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Chapter 131 Yang Crazy
The so-called fastest hat-trick record does not refer to the time from the start of the game to the hat-trick, but the time from scoring the first goal to the third goal.

Speaking of this, the first thing Yang Feng thought of was naturally the perverted Ninth Five-Year Supreme.

Lewandowski scored five goals in 9 minutes, of which the time from the first goal to the third goal was only 3 minutes and 22 seconds.

But that's not the most exaggerated. Later, Mane had an even more outrageous two-minute hat-trick in Liverpool.

Raul didn't expect him to dare to think so much, he was taken aback for a moment and said, "Is it 5 minutes or 6 minutes?"

"That's five minutes."

Thinking of this, Yang Feng pushed away his teammates who rushed forward, ran back to Dortmund's goal, picked up the football amidst the bewildered faces of Dortmund players, and ran towards the midfield.

Duan Xuan was stunned for a moment, and looked at the score specially.

0-2, Dortmund VS Schalke 04, yes, Schalke leads by two goals, what is this for?
It was Sauer who saw through Yang Feng's ambition at a glance, and immediately said: "According to statistics, there are as many as 9 Bundesliga players who performed a hat-trick within 10 minutes, and the fastest was in August 1991, when Duisburg 8-6. In the Bundesliga match against Karlsruhe, Tonis scored three consecutive cities in the 2th, 11th and 12th minutes. The miracle of the Duisburg forward's hat-trick in 16 minutes and 5 seconds became the history of the Bundesliga One of the most insurmountable records in the world, Yang...should have some thoughts on this record, well, let's see, 44 minutes and 2 seconds have passed since he scored the first goal..."

The players and fans of Dortmund also quickly thought of this, and their faces immediately looked bad.

Especially the defenders, their faces were livid with anger.

In the south stand where Dortmund's diehard fans gathered, it was like being thrown into a powder keg, and the fans cursed wildly.

"What does he think we are? Where does he think this is? We are the Bundesliga champions! This is Signal Iduna Park!"

"Break his legs! Don't let this Chinese go away alive!"

"...I suddenly feel panicked, what should I do?"

"Damn it! What are they doing? How did he score the goal so easily?"

"Counterattack! Goal! Counterattack! Goal!"

Other fans naturally have a completely different mentality.

"It's too arrogant! This f*ck is a little Ibrahimovic! Not only the goal, but also the character has been learned [-]%!"

"Yang Feng: You are young! Your whole family is young!"

"I mean age, okay?"

"Ibrahimovic doesn't dare to be so arrogant?"

"Hahaha, although I think it's a bit ridiculous, but it still feels good, what should I do?"

"...If you really break that record, you won't be able to become a god in place?"

"Don't talk about hat-tricks within 5 minutes, you can become a god within 10 minutes. Who can do it against Dortmund twice in a row?"

"Hehe, there is another game without a cap, but two goals and two assists...Counting this time, in the last three Ruhr Derby, Yang Feng scored seven goals and two assists, which is quite good for Dortmund Nemesis, wasp killer!"

"Hahaha, I laughed so hard, I think Yang Feng is deliberately messing with their mentality."

Dortmund captain Kyle yelled: "Look at him! Look at him! Look at him! If he breaks that goddamn record, we should all be slamming our heads against the posts of the Westfalenstadion. !"

Klopp naturally didn't want to be nailed to the pillar of shame, and immediately shouted to the field: "Pishcek! Kyle! Hummels! Follow him! Let him out of your sight!"

"You scored twice in the Derby and got one point. Current points: 14"

"There are 6 more..."

Royce and Lewandowski entered the middle circle and looked at each other with complicated expressions. They couldn't figure out why it was so easy for him to score goals?
The whistle sounded and Royce took the ball.

Yang Feng rushed up immediately.

The football was passed back to Dortmund's half. Of course, the players of Schalke 04 also hoped that Yang Feng could break that record, and immediately rushed up like a wolf.

Not only the front five, but Matip and Atsuto Uchida have also come up. From the perspective of the fans at the scene, it feels like the Schalke players are in the last stoppage time. Like making a suicide charge in seconds, the momentum made them involuntarily clenched their fists secretly.

The Dortmund fans were completely panicked, and the Dortmund players were walking on thin ice, cautiously, as if the football being passed was poisonous, and passed the ball quickly as soon as they received it.

Kyle had to yell again: "Steady! Don't panic! Control the knot...shit!"

Perisic finally made a mistake under the siege of Atsuto Uchida and Hegel. He originally planned to pass a long pass to Royce, but the ball was three meters away from Royce.

The little rocket ignited and took off, but Fuchs had already rushed up and passed the ball to Farfan with a diagonal pass.

Farfan immediately looked for Yang Feng, but the referee's whistle was heard before the ball was passed.

