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Chapter 50 - Chapter 50: The Decisive Strike! A Brutal Aesthetic that Astounds!

live stream chat exploded!

[This is so damn inspiring!Andy!]

[Who dares to stand against me with sword drawn!Only General An!]

[How many Chinese players can do that?]

[Incredible!They chased them down from that far away!The Chinese national football team should take note!]

[This is exactly the same scene Ashley Cole famously performed!]

[Sané's heart must be broken!]

[Andy's brain-boosting tonic is even more effective than the calming and brain-tonifying liquid; my husband was practically drooling, muttering something about a 4:2 ratio.]

The Dortmund fans in the stadium started to rally!

"Andy~!"

"Andy~!"

"Andy~!"

They chanted Andy's name, and the morale of the entire Dortmund team began to rise!

A brilliant defusal!

Some are happy, some are disappointed.

Sané lowered his head and remained silent.

It was practically an open goal, but he failed to score!

What exactly are these Chinese people made of?

You know, if he had been just a little off course, he would have hit his own genitals!

Is it because it's too small to be afraid of bumping into things?

(Andy: What did you say?)

Sané couldn't understand Andy, and the coach on the sidelines didn't understand Sané either.

"You son of a bitch!Why didn't you just take a shot earlier?"

On the court, Andy, rubbing his aching younger brother, went to the sidelines to defend.

I was so engrossed in defense just now!

It has a really strong aftereffect!

At the same time, Dortmund also made a substitution.

Sven Bender replaced Castro as a substitute!

With Aubameyang sent off, the formation on the field dropped back to 4-3-2.

"Beep!"

As the referee blew his whistle, the corner kick was taken!

The middle lane was bustling with people!

In chaos!

Schalke's substitute striker, Platt, leaps high into the air!

It collided violently with the attacking Bürki!

The next second!

Both of them fell to the ground!

Bürki clutched his arm and wailed in pain!

Pratt's head was bleeding profusely!

but.

Goal!

The referee immediately signaled for the team doctor to come onto the field!

With Platt carried off the pitch, Schalke had no more substitutions available.

The number of players on the field is now 10:10!

The most important thing is!

After consulting with the linesman, the referee pointed to the center circle!

Goal stands!

This infuriated everyone at Dortmund!

"Sir!Isn't this a collision with the goalkeeper?"

"Our players are injured too!"

"Please make a fair judgment!"

Schalke players rushed forward when they saw the referee surrounded.

"We respect the sir's ruling!"

"Platter's condition has worsened to the point that he needs to leave the field for treatment!"

"Let's not crowd around here."

The most intense moments don't happen on the field, but on the sidelines.

Tuchel cannot accept this ruling!

Always rational, he rushed to the fourth official's side and began to complain!

This move also drew the referee's "attention"!

Brich was undoubtedly the most dazzling "protagonist" of the day.

After shaking off his players, he went to the sidelines and showed Tuchel a red card!

Boos erupted from the crowd!

Some radical fans attempted to jump off the stands.

The security level at the scene has been raised to red!

Backstage, the security manager was grumbling into a walkie-talkie.

"Is he insane?This is Westphalia!"

"If he wants to die, don't drag us down with him!"

"Let him walk off the field alone after the game if he dares!"

The head coach has been sent to the stands!

The score has been tied at 4-4!

Dortmund's morale plummeted at this moment!

Inside the locker room, Aubameyang was furious as he watched the screen!

Looking at the bottle of champagne beside him, he could hardly resist the urge!

He grabbed it and slammed it to the ground!

On the field, both sides are back to square one!

Fortunately, Praet, who was substituted by Schalke, has yet to return.

This means that the difference in numbers between the two sides has also been eliminated!

The time has now reached 87 minutes!

Schalke's coach stood on the sidelines, anxiously issuing orders!

One point is no longer enough for him!

He hopes the team can take 3 points from here!

We must press on with this momentum!

The two sides engaged in round after round of fierce fighting in the middle lane!

