The young man was so excited that he was so excited.

"Oh my God! Look! Who is that! His speed... is so fast!"

"Number 6... Number 68! It's the Chinese guy who just came on the field!"

"Are my eyes blurry? Why do I feel like he is flying? Can anyone really run so fast?"

The fans in the stands have already seen Lin Yi catching up.

In the south stand, Emily and Thomas began to cheer for Lin Yi.

And their shouts immediately reminded the surrounding fans.

Soon, all the home fans began to cheer for Lin Yi loudly.

"Come on! Chinese boy!"

"Chase! Hurry up! Catch up with that damn guy!"

"Go! Go! Kill the bastards from Hertha Berlin!"

At this time on the court, Lin Yi threw his two long legs and rushed to the front court like a super sports car running at full power.

Accelerate! Accelerate! Accelerate again!

Lin Yi quickly increased his speed to the limit.

In just a moment, he had crossed the center line from the front of the penalty area.

In the process, he surpassed the Dortmund players who were running back one by one.

Compared with him, the speed of those players was not much different from that of a snail.

When many people were overtaken by Lin Yi, they only felt a gust of wind blowing past their ears, and when they turned their heads to look, they could only see a back figure that was rapidly moving away from him.

Soon, Lin Yi had penetrated the entire formation composed of players from both sides and reached the front of the team.

At this time, Rafael had already dribbled the ball to a position only more than ten meters away from the penalty area.

In just one or two seconds, he could dribble into the penalty area, and then he could score a goal alone.

Dortmund's goalkeeper Weidenfeller had already left the goal to meet the goal.

But when he ran halfway, he seemed to see something terrible, suddenly stopped, and then turned around and ran back to the goal.

Weidenfeller's move did not arouse Rafael's vigilance.

He just thought that the opponent was aware that he could not grab the ball, so he might as well go back to the goal to defend.

But can he defend himself in this way?

Obviously he thought too much.

Rafael was proud.

He was already imagining that he would penetrate the opponent's goal again, score twice, and enjoy the scene of his teammates chasing him and the fans cheering.

So much so that he completely ignored that Babel on the sidelines was pointing behind him in exasperation and shouting loudly.

Rafael dribbled the ball forward again.

Since the road ahead of him was already flat, and the only threatening Weidenfeller had returned to the goal,

So he kicked the ball with great force, and kicked the ball five or six meters away.

This allowed him to maximize his speed.

When he touched the ball next time, he could directly enter the penalty area.

At that time, no one could really stop him.

But just as he kicked the ball out, he felt a gust of wind whistling past his side.

He even heard the sound of the car body disturbing the airflow when the F1 car drove past.

Then he saw a yellow figure suddenly passed him from his side and came in front of him.

"Fak!"

Rafael cursed, trying to speed up and catch up.

It was a pity that his speed had reached the limit at this time, and there was no room for improvement.

So he could only watch helplessly as the figure in front of him controlled the football he had just kicked out under his feet.

"Oh my god! It's Lin Yi! What did I just see? How can he be so fast?"

In the live broadcast room, He Jian's screams echoed.

But no one would laugh at him.

Because everyone felt the same as him.

Zhang Lu was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

The comments in the live broadcast room were flashing wildly.

"Fuck! Fuck! Awesome! Awesome! Lin Yi's speed is just like a supercar! He is so fucking shocked!"

"Fuck! Is this a football game? Why do I feel like I'm watching an athletics competition?"

"Too funny! The psychological shadow area of ​​the striker of Hertha Berlin must be huge at this time!"

"Lin Yi, come on!"

At this time on the court, Lin Yi controlled the ball in

After he stepped on the ball, without waiting for Rafael behind him to catch up, he lightly passed the ball back to Weidenfeller in front of the goal.

After passing the ball, he braked suddenly, then turned around, exerted force on his feet, and ran towards the front court again.

Behind him, Weidenfeller did not let the ball stay under his feet for too long, and directly passed the ball to Schmelzer who had already rushed back to his own half.

In this way, Dortmund's crisis was completely resolved this time.

But Lin Yi obviously did not want to stop there.

He rushed forward very quickly.

When Schmelzer got the ball, he had crossed the center line.

Schmelzer pulled the ball and turned around, observing the situation in the front court.

Then he heard Lin Yi's voice in the distance.

"Here, pass it in front of me! Quick!"

While Lin Yi shouted, he gestured, indicating that the other party should pass the ball in front of him, behind Hertha Berlin.

Seeing Lin Yi's actions, Schmelzer immediately understood what the other party meant.

Thinking of the opponent's terrifying speed, he no longer hesitated and passed the ball diagonally to the middle of the front court, the direction of Lin Yi's sprint, and behind most of the players of Hertha Berlin.

Seeing Schmelzer's pass, Lin Yi exerted force again and instantly increased his speed to the extreme.

One by one, the players of both sides were surpassed by him again.

The players of Hertha Berlin did not think about stopping him, but they were willing but unable to do so.

Lin Yi's speed was too fast. No matter how hard they tried, they could not keep up with the opponent's pace.

So they could only watch Lin Yi catch up with the football when it was about to leave his control.

At this time, his position was less than ten meters away from the penalty area of ​​Hertha Berlin.

At this time, there was only a Hertha Berlin defender Hubnik standing in front of him.

Facing Lin Yi who rushed over with the ball, Hubnik spread his legs and stared at Lin Yi's movements. Prepared to attack at any time.

Soon, Lin Yi rushed to him with the ball.

Hubnik did not dare to stretch his feet rashly at this time, for fear of being directly passed by the opponent, but began to retreat in the direction of Lin Yi's rush.

And in the process of retreating, he kept trying to influence the opponent through changes in his eye movements.

But Lin Yi didn't care about his little movements at all.

He just pushed the ball forward, and the football rolled over from the left side of his body.

At the same time, Lin Yi's body suddenly jumped forward and rushed from Hubnik's right side.

The ball was separated!

Hubnik was like a wooden stake, and was directly left behind by Lin Yi.

After passing Hubnik, Lin Yi regained control of the football on the penalty area line.

At this time, only Kraft, the goalkeeper of Hertha Berlin, was left in front of him.

Lin Yi had a single knife!

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