When everyone thought Zhou Yi would be forced into a position with no shooting angle and could only pass the ball to others, Zhou Yi unexpectedly took a difficult turn and shot when no one expected it!

This shot could be described as a forced shot. It wasn't a good time or opportunity to shoot, but Zhou Yi did it anyway. He rarely was so forceful about shooting.

This was tantamount to taking a risk. If he didn't score, he would have to take all the blame.

No one knew how confident Zhou Yi was when he took this shot...

Maybe he was confident, wanting to catch everyone in Chelsea, including Sun Pan, off guard.

Maybe he had no confidence at all, and it really was "If heaven had feelings, heaven would age; seeing Sun Pan, take a shot!"

But speculating about these things was meaningless because the ball rolled into the goal!

"Zhou Yi...! Zhou Yi! Zhou Yi! Oh oh oh oh! Zhou Yi!! He completed a shot with an unconventional shooting action and scored the winning goal!" Marcel Reif shouted excitedly. "There will be no penalty shootout in this game! Borussia Dortmund will win this season's European Super Cup!"

He could be so sure because Zhou Yi scored in the one hundred and twenty-first minute, the extra time was over, and there were only two minutes of injury time left. How much time was left for Chelsea to equalize? A few dozen seconds.

In these few dozen seconds, with their tactical focus completely adjusted to defense, how could Chelsea launch a full-scale attack and break through Borussia Dortmund's goal in such a short time? Borussia Dortmund's goal was also guarded by a very good goalkeeper, not a paper tiger...

"Zhou Yi's goal... ah! Ha! It's really too weird! When Zhou Yi shot, I bet neither Cahill nor Luiz could have imagined that he would shoot! Although Sun Pan made a save attempt as soon as possible, he was still half a beat too slow, which shows how unexpected Zhou Yi's shot was..." Because no matter who wins, it is a victory for Chinese football, He Ping was no longer concerned, and he could let go and cheer for Zhou Yi. "It's really amazing! Zhou Yi doesn't score many goals, but every one of them is crucial! Since last season, he has repeatedly staged winning goals, and he can be called Borussia Dortmund's Mr. Clutch!"

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After shooting, Zhou Yi turned one hundred and eighty degrees in the air, lost all his center of gravity, and fell to the ground.

However, he still saw the ball he shot roll into the goal.

He knew he had won the bet!

So he turned over and wanted to get up, but he bumped into the excited Schieber as soon as he got up.

Schieber hugged him around the waist, and then Reus and Mkhitaryan rushed up and surrounded them both, celebrating the goal together.

More Borussia Dortmund players were on their way.

Everyone celebrated like crazy in front of Chelsea's goal.

The Chelsea players were hit hard and were a little dazed. For a while, no one thought about kicking off quickly to try to equalize the score.

Perhaps even if someone thought of this, they would soon lose heart. Because there was too little time left for them. Even if Borussia Dortmund didn't celebrate and immediately let Chelsea kick off, how could they equalize the score in a few dozen seconds? This was too difficult, so they lost confidence when they thought of this...

Zhou Yi's goal was too demoralizing.

If it was a wonder goal, it wasn't.

If it was a spectacular goal, it wasn't.

It was an ugly goal, but scoring was a million times better than looking good.

Sun Pan lay on the ground, covering his face with his hands. He felt annoyed and frustrated that he couldn't save Zhou Yi's shot.

To be honest, he really didn't expect Zhou Yi to shoot in that situation. Zhou Yi had many options, but shooting was not the best option, so Sun Pan put this possibility last...

He believed that this goal was not due to Zhou Yi's superb shooting skills, but his own negligence, which was especially unforgivable.

The frustrated and annoyed Sun Pan was a microcosm of the Chelsea players. Some people sat on the grass after conceding the goal, their eyes blank.

In front of the coaching bench, Mourinho sat in his seat, motionless. He didn't kick the water bottle angrily, nor did he angrily curse. He didn't do anything. But his calmness made people feel more anger...

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While the Borussia Dortmund players were celebrating their victory, the Borussia Dortmund coaching bench and substitutes' bench were also jubilant. The substitutes even rushed into the stadium to celebrate with their teammates.

Klopp hugged each of his colleagues one by one, and then waved his fists vigorously on the sidelines, as if he was punching a virtual sandbag, venting his emotions.

The reversal at the last moment was too exciting!

Even if he had always thought he was strong, he felt that his heart couldn't take it at this time...

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Online, Zhou Yi's goal also ignited everyone's passion.

"Winning goal! Zhou Yi is awesome!"

"Ah, Pan Pan finally failed to stop Zhou Yi this time..."

"As expected of the European Best Player! He has the ability to decide the outcome of the game alone! Who dares to say that he won this award without being convincing?!"

"Feel sorry for Pan Pan for three seconds, and then cheer for Zhou Yi for three minutes, hahaha!"

"The dust has settled, and Borussia Dortmund will win the European Super Cup! I wonder if Klopp will regret his decision to give up the German Cup last season - if Borussia Dortmund had won the Triple Crown last season, they would have had a chance to challenge the Sextuple this year, which is a great achievement that no one has been able to achieve since Guardiola's Barcelona... It's a pity, I also hope that Zhou Yi can win such an honor..."

