"Will there be any more miracles?"

If it were against other teams, then Florentino could already relax, but if the opponent was Bayern Munich, then that would be a different story.

Fermina saw her grandfather's worried look.

"Grandpa, we are in the lead now."

"I know, but the opponent is a German team."

"German team?"

Florentino touched his granddaughter's head and said, "You won't understand, Germans are very stubborn."

On the court, Bayern showed no intention of giving up and bombarded Real Madrid's defense.

The most nervous one is Pellegrini.

One goal!

In fact, the difference is just one goal!!

"Keep it for me!!!"

Van Gaal put his hand on teenager Muller's shoulder.

Thomas Muller, Chinese fans affectionately call him Erwa.

Muller is a very spiritual player, he can be said to be an upgraded version of Klose.

"When you go up later, go to the penalty area and grab some."

"what should I do?"

Normally, Van Gaal would arrange the tactics well, but this time it was different. He didn't ask for too much. After all, at this time, it was not appropriate for a young player to play under huge pressure.

"Just like in training." Van Gaal forced a smile.

Mueller was also happy, "Boss, you look so ugly when you smile."

"Fuck you, brat."

****

"This should be Bayern Munich's last chance."

Corner kick!

Van Gaal looked at his watch. This was probably Bayern's last chance to attack. The referee might give him a little more time, but it had nothing to do with the overall situation.

Bastian Schweinsteiger came to the corner flag area and prepared to take a corner kick.

Tang Zhenglong also came back to defend.

"Milo, I'm here."

Klose rolled his eyes at Tang Zhenglong.

"do not bother me."

"How is that possible? You are the most important point of attack."

Klose pointed at Mueller, "I can tell you in advance that he will be the point of attack this time."

Tang Zhenglong turned his head and saw that he was a stunned young man.

"Are you Bayern Munich short of money now? A young guy like this is already in the first team."

"Haha, he is not only the main player of Bayern, but also a player of the German team. He should go to South Africa together."

Tang Zhenglong was stunned.

"I didn't expect that German football would decline so much after I left."

"..."

"You are so arrogant!"

Real Madrid went one-on-one and targeted all Bayern's offensive players, except for Muller. Their thoughts were the same as Tang Zhenglong's. What could a stupid young man like Muller do?

Schweinsteiger took a look, and there was only one person in his eyes, the person the coach had placed at the back during training.

The ball drew an arc and flew to the back of the penalty area.

Not Klose.

Not Gomez.

Not Origi either.

That……

Bayern has no one behind?

The Real Madrid players turned around and saw a boy with pimples on his face appearing in front of him.

He He!!!

Tang Zhenglong looked sideways at Klose, who shrugged and said I didn't lie to you.

"Nah! Klose, you are such a gentleman!!"

Tang Zhenglong pounced back, but it was too late. After Muller got the ball, there was no one around to defend him and he could easily shoot.

Muller pushed the ball into the near corner of the goal.

goooooal!!

The Bernabeu fell into a deathly silence.

Van Gaal went crazy.

"Haha, I knew you could do it."

Muller was pushed down by his Bayern teammates, but he seemed to have climbed Mount Blanc. He knew he could go to South Africa.

*******

Three long whistles.

competition is over.

The two sides tied 3-3 in two rounds and needed overtime.

Pellegrini was furious.

"It's just one minute away. What's going on with you? Why did you miss someone?"

"We didn't expect that kid..."

"That kid's hair doesn't look like he's even grown. I didn't expect him to be so stable."

"No wonder it's called Muller."

Pellegrini took a look and realized he had gone astray. Damn it!

"I didn't ask you to praise him!!"

But Pellegrini also knows that since this is the case, there is no use complaining, he can only take the overtime seriously.

"If we concede another goal in overtime, we will be in danger. You should understand this."

"Um!!"

"Whether you can reach the finals or not, your destiny is in your own hands."

Van Gaal didn't say much. Scoring at the last moment was like saving a life. While he was still frightened, Van Gaal had more expectations for the overtime.

He was going to give the team members some spiritual victory methods.

"Remember the group stage match against Juventus?"

"We would have been eliminated if we had tied in that game. In the end we miraculously defeated Juventus away from home."

Speaking of that game, many people are still excited. It was an away game against Juventus. The game was very difficult. Juventus scored first shortly after the start. Then Bayern got a penalty kick and Butt kicked the ball in.

After that, Bayern suddenly broke out as if they were cheating.

Van Gaal laughed and said: "Do you think these two games are very similar?"

"No!!"

Everyone turned their heads and it was Tang Zhenglong who interrupted.

Van Gaal turned from joy to anger.

"Go back to your own place."

"Luis, are you suffering from Alzheimer's disease? Are Juventus and Real Madrid comparable?"

"One is a victim of the Calciopoli tragedy and has not recovered yet, while our Real Madrid has two superstars, Tang Zhenglong and Cristiano Ronaldo."

Superstar?

You say you are a superstar?
To be continued...