The game kicked off with the crazy shouts of Nuremberg fans!

The first half began, and the home team Nuremberg took the lead. As Wu Feng expected, they did not test, adjust, and also had no stable rhythm.

As soon as he came up, he launched a wave of fierce offensives to Karlsruhe. Minthal and Berens moved closer to both sides, attracting Karlsruhe's midfielders.

Then, taking advantage of the weak middle lane, the opponent began to punch hard. Every time the Nuremberg player touched the ball, every pass, and every pass, it could cause a wave of cheering in the Gend Stadium.

As long as a home team member on the field controls the ball, the fans can accurately shout out his name, with a very fierce momentum.

Although Mark also went to defend, he didn't feel numb when facing his old opponent Mintar. The scene of the German Cup final was as vivid as if it happened yesterday.

Thinking of this, Mark felt ruthless and wanted to pay back the debt. He went up to him, but unexpectedly, Mintar didn't bother him too much.

After a few shaking, the football under Mintar's feet flew away at some point, only Mark was running back and forth with him. When he stopped, he saw the ball under his opponent's feet disappeared.

"Where did it go?" Mark was shocked and hurriedly turned to look for the ball.

The football had reached Berens' feet, and he continued to kill towards Karlsruhe's penalty area. Jonas quickly went up to intercept, at least he had to slow down the opponent's speed of advance so that the rest of his teammates had time to make up for defense.

Berens remembered the coach's words before the game and must play decisively. He did not bother with Jonas. While Jonas was in a passive position, he directly hung the ball towards Karlsruhe's left side of the penalty area.

Wittke also rushed to the left, stopped his teammate Berens' pass, and immediately changed the line and cut into Karlsruhe's side penalty area.

Eichner immediately went over to block it, but Wittke tweaked the outside of his right foot and then quickly flashed out of the empty shot. He didn't wait for his teammates to follow, nor did he wait for Pisot to react, and he directly shot out.

Wu Feng saw Victor entering the penalty area and was about to remind Pisot to be careful of his opponent's shot. But as soon as he saw Eichner coming, Victor's movements changed. He knew it was too late to remind him, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart that the opponent's first shot came so quickly.

"This is the rhythm of a blitzkrieg!"

The football was floating and spinning, and it was full of strength. It passed through Pisot's blockade in one go. Wu Feng did not dare to drag it too much. Such a shot was too variable and it was easy to get out of the hand at close range. He jumped up and hit the ball steadily with both fists.

But Nuremberg played in a continuity, and they invested very strong troops in the frontcourt. After Wu Feng was beaten out, they actually grabbed the first point. However, Karlsruhe was not afraid of the opponent's continuous attack. The players performed their duties in an orderly manner and occupied their own position.

Under Mintar's cover, Banovic pushed the ball straight into the right penalty area. This time Vitke was stuck in the middle by Pisot and could not respond. But don't forget that another striker from Nuremberg, Sayanko, intercepted from behind.

Sayanko glanced at the goal and saw Storka running over on the road ahead to stop him. Sayanko was very smart and paused when raising his foot, which made Stor a little unsure of stopping.

Then he quickly swung his legs and shot. The football immediately rushed towards Karlsruhe's goal like a shell that had been unloaded. Stor was powerless and could only watch the football fly over.

"They are very fast, and they cooperate very well. They are worthy of being an old Bundesliga team. They are completely different from the last game last season." Wu Feng did not forget to flash an idea at the last moment and admire Nuremberg's offense.

However, no matter how you appreciate it, although Sayanko's shot was very powerful, the angle was a bit straight. Wu Feng directly pulled up the onion on the dry ground and steadily shot the football out with one hand.

The football flew to the middle. Although Wittke was a bit domineering, Pisot was always pressing him tightly. This time it was Pisot who grabbed the landing point. He directly threw the ball out of the penalty area on the wing. Jonas immediately made a diagonal pass to the middle.

Mark and Mintar rushed towards the football at the same time. While running, the two of them kept colliding with each other, making muffled sounds, and for a while, they were evenly matched. This time Mark was desperate and he didn't want to lose like this.

Just when the two were in a stalemate, Federico suddenly appeared and dribbled in the middle circle.

"Go back to defense!" Mintar's nerves immediately tense up. After a loud roar, he chased Federico desperately.

But Federico was not too greedy for the ball and pushed straight forward. Polcello could only barely control the football under the pressure of the opponent's full-back Wolf.

The other party didn't let him turn around at all, but he had no intention of turning around, and he swung his right calf and knocked on the right side.

Freis knew that he was not fast in driving the ball, and was afraid that he would delay the counterattack speed, so he directly passed the ball from a long distance. The football spanned the entire penalty area of ​​Nuremberg and flew straight to the left.

Capalani was slightly stunned, then quickly reacted, threw away Bechum, and rushed towards the football landing point.

Capalani didn't stick too much to the ball. He knew that the opponent had chased back. The longer the time, the smaller the chance. He swung his left thigh and directly crossed it, rubbing the bottom of the football. The rotation attached to the football was a bit large.

After plunging into the penalty area, he bypassed several Nuremberg's back defenders and fell to the center.

Nuremberg central defender Grauber felt a "splitting" in his heart, and then he made an extremely stupid move. He almost subconsciously raised his right arm and signaled to the linebacker and the referee that Federico was offside.

But with just such delay, Federico had surpassed him by two of his positions. Goalkeeper Schefel dared not hesitate, and he didn't care whether the referee didn't judge the opponent offside and rushed out of the small penalty area.

Federico turned his head and looked at the sliding track of the ball. Before Schefel rushed out, he shot directly. The football immediately flicked up and easily shook past Schefel's attack.

"Oh no! Karlsruhe's Federico got the chance to play empty goal. Grauber was too stupid. He didn't even intercept Federico!" The live commentator Trausch expressed the voice of all Nuremberg fans at this moment.

Coach Hans also secretly scolded Glaub for being stupid, staring at Federico with a nervous look, hoping that a miracle would happen.

The empty door! Federico was overjoyed.

"clang!"

The football ended up hitting the top of the Nuremberg goal crossbar and flew out of the bottom line.

Now it was Federico's turn to be embarrassed, and he picked up his head with both hands. He couldn't believe that his footwork was so bad.

Capalani's face immediately turned dark and he quickly turned back to defend. He really couldn't find any problem with this pass, only this last shot, but Federico's shooting technique was really a bit...

Now he finally felt why Federico looked crazy in the past, and he had wasted a lot of Federico's passes before.

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Chapter completed!