Morientes is not unfamiliar with the goalkeeper of Chelsea. The two have fought many times before. Of course, in the first round of the two sides, the two sides have fought.

Cech faces the biggest test since the start of this game. Can he successfully block Van Nistrui's shot?

The Marseille fans at the scene were also nervous. How eager they were to score a goal!

Facing Cech who was attacking, Morientes chose to push the ball directly. He pushed the ball to the left. Cech judged the wrong direction... However, after he fell to the ground, his feet blocked the ball!

The football and Cech's feet collided. Then they flew to the left.

The cheers in the stands at the Villodham Stadium turned into regretful exclamations.

"He rushed out!" the London narrator shouted excitedly.

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Just when the Londoners were still on their faces, they saw a figure killing in front of the ball in horror!

It's a banshee!

He swung his right foot against the ball!

At this time, Cech was still lying on the ground. When he turned his head, he saw Zhang Yang rushing up and swinging his right foot. He hurriedly got up from the ground, rushed back to the goal, and blocked the opponent's shooting angle.

How could Zhang Yang give Cech a chance?

Zhang Yang exerted force on his right leg and suddenly thrust the ball, as if a whip accurately hit the football!

With a "bang", the football was as if it was hit by a bullet, and it suddenly gathered up and flew towards the goal!

Cech tried hard to throw his body out, and his performance was as good as possible. He tried his best to straighten his hands to expand the defense area, trying to block the football.

But he still couldn't stop the football from running. The football flew over him, hitting straight to the lower edge of the crossbar, and bounced straight down and hitting the goal line!

Zhang Yang exerted so much that the camera behind the goal could clearly capture the entire goal shaking at this moment, no, it was trembling!

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"Marseille scored! Zhang Yang scored! Thirteenth! He scored the thirteenth goal in this cup!"

After scoring the goal, Zhang Yang did not run wildly, but stood there, pounding his chest hard, and whistling to the sky! No matter how the teammates hugged him very much, he maintained this posture. No matter how ugly the Chelsea players next to him looked, he just wanted to vent his anger.
Chapter completed!