free people

Chapter 105 This is called a free kick
Royce had just finished his friendship with Le Wanxiu and came to hook up with Yang Feng, but Yang Feng slapped his pig's trotters away, "You won this game, it's endless."

"Isn't it one to one?"

"I didn't score in front of you just now."

"Then you will never have a chance," Royce said with a strange smile, "I am so overwhelmed to defend you?"

Yang Feng resisted the urge to give him the middle finger, "One day I will prevent you from doubting your life."

"Don't make random dreams."

2012-2014 was Royce's peak period. He was able to lead Lahm to a level of doubtful life at the Allianz Arena. The target was probably Di Maria's level, the level of the world's top winger, and he wanted to guard him. It is estimated that the top defenders will be able to do it, but Yang Feng still insisted: "Forwards, there must be some unrealistic self-confidence. What if it will be realized someday?"

"You still know you're a striker..."

The game started again, and Yang Feng finally did what a striker should do. In addition to being active in the midfield, he also frequently inserted into the penalty area to put pressure on the back line.

It's a bit like a free man in the frontcourt.

As the first half drew to a close, everyone's actions not only did not converge, but became bigger and bigger. In the 40th minute, the referee finally took out a second yellow card.

Draxler didn't know where to hit the sauce all the way through the first half, and it finally bubbled up, but unfortunately in a rather disgraceful way, he overplayed his hand in the tackle and directly put Groscroe Izz fell down.

Roars and boos from the South Stand immediately surged, all of which were greetings to him.

The referee came over and a yellow card was raised high.

Draxler sighed.

"Draxler's foul was really undeserved. Not only did he get a yellow card, but he also gave the opponent a free kick in an excellent position."

"Lewandowski and Reus stand in front of the penalty spot together, who will take the penalty?"

The two got together and muttered a few words, and finally Lewandowski walked into the penalty area, leaving Royce alone.

Yang Feng was called back by Hildebrand again to line up the wall.

He is 1.8 meters two, and his height is considered to be upper-middle among Schalke's main players, so he is often caught when defending free kicks, and he is used to it.

Royce observed the goal and adjusted his position. After the referee blew his whistle, he ran up and shot.

The football flew directly towards Yang Feng.

Yang Feng protected his chest with his right hand and his little brother with his left hand. He jumped up with all his strength and headed the ball with his eyes closed, but only his hair hit the lower part of the football. After the top of his head cooled, the football flew over his head.

Although he didn't stop it, he was slightly relieved.

This height is most likely a handjob. Unexpectedly, in the next moment, the entire Iduna Signal Park Stadium felt like a magnitude [-] earthquake, and the deafening cheers seemed to overturn the entire stadium.

"GOALLLLLL! Marco Reus! Great Marco! Incredible free kick! 2-1! Mr. 2000 million with one pass and one shot, shining the audience!"

"Oh, the ball went in, Royce pierced the goal guarded by Hildebrand with a wonderful deciduous ball, his arrival really strengthened Dortmund's strength, Schalke 04 was reversed, hope they Can make persistent efforts, tie the score as soon as possible, and make the game more exciting..."

Royce himself didn't expect the goal to be scored, and after a moment of stupefaction, he ran to the sidelines to accept the worship of the fans.

"What the hell, so dick?" Yang Feng touched the top of his head, as if he wanted to see if his hair had been shaved off.

Farfan said sourly: "See, this is called a free kick."

"...Do you still have the face to say it?"

"Whenever you can practice to this level, I will give you the right to take the penalty."

"Remember your words."

"Of course...fuck, really arrogant."

The latter sentence is about Klopp.

After the team overtook, Uncle Zha rushed over, gave Royce a big hug, then turned around to face his fans, and swung his signature farmer's three punches forcefully.

The audience was boiling, and the show was successful.

Even Yang Feng, a sand mine player, felt that being a Bumblebee fan at this moment must be the happiest thing in the world.

Stevens waved repeatedly from the sidelines and called Raul, Yang Feng and Huntelaar over. The four put their shoulders on each other and bent over to get together.

"See? This is the football you want to play? Be someone's background board? Let people step on us to celebrate?"

Huntelaar complained: "BOSS, you should say this to the midfielder, we have received too little support in front!"