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The Borussia Dortmund players were celebrating wildly, and the Chelsea players did not protest or appeal, but the referee was still very dutiful. He ran over to remind the Borussia Dortmund players not to celebrate recklessly. The game was not over yet, and Chelsea still had to kick off.

So the Borussia Dortmund players returned to their own half. At the same time, they felt that the referee was making a fuss. Even if Chelsea were allowed to kick off, could they still equalize the score?

Everyone had a strong idea in their minds - we are sure to win! The Super Cup belongs to us!

Although it was a bit arrogant for the Borussia Dortmund players to think so, it was indeed the case.

After the game restarted, although the Chelsea players wanted to attack, all the previous adjustments were for defense, defense, and defense. They had successively replaced Schürrle, Torres, and Hazard, all of whom were offensive players. Now, Lukaku was the only one left on the field who could attack. Even if Chelsea wanted to attack with all their strength, they were powerless.

Now it was Borussia Dortmund's turn to park the bus in front of their own goal.

A few dozen seconds passed in a flash.

When the referee blew the whistle to end the game, Chelsea failed to equalize the score.

"The game is over! After one hundred and twenty minutes of hard-fought match, Borussia Dortmund finally defeated Chelsea with Zhou Yi's winning goal at the last moment and won the 2013 European Super Cup! They had just won the German Super Cup before, and they have already won four championships this year! The only thing left is the Club World Cup at the end of the year, but I believe this should not be a very difficult thing for them..."

Marcel Reif was very happy. He was not a Borussia Dortmund fan. He was just a German, a commentator who supported German football. He hoped to see German football win honors on the world stage, which was also a positive influence on German football.

The Borussia Dortmund substitutes and coaches rushed into the stadium at the end of the game to participate in the celebration.

Klopp did not forget to walk to the Chelsea coaching bench and shake hands with Mourinho.

Mourinho, who lost the game, seemed to be in a low mood, but he did not refuse Klopp's outstretched hand. After a brief handshake, Klopp walked towards his players, while Mourinho turned and walked towards the tunnel, preparing to disappear into it.

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Klopp walked straight to Zhou Yi, who was celebrating, and then put his arm around his neck and said through gritted teeth: "You kid! Don't do this next time, I almost had a heart attack, you know?!"

Zhou Yi quickly begged for mercy: "Okay, okay, coach, I won't shoot next time I have such a chance..."

Klopp increased the strength in his hand: "You dare!?"

Then he let go and patted Zhou Yi's shoulder hard: "Next time, can't you do it ten or twenty minutes earlier?"

Zhou Yi cried and called out aggrievedly: "How can I decide this? I didn't even think I could score for sure when I shot just now..."

"So this goal was a fluke?"

"Of course! What else do you think, coach?"

Klopp was speechless when facing Zhou Yi's confident answer.

The reporters swarmed up, some pulling Zhou Yi, some pulling Klopp, wanting to interview the two of them separately.

Zhou Yi took the opportunity to escape Klopp's "clutches."

The first question the reporters asked Zhou Yi, which was also their most concerned question, was the "little story" between Zhou Yi and Pan Pan - "Zhou Yi, this is the third time you have met Sun Pan. In three games, you have scored three goals, averaging one goal per game. Compared with other players, you seem to have a good understanding of how to score against Sun Pan... Can you talk about the secret of how you can always break through Sun Pan's goal?"

"What's the secret? It's all a fluke." Zhou Yi replied very honestly.

But his honesty surprised the reporters: "A fluke?"

Their questions could be said to be flattering Zhou Yi. If Zhou Yi understood, he should have taken the opportunity to boast about himself and Sun Pan. How could he be so honest?

Facing the stunned reporters, Zhou Yi nodded: "Of course. It's all a fluke. Whether it's the two goals last season or today's goal, it's all a fluke. Pan Pan is a very good goalkeeper, and you need good luck to score against him. I'm just lucky."

The reporters laughed. Okay, Zhou Yi wanted to be humble to the end, so everyone would cooperate with him...

As a result, Zhou Yi changed the subject: "But if you really want to talk about any secrets, it's not that there aren't any..."

The reporters were strange - there really was a secret?

"It's very simple, it's just a poem..."

Seeing that Zhou Yi was even going to recite a poem, the reporters were even more curious and excited, and they all perked up their ears and listened attentively.

"If heaven had feelings, heaven would age; seeing Pan Pan, take a shot."

The Chinese reporters laughed when the first sentence was recited.

"Through mountains and rivers, feelings remain; seeing Pan Pan, just shoot."

Zhou Yi recited seriously, but the Chinese reporters were already unable to control themselves...

"Alone in a foreign land, I am a stranger; meeting Pan Pan, just shoot. Ten years of life and death are boundless, a wonder goal, a background wall... Pan Pan is speechless, only tears flow..."

The Chinese reporters were already holding their stomachs and laughing, bending over. Only the foreign reporters, who did not understand Chinese, looked at their out-of-control Chinese colleagues with a bewildered look, not understanding what Zhou Yi had just said that could make them laugh like this...