"It hurts..." Haas moaned. "I think I'm injured, Chu..."

"Damn..." Chu Zhongtian couldn't help but curse. Whatever you are afraid of is coming. "Can you still stick to the game?"

"I, I don't know..."

Chu Zhongtian quickly stood up, pushed away other teammates who were rushing away, and made a gesture to ask the team doctor to come up!

"Daniel Haas is injured. He is Hoffenheim's substitute goalkeeper. Chu Zhongtian made a gesture to ask the team doctor to play. I don't know how he was injured. I hope it won't be too serious..." He Ping said worriedly.

Rangnick on the sidelines also looked at the goal with a serious look. Obviously he knew what it would mean if Haas was injured. There is no substitute goalkeeper on the bench now... In this case, what's the point of even if the game is delayed to the penalty kick?

After the team doctor ran on the court, he checked Haas, while other Hoffenheim players gathered next to him, waiting anxiously for the result. In the stands, there were the booing of Barcelona fans - they believed that Hoffenheim was deliberately delaying the game time.

After more than a minute of examination, the team doctor raised his head and shook his head at Chu Zhongtian.

A huge feeling of despair enveloped Hoffenheim's players.

Daniel Haas couldn't hold on to the game anymore, he had to be replaced.

But the problem is that there is no substitute goalkeeper on Hoffenheim's bench. If Haas comes off the court, who will guard the goal?

"How about I do it..." Salihovic raised his hand and said gasping: "I can't run anyway..."

"Sayard, can you keep the goal?" someone from his teammates asked him.

"Just block the football with your hands..."

No one answered his words again, everyone lowered their heads and didn't know what to do.

So what if Salihovic goes to guard the goal? If he sticks to the penalty shootout, how many penalty shots can he save?

We tried our best to hold on until this time, and it was like a joke in front of Haas's injury. It was just to use our tenacity to highlight the value of Barcelona's champion.

"Damn..." someone whispered.

"I can still hold on..." Haas struggled. But anyone could see a lot of sweat oozing out of his face due to the pain.

"I'll guard the gate." Chu Zhongtian stood up.

Everyone turned their heads to look at him, with doubt in their eyes.

"I used to practice goalkeepers when I was learning to play football, and I could still defend a little. At least I am better than you, Said." He blinked at Salihovic and joked. But no one could laugh.

"Chu, you are our offense and defense core. If you go to guard the goal..." Salihovic expressed concern.

"Yes, yes, Chu. You can't go guarding the gate..."

Chu Zhongtian waved his hand to interrupt his teammates' questions. "At this stage, our only goal is to defend. After I went to guard the goal, everyone retreated to participate in the defense, gave up counterattack, and defended to the penalty kick..."

"But what's the point of even if you keep the penalty kick?" Salihovic frowned.

"Let's talk about it then. At least we don't have to lose the game in 120 minutes. As long as we have the qualifications to continue the game, there is still hope." Chu Zhongtian said, turning to Haas.

"Give me your gloves and jerseys, Daniel. I'll guard the goal."

He repeated the decision.

Haas lowered his head and began to take off his gloves silently. When he handed both the gloves and jerseys to Chu Zhongtian, his face was covered with tears.

Chu Zhongtian hugged him and said in his ear: "Tell the coach, we need to defend if we replace you with Gago."

Haas nodded vigorously, and then slowly walked off the field with the help of the team doctor.

Amid the booing of Barcelona fans, Chu Zhongtian put on Haas's goalkeeper's jersey, walked to the goal, put on gloves, slapped hard, and shouted: "The game is not over yet! Hoffenheim has not lost yet!!"
Chapter completed!