Seven Crowns

At the Westfalenstadion, seeing Hunemeier kicking back with a kick, Lu Wenbin rushed to the ball, and tens of thousands of Dortmund booed loudly, trying to interfere with Lu Wenbin.

However, Lu Wenbin didn't pay any attention to the noise in the stands, he only had football in his eyes.

Amedik didn't have time to blame Hunemeier, and also hurriedly chased the ball, trying to destroy the ball.

Lu Wenbin and Amedik chased after me towards the football, but Lu Wenbin took advantage of his position and got the ball one step ahead.

Then, with just a light trip, Lu Wenbin took the ball into the penalty area.

After entering the penalty area, in addition to Amedik beside him, Hunemeier who made a mistake also rushed towards Lu Wenbin.

There is also goalkeeper Ziegler, who also blocked the near corner with his claws and claws.

But Lu Wenbin is confident in his 18/18 shooting attributes.

Without waiting for Hunemeier to arrive, and without waiting for Amedik to destroy it, Lu Wenbin raised his foot and was about to hit the door.

He aimed at the far corner.

As long as this ball is scored, Hoffenheim can reverse the lore of Dortmund, and even the opportunity to tie the score is not left for Dortmund.

However, just when Lu Wenbin raised his foot and hadn't even kicked the football, he suddenly lost his balance and fell into the penalty area: Amedick, who was behind him, shoveled his shovel from behind and knocked Lu Wenbin down.

Not far away, the referee who saw the foul behind Amedik with his own eyes blew the whistle without hesitation and pointed to the penalty spot: penalty kick.

Then, he reached out and took out a red card from his ass pocket, which he was about to show to Amedick who had just gotten up from the ground.

In an instant, Dortmund's penalty area became a dynamite barrel. Dortmund's players surrounded the referee in an instant, and excitedly defended their teammates:

"NO, NO, NO, Amedik didn't foul, it was a good shot!"

"Amedik tackles the ball first, it's not a foul!"

"Sir, Amedik shouldn't get a red card and this penalty shouldn't exist!"

The Dortmund fans in the stands were also blown up in an instant, with boos, scolding, "black whistle", etc., overwhelming, as if they wanted to swallow the referee.

However, the referee insisted on his decision, showed Amedik a red card with a blank face, signaled him to come off, and began to threaten the Dortmund players surrounding him:

"I am very sure that Amedik tackled from behind, and he brought down Lu first and then tackled the ball. This is a red card and a penalty kick in the penalty area. You don't need to say anymore, whoever doubts, I will It's time to play!"

Helpless, the Dortmund players could only scold and shout away, and Amedik could only spread his hands, expressing his dissatisfaction with the penalty, and then walked off the court obediently.

On the other side, Lu Wenbin rolled on the ground for two laps and stood up with the help of his teammates Ibisevic.

"Lu, how are you, can you take a penalty kick?" Eduardo asked.

Seitz, Coppado, Gustavo and others also surrounded Lu Wenbin, looking at him nervously.

According to the arrangement of the head coach Ralph Rangnick, when a penalty kick occurs on the court, the first penalty kicker is the captain Salihovic.

But this game Salihovic was not present, and the second free thrower was Lu Wenbin.

Lu Wenbin's shooting skills have been verified in the previous five games and this game, and none of his teammates dare to say that they are more certain than Lu Wenbin.

Moreover, judging from Lu Wenbin's performance in the past few games, Lu Wenbin seems to be that kind of competitive player. The more important the game is, the better he performs. I believe Lu Wenbin will not miss 12 yards.

If Lu Wenbin was not injured, it would be the best if he could take the penalty kick.

Lu Wenbin didn't show any humility either, he stretched his legs and moved a bit,

Then he nodded and said, "No problem!"

Eduardo patted Lu Wenbin on the shoulder and said, "It's up to you!"

Other teammates also came up to pat Lu Wenbin on the shoulder or head, without saying anything.

It was a penalty that decided the fate of both teams.

The time for Amedik's foul had already reached the 93rd minute. In addition to the time when the referee played the card and drove the Dortmund players, the regular game time was basically over after the penalty kick.

Lu Wenbin made a penalty, and Hoffenheim will score two consecutive goals in stoppage time as a second-tier team to reverse the lore of Dortmund with a score of 4-3 and advance to the semi-finals of the German Cup.

If the penalty kicks fail to go in, it will be a big blow to Hoffenheim's morale, and the variables in overtime will be too big.

Everyone knows this, including all the Dortmund fans in the stands.

When Lu Wenbin found the ball and walked to the penalty spot with the ball in his arms, there were boos and scolding from the stands, accompanied by racial abuse from some excited extreme fans.

"Little brat, I wish you a jerk off!"

"Zigler and Westfalen's post will keep your penalty out!"

"Come on, yellow monkey, kick into the stands!"

"China guy, you won't be able to kick in!"

Through the net, Lu Wenbin could vaguely see the faces of Dortmund fans dancing with claws in the stands behind the goal.

Lu Wenbin knows the intentions of these Dortmund fans. They just want to interfere with themselves and prevent themselves from scoring the goal.

But Lu Wenbin has confidence in the system, and he has a psychological advantage over any opponent.

Since his shooting attributes are 18/18, on a penalty kick as close as 12 yards, as long as he doesn't kill himself, it is basically foolproof.

Lu Wenbin put the ball on the penalty spot and checked whether there was any abnormality around the penalty spot, so as to avoid kicking a small dirt bag or slipping and so on.

After seeing that there was nothing unusual, Lu Wenbin backed away and prepared to make a free throw.

Hoffenheim and the rest of Dortmund's players stood outside the box, ready to rush into the box to grab the second point.

The referee stood on the side and confirmed that no one rushed into the penalty area in advance, and then blew the whistle that Lu Wenbin could make a free throw.

Then, Lu Wenbin started to run.

Ziegler squatted halfway on the goal line, trying to see from Lu Wenbin's approach and eyes that Lu Wenbin wanted to shoot there.

However, he was disappointed.

Lu Wenbin didn't look at the goal or him at all, but stared at the football.

After a few run-ups, Lu Wenbin stood on his left foot and hit the football with his right foot on the instep.

Before Lu Wenbin kicked the football, it was impossible to guess from Lu Wenbin's actions that Ziegler, who was going to shoot over there, could only pounce on the left by chance.

Luckily for Ziegler, he got in the right direction.

However, Lu Wenbin's 18/18 shooting attribute was too accurate to kick out a penalty kick without any interference.

The football slid into the lower left corner of the goal against the turf in front of Ziegler's palm.