Before Barack could sum up his free kick just now, he had to stand on the wall and just switched a position with Zheng Zhi, who was free throwing.

He missed the finale, and naturally hoped that Zheng Zhi would miss the finale. In this situation, both sides reached a draw. No one can go to the Champions League, they all go to the League Cup...

He didn't think Kaiserslautern still had time to fight back. After Zheng Zhi finished playing this ball, the game was basically over and he couldn't even kick off again.

well……

A heavy depression flashed in my heart.

"Free kicks are not that easy to score, and that's how the score is. 2:2, they are all losers, and none of them beat anyone. Dortmund is the one who benefits in the end. Dortmund can prepare to celebrate, after this free kick."

Bretner was not optimistic that Zheng Zhi could kick the ball in at all. A free kick was not a penalty kick, so how could he go in as soon as he entered? This requires great luck.

Dortmund fans think so, but they still pray for Kaiserslautern.

"Don't go in,"

"Don't go in,"

"Don't go in!"

"Don't go in."

Their fists were clenched tightly, obviously not really thinking that Zheng Zhi couldn't score the goal, they were still very nervous.

As for the Kaiserslautern fans, their spirits have completely sluggished. They can't see hope if they enter or not. They think Kaiserslautern has no time to counterattack and that peaceful losses are useless. It would be great if Barack had seized that opportunity to score a goal, but now? Haha...

Only Frankfurt fans are still dreaming.

"Zheng can,"

"As long as he kicks the ball into the goal, he will almost score."

"Don't hit the wall, don't kick and cheat, kick the goalkeeper in the arms of the goalkeeper."

Actually, there are a lot of requirements, and it is not easy to do these three points at the same time...

Zheng Zhi wiped the sweat from his face, tidied up his messy hair, then slowly retreated, and carefully measured the distance to run. He naturally knew the importance of his kick.

Either cool or priceless.

The live footage and all the eyes of the scene fell on him.

The high wall of man blocked the front, like an insurmountable Great Wall. He saw Barak's silent face, and Sforza's chest was panting, with a confused look on his face...

Beep,

The whistle finally rang.

Zheng Zhi's eyes narrowed and swept to the upper left corner of the goal.

Running up, kicking out. The whole body pressed wildly to the left side of the body, and the left foot seemed to be almost folded to 50 degrees. He pulled out the best shooting posture and angle. He turned his left ankle slightly, and the instep inside the right foot accurately pulled the lower right side of the ball. The ball climbed sharply and jumped quickly from the left side of the human wall!

"Aowu~"

At that moment, almost everyone stretched their necks, and some even put their faces on the TV screen.

In the flash, the ball drew 28 meters away and quickly rotated towards the upper left corner of the goal. The graceful arc was like a tool drawn, which was a perfect parabola that condensed the arc and angle.

"ah"

Seeing the sound in the sky, the ball finally flew into the upper left corner of the goal.

“gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!”

“gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!”

“gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!”

"Zheng!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Absolute kill!!!"

"Absolute kill!!!"

"Absolute kill!!!"

Bretner completely forgot what he had just said and instantly became infinitely excited.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

Huang Jianxiang hit the table six times in a row, and stood up with red eyes.

"Last minute,"

"The last minute was a miracle."

"Zheng Zhi!"

"Zheng Zhi put a perfect end to the season with an unintentional free kick!"

"At this moment we can forget Balac, forget Basler, forget Hasler, Deisler, Mattus!"

"He is the most dazzling player in the Bundesliga, no doubt about it!"

"His name is Zheng Zhi!"

The Eagle Stadium was like a tilted and collapsed seawall, and the surging tide swept everything wildly, and the Kaiserslautern fans were instantly submerged.

The light of victory is extremely dazzling, and the haze of failure swallows Kaiserslautern.

Zheng Zhi took off his top, exposed eight hard abdominal muscles, rushed to the coach's seat and rushed towards Shuster.

With a bang, he jumped directly on Shuster. Shuster almost didn't stand firm and pushed his right foot back, then he staggered to save Zheng Zhi.

Behind him, except for the substitute goalkeeper in front of the goal, all other teammates rushed over to celebrate.

"God,"

"I can't believe that the miracle happened like this."

"Zheng, he is the hero of the Eagle Stadium."

"I think there hasn't been a player with such dominance in Frankfurt's history."

"No, absolutely nothing."

"At such a age, any player will be overshadowed by writing such a brilliant chapter."

"Behind him is Barak's lonely figure."

"I just said that the draw was a failure of two people, and neither of them won the other, but God obviously favored Yu Zheng, and he let Zheng play a final kill in the last moment. In fact, Barack got the chance first, but he failed to seize it, and finally let Zheng seize the opportunity."

"This is the final outcome of the summer of 1999."

"No, maybe there is still a little time..." Bretner quickly changed his words. He didn't want to be slapped in the face again.

Alas, Barack, who was standing on the court, bounced heavily again, a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes without any concealment, and his face was full of bitterness. He thought he could accept a draw, but it turned out to be a failure! Zheng Zhi finally won the war.

The referee still gave face and gave Kaiserslautern the chance to kick off, but this time was only symbolic. When Lishe drove the ball, the referee immediately blew the whistle to the end of the game.

Frankfurt players immediately rushed into a group. Under the court, Shuster, with his coaching staff and substitutes, rushed up frantically, and the stands became a sea of ​​celebration. Many Frankfurt fans also skipped the billboard and ran to the court...

At this moment, the one who was sad was not the fans of Kaiserslautern. Dortmund fans were also crying for their parents. They were much more painful than the fans of Kaiserslautern.

"What?"

"This is so fake!"

"How could it be a decisive kill!"

"Did the goalkeeper let the water go? He's in as soon as he says it?"

"I'm so tired, poor Dortmund, just 30 seconds away!"

"They will play in the Champions League qualifiers and they will probably be eliminated in two rounds. They have no experience, alas."

"well,"
Chapter completed!