N-A-A Chapter 102 The Night of the Conquest of Westphalia
Chapter 102 The Night of the Conquest of Westphalia
Chapter 102 The Night of the Conquest of Westphalia
"Holy shit!"
"Hao Ren!"
"A hat-trick in the 86th minute!!"
"Hao Ren!"
One second ago, the score displayed in the upper left corner of the screen was 3:3, but after Hao Ren ran out, it became 3:4.
With this goal, Leipzig sealed the victory!
"Beep beep beep!!"
"Foul!"
"foul!"
The referee had one hand on his headset, presumably listening to advice from his assistant backstage.
Seeing this, Hao Ren panicked and, reminded by the fans, immediately turned and ran towards the referee: "Hey! What's wrong!?"
"No, sir, please don't mess with me, I didn't do anything!"
Hao Ren raised his hands above his head: "I didn't push anyone!"
As Hao Ren said, he didn't make any hand movements when he dribbled past two defenders in the penalty area.
He was even hit in the knee by his opponent!
"Sir, you really can't flatter me like that, I'm serious."
"Please step back! Please step back!"
The referee placed one hand in front of him, signaling Hao Ren to step back.
But as soon as Hao Ren left, Dortmund's players swarmed in.
"Get out of the way, all of you!"
"Beep!!"
The referee blew his whistle and pointed to the center circle.
Goal stands!
"Wow!!!"
Poulsen jumped up and threw an uppercut, while Hao Ren next to him immediately spread his arms and sprinted towards the stands with all his might.
"Grab his clothes! Grab his clothes!"
Dem reacted quickly, signaling to the nearest person, Paulsen, to grab Hao Ren's clothes.
When Hao Ren clashed with Aubameyang, he had already received a yellow card, so he absolutely could not take off his clothes at that point.
"Depend on!"
Realizing what was happening, Paulsen rushed toward Hao Ren.
At this moment, Hao Ren had already grabbed the hem of his jersey, preparing to do a stylish jersey-swinging maneuver while running.
But after pulling for a long time, I found that I couldn't pull the clothes at all.
Turning around, I realized it was Poulsen.
What are you doing?!
"Don't take it off!"
"Depend on!"
Hao Ren cursed and chose to give up on taking off his clothes to celebrate.
The Leipzig midfielder and captain jumped onto the Puma GG sign in front of the home team's stand.
However, the GG sign seemed unable to support the weight of the two people, and Hao Ren wobbled on it for a moment before jumping off.
He came to the fans.
"roar-!!!!"
"Good!"
Kimmich rushed over.
Not only the players on the field, but also assistant coach Almas and the substitutes rushed up, along with some other team staff.
More than 20 people surrounded Hao Rentuan.
Forsberry grabbed Hao Ren's hair: "Well done!!!"
The photographers on site walked around and quickly found a great spot, which the director immediately used to film the scene.
In the picture, Hao Ren fully extends his arms and looks up at the tens of thousands of Dortmund fans in yellow and black clothing in the stands.
Behind Hao Ren were the other Leipzig players, who were trying to lift the standing Hao Ren up!
Holy crap?! A hat trick?!
I don't know if you guys are convinced or not, but I'm totally convinced. Klopp's judgment was spot on!
[This isn't about good or bad judgment anymore; is Dortmund really going to get beaten by a second-division team?]
[Forget the 2nd Bundesliga! My Leipzig, under Mr. Goodman's leadership, is the death knell for Dortmund!]
[A hat-trick from the defensive midfielder – is this the legendary blurring of positional boundaries?]
"Huff, huff!"
In the focused image, Hao Ren was panting heavily.
You can tell this guy is really tired.
The play continued with challenges in the penalty area, running celebrations, and finally, a shout towards the stands.
Fortunately, the goal triggered a surge of dopamine and adrenaline, otherwise Hao Ren would probably be lying on the ground by now.
Beside him, Paulsen gritted his teeth and pulled Hao Ren's head into his arms: "Well done!"
"Ha ha!"
Hao Ren shoved Paulson away: "I'm going to break your neck!"
"What are you talking about! You're Mr. Goodman!"
Poulsen hugged Hao Ren again, their chests bumping together: "We are the champions!"
Upon hearing the keyword "champion," a certain string in Hao Ren's heart was tugged, and he immediately turned to look at the big screen.
[Borussia Dortmund vs RB Leipzig]
【3:4】
Oh!
Isn't this Mr. Goodman's divine power?
