Chapter 61 I didn’t even play it in the game, but he kicked it out directly in reality...

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After being beaten passively for 24 minutes, Arsenal finally recovered and immediately killed him with one blow.

This is what worries Klopp the most.

I circled around the goal for a long time, but in the end, I didn't even scratch my skin. They only counterattacked once, and they were stabbed directly through the horse!

The Arsenal players rushed to Lin Yun and celebrated wildly around him.

Fabianski in front of the door suddenly knelt on the ground, pointed his hands at the sky and shouted loudly.

He was the busiest person since the start of the game. He had been so frustrated that he wanted to explode. Now he could finally vent his anger completely.

Royce stood up, patted his butt, shook his head and walked back to his seat.

He had actually been careful just now. He didn't use any force when he stretched out his foot to stop Lin Yun. He even swung his foot forward according to Lin Yun's strength. Otherwise, he would probably have been put down on a stretcher now.

Lin Yun finally squeezed out from the circle of teammates, walked towards Wenger, and gave him a high-five.

Wenger had suffered a lot and almost made the same choice as Royce. He didn't use any force when he stretched out his hand, but just raised it casually to make a show. The moment he was hit by Lin Yun's palm, he immediately released his force, but Unexpectedly, I was still slapped in pain by this brat.

He stretched out his other hand and rubbed Lin Yun's hair fiercely, "Great job!"

Lin Yun shook his head, "Don't touch my hair, I'm not handsome anymore."

"I told you before, this hairstyle is so ugly!"

"...Okay," Lin Yun, who originally wanted to change his hairstyle after the game, simply nodded, "I believe you once."

"Also, it's time for you to change your clothes."

Lin Yun lowered his head and realized that the collar of the jersey was actually torn open.

Subotic is 1.93 meters tall and weighs more than 170 kilograms. Just now he was pulling with almost all his strength. Even if the jersey was not torn directly, it was considered to be of excellent quality.

Lin Yun didn't dare to be careless and specifically asked the referee for instructions, "My jersey is torn and I need to change it. You won't give me a yellow card, right?"

The referee had just returned from giving Subotic a topaz card. When he saw the hole in his collar, he suddenly felt that the card was too light and almost couldn't help but go back and give Subotic a new one.

"No, go ahead, but don't be on the court, go to the bench."

Lin Yun immediately went to the bench to change his jersey. Subotic, who said he would follow him wherever he went, disappeared this time. Only the camera was still firmly focused on him.

As soon as Lin Yun took off his clothes, everyone immediately noticed the beauty of his body.

"...Why are there so many scars on Lin Yun's body? Were they scratched by the defender?"

"Wozhi, is Subotic a dog?"

"Even now, Lin Yun can still bear it without giving him a slap on the spot."

"I can see that this matter is not over yet..."

Isabella in the stands was so distressed that she wanted to rush up and have a jio with Subotic's little one.

After Lin Yun changed his jersey, the game finally started again.

Dortmund kicked off and immediately advanced the attack, but this time the ball was cut off just after it passed midfield.

When the football came to Walcott's feet, the little tiger stepped forward with both feet, pushed the accelerator to the bottom, and overtook Piszczek with a cross from the wing.

Lin Yun rushed forward from the middle and barely managed a header due to interference from Hummels and Subotic. The ball flew out of the baseline with Weidenfeller's fingertips.

Cazorla took the corner kick, Arteta beat Sven Bender and hit the goal with the ball slightly higher than the crossbar.

Although they didn't score, Arsenal's offense finally came out. The fans were truly relieved this time and applauded the players.

Dortmund seemed to be still immersed in the blow of conceding a goal and did not play so unscrupulously. However, after the wave of attacks just now, Arsenal could not come up with any more tricks, and the game fell into a deadlock for a while.

In the 30th minute, Rosicky blocked Royce from the left side of the midfielder, who was quickly counterattacking with the ball, and received Arsenal's first yellow card.

In the 32nd minute, Arsenal counterattacked. Wilshere grabbed Bender's sliding tackle on the left side of the midfield and stabbed a diagonal pass with the instep of his outside foot. Cazorla inserted into the right side of the penalty area and scored a single goal. He was about to hit the goal when the referee whistled. It rang first.

In the 35th minute, Dortmund responded. Royce made a straight pass to the right rib. Lewandowski turned around and got rid of Vermaelen at the edge of the penalty area. He quickly inserted into the small penalty area and shot low on the right side. Fabians was struck in time. Use your feet to resolve...

