free people

Chapter 106 Cunning as a Fox, Ferocious as a Tiger

"You scored the first free kick in your career and got 3 points. Current points: 4"

"You scored the equalizer in the derby and got 1 point, current points: 5"

"You scored twice in the derby and got 1 point. Current points: 6"

"Oh? This can have..."

Relying on Yang Feng's brace, Schalke 04 tied the score at the end of the first half, and the two sides entered the locker room with a score of 2-2.

Except for Yang Feng who is still reliable, the performance of the Schalke team is sluggish. Brother Hou, Raul, Draxler, etc. have almost no impressive performances, and Farfan can barely keep up with Yang Feng's rhythm. .

At the beginning of the season, most of them were virtues, especially in big competitions. Star players should pray to gods and worship Buddha if they can return to the head coach with all their hands and feet. Once set off, the others instantly became speechless.

Up to this point, it is not just a question of skills and tactics. Stevens mainly does psychological work during the halftime break. "Are you scared?" "This is Derby, you are making yourself a joke." Wait, there are very few ideas. To this group of old fritters, it is almost like a wind in the ears, but it still has some effect and improves the morale of the team.

Relying on an opportunistic free kick to score, Yang Feng successfully entered the team's free kick position. Although he failed to completely seize the power and become the first penalty shooter, he has been able to compete with Farfan. Free kicks are basically two people taking turns.

"The second half has begun. The two sides have changed sides to fight again. The two head coaches have not made any adjustments to the lineup..."

In fact, there are still some adjustments, because Stevens finally no longer restricts Yang Feng's position to any area, but gives him great autonomy, center and front, left and right, wherever he wants.

The chicken soup that Dortmund drank during the half-time break may be relatively thick. After the start again, they broke out with great fighting power. Yang Feng is extremely suspicious that what Klopp gave them in the locker room was not chicken soup, but directly beat the chicken. Blood.

Even Sauer saw the gap and couldn't help but joked: "Klopp is obviously better than Stevens in mobilizing the fighting spirit of the players. Compared with the first half, Dortmund seems to have changed a ball. Team, is Schalke 04 going to go back to the old road of last season?"

Last season, Schalke was too stretched in the first half, so that although the record in the second half was against the sky, tying the record for the highest points in Bundesliga history, but in the end they lost the championship with a goal difference disadvantage. In this state of the start, the first half is probably not much better.

But this is the most fucked up part of football. It is obvious that Dortmund's offensive is in full swing, and it seems that they will score again in the next second, but they are also the ones who were scared out of cold sweat first.

It was Yang Feng who made the trouble.

In the second minute of the game, after receiving a pass from Huntelaar, Raul suddenly threw a straight kick to the left side of the penalty area like a neurotic. When everyone was puzzled, Yang Feng suddenly passed Hummels like a ghost And Piszczek, appearing behind the football.

The two reacted completely differently.

Hummels immediately chased back, and Piszczek raised his right hand high, "Offside! Offside!"

Before he finished speaking, Yang Feng had already kicked a curve ball that made Weidenfeller sick to the point of vomiting.

The speed is fast, the angle is tricky, and the fuck is going to the dead corner.

Faced with this kind of shot, the goalkeeper can only do his best to obey the destiny, and made a symbolic save. Instead of expecting him to save the ball, it is more reliable to expect Yang Feng to hit it by himself.

The post didn't help this time, and the football went in from the top right corner anyway.

Everyone immediately looked at the late referee, and the referee looked at the linesman.

The lineman was under a lot of pressure, but he still bit the bullet and raised the small flag in his hand.

Offside first, the goal is invalid.

Dortmund seemed to have scored a goal on their side, and the fans cheered wildly.

"Goa... oh shit? It's a pity that Yang almost scored a hat-trick, let's watch the replay... well, it seems to be offside..."

"Yang Feng! Anti-offside! Hit the goal! The ball went in... huh? Offside? How is it possible!? This is obviously a good goal, let's watch the replay... Where is this offside? The referee's penalty is open to question!"

When Yang Feng rushed past Hummels, he knew that nine times out of ten he ran a little too early, but he still had to shoot the goal. After knowing that the goal was invalid, he knew that there should be no problem with the judgment, but he still protested to the referee. for a moment.

This is the experience taught by Raul. Anyway, even if you are not right, you have to be strong. First, you should regard yourself as the victim. There will be a little bit of care when making the penalty for the first time.

"Are you sure it's an offside?"

The referee thought the ball was fine from his own point of view just now, but he naturally stood on his side and immediately said forcefully: "Please don't doubt our professionalism."

"Now you are doubting my professionalism!" Yang Feng said as if he had suffered a lot of grievances, "Where did I go offside? Is it my shadow? Or my breath?"

"Your arm!"

"You might as well talk about my hair..."

After muttering another sentence, Yang Feng stopped in moderation, but Dortmund was frightened by his anti-offside this time. He was much more honest, and Schalke 04 finally had a breathing space.

