Sudden Change, The German War Machine Rises!

A Sudden Shift in the Tide—The German War Machine Rises! In the VIP stands, British prime minister Cameron's brows relaxed, a smile playing on his lips as he seemed to glimpse the dawn of victory ahead of time.

Prince William leaned forward, applauding nonstop, his eyes filled with the joy and anticipation of being crowned champions.

Taylor's clasped hands loosened slightly, and her long-tense shoulders slowly relaxed, though her eyes remained faintly red.

Emma, Selena, and the others all smiled. Across the internet, the comments flooded the screen with the same messages: "It's decided," "Flying God has become a legend," and "The World Cup is in the bag."

Even He Wei's commentary carried a note of settled finality.

"Seventy minutes gone, and the score is 2–0. For the Germany national football team to score twice in the remaining time would be harder than climbing to the heavens."

But everyone had forgotten that the German War Machine had never possessed the word surrender in its bones.

This team had overturned countless hopeless situations and endured countless hard-fought battles against the wind. Its iron-blooded resilience had long been carved into its marrow.

The edge that had slaughtered Brazil by seven goals was still there. They would never meekly accept defeat and fade away on the stage of the final.

After a brief moment of grimness, Löw's gaze at the sidelines suddenly turned sharp and fierce.

He waved rapidly, making a series of substitution gestures as he went all in.

Off came the defensive midfielder; on came an attacking forward. The entire team pushed up and launched an all-out assault!

Even if the defense line was left completely exposed, even if they conceded another goal on the counterattack, they would fight to the death!

Losing 0–2 was still a loss. Losing 1–2 was