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Chapter 13 Riding through the barrier alone, scoring twice
For Yang Feng, this upgrade is completely reborn, so the desire to make waves before the end of the game is even more urgent, but in the eyes of others, they just think this kid is too ambitious, even the sky The sports commentator couldn't help but tease him.

"Yang has a lot of fighting spirit. He is like a cheetah that has just learned to hunt alone. He wants to pounce on any animal he sees. I guess the kid is trying to score another hat-trick, but I have to remind him that the game Time is running out..."

The game has come to 82 minutes, and indeed there is not much left, but judging from the situation of this game, no one can guarantee that Schalke 04 will not be able to score two goals for Pilsen in the last ten minutes, especially their He definitely can't accept the result of losing at home, and will definitely attack later, so Yang Feng still has a great chance.

He almost wrote "I want to score" on his face. Of course, the victorious players in Pilsen couldn't ignore him. Captain Hovat urged Prohazka to be optimistic about this No. 9. Be careful of his speed, be careful of his running position, don't let him leave your defensive range blah blah blah, but this kind of exhortation is just like "be careful of the monkey's iron rod" and other nonsense.

Yang Feng's biggest problem before was that the last trembling was not strong and the ball feel was too sloppy. Now that he has made up for it, his confidence has risen a little bit, so after failing to get the ball for two consecutive rounds of attack, he simply retreated. Go to the midfield to meet Farfan's attack.

Farfan hesitated, but passed the ball anyway.

He also knew that Yang Feng's feet felt hot in these two games, and if he didn't touch the ball a few more times, he might go crazy, but everyone knew Yang Feng's dribbling ability, and thought he was just here to support him. Playing a collision with the wall and the like, I didn't expect that the football would not come back once it was passed out.

Yang Feng pulled the ball and turned around, facing Prohazka.

Prokhazka, like Farfan, thought that Yang Feng was just making walls at most, and his energy was mainly on cutting off his passing route. Unexpectedly, Yang Feng just swiped the ball diagonally, and then ran after him. .

Prohazka subconsciously stretched out his foot to block it, but it blocked the loneliness.

Yang Feng didn't have time to pay attention to the two people who were in a mess in the wind, stepped on the accelerator, and went straight into the penalty area.

Only then did Prohazka wake up from a dream, and quickly chased after him, but his speed was not comparable to others, and his physical strength was even more incomparable with a substitute player, and he was wiped out by Yang Feng in the blink of an eye .

Draxler on the other side saw it and ran to the penalty area, ready to respond.

"Is this the A-level foot feel?" Yang Feng flew up excitedly, "Then how terrifying are the S-level, SS-level, and SSS-level?"

It was the first time that the football was so obedient under his feet, as if the distance he went out was under his control every time. If he didn't know how much he weighed, he would have almost been unable to resist playing Marseilles or oxtail.

But fortunately, he still knew what was going on in his heart. Faced with Linbelski who had killed him, Yang Feng still chose a more simple and rude change of direction.

This change of direction was also quite smooth, but Linbelski was prepared, so the wipe was not very clean. Although he also failed to block the ball directly, but the moment Yang Feng passed by with his right foot Still wiped it.

Yang Feng staggered forward, instead of falling to the ground and rolling for two and a half weeks, he quickly poked the ball forward, and then accelerated into the penalty area.

Adjust your body shape and face the goal.

Bilsen Victory was eager to tie the score. There were only four defenders left behind. The left back and one center back had already been overwhelmed by Yang Feng, and the other center back was following Huntelaar. The remaining right back probably didn't expect Yang Feng. Just like this, he killed the door of the house jokingly, and just rushed over from the sidewalk.

"Yang! It's over again! The continuous change of direction is extraordinary!"

"Single sword! This is not a single sword that ran out, but a single sword that was brought out!"

"The goalkeeper is attacking, Yang must calm down!"

Not only the commentator yelled, but even Stevens and the Schalke 04 substitutes on the sidelines couldn't help but howl.

Will Yang Feng break through?Or two people in a row?This is so unreal.

Huntelaar quickly pulled the side, came to the edge of the small penalty area, and stretched out his hand for the ball.

The goalkeeper pointed at him, signaling the defender to keep up with the press, while he ran towards Yang Feng.

Yang Feng took another two steps forward, looked up at the murderous goalkeeper, and lightly tapped the toe of his right foot.

The football suddenly flew high from under his feet, drew a wonderful parabola, passed the goalkeeper, and flew towards the goal.

Pilsen's right back, who was about to attack Yang Feng, quickly turned around, slid towards the goal, and then slid into the goal along with the football.

"GOAL!!! The goal is scored! Yang Feng from China! Changed direction continuously and scored the goal! This is the third goal he made in this game and the second goal he scored directly! What a luxury for Stevens to put a player like this on the bench??!"

"I seem to have mentioned the quarter-final match between England and Argentina in the 98 World Cup in France. If Yang Feng's first one reminded me of Zanetti's famous free kick, then this The goal seems to let us see Irving in that game, almost in the same position, the same age, the same way of passing, oh yes, maybe also the same handsome? Of course, Yang's way of scoring is very light, It was a particularly accurate shot!"

"F*ck, shit, shit! Brother Feng V5! This ball is crazy!"

"Riding through the barrier alone, shooting and breaking the goal, just ask who else is there!"

"I scored twice, won't I really wear a hat again?"

Yang Feng rushed directly to the sidelines. Facing the away fans who were traveling with the team, he clenched his fists and glided heartily on his knees, leaving three deep straight lines behind him.

He held his head high and roared with all his strength. Although he didn't even know what he was shouting, he felt that the blood in his whole body was burning together.

This is called a goal!This is what football is called!
Draxler was the first to arrive.

This guy originally thought that Yang Feng would pass it on to him, and even thought about the shooting posture, but he didn't expect to witness Yang Feng's transformation with his own eyes.

The two embraced tightly, and Huntelaar and Farfan, who rushed behind them, quickly rushed forward.

Stevens clapped his hands vigorously, and then hugged his coaching staff members.

Raul cheered together with the other players on the bench, but for some reason, there was a feeling of loneliness in his heart.

Maybe it's time to leave...

(End of this chapter)