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Chapter 159 Yang's Ship-Slaying Knife
When Yang Feng picked the football over Essien's head with his heel, no one could calm down anymore. Even the players on the bench of Real Madrid couldn't help but hugged their heads with a look of ecstasy.

The reactions of the two coaches were completely opposite. Stevens immediately jumped up and rushed to the sidelines, as if he wanted to rush up and kick himself, while Mourinho seemed to be immobilized, saying: Can't help spit out softly, "You don't even know how to foul?"

As if he heard his whisper, Essien quickly stretched out his hand and yanked it, making up his mind that even if two yellows turned one red, he would take this kid down, but Yang Feng was prepared this time, and quickly hid when he stretched out his hand With one click, Essien made a direct grab.

Before Yang Feng came to the football landing point, Casillas just wanted to attack, but seeing his right leg swung back high, he decisively chose to stay where he was.

Ramos rushed out bravely and stood in front of Yang Feng.

Although he was sure that Yang Feng's shot was a fake move, he was still a little timid in his heart. This block was not as resolute as it seemed on the surface, but a little bit slower.

This little bit saved his life.

"Bang" sound.

That was the sound of a soccer ball hit by the right foot.

Ramos could only see an afterimage passing by his face, and at the same time a strong wind passed by his ears.

Only then did he tilt his head belatedly, but there was already overwhelming cheers from the stands.

"GOOOOOAL!!! Yang! Super world wave! Super world wave after heel picks Essien! Iker Casillas has tried his best, but in the face of this inhuman level shot, the goalkeeper can only rely on God to stop it Help, but unfortunately, God is wearing a blue jersey today!"

"Yang Feng, extraordinary, shot, scored!!!! Unconstrained breakthrough, earth-shattering shot! The 9th goal in the Champions League! Iker Casillas made a save, but it didn't have any effect..."

Casillas sat up from the ground, looked helplessly at the football in the goal, then turned to look at his teammates, and suddenly froze when he saw Ramos.

He pointed to his ear to Ramos, "The ear is bleeding!"

The scene was too noisy, and Ramos didn't hear him, but he reached out and touched his left ear, and found that it seemed a little wet.

Stretching out his hand in front of him, a touch of red appeared in his sight.

Master Shui couldn't help bursting with joy.

If you really blocked the ball with your face just now...

The narrator also noticed Ramos’ abnormal state, and exclaimed: “Ramos is bleeding, look at the slow motion, oh, the football brushed his earlobe, but luckily it only brushed his earlobe, otherwise it would have been so Moss is about to be disfigured! Looking at the data, Yang’s shot speed reached a terrifying 135 kilometers per hour! Even Cristiano, who is also good at violent shots, scored a goal at a top speed of only 103 kilometers per hour. Hours! Iker Casillas can stop blaming himself, it is something to be proud of to be able to respond to this level of shooting."

Yang Feng ran to the sidelines, opened his arms, looked up at the sky, and accepted the worship of the Sand Mine fans.

In a VIP box above the South Stand, Struth had a bright smile on his face.

He pointed to Yang Feng, who was magnificent below, "Someone actually said that he can only play in the Bundesliga... How do you say that word? 'Arrogance'? Do you think it's ridiculous?"

A middle-aged man with gray hair beside him also laughed and said, "I never doubted Yang's ability, I just think the extra condition you put forward is a bit ridiculous."

"He is a miracle," Struth emphasized. "Many people think he is Messi, Kaka, Roberto Baggio, the kind of super genius who can shock the world at a young age. This is not wrong. , but they don’t know that he is completely different from Messi and Kaka. He is a type of player like Beckenbauer, Cruyff, Maradona, and Platini, and he is a natural leader. There is a crazy desire to control, but you don't have to worry about him messing around at all... Well, I have to admit that I also think his request is a bit too much, but I believe even more that since he dared to raise it, it must be because of the pair He is a positive thing for the team he will join. In fact, the reason why we did not choose Real Madrid and Manchester United, nor did we choose Bayern Munich and Chelsea is precisely because we saw a possibility in Manchester City. , a possibility to build an invincible team with Yang as the absolute core and soul."

Begiristain, that is, the middle-aged man around him obviously did not accept this rhetoric, "I don't think it is a good thing for a player to intervene in the team's transfer... To put it more bluntly, We don't want to see Manchester City become the second team of the Chinese team."

"No, no, no," Starus shook his head repeatedly, "It's not what you think, Yang will not interfere with the head coach's employment, he just provides the names of some players who he thinks can create a tacit understanding with him, as for how to win? The trust of the head coach is the player's own business, and there are not many such players. In fact, we are very satisfied with Manchester City's current lineup, but Yang feels that if we want to dominate the Champions League, it is obviously not enough."

Begiristain automatically ignored words like "ruling the Champions League", "meaning he provides the list and we buy people... Does this seem to be the job of scouts?"

"If he's going to be a scout, he's going to be the worst scout in the world," Struth shrugged. "He told me that himself."

