrid.
Only then did the defense shift to the left wing, but now Roquel scored again on the right wing.
It can only be said that Hoffenheim's offensive swings confused them.
Hearing the soft words from the other party, Patrak also calmed down a little.
"I can't handle it by myself, so give it to me!" Patric's tone was still stiff.
In this regard, Trendo nodded and said; "Someone will support you in the midfield!"
Only then did Patrick nod in satisfaction.
King Madrid fell behind by one goal in the first half, which left them in a rather passive situation.
And in terms of the overall ball possession rate, Hoffenheim has a huge advantage of 74% in control of the ball, which also makes it difficult for them to organize the desired offense.
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