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Chapter 132 What are you doing to provoke him?
Yang Feng came to the sidelines, tore off his jersey, threw it fiercely at the stands, then opened his arms, and fell backwards with a "big" character.

The teammates rushed up immediately, male on male on male on male on male...

"This is the derby in the Ruhr area. This is the duel between the champion and the runner-up last season. This is one of the most exciting games in the Bundesliga. But I didn't expect that the situation on the court showed a one-sided crushing, and it was a one-man match." Crushed a team! Who else in the entire Bundesliga can stop him from scoring goals?"

"This will probably be the most memorable derby in the Ruhr area, and it will also be a nightmare for all Dortmund players. Hummels, Piszczek, Kyle, Sven Bender... Dortmund's defense is not weak , but in front of Yang it was like paper."

"At 4 minutes and 30 seconds, Yang Feng not only broke the record for the fastest hat-trick in the Bundesliga, but also the record for the fastest hat-trick in the five major leagues.

The record holder for the fastest hat-trick in La Liga is Villa, with a time of 4 minutes and 47 seconds;
The record for the fastest hat-trick in Serie A was created by a legendary striker, which took 6 minutes;

The fastest player to wear a hat in the history of the Premier League is Robbie Fowler, who is called God by Liverpool fans. His score is 4 minutes and 33 seconds;
The fastest hat-trick record in Ligue 4 is 55 minutes and [-] seconds, created by Moxilu of Lille.

These records are only 6 years away from us, and 20 years away from us, and they are older than Yang Feng...

Van Basten, Villa, Robbie Fowler, these are the most famous and extraordinary forwards in the history of world football, and now, Yang Feng's name has been written next to them, oh no, it is written on them ! "

"It's so hanging, I was almost overwhelmed by Fowler."

"I've seen a hat-trick, but I've never seen such an exaggerated hat-trick..."

"I'm not that exaggerated when I play games."

"The scariest thing is that each goal is more exciting than the last!"

England, London.

Wenger sat in front of the TV for a long time, speechless.

It's not that he has been obsessed with Yang Feng until now, but that the Champions League match between Arsenal and Schalke 04 is about to start, so he waited in front of the TV for the match to start, but what he did not expect was this kind of result.

4 minutes and 30 seconds, a hat trick?

For the first time he hated his own gaze.

If you don't look so accurately, you may not have such deep regrets.

Coincidentally, Ferguson in another English city was also talking to the TV, "What have I missed..."

These two were not the only ones who were frightened, Real Madrid, Chelsea, Paris Saint-Germain, Bayern Munich... Anyone who could afford Yang Feng was ready to move at this moment.

Yang Feng didn't know that he had been missed by a group of old men, and he was being knocked dizzy by the non-stop system prompts.

"You scored a hat-trick in the derby and scored 3 points, current points: 17"

"You broke the record for the fastest hat-trick in the Bundesliga with 5 points, current points: 22"

"You broke the record for the fastest hat-trick in the five major leagues and scored 6 points. Current points: 28"

14 points directly.

It turns out that it's not that points are hard to earn, but that I'm not perverted enough...

With great difficulty, he squeezed out from the bottom of the crowd, returned to the bench amid the cheers of his teammates, took a new jersey from Sane and put it on, and the referee showed it to him with a wry smile as soon as he returned to the field. A yellow card, said: "I know you are very excited, but sometimes it's better to restrain yourself."

"I try my best."

While walking back to the midfield, he opened the system interface.

Twenty points were swiped away, the turntable appeared, and the pointer turned sharply.

"stop!"

The pointer turned slower and slower, and finally stopped slowly at around eleven o'clock. A flashing blue card flew out of the turntable and hovered in front of him.

Yang Feng's heart seemed to stop when he saw that jersey and that number.

Arsenal, No. 14.

Unfortunately, not Henry.

The successor of the Great Emperor, the former Great Britain star whose [-]-meter off-ball speed is faster than Bell, one of the most famous fast horses in world football.

Little Tiger Walcott...

"The next game against Arsenal will be Walcott. Is this intentional to make Wenger sleep well?"

It's a pity that Qu Bo has been hung on the speed bar now, and there is no way to experience that extreme speed for the first time, so I can only change it during the intermission.

The game starts again.