"90 minutes have passed, let's check the stoppage time—"
"4 minutes!"
"It feels like they've given a bit too much extra time, but it's okay, Dortmund probably won't be able to score."
"Brothers! We're here!"
"Leipzig are the champions!"
Wang Chao stood on a chair, but accidentally fell off, making a "bang" sound in the live broadcast room.
"Wir sind der Stolz des Ostens! (We are the pride of the East!)"
"We are the pride of this place!"
"RB!"
"RBL!"
"Das ist RBL! (This is Leipzig!)"
"..."
With only half a minute left in stoppage time, the game will end as soon as the referee blows the whistle.
Judging from the screen footage, some Dortmund fans in the stands had already started leaving early.
The scene then shifts to Klopp sitting on the bench.
Klopp kept his head down, his eyes hidden by the brim of his hat.
When the Dortmund coach raised his head, fans in front of the screen finally saw his bloodshot eyes.
Jürgen was not willing to accept this!
"Beep, beep beep!!!"
"Wow!!!"
The moment the whistle blew, the Leipzig players on the bench rushed onto the field.
"call!"
Hao Ren exhaled a breath, feeling his entire body go limp in an instant, and after losing all strength, he sat down on the ground with a thud.
"This is so damn tiring!"
[Match results in progress]
[League Points +19]
[Achievement: 19 LP in Gold tier (LP required for promotion: 350)]
A reward of 19 points is quite generous, considering that a full game only yields 20 points.
Based on the number of winning points, Hao Ren has a 99% chance of being the MVP of this game!
Of course, winning points and MVP don't matter anymore.
Today is the final, and the winner of the final is the champion!
Kimmich knelt before Hao Ren, pressing his forehead against Hao Ren's: "Good, good—we're the champions!"
"Haha, cough cough cough, damn it! Cough cough!"
Hao Ren shook his head violently and patted his chest a few times before he could catch his breath.
However, he did not speak afterward, but simply raised his hands high.
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"German Sky"
"This is Sky Sports! As you can see behind me is Borussia Dortmund's Westfalenstadion. Just now, RB Leipzig defeated Borussia Dortmund 4-3 thanks to a hat-trick from Hao Ren. This means they have become the champions of this year's German Cup."
"Yes, to win this championship as a second-division German team!"
In the footage behind the reporter, stadium staff are quickly setting up the podium.
They're very efficient; we can already see Leipzig's giant team logo.
"We've now interviewed the hat-trick winner of this match, Goodman! Oh, to be precise, it should be Mr. Goodman, the hat-trick winner!"
The reporter held the microphone to Hao Ren's mouth, and the latter shrugged: "Actually, it's all the same, haha!"
What's your assessment of your performance in this match?
The reporter inquired.
Without a second thought, Hao Ren reached out and grabbed the microphone from the reporter's hand: "Um—"
Take a deep breath, and then—
"Long live Leipzig!!!"
"Hey, let's move forward!"
Kimmich nudged him from behind, and Hao Ren, snapping out of his daze, quickly stepped forward: "Don't rush!"
"You've won a medal and you're not even in a hurry! Instead, you're just spacing out!"
"Come on!"
Hao Ren flicked his hand, turned his head and saw the German Cup championship trophy on the table, and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
"w©w, I think this design looks much better than a salad plate. I don't understand why the 2. Bundesliga trophy is made into a salad plate; is it still a trophy?"
Hao Ren was full of praise for the yellow German Cup championship trophy.
This is big enough!
"Because we had a small salad plate, you didn't think it was a big deal."
Kimmich nudged Hao Ren with his elbow: "Wait a few seasons, when the great Mr. Goodman gets his hands on the real salad bowl, he'll know just how good the trophy is."
Kimmich acted as if he had handled the salad dish himself, to which Hao Ren simply gave him a disdainful look.
"Alright, hurry up!"
Hao Ren quickly caught up with the main group and won his own championship medal.
Next is—
"Yusuf!"
Rangnick waved to Poulsen, signaling the latter to come over and help him collect the grand prize trophy.
Poulsen had only taken a few steps when he thought of Hao Ren: "Good, come on over! The MVP is here!"
"Oh, me?"
Hao Ren's eyes lit up, and he walked over.
"Alright, the stage is for the young people."
Rangnick smiled and immediately made way for Hao Ren and Poulsen.
Soon, the two Leipzig players stood on either side of each other, lifted the trophy together, and walked to the front of the team.