The game entered a stalemate, Royce and Yang Feng faced strict defense, and their performance was somewhat quiet, but they still seized the limited opportunities to show off two waves.

Royce played at home, successfully receiving a ground ball can cause bursts of cheers, while Yang Feng showed exquisite ball protection and dribbling skills in the siege and interception, making the home audience hate and love, on the one hand curse him It's better to break the leg by yourself, but on the other hand, you can't wait to tie him to your side.

In the 604th minute of the game, the murderous intent reappeared on the field. Draxler probably had a premonition that he might be replaced if he was so useless. Kowski's ball at the foot, and then the ball from the left passed Schmelzer, and the sight suddenly became clear in front of him, and it was flat.

Yang Feng immediately went straight into the penalty area and hit the goal with Huntelaar, followed by Raul, Mattipu and Farfan also rushed up and surrounded Dortmund's goal.

Weidenfeller was in a hurry and shouted: "Don't let him pass the ball!"

Seeing that there was nothing he could do, Subotic rushed out of the penalty area and shoveled directly.

Draxler wanted to continue to show off, and imitated Yang Feng's Marseille back to hide and shovel, but unfortunately he was not good enough, the ball was pulled back, but his feet did not dodge, and he was shoveled to the ground by Subotic.

Subotic liked to mention the topaz card, and the fans cheered for him like a hero, but Weidenfeller cursed secretly.

Another free kick...

A group of people were really intimidated by Yang Feng, thinking how awesome he was with free kicks.

The place of the foul was on the left side of the penalty area, which was still very threatening. Dortmund did not dare to be careless and returned to the defense heavily. Many Schalke 04 also entered the penalty area to look for opportunities.

Yang Feng and Farfan stood together in front of the football, murmuring together, Weidenfeller signaled that he was ready, the two were still there endlessly, and they didn't look very harmonious, Farfan's face They were all red, as if they were confused by Yang Feng.

"Yang Feng and Farfan seem to have a dispute. The two seem to be arguing over who will take the penalty."

"Schalke's previous free kicks have always been taken by Farfan, but the success rate is very low, while Yang only took two free kicks, and the second one directly scored. He should really try more..."

Farfan didn't seem to give in at all, and Yang Feng didn't seem to want to give up the chance of free throws. The fans were not happy and condemned one after another.

"Don't you have a b number in your heart for what kind of kick you played? Where did you get the face?"

"One thing to say, Yang Feng is still too impatient, this kind of thing should be slow."

"A hit rate of 50.00%, what will Farfan use to grab it?"

"Be a person first, then do things, Yang Feng is not very authentic this time..."

"The coach didn't arrange it and let them mess around?"

It's not that Stevens didn't make arrangements, it's just that the arrangement was very simple and let the two of them discuss it. He originally thought that with Yang Feng's "sensibility", nothing would go wrong, but he didn't expect this kid to suddenly become self-willed.

It seems that he is too pampered.

There are many people with the same perception as Stevens. Although strength is the first priority in the arena, and seniority is not as serious as other fields, but worldly sophistication is everywhere. As soon as you have some grades, you rush to rub the face of your seniors on the ground , a bit confusing.

Yang Feng seemed to have finally made a compromise, and seemed to have said something to Farfan, backed away slowly, and the referee finally blew the whistle in his mouth.

Stevens shook his head under Klopp's schadenfreude gaze, and the next second the two jumped almost simultaneously.

One is happy and the other is angry.

I saw Yang Feng stepped forward suddenly, and ruthlessly pushed Farfan to the ground.

Everyone was stunned by this scene.

"Damn it! It's been too much, it's too much, it won't be..."

"There is a way to kill!"

"Crazy, is this?"

"Oh! Young man, frizzy!"

"Hahaha, I knew that this Chinese is not a good person!"

"Fight! Fight! Farfan hit him hard!"

"Don't be cowardly, do it!"

Duan Xuan couldn't be dealt with either.

"This... there seems to be some misunderstanding between Yang Feng and Farfan... Ah? Ah!"

The referee had put the whistle in his mouth again, and only Weidenfeller and Raul saw something was wrong.

How about saying that the people who know you best are not only your friends but also your enemies, Weidenfeller immediately reminded loudly, but when he became anxious, he spoke incoherently, "Fake! Be careful...be careful Raul!"

That's too late.

Farfan, who was lying on the ground and glaring at Yang Feng just now, was nimble like a monkey. He jumped up and passed Raul, and the two movements were done in one go.

Raul took two steps back, waited for the ball to fall to his body, and shot skillfully.

Weidenfeller stretched out his hand to pounce, but he couldn't do it, so he could only watch the football hit the net again.

"This... this is also okay?"

"Speechless! Speechless!"

"Shameless! Extremely shameless (the corners of the mouth can't help but go up crazily)"

"Goal!!! Yang...oh, no, it's Farfan! Wonderful match! Not only between Farfan and Raul, but also between Yang and Farfan! Everyone was deceived by them!"