It's all up to this point. It's impossible to say that Yang Feng doesn't want to play the Nine-Five Supreme. Unfortunately, Dortmund played a lot more steadily this time. Obviously, his teammates can't imagine scoring four or five goals in a few minutes. Nonsense, it didn't press the ball as before, and the pace of the game began to slow down.

In the blink of an eye, 9 minutes have passed, not to mention that the fifth son has been admitted to the university, and there is no sign of the senior one.

Yang Feng felt a little regretful.

Let's wait for tomorrow.

He himself was not greedy enough, but Dortmund was hit hard, and Lewand was even more stimulated to death.

Last season, he was still firmly suppressing Yang Feng on the scorer list, and the rivalry between the two was hyped by the media as one of the main themes in the future of the Bundesliga. As a result, after one season, Yang Feng has completely taken off, but his performance is getting better and better. Difference.

Yang Feng has scored 12 goals in eight league games, what about him?two.

Not even the top scorer in the team, Royce has two more than him...

There must be no problem with my own ability, I can only blame the team for not doing enough.

At this moment, Lewandowski is ready to seduce Bayern again.

Yang Feng was looked at very badly, and he didn't catch the ball again from his teammate until 2 minutes after the serve, but it was a pity that Kyle shoveled the ball unceremoniously as soon as it reached his feet.

Yang Feng flicked the ball to dodge, but failed to dodge this time, and was knocked to the ground by Kyle even with the ball.

Kyle got up and squatted in front of Yang Feng, "Boy, listen, be honest, there is no second time! You can't pass! You can't pass me! I know what you want to do, what you can't do, this stadium I It's up to you!"

Yang Feng sat up, straightened his socks slowly, and said with a sneer, "Then what did I live just now? Air?"

"That doesn't count! There will be no next time!" Kyle said, "I will become your nightmare."

Yang Feng glanced at him speechlessly, "Aren't you naive? Dortmund's captain is at this level? Do you think a person who can perform a hat-trick in the Derby will be frightened by your few words?"

He said and pointed to the scoreboard, "Are you literate?"

0-3，进球时间、进球者：22分35秒、枫.杨；25分3秒、枫.杨；27分5秒、枫.杨。

Under the influence of Schalke 04, many stadiums have now written "feng.yang" as "yang feng" which is more in line with Chinese reading habits, but Dortmund is still very stubborn, and every time it appears on the scoreboard, it is neither fish nor fowl. "feng.yang".

Kyle was speechless, but still insisted: "You scored three goals, but there is no future. From this moment on, you are Dortmund's biggest enemy. One day I am here, you will never be here again." Goal here."

"Didn't you find out? I played 14 games this season and only scored 21 goals, but I scored 6 goals against you Dortmund. Do you know what this is?" Yang Feng said meanly, "It's much easier to score goals against you than against other teams. Even the newly promoted team's defense is better than yours."

Kyle was almost mad at him.

Yang Feng said that the newly promoted team is Dusseldorf, which is currently the team with the fewest goals conceded in the entire Bundesliga, so Yang Feng is really right. Even the newly promoted team's defense is better than theirs, but purely based on statistics, Düsseldorf's defense is not only stronger than Dortmund, but also better than the other [-] teams in the Bundesliga. This is playing against other teams in the Bundesliga. Everyone knows it well, just like the emperor's new clothes. I understand everything, but I can't speak.

Originally, I wanted to mess with Yang Feng's mentality, but I didn't expect my mentality to collapse first. Fortunately, the referee had already run over and gave him a verbal warning for the foul just now.

Kyle refused to accept: "I tackled the football first, it was a good ball."

"So you can still be on the court now, but not necessarily next time," the referee said, "Tackling is fine, but don't make extra moves!"

Kyle still wanted to have a few words with him, but his teammates hurried over to pull him away.

Free kick from Schalke 04.

Fuchs passed the ball directly into Dortmund's penalty area. Hegel and Piszczek jumped up to compete for the top and both fell to the ground.

Hegel covered his face, while Piszczek tightly held his crotch. The two kept rolling around, screaming more and more miserable.

The referee shook his head and signaled Hegel to stand up.

Hegel was determined not to stand up until he heard "NG", but he yelled louder.

The referee became impatient, "Don't force me to change my yellow card into a red card."

"Yellow card?" Hegel stopped the pain in an instant, and scrambled to his feet, "I have a yellow card? He elbowed me in the face! It was his foul!"

The referee shook his head, took out a yellow card from his pocket and shook it in front of him, not even bothering to explain to him.