Hao Ren and Paulsen were exchanging words when the two men holding trophies froze on the spot.
The scene fell silent instantly, and some Leipzig fans who had been singing the team's anthem fell silent.
This is--
Why did my computer crash, Mr. Goodman?
A few seconds later, Hao Ren and Poulsen exerted their strength at the same time, raising the trophy to its highest point.
"Holy shit!"
The staff on site didn't even have time to react before the cannon salute was fired, which was delayed by 2 seconds.
boom!
Boom!
Bang bang bang!
【DFB—POKALSIEGER 2015 (German Cup Champion)】
【RB Leipzig】
On the podium, the Leipzig players were jumping and skipping.
The championship medal and trophy are still useful. Hao Ren, who was exhausted after the game, has now fully recovered.
The camera then cuts to a scene where smoke has appeared in the away team's stands, along with a blinding red light.
Who lit the signal flare?!
"Oh!!!"
Whether it was pre-arranged or not, more than 8000 Leipzig fans in the stands ran down at the same time, with the ones at the front climbing over the railing and jumping into the stadium.
"ah!!!"
"Leipzig are the champions! Champions!"
"Leipzig champions!"
The fans were screaming, holding flares that were burning and making a "buzzing" sound.
Judging from this setup, it probably wasn't planned in advance.
Where did they get their smoke grenades and signal flares?
The sharp-eyed Hao Ren noticed the empty home team stands. "Damn, they picked up the flare from the other side and used it. How clever!"
"Stop being clever, run!"
Kimmich pulled Hao Ren away.
But it's obviously too late now.
When fans storm the stadium after winning the championship, the first to suffer are naturally the team's star player, followed by the MVP of the game.
Interestingly, Leipzig's star player and final MVP are the same person.
That is--
"Goodman!"
"Mr. Goodman!"
"That's Goodman!"
"Wow!!!"
"."
"And I need to keep going and on and on and on—"
"We are the champions, my friends."
"And we will keep fighting until the end!"
"We are the champions!"
"...The Süddeutsche Zeitung's headline: Conquer Westphalia! In the German Cup final, 2nd Bundesliga team RB Leipzig pulled off a stunning upset, defeating Borussia Dortmund 4-3 to win the title, successfully securing all the championships they participated in this season (2nd Bundesliga + German Cup)."
Popular discussion on Dongqiudi: Leipzig's miraculous night! A hat-trick and perfect performance helped Leipzig win their second title, and Hao Rencheng became China's first player to win the German Second Division title.
Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night, with Leipzig becoming the focus of discussion throughout Germany, as well as in China, 1 kilometers away.
It is a certainty that Hao Ren will be playing in one of the top five European leagues next season, becoming the only Chinese player currently playing in one of those leagues.
Chinese fans couldn't help but fall into a fantasy.
Mr. Goodman, who is so good in the German Second Division, what would he be like if he played in one of the top five leagues?
Oh!
He's likely to become even more amazing!
Just hours after the match ended, German and Chinese fans joined forces and successfully raved about Leipzig + Hao Ren.
However, Dortmund, as the opposing team, fared much worse.
With this defeat, Borussia Dortmund was forced to declare themselves trophyless for the season.
This was Klopp's last match before stepping down, and unfortunately, the German coach will leave Westphalia with the shame of being upset by a second-division team!
"I don't know what to say, but a loss is a loss, there's nothing more to say. Leipzig played better than us, so they won the game. I'm willing to take responsibility for the result of this game; it's my fault."
Klopp gritted his teeth, his eyes reddening slightly.
"You know how hard it is to describe—it's like—being punched hard in the face, that's the most apt analogy I can think of."
Click, click, click!
"Looking back now, I know that making the decision to leave was the right one. I really should have gone."
Click, click, click!
"Can you comment on Goodman? Jürgen, being defeated by a player you admired, and with a hat-trick no less, are you angry about that?"
This reporter seemed to be nitpicking, but at this point, Klopp was at a loss.
"Angry? Perhaps a little. The defensive midfielder's hat-trick proves that Ralf's tactics were quite good. You all know I learned some things from Ralf, but—I think I haven't learned them all."
"If I have the opportunity, I will also learn some positional ambiguity techniques, but that's something for after this season ends."
"As for Goodman, I don't want to say anything more. I admire him, but there needs to be a certain affinity between a coach and a player, and it seems that there isn't enough affinity between us."
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