Borussia Dortmund's whirlwind of fast play has made Bayern Munich miserable.

Although it wasn't so long ago that Heynckes borrowed from the opponent's tactical style and improved Bayern's defense, Bayern is not Dort after all.

Constant high pressing is physically demanding, and all players must always be in a high state of tension and always press on the opposing ball carrier.

Even though Robben and Ribery have not yet begun to decline in their physical fitness, their long-term experience tells them that they cannot maintain this crazy style of play throughout the game, otherwise it is easy to collapse at the end of the game due to physical exhaustion.

A set of tactics cannot be simply copied, and even if Bayern want to press against Dort with the same high position, their lineup may not be applicable.

What's more, Dortmund has been honed for three seasons, and their tacit understanding is much higher than that of Bayern, especially at the moment when they switch from defense to counterattack, their speed is amazing!

They didn't have a lot of possession, but they were able to pose a threat to Bayern, who looked embarrassed for most of the rest except for the first few minutes.

Even Ronshette is extra careful when dribbling the ball, because Kyle and Gundogan will use their strong bodies to press themselves, and even the leaner Shinji Kagawa will use small movements to frequently retreat and harass, and he has already conceded several balls under Dort's high-intensity defense......

Compared to the dilemma of Lonshette, Bayern's other players are almost the same.

When Schmelzer made Robben eat a mouthful of dirt with a ferocious scissor kick, Peter Pan was never in shape again.

Piszczek's defence was no match for his team-mates, and Ribery, who had always preferred to go down, had to go around him for a while, only to cut inside early before the penalty area and then end the attack with a feeble long-range shot.

Gomez's height was no match for Serbian defender Samutic Subotic, while Muller was equally ineffective in Hummels' tight marking, and Bayern's attacking group was almost completely bogged down in Dortmund's defensive quagmire.

Of course, this kind of defense is definitely not an invincible tactic, because of this kind of high-intensity defense, the pressure on the players is also not small, and the physical and mental consumption is also greater than that of Bayern players!

Their aggressive, even almost frenzied, defense is to freeze the opponent's attack and then destroy Bayern's will with goals!

As long as they can take the lead, Dortmund will have an easy time in the rest of the game and they will be more comfortable on the counter-attack.

With that in mind, Dort's front court is attacking with the same frenzy.

In the 34th minute, Kuba stole Ribery's dribbling in his own half, and then took advantage of the situation to burst into the Bayern penalty area and fired a low shot, but fortunately Neuer blocked it in time.

Three minutes later, Kuba made a comeback, this time his long-range shot was blocked by Gustavo in time for a corner.

Gundogan curled a shot that caught the attention of two centre-backs, Subotic and Hummels, who were ambushed at the near end, but neither of them could get on the ball when it came in.

As soon as Neuer realized that he had been deceived, Lewandowski rose up near the back post!

But he had a surprising header over the top...... But he hit the goalpost by mistake!

Bad Stuber, who couldn't stop Lewandowski from jumping, could only kick the football out angrily and vent all his grievances on this kick!

The kick flew high and flew straight into the empty home half......

Empty?

It wasn't there, at least in this half, there was Dort goalkeeper Weidenfeller, who had just run out of the box and was ready to catch the pointless kick to clear the ball.

The defenders were all battering rams in the opposite penalty area, and this kind of rough work could only be done by him.

It's time to exercise!

Weidenfeller clapped his hands in a good mood, his thick gloves made a slight "pop" sound, and he looked up at the football flying in the sky, predicting the trajectory and landing point of the fall.

Weidenfeller seemed to hear someone shouting, but the singing of more than 80,000 spectators completely drowned out those voices until his eyes fell with the football.

He had just looked at the sky for two seconds, and now a wide grassland appeared in front of his eyes.

At the end of the horizon, there is a fiery red bison running.

No, not a bison, it's the fastest cheetah on land!

Weidenfeller's pupils contracted sharply at this moment!

He could see the red jersey clearly!

Piszczek and Schmelzer had already been thrown five or six meters away by the cheetah, and the distance between them continued to grow as time went on!

Although he couldn't see the other party's face clearly because of his speed, Weidenfeller had already come up with this name in his mind.

Can have such a speed...... Only Bayern's number eight!

Dragon!

Where did he come from?

And when did he appear there?!

Weidenfeller's hands and feet were cold for a while, but in an instant, he made a decision!

Instead of turning around and retreating into the penalty area, he mustered up courage and accelerated towards the football!

His choice is undoubtedly correct, in this case, it is pointless to turn around and retreat, only by narrowing the distance between the two sides, can he possibly contain him!

After all, the football flew towards Weidenfeller, and in terms of distance, he still had a slight advantage!

Advantage?

After only a second, Weidenfeller understood how wrong his idea was!

He was not facing those tricycles that were about to fall apart, but a hot top Bugatti Veyron with the accelerator pedal!

That little distance is not a problem at all for Long Shute, who is already moving at full speed!

He was so aggressive that he got to the bottom of the ball, and Weidenfeller was even three metres away......

"Single Knife?!"

Duan Yixuan's voice suddenly broke at this moment, and his voice almost pierced his ears......

Tao Wei, who was sitting next to him, didn't notice it, just clenched his fists tightly and stared motionlessly at the playing field outside the glass.

Long Shute stretches out his foot to unload the ball.

Weidenfeller sprints in full force!

He's going to fight for his life at the last minute!

Collision! Pull! Wounded! Foul! Red! Banned!

He doesn't care about anything!

Just stop this damn guy!

He had made all the senses, and the expression on his face even changed from panic to determination.

But his consciousness turned into despair in the next second!

Ronshit didn't give him a chance to foul!

Bayern's number eight shoots from 35 yards out!

There was a huge boo at Westfield at this moment!

Yellow-black fans can only hope for their voices!

The voice of 70,000 people...... Maybe you can blow a storm and blow that hateful shot away?

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The boos from the fans were deafening, but there was no storm.

The ball flew smoothly and steadily towards the goal, as if it was being pulled away by an invisible force.

As he continued to run forward, he watched his sling crash into the net, and then he used his inertia to perform a super slip kneeling close to ten meters!

Not far behind him, Weidenfeller fell to his knees in despair.

The Westfield suddenly lost its voice at this moment!

Only a voice full of surprise and unwillingness echoed on the radio:

"Jingle Clang......

In the 39th minute, Bayern Munich scored, the current score, Dortmund 1, Bayern Munich 2, scorer ...... "This voice sounded full of pain and disappointment, "Bayern Munich No. 8, Dragon, Shut!" ”