"A free kick! Yang Feng and Farfan fooled the defenders and suddenly assisted Raul to score. The score became 3-2."

"No, no, no one will see that they are acting, right?"

"This ball...does it count?"

"This ball...isn't it counted?"

"Yang Feng, take it easy, Weidenfeller will be ruined by you."

"Farfan's acting skills are still too bad, it's a joke."

Farfan turned his head, looked at Yang Feng, and then at the goal, is this all right?
Raul ran over, gave Farfan a high-five first, and then punched Yang Feng, "I knew it! Can't you say hello in advance?"

"You don't believe in the tacit understanding between us?"

Draxler was upset, "Why is there no me this time?"

Yang Feng took out his ability to put children to sleep, "Didn't you create the free kick? You are the one who contributed!"

"Really... Fuck, do you really believe me if you want to be so simple?"

"Go to hell!"

Noisily, several people began to celebrate wantonly on the stadium of their arch-rivals, leaving Dortmund's players messy in the wind.

Klopp only felt angry all over his body, but he had nowhere to vent it. In the end, he could only grit his teeth secretly and pop out a few words, "Crooked ways!"

"Be careful! This Chinese is too cunning!" Whether as a victim or the captain on the field, Weidenfeller had to stand up, "Don't be fooled by him again! Also, don't let them take It's a free kick!"

easier said than done...

Yang Feng, Farfan, and Draxler are all good breakthrough players. How can it be possible to fend off the enemy outside the country without fouling?

As the game continued, Dortmund seemed to be inspired by Yang Feng and suddenly learned to play football with their brains. However, Piszczek finally used his brains and copied Yang Feng's homework.

When he was dribbling the ball on the side, Atsuto Uchida knocked the ball out of bounds, so he had an idea and remembered what Yang Feng played against Gabi in the Europa League final, and immediately called the caddy to throw the ball to himself, and then quickly smashed Uchida Atsuto on the back.

In the end, it hit, but the ball didn't bounce back to his feet as he imagined...

Uchida Atsuto turned his head, then lowered his head again, good guy, delivery?

Dribble the ball and run across the wing.

Pischek was in a hurry, and hurriedly chased after him.

Atsuto Uchida dribbled the ball all the way to Dortmund's half before passing it straight to Yang Feng, but Yang Feng lifted his foot the moment he was about to touch the ball and missed the ball.

Huntelaar received the ball and turned around, facing the goal. Before he could figure out what posture to use, Subotic had already put him to the ground from the side.

When the whistle sounded, Weidenfeller's head was about to explode.

"Schalke 04 get another free kick in a great position..."

Naturally, Yang Feng and Farfan stood in front of the football again.

Farfan showed a lewd smile, "How do you play this time?"

Yang Feng said: "You do this first, I do this again, and then the ball is scored."

Farfan asked suspiciously, "Really?"

"Let's play, it doesn't cost money anyway."

"Okay, just play."

It took Dortmund 2 minutes to line up the wall alone, and it took a long time to say that it was okay.

Yang Feng and Farfan are standing on both sides of the football. The difference is that Farfan's position is almost close to the football, without any space for running-up, while Yang Feng is two or three meters away from the football.

In this routine, Farfan passed the ball properly and Yang Feng shot.

Of course, it is not ruled out that they are playing tricks. Yang Feng is just an illusion, and it is Farfan who really hits the goal. Ke's free kick and Yang Feng's fart.

Weidenfeller could only repeat meaninglessly: "Be careful of Yang! Keep an eye on him!"

Hummels got impatient with being shouted, "Got it, got it!"

He stared at Yang Feng without blinking, ready to grab at any time.

The scene was strangely quiet, everyone was looking at Yang Feng, waiting to see what kind of tricks he could play.

The whistle blows and the ball goes out.

Sure enough, as expected, Farfan passed the ball and Yang Feng shot.

The two didn't play any tricks, but Farfan made this simple pass extremely fancy.

Yang Feng originally just asked him to pick the ball in front of him, but this guy did a trick, scissors kicking the pass.

The left foot made the appearance of passing the ball, but in fact it stepped heavily next to the football, and then the right foot went around behind the left foot to provoke the ball.

Yang Feng also did not run up, but swayed his feet on the spot, and the moment the football fell in front of him, he volleyed violently.

Hummels tried his best to seal the bet on him, but still couldn't hold back the human instinct, and subconsciously shrank his neck.

The football passed by his ears, and the strong wind brought chills to his ears.

Weidenfeller reacted again, but the ball was too fierce, let alone a free kick, even a normal long-range shot, he couldn't do anything.

The metaphysical attribute of Yang Chen's long-range shot played a role. Not only was the ball's speed exaggerated, but it also frankly rushed to the dead corner.

Yang Feng was as cunning as a fox in the last ball, but this time he swallowed thousands of miles like a tiger.

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