Vol 3 Chapter 208: Really good face

At this time, the visiting team coach, Lucescu's heart is more helpless.
Based on the "successful experience" of the last game, he thought that as long as he set up an iron bucket array, as long as he didn't lose the ball, he might have a chance to steal one.
Isn't Bayern's iron bucket successful?
Before coming to Dortmund this time, Lucescu also watched Dortmund's performance in the German Cup, and used this to inspire the players-Dortmund's offense is not so terrifying, see if they did not score ?
Ha ha, they are not Bayern...
Moreover, this is normal Dortmund.
The Ukrainian national television commentators all licked their mouths at the scene, and there was helplessness in their tone: "This disadvantage makes the performance of the first round meaningless. Now only chances are taken by taking risks. As soon as possible, goals may be scored. Can appear."
The narrator's tone was uncertain, even natural. He knows what it means to fall behind two goals in Westfalun, which is almost a dead end, and there is no chance of a comeback. At least in the last two seasons, even the giants like Real Madrid FC Barcelona have not come back to life.
It's just that as the visiting team's commentary, this time always gives fans a glimmer of hope, and he also needs self-comfort.
At least one fight, pull back two goals? In this way, we still have the chance of overtime.
In the second half, the Shakhtar Donetsk did a desperate attack with Dortmund. The defender line overwhelmed the midfielder and made room for Douglas Costa and Ales Teixeira, the two swift horses, after counter-robbing on the spot. The courage is still commendable. Teixeira cut into the penalty area and shot low in the second half. The ball hit the outside of the far post and popped the bottom line. He almost flew into Dortmund's goal.
"Oh! Alex, he can break Dortmund's goal in two consecutive games. It's a little bit worse. Westphalun's goal post is indeed not as good as the Donbass Arena!"
Haha, kidding, but here is the yellow and black "hive", do you still want to ask God to bless here?
With such a chance, Schmelzer's defense was not in place, and the Dortmund line had a rare oversight. If you can't grasp it, and you want to have this opportunity again, it's impossible.
Lewandowski scored the third goal for Dortmund in the 66th minute, the score on the court became 3:0, the total score was 5:2
After scoring this goal, even Miner's field captain Fernandinho was empty-eyed, with his hands on his hips and a spit on the turf, which seemed very weak.
Lucescu has quietly returned to the coach seat. The overall situation of the game has been decided, and he is not enough to change the result. At this time, you can only calm yourself down.
Judging from the two rounds of games, there is no danger. The first round did make Dortmund fans startled with a cold sweat, but after this, they have enough reasons to cheer.
Not only for the team to restore the strength as usual, but also for Shaxin.
This game contributed one shot and one pass. His limelight overshadowed Zhou Tiancheng, and the media rushed towards him for a while.
Zhou Tiancheng is already an old acquaintance in front of everyone. His performance in this game is naturally unspeakable, but this performance can only be regarded as normal in the eyes of all reporters. The topics that Shaxin's performance can cause are obviously more abundant.
In the mixed interview area, he became the focus.
"Go back to Westfalun to score goals, Nuri, this must be wonderful?"
Sha Xin smiled: "After I experienced unrealistic fantasies, I found that this is the best place for me. Indeed, this feeling is very beautiful, because when the fans cheered for my goal, I only Feel the value as a player."
The Dortmund reporters nodded frequently, and it was indeed our Dortmund child. This statement alone is different from other new aid.
"However, when it comes to scoring goals..."
Sha Xin looked back and forth, and Zhou Tiancheng passed him in front of him and was pulled directly by him.
"I have to thank Zhou, he is the key figure. My goal is just the icing on the cake. And if he didn't create space for me, all this is impossible, right, Zhou?"
Zhou Tiancheng was speechless and the media was a little embarrassed, and he had to point the lens and microphone at Zhou Tiancheng.
"Nuri, don't make trouble, today you are the protagonist." Zhou Tiancheng whispered into his ear: "Don't be embarrassed, they just say what you listen to. Anyway, they like to listen to good words and pretend that this will always Right?"
Zhou Tiancheng hurried to hide in a leisurely, crowded mixed interview area. Standing here without being breathless, he was surrounded by various rifles and short guns. This taste... Zhou Tiancheng could hide anyway.
"Hey! Zhou..."
Sha Xin shouted, Zhou Tiancheng did not respond to him at all, and then he was surrounded by the media.
However, Sha Xin's answer to the question is still quite satisfactory. He really doesn't.
The reporters didn't find a refreshing spot with him, but that's okay, there is a ready joke.
...
Lucescu actually didn't want to come to the post-match press conference. He also realized that his words before the game were amplified. But this is not his choice, if he refuses to attend, waiting for him will be UEFA punishment. From fines to suspensions, the importance varies, UEFA has a set of perfect mechanisms to deal specifically with unique coaches like Simoni and Mourinho.
This is the Champions League, so he has no choice.
Lucescu looked at the reporters below with a smile, and the camera aimed at him for a while, like a needle felt. Waiting for the reporters to ask questions, he directly said: "We have failed very much in this game. Without much explanation, we learned about Westfalun, and if there is a chance next season, we will revenge. ."
Lucescu walked towards the exit when he finished, making the UEFA press officer look embarrassed~EbookFREE.me~ quickly arranged for Klopp to prepare, and then went up to catch Lucescu.
But the other party didn't stay for a moment, and Lucescu even heard the laughter in the hall.
"Hahaha, what do you listen to him? Next time...If I were him, I definitely don't want to have another time after such a game. Does he think it's just luck?"
"It's hard to imagine who gave him the courage to speak up? God, please forgive this stupid guy..."
The green muscles around Lucescu's neck even came out faintly, and there was no place to spread his stomach.
But who can blame?
Probably he had to continue to go back to the locker room to vent his anger on the players. Does he dare to slap himself?
Don't let go.
I knew that it was enough to hit my face, and this slap was pulled down, but I was also sure in action!
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