"That's your reason?" Stevens glared at him, then looked at the other two, "What about you? What's your excuse?"

Raul is mainly steady, "I will do my best, BOSS."

Yang Feng used to brag, "Trust me, we will go back with the trophy today."

"I am waiting!"

Dortmund's celebrations were endless. Stevens drove them away, called the defenders over, and gave him a scolding. After a long time of noise, the game finally started again.

Raul kicked the ball out, and Yang Feng wanted to dribble the ball through the midfield. Unfortunately, this time he encountered setbacks at the beginning and was successfully intercepted by Leitner. The two sides fell into a melee in the midfield.

Yang Feng used his dribbling to the extreme, rushing from left to right in the crowd, but Dortmund obviously strengthened his defense, and finally brought the ball to the frontcourt after bumps and bumps. Before he could get the ball out, Hu Mei Pauls was stopped with a foul.

"Schalke 04 got another free kick, can they respond to Reus' free kick?"

"This position is almost exactly the same as the position where Royce scored just now. It would be too dramatic if Schalke 04 could also score directly."

"Young and Farfan stand in front of the football together, or will Yang take the penalty?"

The whistle blew and the two made a run-up together, but in the end only Farfan made it out.

Farfan played super-level and hit a curve ball with a large arc. The football bypassed the wall and turned towards the goal.

Weidenfeller thought it was Yang Feng's shot, and was indeed confused for a while, but adjusted in time, moved quickly, and dragged the ball out of the baseline with a single palm in a thrilling manner.

Corner for Schalke 04.

Farfan kicked his feet on the turf depressedly as if he had missed out on the million dollar prize, and spat hard again.

Yang Feng patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "This kick is great, it's just a lack of luck, don't kick it again in the future."

Farfan: "..."

"Unfortunately, the quality of this free kick was very high, and it was just a little short of scoring. Fortunately, it was not on Schalke's side today."

"Schalke 04 won a corner kick, the game has entered injury time, this may be the last chance for both sides in the first half."

The Dortmund players all ran back to participate in the defense. In Schalke 04, only Hildebrand was left alone in front of the goal. Everyone else also came to Dortmund's half, and the penalty area was crowded. , densely packed and it is hard to tell who is who.

Yang Feng simply walked to the corner flag area with Farfan, ready to take a tactical corner kick.

Hummels immediately came up to defend personally, and Gundogan also rushed over, ready to support Hummels at any time.

Farfan kicked lightly, gave the ball to Yang Feng, and then ran into the field to wait for Yang Feng's return pass. Unfortunately, Yang Feng has been entangled by Hummels, and he himself has been targeted by Gundogan. Hurry up Attack failed.

Yang Feng pulled the ball and turned around, facing Hummels directly.

Hummels stepped forward cautiously, intending to force Yang Feng out of bounds directly, but Yang Feng adjusted the ball slightly in front of him, and suddenly stepped on his bicycle.

Once, twice, three times... Hummels was able to stabilize his center of gravity at the beginning, but after the fifth hit, he was finally shaken.

Yang Feng poked the ball and pierced the crotch.

"Beautiful! The crotch piercing after Crazy Bike! Hummels won the individual duel with Yang today, but this defeat is too insulting, and it is likely to be regarded as the highlight of the game Play it back multiple times!"

"Scheikerl!" Hummels cursed secretly, turned around and pushed Yang Feng hard.

The referee who had been staring at them immediately put his whistle in his mouth, and was about to blow it subconsciously, but Yang Feng staggered, and instead of falling forward, he raised his head to observe, and suddenly dropped the ball In the middle of the restricted area.

A group of people looked up one after another, turning their heads following the trajectory of the football.

Matip jumped high in the middle of the crowd, shaking his head and attacking the goal.

The top of the ball is very powerful and the angle is very tricky. Yang Feng couldn't help but clenched his fists. Many Schalke fans even cheered, but I didn't expect that this ghost goalpost would be against Schalke 04 today. On, once again to help Dortmund escape.

The football bounced off the post and was pushed out of the penalty area by Piszczek.

Weidenfeller, who had saved it, patted the goal post with lingering fear, as if thanking it for its help.