"Fabianski has made another contribution! If Lin Yun is the best player in the game so far, then he is definitely the second best player..."

"Both sides come back and forth. This is the Champions League final we want to see! Lin Yun's goal finally awakened Arsenal. Dortmund failed to score when they were down just now. Now it becomes more difficult to score. stand up."

The game quickly came to the 40th minute.

Subotic, who received a yellow card and was mentally frustrated, seemed to be deliberately avoiding Lin Yun. Hummels had become the main defender of Lin Yun.

Under the strict defense of the two, Lin Yun began to fall silent again, but after the outburst just now, even if he was sleeping on the court, the Hornets' players had to work hard to face it.

Klopp glanced at his bench and called to his assistant coach. The two of them came together to figure out whether to make substitutions immediately at the beginning of the second half. Unexpectedly, bursts of exclamations suddenly broke out around them.

The two were startled, thinking that Arsenal's disgusting counterattack had started again. Unexpectedly, when they turned around, they were pleasantly surprised to find that their side had pushed the ball near Arsenal's penalty area.

"It's Royce again! Although they are both fast players, his skills are obviously much more delicate than Walcott's..." The German commentator casually belittled the opposite player, "That's it! The old Rosicky can't Let him stop. Wenger made a mistake by starting him! Let's see how it will be dealt with!"

Lewandowski and Błaszczykovski were already outflanking, but Royce did not cross the ball immediately. Instead, he moved the ball inside and took the ball directly from the ribs of Arsenal's penalty area towards the goal. past.

Monreal, who was passed by, resisted the urge to put a shovel behind him and wanted to squeeze in from behind. Unexpectedly, Royce could accelerate in such a small space and suddenly moved forward and completely separated from Monreal. defense.

Mertesacker no longer cared about Bvaszczykovsky and immediately came over.

But as soon as he left, Royce immediately turned his head and glanced at Bwashchikovsky.

Mertesacker was immediately in a dilemma, but at this moment of hesitation, Royce had already quickly completed a push.

Not very powerful and not very fast, but quite concealed. By the time Fabianski reacted, the football had already rolled into Arsenal's goal against the post.

This time it was the away fans' turn to cheer hoarsely, and Royce immediately rushed in front of them, put his hand to his ear, and made a gesture of listening.

"... Royce passed Rosicky and Monreal and shot into the far corner! The ball went in! With only a few minutes left before the end of the first half, Dortmund finally broke through Arsenal's goal and the score became 1 -1!"

"GOAL!!! Royce did not pass the ball to Lewandowski this time, but chose to hit the goal himself! Dortmund equalized the score!"

Klopp immediately rushed out like a madman, throwing out his trademark farmer's three punches.

Unfortunately, in addition to the pitifully small cheers from the visiting team fans, he was greeted only by harsh boos from the home team fans.

Wenger shook his head in disappointment, looked at his bench, and waved to Giroud.

Dajiru was so happy that he immediately jumped up as if there were springs under his butt and rushed to Wenger's side, "BOSS!"

"In the second half, you go up," Wenger said, "try your best to head the ball and create a second goal."

"clear……"

After Royce tied the score for Dortmund, the first half ended quickly, and the two sides entered the locker room with a score of 1-1.

The coaches of both sides were busy making tactical adjustments, while the players took the time to rest.

The team doctor disinfected Lin Yun's wound and said, "So cruel, is the referee blind?"

Lin Yundao: "I hope he is blind..."

The others didn't react at first, but when they did, they immediately became more nervous than the other.

"Hey, brother, calm down, he has already been played badly by you, there is no need!"

"It's not worth it. He's already avoiding you. You've already won."

"Don't worry, I'll help you get revenge later, you don't have to do it yourself."

Wenger also frowned, "This is professional football. The better players are, the worse the defense will be. You must learn to adapt to all this instead of letting them mess up your mentality."

Lin Yun waved his hand, "I know, and I am mentally prepared. I am trying to convince myself to adapt."

Wenger could only nod and choose to believe him.

After the second half, Dortmund significantly strengthened their attack on the left, and Royce, who tasted the sweetness, cut inside again. However, Monreal learned his lesson and would rather foul than put him in the penalty area.

Dortmund soon won a free kick from the left.

"... Royce took the ball from the left and broke through quickly. Oops, he was knocked to the ground by Monreal. Dortmund got a well-positioned free kick on the left... Oops, Wenger started to make substitutions, Giroud Up, Rosicky down, looks like we need to step up our offense."

