Chapter 97 (Part 1) Divine Help in the Penalty Shootout

Oliver Rolf Kahn, 28 years old this year, is at the peak of his career, nicknamed "The Golden Retriever" and "Thunderbolt". On the football field, Kahn has a domineering temperament and never gives in. Kahn's goalkeeping skills are very comprehensive and his control range is large. Especially when blocking the opponent's forward, he is like a roaring war lion, making the opponent frightened. Generally, forwards with poor psychological quality will involuntarily weaken their legs.

In the 2002 World Cup in Korea and Japan, the overall performance of the German team was not good. In the end, it was able to reach the finals thanks to the bravery of Ballack and Kahn. Kahn only conceded one goal in the first six games. Although in the final, Kahn missed the ball due to a finger injury and was beaten by Ronaldo to seal the championship, Kahn still won the Golden Ball Award for his outstanding performance and great prestige.

Kahn has almost no technical weaknesses in the penalty area. If he has any weak links, it is that Kahn's penalty kick skills are slightly mediocre. But in front of most opponents, his breathtaking momentum and falcon-like eyes are enough to deal with them. When most players take penalty kicks, facing Kahn's fierce murderous intent, they will beat the drum in their hearts first, and it is difficult not to be disrupted.

However, today's newborn calves in Madibao have long been swollen by their inner pride to the point where their self-confidence has become arrogant. Being able to force the arrogant Bayern Munich to exchange penalty kicks made these young men arrogant at this moment. Not to mention Kahn, even if Beckham, Ronaldo, Figo and Zidane are standing in front of him, the young men of Madibo can still tear them alive.

Mertesacker was the first to go to the twelve-yard kick-off point. He had been fighting with Xiaozhu, Second Brother, and Scar for a long time just now, and had made a lot of promises in exchange for the opportunity to show his face for the first time. Mertesacker stood in front of the football with his head held high, his tall and slender figure like a towering beacon. He completely turned a blind eye to Kahn, who was showing his teeth and claws in front of him and pretending to be fierce.

The whistle, the run-up, the push. The football rushed into the lower left corner of the goal, and Kahn gambled to the right. Mertesacker raised his hands of victory, Madiburg 1:0 Bayern Munich.

Clark Edmund walked towards the goal line. He kept thinking about what Zhuo Yang said to him just now: What was Zhuo Yang's reason for doing this? But I can be sure that Zhuo will never play tricks on me. He is a good and serious person. Alas, never mind, saving penalty kicks is just gambling anyway, and no one will blame me if I lose the ball. Why don't you pounce? Just listen to Zhuo Yang.

Zhuoyang stood in a row with his teammates in the center circle. He did not put his arms around each other like everyone else. He stood on the far right and looked nervously at Ballack who was walking towards the penalty spot. Zhuo Yang was not sure whether his intuition was reliable, after all, it was just a hazy feeling the previous times.

Ballack started to run. When he was about three meters away from the football, Zhuo Yangxin said: Yes, lower right corner! Then without hesitation, he raised his left hand to signal Edmund.

Edmund's eyes kept flickering between Ballack and Zhuoyang, which made him very embarrassed. After all, the goalkeeper needs to maintain a high degree of concentration when saving penalty kicks. When Ballack approaches, his body gradually tilts slightly to the right. Under normal circumstances, this position is more comfortable for the left side. However, Zhuoyang pointed to the lower right. Edmund suddenly hesitated, but then he chose to believe Zhuo Yang and jumped to the right, stretching one hand as far as possible. No problem, Ballack chose to volley into the lower right corner of the goal, and Edmund also chose this direction.

However, it is a pity that Edmund's frowning hesitation before and coupled with Ballack's extremely fast volley, the football flew into the net past Edmund's fingertips. 1:1.

Amidst the sighs of the Madibao people because of the slightest difference, Edmund stood up in a hurry. Although he didn't hit the football, his confidence doubled: I believe Zhuo Yang is absolutely right.

Edmund pointed his thumbs at Zhuoyang in the distance, and Zhuoyang responded in the same way. In the tense and noisy arena, no one noticed their actions and their implications.

Scar Ribery stole the show today, dragging the giant Bayern into a penalty shootout with every pass and shot. In this match, which was broadcast live across Germany, the Frenchman became Madiburg's most dazzling star. Scar walked up to the football with a big grin, pressed the ball hard on the twelve yard point, stepped back and distanced himself with an arrogant face, and the scar on his face was so ugly that it was dazzling.

Shoot! The ball went into the blind corner and Kahn pounded the turf angrily. He looked uglier than Ribery.

Madiburg 2:1 Bayern Munich.

Niko Kovac is Bayern Munich's main center back and the core midfielder of the Croatian national team. Kovac has outstanding footwork and excellent mental quality. Clark Edmund did not look at the Croatian in front of him who was pretending to provoke him. He set his sights on Zhuoyang in the center circle, with his legs slightly bent and his arms open, ready to defend.

Suddenly, Zhuo Yang's hands clenched into fists and pressed tightly against his chest. What's the meaning? Middle lane? Kovac hits the ball, but Edmund doesn't move.

Nick Covacchio's big spoon shot was easily confiscated by the solid Edmond. The monkey charmer was teased instead, and the Madibao people cheered excitedly.

After two rounds, Madibao led 2:1.

Schweinsteiger, the little pig who took the lead in the third round, shot furiously, but because the angle was not tricky enough, Kahn, who was blinded in the opposite direction, flew over the baseline. Ze Roberto then hit the corner of the upper left goal with great force. Although Edmund pounced in the right direction under Zhuoyang's command, he was helpless with this theoretical blind spot goal.

After three rounds, the two sides battled to a score of 2:2.

The atmosphere has solidified in the hustle and bustle.

The second brother Montolivo gathered his long black hair with his hands and tied the hairband again. The eyes of the handsome and elegant Italian literary young man were shining. He looked up at the dark night sky under the lights, raised his glass and stared at the blue sky, which was as bright as a jade tree before the wind.

In an angry Kabuto, the second brother once again mocked Kahn mercilessly.

Madiburg 3:2.

Intelligent striker Pizarro's half-high ball from the right side was alerted in advance. Madibao goalkeeper Edmund flew out of the goal post and hit the crowded camera lens of reporters.

After four rounds, Madiburg leads Bayern Munich 3:2.

Zhuoyang appeared.

Eighty thousand people were silent, and the gazes from 160,000 eyes seemed to have materialized, all condensing on Zhuo Yang. If he could score the penalty kick, the game would end immediately. The score of 4:2 would make Hargreaves lose the need to play. If he can score this penalty, Madibao Club will win the first significant championship trophy in its history. If he can shoot through Kahn, the first C-level team to win the top championship will be produced in the history of German football and even European football.

Zhuoyang stood in front of the football and still did not increase the running distance. He grinned at Edmund who gave him a thumbs up outside the baseline, and then grinned at Oliver Kahn who looked solemn on the opposite side. His brothers were arm in arm and huddled together in the center circle, as were Klopp, Hasler, Kalitzaski, Stubnall, Carlisle and others on the bench. Together, in the stands, Big SB, Mark West and 20,000 Madibao people stood hand in hand and leaning against each other.

The wind in the early summer night blows from the Baltic Sea, blows through the long and quiet German canals, blows through the vast and prosperous plains of northern Germany, blows through the Berlin Olympic Stadium, blows through Zhuoyang's blue and white jersey that is wet and muddy with sweat, "18" The number shines under the stadium lights.

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