The football that fell to the front of the penalty area was stopped by Fuchs with his chest, ready to volley, Bwaszczykowski flew forward desperately, but the football missed and knocked Fuchs to the ground instead.

The referee finally had a chance to blow the whistle, but Fuchs and Bwaszczykowski rolled around in pain on the ground together, unable to get up for a long time.

The team doctors of both sides rushed to the field, and after a brief inspection of the situation, they shook their heads at the same time, calling for the stretcher to come up and carry the two off.

The referee looked at the time, stoppage time had passed, but decided to let Schalke 04 take the free kick before ending the first half.

"Both sides are missing a player, Schalke 04 got a free kick at the front of the box, hope they can take advantage of it."

Weidenfeller didn't dare to be careless, even Lewandowski and Royce were called by him to line up a wall, and the others stared at each other. The atmosphere was very tense, but there was a burst of laughter in the stands. They are all doing their best to mock Yang Feng who is about to make a free throw.

"Chinese, are you going to help us out again?"

"Stop kicking, my grandma kicks better free kicks than you."

"If I were you, I'd kick Royce on the head, don't forget how he just scored on your head!"

"Liu Wei Wei, I can't kick in! I can't get in! Wei Wei Wei, masturbate! Masturbate!"

Weidenfeller is not as optimistic as the fans.

He has seen Yang Feng's shooting skills before. Although sports shooting and free kicks are two different things, generally a shooter with excellent shooting skills will not be bad for free kicks, so he has been staring at the top of the wall. Guang watched around the human wall and was ready to fight at any time.

Yang Feng put his hands on his hips and posed for a long time. After the whistle sounded, he took a cold look at the famous South Stand, and then quickly ran up and volleyed.

"Yang Feng will take the free kick... shoot directly, huh? Made a mistake?"

Yang Feng kicked the football fiercely, aiming in the direction of Royce, but the football did not fly, but jumped out against the turf.

As soon as Royce jumped up, he saw the football go under his feet, so he didn't know that he was fooled.

Weidenfeller had every precaution, but he couldn't guess that Yang Feng would go down the road. When he saw the football, it was too late to save him. He could only hope that the goalpost master would show up again and block Yang Feng's ground ball. .

It's only three things, and the goal post did help him again, but unfortunately only half of it.

The football hit the inside of the post and bounced into the goal.

"The ball went in, it went in!" Duan Xuan roared out with almost all the strength in his body, "Yang Feng scored with a clever free kick! 2-2! Scored twice! In the final stage of the first half, Yang Feng scored again! Saved the team once!"

"GOAL! The cunning Chinese, he actually kicked a ground ball. Yang is really a player who is good at playing with his brain. Poor Royce, is this a kind of revenge?"

After Yang Feng scored the goal, he immediately ran to the sidelines, but instead of running to the away stand, he ran to the south stand where Dortmund's diehard fans gathered!
The reporters were going crazy with excitement, the flashes kept flashing like lightning, and the cameras were all aimed at the cold-faced Yang Feng.

"Hohohoho, a good show is about to be staged. Yang didn't run to the fans' stand, but went to the crazy South Stand, ready to respond to the provocation of the fans. The security guards at the scene must hate this Chinese man."

Yang Feng came to the sidelines, ran instead of walking, and finally stopped in front of the South Stand, with his right index finger stretched out in front of his mouth.

International gestures.

Shut up for me!

The boos and cheers of the audience immediately went up to a higher level.

"Get out! Yellow-skinned monkey!"

"Get over here, I'm going to kill you!"

"Don't let him out alive! Victory, Dortmund!"

"Well done, Yang! Fuck them to death!"

"Hahaha! So cool! Go on, don't stop! Kill Dortmund! Kill these sons of bitches!"

All kinds of sundries were thrown at Yang Feng one after another, but Yang Feng was a chicken thief, he had already visually measured the distance, and he was standing just outside their range, but there are so many people, there are always one or two strong men , Someone actually threw a bottle of Coke in front of him.

This familiar script...

Yang Feng really couldn't turn a blind eye to it, so he couldn't help but show off his footwork again, stepped forward, and kicked the Coke bottle into the air.

Cola splashed out from the sky and fell down, like fireworks all over the sky, blooming for him alone...

(End of this chapter)