Gong Zheng, who was hit by a stagger, stabilized his body, and the goalkeeper of the Russian national team, Akinfeyev, had already rushed out. Gong Zheng immediately turned sideways, swung his legs in a small arc, and rubbed the ball towards the back corner of the goal.

The football immediately flew out from under Gong Zheng's feet, bent out of an arc, and immediately passed through the fingertips of Akinfeyev who had rushed out, bent out of an arc and headed straight for the far corner.

The fans of the German national team immediately became jubilant when they saw the football, cheering wildly, roaring wildly, and holding their hands up. The fans of the Russian national team were pale and seemed to have smelled the breath of death.

Ding! The football that bypassed Akinfeyev bent towards the far post of the goal, and hit the inside of the far post, bounced into the goal.

Swish! The football hit the net hard, sweeping the white waves.

"gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." The commentator of German national sports roared wildly, "Gong Zheng...scored twice, Gong Zheng scored twice...The German national team led three-to-one, beautiful!"

"The ball is in... It is in, it is in, it is in, it is in..." Liu Jianhong roared with great excitement, very excited, "It is Gong Zheng again, it is Gong Zheng again. This is Gong Zheng's sixth goal in this European Cup qualifier. This efficiency is simply amazing, amazing!!"

"This is also the thirteenth goal since Gong Zheng entered the German national team. Gong Zheng has only played eight games for the German national team and thirteen goals in eight games. The national team's goal efficiency is simply too high. Yaofeng, this is definitely Yaofeng!" CCTV football commentator Zhang Lu also sighed in shock.

"This goal efficiency is even higher than that of Ronaldo, who was called an alien by fans. He is surprising. Another superstar is growing. If Gong Zheng continues like this, he will definitely be a super forward in the world!" Liu Jianhong was extremely excited.

"Gong Zheng! Gong Zheng! Gong Zheng!" The German national team fans roared excitedly in the stands. The German national team fans were already dumbfounded by Gong Zheng's demonic goal rate. This kid is so capable of scoring goals. He is simply a goal machine. He can get in as much as he wants!

The fans of the Russian national team sighed collectively. They just scored a goal and had hope of equalizing the score. Now the opponent scored another one. Isn’t this absolute their hope?

The players of the Russian national team also lowered their heads and were a little discouraged. They just scored a goal when the other party scored again. This is so fucking depressing.

"Observation! There is still time, and we have the ability. Attack! We must conquer it for me!" The head coach of the Russian national team on the sidelines discovered the changes in the poultry and livestock of the Russian national team players. He immediately rushed up and roared at the Russian national team players, saying that we must not give up like this.

The fans of the German national team were singing, roaring, and roaring at the scene. They were already celebrating the victory, and they did not think that the Russian guys could still threaten their goal.

However, after the game restarted, the Russian national team immediately launched a crazy attack, surrounding the German national team's goal, and they still hope to equalize the score at this time.

The game started again. The midfielder of the Russian national team, Shemak, took the football and faced the German national team's spiritual core, Michel Barak. He immediately made a pass. Michel Barak immediately blocked it, but just as Michel Barak was pounced on it, Shemak suddenly pulled the football back with his foot that stretched out the pass, and passed by Michel Barak, quickly breaking through Michel Barak's other change.

"Wow!!" Seeing that Shemak broke through Michel Barack, the German fans at the scene immediately burst into shock and screamed.

Shemak, who broke through Michel Barak, did not change any expression and quickly dribbled the ball forward. Flins, the German national team's midfielder, immediately rushed forward to block Shemak.

The moment Flins rushed up, Shemark immediately rolled the football horizontally, and the football immediately rolled towards Jiriyanov beside him.

German midfielder Flins had to turn around and pounce on Jiriyanov. Seeing Flins pounce, Jiriyanov immediately pushed the ball forward, and the ball immediately rolled past Flins and rolled toward Xiemak, who had just passed the ball.

Two-by-one! After Shemak and Jiriyanov came in a two-by-one, they quickly dribbled the ball forward, and the German national team's central defender Westerman had to quickly push up.

Just as the German national team central defender Westerman saved, Shemak immediately sent a straight pass, and the ball immediately rolled towards Pavlyuchenko in the penalty area.

As soon as Pavlyuchenko caught all the German fans at the football scene, his nerves suddenly became tense and his eyes were fixed on the stadium.

The head coaches of both sides of the field also became nervous all of a sudden, and their four eyes were fixed on Pavlyuchenko, who was wearing the No. 9 jersey of the Russian national team in the penalty area.