Time quickly moved into stoppage time.

The fourth official on the sidelines held up a sign indicating that there would be 8 minutes of added time!

On the field at this moment, Schalke is launching an attack.

Choupo-Moting, who came on as a substitute, was very active!

He kept attempting long-range shots from outside the penalty area!

The ball was saved by Bürki and went out of bounds.

Schalke's center-backs have all moved into Dortmund's penalty area!

Faced with a formidable opponent, Andy and his teammates were ready to fight back!

Corner kick taken!

Captain Hummels took the lead!

After pushing past an attacker, he powerfully headed the ball out of the penalty area!

Shinji Kagawa gave it his all at the second landing spot!

He managed to go toe-to-toe with Goretzka!

The ball eventually fell to Mkhitaryan's feet!

The counterattack begins!

Mkhitaryan dribbles forward, quickly scanning left and right!

Andy is sprinting down the far left flank!

When Shinji Kagawa entered the opponent's half and tried to confirm Andy's position again.

Suddenly, Heiber, who was chasing from behind, knocked him to the ground!

"Beep!"

The referee blows the whistle!

Andy immediately abandoned the sprint!

He charged straight at Højbjerg!

The latter was so frightened that he retreated repeatedly!

Referee Brych promptly pulled out a red card!

Andy thought it was for him and was about to argue about it.

As a result, Højbjerg acted very consciously and walked towards the sidelines!

You're lucky you ran fast!

"This red card was deserved."

"Højbjerg has no other choice.Once Mkhitaryan passes the ball out, Andy will be one-on-one with the goalkeeper."

"Don't forget, Andy's attacking statistics for Dortmund II were very good."

"He has a good shooting ability."

"Hehe!A red card, and."It was worth it to exchange a one-on-one chance for a long-range free kick.

Schalke only has 9 players left on the field!

This time, Dortmund players took their positions in front of their penalty area.

Gundogan walked towards the spot of the foul, and the team usually entrusts him with the task of handling free kicks.

Just then, Andy walked over.

"Leave it to me!"

Andy's voice was very firm!

So much so that Gündoğan didn't hesitate for long and stepped aside.

Inside the live stream, Zhan Jun looked puzzled.

"Should this ball be handled by Andy?"

"From this distance, they probably won't just punch the door."

Zhang Lu nodded."Andy's long passes are quite accurate; it all depends on whether his teammates can get to the ball."

Once the human wall was in place, Andy was already in position.

He squatted down, carefully adjusted the ball's position, and gently placed it on the turf with both hands.

He then retreated continuously, his eyes fixed on the goal!

The broadcast camera zoomed in!

His eyes revealed determination and focus!

Andy pulled up his shorts, revealing his thigh muscles.

Having had the Carlos template for so long, this is the first time I've had the chance to showcase it!

Ten years of honing a sword!

"Beep!"

As the whistle blew, Andy began his running start!

The speed gradually increased!

Each step was firm and powerful, with his feet alternately pushing off the ground, kicking up a cloud of grass!

Andy's speed reached its peak the instant he approached the ball!

The moment his foot touched the ball, he slammed his left outside of his foot into the lower middle part of the ball!

The ball generated a strong spin the moment it was launched!

The ball is approaching the goal at an extremely high speed, having completely broken free from the constraints of gravity!

"not good!"

"It's a direct shot!"

"How dare he?"

By the time the Schalke players reacted, the ball, like a precision-guided missile, grazed the goalpost and flew into the net!

"Whoosh~!"

Goalkeeper Fährmann stood on the goal line, watching in horror as the ball flew towards him.

He had stretched his body to its maximum extent, but he still couldn't touch the ball!

"Break down the door!"

"Goal!"

"shoot with great precision!"

"Andy scored a world-class goal from over 35 meters!"

"An arrow piercing the clouds!"

"A thousand troops and ten thousand horses come to meet us!"

"Andy!Help Dortmund take the lead again!"

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