In this way, Leverkusen's penalty kick order will be ready. Ribery plays the first one, next is Novotney, third is Lamelo, fourth is Burdalic, fifth is Zheng Zhi.

And Real Madrid is still a little messy.

Boske has not decided which five players to play. Although he has many candidates in his mind, it is not so easy to really take out five people. Although he has practiced penalty kicks before the game, he has never really thought about playing penalty kicks.

Who knows if the damn penalty shootout will really come?

“Fernando,”

"You kick the first one."

There was not much time left for him, so he simply arranged it directly.

When he heard Fernando, Redondo subconsciously looked at Bosque.

"No, I'm talking about Jero."

"You'll play the fifth one."

Both of them are Fernando, so they will inevitably think it is themselves. Usually, they call Jero instead of Fernando, but only when they call him Redondo, so Redondo thought it was himself...

Boske also confirmed the names of first and fifth from the beginning.

"Raul's second."

"Guti's third."

"Carlos fourth."

"That's it, are you a question?"

He subconsciously solicited the players' opinions.

No.

Everyone was silent.

"Okay, everyone gathered together."

Boske waved.

"It will win!"

"It will win!"

"It will win!"

“ha madrid!”

The other end also had such a roar.

"It will win!"

"It will win!"

"It will win!"

"Leverkusen will win!"

The coaches of both sides then handed over the list of the top five people who were punishing the penalty and the substitute list, and they all went to the center circle arc. Zheng Zhi and Yero went to guess the coins, and finally Real Madrid got the power to take the lead in the free throw.

Jero personally walked towards the free throw point with the ball in his arms.

"Real Madrid took the penalty first."

"It looks like Yero is the first one."

"He is the most stable scorer in Real Madrid. When he was young, Jero played forward, later as a midfielder, and finally as a central defender, but his goal number has exceeded 120. He took the penalty for many set pieces, and there is no more stable player than him."

"But I guess Woller will definitely send four Germans to take the penalty kick with Zheng Zhi. The Germans are the most stable in the penalty kick. Just look at the German team's performance in the European Cup and World Cup. So I can actually have a certain advantage in Leverkusen's penalty kick. Leverkusen's only disadvantage is probably the goalkeeper, Matisseck's level is average, but Casillas is a hero and a young man!"

When Jero stood at the penalty spot, the whole game became quiet in an instant, and even the air seemed to be solemn and suffocated. Whether it was the stands, coach's seat, bench, or in front of the TV, time seemed to have stopped.

Beep,

Corina's whistle sounded, and Jero helped him steadily! The eyes of the god of death burst out with dazzling light in an instant, and his right foot kicked the ball out.

Martisseck beat back, and the ball kicked by Jero went straight to the upper right corner of the goal!

In the stands, the white ocean instantly burst into deafening sounds, and they quickly threw their fear to the fans who supported Leverkusen.

"The ball has entered~"

"Yero is Yero, and you dare to kick like this at this time!"

"If you have a little irregular footwork, the ball may fly into the stands!"

"1:0, Real Madrid is temporarily leading. Now it depends on Leverkusen."

"Huh, who?"

"Who came out? I'm not wrong? It's Ribery? 17-year-old Ribery? Why? Why is Waller so brave! Why is it arranged like this? So many Germans can send anyone up? It's Ribery! Oh my God, can this kid keep an eye on such a lot of pressure?"

Huang Jianxiang screamed immediately.

More than him? The entire stadium was in an uproar, and Leverkusen fans were going crazy.

"Fake!"

"Farke?"

"Are you crazy?"

"How could Frank be so responsible?"

"Wollar's brain is in water?"

"It's okay to let Zheng Zhi play the first one."

Spanish fans were also having fun, and immediately forgot about their nervousness at this moment.

"Can this little guy kick it in?"

"hehe."

But Ribery took very firm steps.

"Come on, Frank, you can!"

Zheng Zhi's voice sounded behind him, and Ribery still walked forward bravely until he walked into the penalty area and placed the ball firmly on the penalty spot.

"I can,"

"I can,"

"He will definitely not know."

"I'll cum in!"

Ribery retreated while muttering something.

Casillas squatted down slightly, staring at the little Ribery with his eyes squinted.

"Ao~"

His nose made a roar and he became more focused in an instant.

The whistle sounded, and Ribery started running. His eyes looked at the lower left corner while running, and when he shot, his body tilted to the left very hard!

"It's now!" Casillas finally rushed to the left with confidence!

ah?!

Da ~

Ribery actually kicked the spoon, the middle lane?!

"Oh my God!"

"Oh my God, my God, my God!"

"This guy..."

boom--

A crazy scream broke out in the stands instantly.

"Ribery!"

“He inherited Zheng Zhi’s great tradition,”

"He actually scored a spoon penalty!"

"His heart is too big!"

"I didn't expect it at all, I believe no one can guess!"

Even Zheng Zhi was shocked and sweared in the middle circle arc.

"I'm a grass,"

"This little bastard!"

"The order is too big, too stupid!"
To be continued...