In fact, after transferring to Tottenham Hotspur team in the Premier League, Pavlyuchenko's performance was not good, but this guy's strength cannot be underestimated, so the players of the German national team were very nervous.

When the German national team's central defender Mertsak saw Pavlyuchenko get the ball, he immediately put down the Russian Tsar Andre Arshavin behind him and immediately rushed towards the Russian striker Pavlyuchenko who got the ball.

Seeing that Mertesak came up, Pavlyuchenko was not panicked. He gently pushed the ball towards Mertesak, and the ball quickly passed by Mertesak.

Mertsack was shocked, and he, one of Pavlyuchenko, wanted to pass the football to Arshaven behind him. He immediately turned around and pounced on Andre Arshaven.

But just as he turned around, Pavlyuchenko had already followed him first, staggered the position with him, Mertesak, and then directly swung his legs and pulled the ball towards the goal.

Bang! Pavlyuchenko pulled towards the goal hard!

"Ah!!" The German national team fans immediately exclaimed, and some guys even closed their eyes and didn't dare to look at them!

Bang! Adler, who was flying across the board, saved the football from the baseline. The Russian national team won a corner kick.

Andre Arshavin took the corner kick and the football flew straight to Pavlyuchenko in the penalty area. However, the football was pushed out by the German national team's central defender Westman.

The football immediately flew to Michel Barak's feet. Michel Barak immediately turned around and gave the football to Gong Zheng in the frontcourt!

Counterattack! The German national team has the opportunity to counterattack!

Gong Zheng caught the football, turned around quickly, and was about to lie down and fight back quickly. At this moment, Riyanov, the Russian national team's midfielder, rushed up directly, stretched out his leg from behind, and hooked Gong Zheng to the ground.

Bang! Gong Zheng's body slammed into the stadium.

"Wow..." The German fans' exclamations sounded in the Westfaren Stadium in Dortmund. This action was so shameless and rogue. Is this really a football game rather than a gladiator?

"Butcher... Butcher... You scum, can you play football? Get out of the way... The World Cup can't tolerate a team like you are such a trash..." The German national team fans were very excited because Gong Zheng, who was lying on the ground, had not yet stood up at this time, which made them very nervous. They were like hungry wolves, as if they were going to tear Jiriyanov of the Russian national team apart.

The Russian national team's midfielder Riyanov stood beside him with his hands on his hips, and the German national team members rushed over frantically to tell him something. Especially the team's spiritual leader Michel Barak, who rushed up from the backcourt like he had eaten, and roared wildly at Jiryanov of the Russian national team. He even had the attitude of trying to do something. If it weren't for the German national team members, I think the referee on duty would definitely give Michel Barak a yellow card or even a red card.

At this time, as the team's big brother and spiritual leader, Barack must stand up and ask for an explanation for the German national team players.

At this time, the German national team doctor rushed into the stadium on the sidelines. Seeing this situation, the German national team fans at the scene became even more popular and cursed at the Russian national team wildly. The language was the most vicious and the sharpest. They used these greetings to the Russian national team members. Of course, the fans of the Russian national team were not outdone. They cursed wildly on the stadium, and began to curse in the Westfalen Stadium with the fans of the German national team.

Gong Zheng was carried to the sidelines by the German national team doctor, and the team's head coach Löw rushed over immediately. He is very concerned about Gong Zheng now. Gong Zheng is the best player in the team now. If Gong Zheng is injured at this time, it will be a fatal blow to the German national team.

"How is it? Is his injury serious? Will it affect the subsequent game?" Löv said anxiously to the German national team doctor who was inspecting Gong Zheng.

"There is no big problem, it will not affect the subsequent game. He can continue in this game. Maybe he fell a little hard just now, so he should be cured now." The team doctor checked Gong Zheng's body in detail, and did not show any injuries, and then said.

"That's good, that's good!" When Löv heard the team doctor's words, he was obviously relieved, and he lowered his head and murmured. At this time, Gong Zheng, who was lying on the stretcher, stood up. Löv immediately said to Gong Zheng: Gong, how do you feel? Can you continue?"

"Boss, it's okay. My health is great, there's no problem!" Gong Zheng said seriously, twisting his neck and saying. It seems that he really has nothing to do, otherwise his expression wouldn't be as relaxed as it is now.

The German national team fans in the stands were relieved when they saw Gong Zheng standing up. Fortunately, there was nothing wrong, otherwise they would be annoyed. They immediately gave the hot applause to the desperate Gong Zheng. Of course, they did not let Jiriyanov of the Russian national team go so far, and they still cursed wildly.
Chapter completed!