Kulanyi stepped back a little, ensuring that Zhen Shaolong in front of him would not fall to the ground because of his own strength. He didn't look back at all. For a center forward, it would be enough to retreat to defend and stare at the opponent's core shooter. Let's leave the relief to Bordong.

Kulanyi never expected that something went wrong with his "kind intention".

Zhen Shaolong found that it was empty for a moment, and immediately stretched his legs back for a distance.

It's about one decimeter.

A distance of one decimeter is the world.

The football fell from the right side and fell half a height to the point of Zhen Shaolong. Bordon was facing the goal and squeezed Zhen Shaolong with his arm. He was unable to make a clearance move and did not dare to kick the ball towards the goal. He could only watch the ball fly over.

The next moment.

The football "was" on Zhen Shaolong's left foot, and immediately activated the "Kill" effect, and a small turn turned diagonally and flew into the bottom corner of the goal.

“…”

Bordon was stunned.

Goalkeeper Rost stopped.

Other Schalke 04 players looked at the football inside the door with a lot of ideas and different expressions.

Kruze in the distance jumped high, raising his arms and cheering; Zhen Shaolong could no longer control the center of gravity, and fell to the ground diagonally and almost fell into a dog-biting style.

Kulanyi didn't know what was going on yet. He turned his head and looked at Bordon, and found that the opponent's expression was a little wrong. In his doubts, he saw the referee signaling that the goal was valid.

"The ball went in?"

"Who got in?"

Kuranyi didn't turn around and looked at it, not knowing what was going on.

Bordon answered.

He pointed at the ground. Zhen Shaolong, who was about to stand up, looked extremely complicated.

How did the ball get in?

Even after seeing the entire goal process, he still felt incredible and couldn't help but think, "This guy is so lucky. He just touches his toes and looks back and can he kick the ball in?"

"How the hell did he do it?"

"Is it possible to just glance at the direction of the ball and know in advance how to sway your feet, so that the football just hits the foot and then bounces into the goal?"

"This is too magical..."

When Kulanyi saw Bordon's answer, he thought about the scene just now and his mind fell into a state of chaos. His defense was done well enough that the opponent almost lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground.

What else can be done?

Kulanyi suddenly felt very sad. He was considered the most efficient striker in German football, but every time he scored, struggled, luck, and seized the opportunity, all three were indispensable. Scoring the goal seemed to be so simple and easy.
Chapter completed!