Hegel was still a little unwilling, so Raul hurriedly greeted him, and drove him away with Yang Feng on the left and right.

The home fans booed immediately.

On the other side, Piszczek waited for a long time before standing up slowly, and kept sucking in air-conditioning, and he knew that the injury was not serious at a glance.

"It is very clear from the replay that Hegel and Piszczek attacked Piszczek's mosaic when they were fighting for the top. Piszczek was very painful, but he still stayed on the court firmly. Hegel also took A yellow card, free kick in Dortmund's box..."

The football was passed to the midfield. The non-existent Leitner pressed Raul and gave the ball to Royce. Royce quickly passed Farfan and was about to enter the penalty area of ​​Schalke 04. Herve Des has already come out to meet him, and cut off the ball cleanly.

Fuchs and Uchida Atsuto on the left and right asked for the ball at the same time, but Hewedes Quan pretended not to hear it, but looked up to Yang Feng.

Yang Feng was facing his own goal, while Kyle shouldered his back.

"Do you want to use your bad Marseilles again? Or leak the ball? Go over my head? What tricks do you have, just use them."

"I have more tricks..."

Yang Feng raised his right hand.

Hewedes didn't hesitate anymore, and kicked the ball towards him with a low pass.

Yang Feng leaned on Kyle and stepped on the ball, and looked up at Raul who came to meet him.

"Look at him!" Kyle took two steps back, continued to support Yang Feng with one hand, and pointed at Raul with the other. At the same time, he kept his head down and looked closely at Yang Feng's feet.

Yang Feng made a passing motion, but the moment his right foot touched the ball, he suddenly hooked the ball to the other side...

"Cruyff turned! Yang used Cruyff to turn! Kyle was passed, and he hasn't given up...abandoned...well, poor Kyle..."

Yang Feng had already gotten rid of Kyle, but Kyle still pursued him unwillingly, but Yang Feng suddenly shot back.

With a sudden brake, the outer instep of the right foot is used to covertly dial the ball.

The football slipped directly between Kyle's feet.

Kyle turned around in an emergency and was about to grab back, but Yang Feng dunked the ball again...

Kyle subconsciously clamped his legs, but suddenly tripped himself to the ground.

After Yang Feng walked away, he still didn't forget to look back at Kyle who was lying on the ground doubting his life, his eyes were full of pity.

Hummels, who was bullied the most by Yang Feng, helplessly raised his forehead, "What are you doing to provoke him..."

After the third play Kyle, Yang Feng's sudden stop stopped on the right side of the penalty area.

Piszczek, who had just been teased by Hegel, rushed up aggressively, and at the moment when Yang Feng changed direction and rushed past him, he suddenly slammed hard, and his feet stuck out and tripped hard, Yang Feng again Fell to the ground.

Dortmund's defensive players are surprisingly consistent in this regard. They would rather bear the name of a butcher than let Yang Feng score again.

Yang Feng rubbed his feet, and it took him a long time to recover.

"Dortmund has started to use lethal tactics. If they can't solve the problem, they just solve the person who caused the problem, isn't that true?" Duan Xuan said dissatisfiedly, "Yang Feng has to be careful, it is best to reduce dribbling, Schalke 04 has three The ball is ahead, there is no need to tease Dortmund's players..."

Schalke 04's free kick, Yang Feng took the penalty.

This time he kicked a good-quality elevator ball, but it was a pity that he pursued the angle too much. The football hit the junction of the crossbar and the goalpost, and flew out of the field with a "bang".

Kyle got into a fight with Yang Feng completely, and Yang Feng also looked for him specifically. The two had their own victories in the heads-up, but Yang Feng insulted people anyway, and he did not want money for wearing crotch and rainbow. Sprinkling on the body, the result was that both of them left the field before the end of the first half. The difference was that one left the field full of anger after two yellows turned to one red, while the other was carried off on a stretcher.

It was already the No. 40 minute of the game when Yang Feng received the treatment and came back on the field. As a result, he encountered the opponent's malicious violation again as soon as he came up.

The referee shot mercilessly, and a red card sent the fouled Gross Kreutz off the field.

Although Yang Feng stood up quickly this time, Stevens didn't dare to keep him on the court anymore, and replaced him at the beginning of the second half.

"It seems that Walcott's debut can only be reserved for Arsenal..."

(End of this chapter)