"Oh~~Dortmund was a little nervous. Before Yang could catch the ball, Kyle put Yang to the ground with a hugging motion. Well, it's 3 minutes and 29 seconds, and there is not much time left for Yang... ..."

Kyle thought that Yang Feng would quickly take a free kick and kicked the ball away, but unexpectedly, the referee walked over to him and showed him a yellow card.

"Yellow card?" Kyle said in disbelief, "How could it be a yellow card?"

The referee lowered his head to record on the card and said angrily: "You should understand how bad the action just now is?"

"I didn't use my strength..."

Yang Feng patted his buttocks, "It's useless if you delay any longer, I've set this record."

In fact, he felt that the game was over, and he even thought that the time had passed, but he could get the captain's mentality by moving his lips, why not?
Kyle narrowed his eyes and wanted to rush forward, but Farfan had already pushed Yang Feng away, put the ball away, and said to the referee, "Can I serve?"

The referee glanced at Kyle, "Please step back nine meters away."

As soon as Kyle backed away reluctantly, Yang Feng suddenly ran towards Dortmund's penalty area.

"Stop him!" Kyle chased after him, not forgetting to shake him for help.

Farfan took a look and made a long pass position, but when serving the ball, he passed the ball lightly to the left.

Hewedes stepped forward to take the ball, and directly passed the ball to the right corner flag area with a long pass.

Hummels, who was supposed to go up to intercept, turned around and ran towards Yang Feng, allowing Atsuto Uchida to get the ball easily.

The Dortmund fans just wanted to scold him a few words, but they quickly realized that the team was playing with three defenders, and they faintly felt that it was right to do so...

"Just go in, as long as it doesn't come from the Chinese." Although no one said this, it has actually become the most genuine thought in everyone's heart.

Uchida Atsuto naturally also wanted to assist Yang Feng, but Yang Feng is now closely watched by Hummels and Sven Bender, and there is Kyle chasing aggressively behind him. He can only retreat and pass Raul who was plugging in from the middle.

"Yang Feng has no chance. Atsuto Uchida can try to bring it himself... Oh, it was passed to Raul who is unguarded. Let's see if Raul will... directly pick the pass!"

The moment Raul passed the ball, Yang Feng and Huntelaar rushed forward, one left and one right towards the goal.

Seeing that Yang Feng was about to run past him, Svend gritted his teeth secretly and tugged at the hem of his jersey.

Yang Feng fell forward, Sven Bender and Hummels hurriedly raised their hands high, indicating that it was none of their business, but Yang Feng suddenly pushed forward with both hands, staggered forward twice Step by step, he stood up again, and chased after the football that was falling from in front of him.

Weidenfeller struck just in time, reaching for the falling football with both hands.

The two approached quickly, and it seemed that Yang Feng should touch the ball first, but Weidenfeller was firmly in front of him, and he had no shooting angle at all. It is more likely that the two of them just pretended to be full, or Yang Feng Feng kicked Weidenfeller in the stomach.

In the nick of time, Yang Feng raised his leg and lightly tapped the ball to the left of Weidenfeller's body, then quickly retracted his feet and ran over to his right.

This is thanks to Quaresma's sensitivity, otherwise, with his own physical flexibility, at most he would pick it randomly to see if he could kick the ball over Weidenfeller's head before crashing.

"The ball has been scored?! The ball has been scored! Yang Feng easily scored the ball against the empty goal! It's crazy! It's crazy! 4 minutes and 30 seconds! The first goal is only less than 5 minutes away! Yang Feng really broke the record for the fastest hat-trick in the Bundesliga!"

"GOOOOOOOL!!!!!! Really made it? Unbelievable! Unbelievable! This is Dortmund! This is last season's Bundesliga champion! He actually did it!?"

"A new record! The Chinese is a veritable record-killer. In less than a third of this season, he has broken the record for the fastest goal in the European Super Cup and the record for the longest distance in the Bundesliga! Now, the fastest hat-trick in the Bundesliga The records were also broken by him! What needs to be pointed out is that these records of his were all broken when facing a strong opponent, he has an incredible big heart, the stronger the opponent, the better he will perform!"

On the sidelines, Stevens widened his eyes in disbelief, a funny expression appeared on his face that he wanted to laugh but couldn't, and finally put his hands on his mouth, covering his mouth and continuing to be silly.

Klopp slammed the mineral water bottle in his hand to the ground.

With a bang, water splashed in all directions.

The fourth official looked back, and wanted to warn him, but after looking at his stinky face, he chose to forget it.

Lewandowski put his hands on his hips, looked at the back of the man who was rushing to the sidelines, and felt the "9" on the jersey was so dazzling...

　Unexpectedly, I changed again~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)