Rosicky walked to the sideline amidst the enthusiastic applause of the fans.

"Exactly 7 years ago in May, Rosicky moved from Dortmund to Arsenal and quickly became the most trustworthy member of the professor's account. In this important game against his old club, the Czech's performance was not considered Very good, but he still completed the defensive task very well in the first half. The goal conceded in the end had little to do with him. After all, he is 33 years old this year, and he had already tried his best to face Royce in his prime. With all my strength..."

Giroud came up and immediately entered the penalty area to participate in the defense of this free kick.

He's a little over 1.9 meters tall, but his air defense capabilities are quite strong.

Royce chose to hit the goal directly. The football bounced off the wall and was kicked into the midfield by Arteta.

As soon as Lin Yun squeezed past Hummels and stopped the ball at his feet, Subotic came to him with a flying tackle.

With a yellow card on his body, the Dortmund defender did not dare to be too presumptuous. He obviously pressed his feet down, but he still brought Lin Yun to the ground with the ball.

"Beep!"

The Dortmund people stared at the referee nervously, fearing that he would take out a topaz card from his pocket.

Arsenal also looked at Lin Yun nervously, fearing that he would lose his temper and rush directly to the real PK.

Fortunately, the scene that both sides were worried about did not happen. The referee only gave Subotic a verbal warning, and Lin Yun just stood up calmly and adjusted his shin guards.

The two sides continued to attack.

In the 52nd minute, Cazorla made a pass from the right. Giroud nodded the ball and then rubbed it. Wilshere failed to hit the ball with his head 5 meters away, and the ball was easily caught by Weidenfeller.

One minute later, Gundogan brought the ball to the left side of the penalty area, attracted three people to scramble for it, and then sent a through ball. When Lewandowski received the ball, Fabianski had already pounced at his feet. He could only quickly move the ball horizontally and pass the ball. Go to the empty space in front of the door.

Sven Bender and Vermaelen rushed towards the football together, but in the end it was the Arsenal captain who took the lead and kicked the ball out of the baseline.

A corner kick was taken, Grosskreutz's header hit the crossbar, the ball was obtained by Walcott, and Arsenal launched a quick counterattack.

Lin Yun, Giroud, Wilshere, and Cazorla broke into Dortmund's penalty area in multiple directions.

Almost all the spectators stood up nervously, staring closely at Walcott who was running along the wing.

With Walcott's speed, Piszczek was completely out of sight, and he successfully brought the ball to the left side of the penalty area.

"...Arsenal's quick counterattack! Walcott made a cross from the left! Giroud beat Schmelzer to the first point!"

Giroud had no room to directly swing his head and hit the goal, so he chose to rub the ball back into the middle of the penalty area.

Lin Yun immediately rushed out instinctively.

Hummels subconsciously stretched out his hand to pull, but just as he grabbed a sleeve, his hand was quickly empty. Lin Yun had disappeared into his defense zone.

When the football fell, Lin Yun ran out with his back to Dortmund's goal. He didn't have time to adjust, turned around and volleyed with his left foot at the same time.

Subotic immediately stretched out his foot to intercept, but it was still a step too late...

"GOAL!!!! Lin volleyed around and shot! Arsenal takes the lead again!"

"...Walcott passed the ball and Giroud headed back. Alas, it's a pity that there is no one...ah? Lin Yun! Turn around in the air and volley! The ball goes in, goes in!"

Lin Yun also twisted himself to the ground after finishing the goal, but quickly got up, rushed to the sidelines, and glided on his knees.

Three stripes!

Others immediately rushed up from behind, hugging him and cheering wildly.

"Hahaha! So fierce! I saw you running over and thought you were going to shoot with your heel!"

"I saw it too, but I guessed it was a barb..."

"14 goals! Lin Yun tied Messi's Champions League single-season scoring record! There are still about 40 minutes left before the end of the game. He may even break this record today! If he can really do this, That also means he will score an unprecedented hat-trick in the Champions League final!!!”

"The defense of Hummels and Subotic was not unsuccessful. Lin Yun had very few chances to score today, but whenever an opportunity appeared, he could firmly seize it!"

"This goal is very difficult and highly entertaining. Lin Yun not only showed superb running skills, but also superb shooting skills! With his back to the goal, he can turn around while He also hit the ball accurately into the goal..."

"I didn't even play it in the game, but he just kicked it out in reality?"

"The volley made him crazy."

"Damn it, this little waist is twisted so hard..."

(End of chapter)