"OH! WHAT A GOAL! WHAT A FUCKING GOAL!"
"SHIT, BRAT! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON WITH YOU?!"
"DAMN! THIS IS SO FUCKING CRAZY!"
Everyone was so in disbelief right now, not knowing how to react properly to this goal. Hoppe himself rushed toward the cameramen enthusiastically, coming so close to the lens while patting the badge on his chest with pride and a smile beaming from ear to ear.
"THE NAME IS MATTHEW HOPPE FROM AMERICA! COME ON, SCHALKEEE!" He roared wildly, making sure that all the people who watched this knew about him.
The rest of the team followed immediately, jumping on his back and waving at the empty stand in front of them like crazy as if they were in front of their own home crowd.
"FUCKING HELL, HOPPE! THIS IS CRAZY!"
"TWO GOALS IN THREE MINUTES! WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR BRAIN MADE FROM?!"
"ARE WE GETTING A NEW GENIUS OR WHAT?!"
