"Well...it hurts!"

Qi Ce, who was lying on the ground, was about to get up, but he felt a tingling pain. The clearance just now was too reluctant. Forced to get up in a state of extremes, I felt a pain in my knee.

Cech ran over and pressed Qi Ce's leg: "Qi, good job! How are you? Are you hurt?"

Qi Ce gritted his teeth, and his teammates ran over to celebrate, but was stopped by Cech. Terry saw that something was wrong, and squatted down and slowly lifted Qi Ce up: "Don't be too reluctant, can you move?"

"I think it's ok. It seems to be a little twisted. This action is too big, and I don't usually do it."

"It's right not to do it often, otherwise your body won't be able to take it." Terry stood up and asked the team doctor to enter the field as soon as possible.

Chelsea team doctor Eva quickly entered the court, checked Zice's knee, and then took out an ice pack and gently pressed it on the knee: "Qi, now it's a penalty shootout, you have a slight sprain, you feel like you can still play another game. A penalty?"

"I can!" Qi Ce nodded without hesitation: "It's already now, how can I back down!"

A penalty kick should have been kicked. Eva gave Qi Ce an ice pack and a simple bandage. Most of the pain had disappeared, so how could she miss the penalty shootout!

You know, Zice's hit rate on penalty kicks is still close to 100%, and the only one who missed the penalty was shot into the net by himself, but there was no supplementary shot in the penalty shootout.

Zize was receiving treatment on one side, the players from both sides gathered together, and the coach had already begun the final penalty shootout deployment.

Chelsea side, Hiddink is arranging personnel.

"Number one..." He was discussing with Cen Deng who would play the important first goal. At this time, someone stood up.

"I come!"

It's Terry.

Many people know that in the 2008 Champions League final, on a rainy night in Moscow, Terry missed a penalty kick and slipped to the ground. Although that did not directly lead to Chelsea losing the penalty shootout, it is clear that if Terry can make a penalty kick. Go ahead, it's hard to say who will die in the next penalty shootout.

But this time, Terry stood up.

Hiddink raised his head and looked at him, wanting to see if there was any hesitation in his eyes, or if he was acting out of temper.

Two seconds later, Hiddink turned his head and said to Zenden, "First, Terry will take the penalty."

"Thank you, coach." Terry said only a few words without any change in expression.

"Second place, Andre." Hiddink continued to sign up, and Xuerle was arranged to take the second penalty.

"Third place, David." The third player was David Luiz, whose penalty quality has always been excellent, and was arranged to take the third place.

"Fourth, Ashley." The fourth player was Ashley Cole, who scored in the penalty shootout five years ago. His penalty quality is also very good, but Van der Sar met five years ago. His ball, but still failed to save the ball.

"Fifth place, Qi." Qi Ce was placed in the fifth place. This may not be the last round, but it is also very likely to be the winning round!

"Sixth place, Victor." If it continues after five rounds, Meier will take the sixth place to take a penalty kick.

"Seventh, Cesar, eighth, Gary..."

The next picks are Azpilicueta, Cahill, Mikel and Petr Cech. In extreme cases, there is no winner, so the cycle will start over from Terry.

After receiving the simple treatment, Qi Ce walked to the sideline for a little bit of activity, and then joined a large circle formed by the players. Everyone put their hands on the two teammates beside them. Le got into the middle.

Terry stood in the middle, Hiddink stood beside him, but Terry was obviously the protagonist now, and Hiddink put his hands behind his back, listening like an old secretary listening to the political commissar's speech: "Listen, guys. , this is our most important moment!"

"You may all know that Chelsea faced all this five years ago, and you may think I'm going to say how sorry we were five years ago, but I'm sorry, I won't say that, losing games is shit. That's shit, all I want to say, just now."

"What I want to say is, guys, we did it! We faced difficulties, faced adversity, and we brought out what Chelsea is most proud of! This is the result of every one of us trying our best to get it back. Qi, I want to thank you for your hard work at the last moment, keeping hope for us, and it will help us in the next penalty shootout!"

"No, Captain, actually every one of us does that, but it just happens to be me there."

"That's right!" Terry threw his fist hard. "Every one of us does this, but what we're going to do now is actually a lot easier than that, which is to kick the **** ball into the back post! Remember, We've already done something a hundred times harder than this, and winning a penalty is easy for us! But we have to face this one hundred times easier with a hundred times attitude, and then win the **** The broken cup!"

"good!!"

"victory!!"

"champion!!"

The players lowered their bodies and roared a few words together, and then left in a hurry. On the other side, Dortmund was also ready.

The brutal penalty shootout is about to begin!

Rizzoli confirmed to the captains of the two sides that the coin toss decided the order, Terry won the starting right for Chelsea, and then the players on the field went to the center line, while the two goalkeepers Cech and Weidenfeller followed Rizzoli. Go to the restricted area.

Terry came out of the crowd of Chelsea players to the penalty spot, and in front of him Weidenfeller had already stood.

The air at Wembley has frozen.

With the whistle of Rizzoli, the penalty shootout officially begins!

For the first penalty kick, the entire stadium was almost silent and the sound of a needle falling to the ground could be heard.

This time, Terry did not miss!

Weidenfeller made a misjudgment and he jumped to the left but Terry hit the right, he also hit that side five years ago, but due to the rain on the slippery field he slipped, but today is sunny Night, Terry didn't let the scene from five years ago happen again!

After scoring the goal, Terry didn't roar and celebrate, but turned around to applaud his teammates and fans, thanking them for their support, and supporting him to break the demons that lingered for five years.

Dortmund's first penalty taker was also captain, Sebastian Kyle.

As one of the leaders of the youth storm, Kyle, as a veteran, also set an example for the young people, one hit!

1:1.

In the second round, Xuerle played.

Xuerle, who only played half an hour of overtime and one minute of the regular season, is one of the most physically fit players on the field. In addition, German players are born with big hearts. Hiddink arranged for him to play second. Live up to expectations, hit the top right corner accurately.

Dortmund's second round appearance was Grosklots. The aggressive-looking Dortmund big boy actually had a big heart, and a burst shot from the upper left corner pulled the two sides back to the same starting line.

In the third round, Chelsea sent David Luiz.

The Brazilian backed up nearly ten meters from the ball, and then started to run and burst!

Hit the middle!

Weidenfeller was caught off guard, he jumped to the left and the ball went in again, 3:2!

Dortmund played Hummels.

He took a deep breath ~lightnovelpub.net~ and walked towards the penalty spot, looking up to see Cech staring at him.

Hummels was heartbroken, run-up, free throw!

Cech jumped to the left quickly, but missed!

But this goal, did not score!

Hummels pursued the angle too much and went out of bounds!

This is the first of the six people's penalty kicks after three rounds that failed to score, from Dortmund iron defender Hummels!

At Wembley Stadium, the scale of victory seems to be finally tilting towards Chelsea. God may have just noticed that the venue for today's game is in London, and the London team should be given a chance.

In the stands at this time, the blue Chelsea fans finally completely overwhelmed the yellow Dortmund fans and truly became the protagonists. Today in London, the championship should also belong to London!

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