Begiristan shook his head, looked at Yang Feng who was surrounded by his teammates, and thought about his ridiculous condition, and was a little tangled for a while.

For a long time, most of the Premier League teams have been managed by the head coach. The chairman only needs to spend money.

But it's different now. Many teams will have the post of sports director.

Managing scouting reports, negotiating with agents or players, handling specific transfer transactions, etc., these are the main responsibilities of the sports director.

If the coach is the cook, then the director is the buyer. If the director has taken away the power of the coach, then Yang Feng's idea is to share the power of the director. It's strange that Begiris would agree.

But his UAE big boss is very determined to get Yang Feng.

I can't wait for the firmness of throwing a blank check and letting Yang Feng fill it out.

"I will truthfully report to the board of directors..." Begiristan could only answer this way.

……

Ramos ended up treating his ears briefly. Although it was just a matter of disinfecting and putting a Band-Aid on it, it still made Ramos quite upset.

After the game started again, this guy obviously had his eye on Yang Feng and took the initiative to trouble him.

How could Yang Feng's violent temper get used to him, the collision between the two immediately became quite intense.

Ramos' physical fitness is nothing to say, even if he doesn't have an S, he can at least have the level of A++++++. The two are evenly matched, but Schalke 04 who just tied the score is like a rainbow. The miners are still underwhelming overall. Past the Galacticos, which smothered Real Madrid for the final minutes remaining in the first half.

In stoppage time in the first half, Schalke 04 got the last chance to attack.

After Yang Feng and Raul hit the wall to get rid of the difficult Essien, Ramos came up to him again.

Casillas was worried, and yelled at Khedira, telling him to go up to help Ramos, but as soon as Khedira arrived, Yang Feng had already played with Ramos again.

The rainbow is amazing...

Unlike the flash-like rainbow that passed Essien just now, this rainbow was obviously premeditated, and it was aimed at insulting Ramos.

As for whether fancy technical moves such as crotch piercing and rainbow are disrespectful or even provocative to opponents, it is actually quite subjective. Different players may have completely different understandings. When you meet someone with a big heart, you may just smile and pass. , if you don't make it right, you will be honored, but if you meet a small-minded person, you will have the thought of desperately fighting with you.

Ramos obviously couldn't accept being passed by like this, and immediately rushed up angrily, but after Yang Feng picked the ball past him, he didn't immediately take the ball away and fly away, but waited on purpose, and when Ramos rushed up In an instant, he slammed back hard.

He concentrated all his strength on his shoulders and hit Ramos directly in the chest.

He was hit by Ramos and staggered two steps forward, and Ramos was hit by him and sat down on the ground.

There was immediate laughter from the Shaq fans in the stands.

"Hahaha, little chick, do you want to touch porcelain?"

"Oh, he must have broken his ass, right?"

"What kind of defensive posture is this?"

"Cry out loud, Yang will be gentle next time!"

Ramos stood up again, but Yang Feng had long since disappeared.

Mourinho shouted to the fourth official in dissatisfaction: "This is not a whistle?!"

The fourth official naturally ignored him.

After being interrupted by Ramos, Essien also caught up.

In fact, in terms of the single-handed success rate, he has successfully defended more times than Yang Feng has succeeded in breaking through, but there has never been any fairness at both ends of the offense and defense. The fans will always talk about the successful breakthrough. The heroic appearance and the embarrassment of the one who was broken through.

The success rate of tigers in the jungle is only 10% at most, but no one ever thinks that the 90% who escaped the tiger's mouth are stronger than the tiger.

To use a more accurate term, the 90% failure is called... successful escape.

Unfortunately, Essien's escape failed again this time.

Yang Feng didn't use any complicated moves, just simple deep-fried meatballs, passing directly between Khedira and Essien.

"Yang Feng became more and more courageous as he fought! He even beat Ramos, Essien and Hedi... Hey? Hey? Hey hey! This action is too much! Serious foul! This is an action that should be suspended!"

The fans on the sidelines also booed harshly.

Essien shovels people behind his back.

And it's an extremely bad back shoveler.

Yang Feng threw himself forward and fell to the ground, clutching his calf in pain.

Essien got up cursing and walked straight out of the field.

This is obviously quite rare for a veteran who has experienced many battles. It can only be said that this guy was broken by Yang Feng.

The referee ran over and flashed a red card directly to Essien's back.

"Essien already has a yellow card on him. If he fouls maliciously again, the referee will usually show him another yellow card. Two yellow cards turn into one red and send him off. But there are exceptions. For example, if the foul is too bad, the second card It will also directly give a red card..."

"Away, with one less player, Real Madrid are in a pretty passive situation. Of course, Schalke 04 is not optimistic here, because Yang looks... oh, he sat up."

Yang Feng touched his shoveled calf and rubbed it lightly. Although he felt that the problem should not be serious, he still asked Raul to call the team doctor to play.

Essien's action just now looked really fierce, but in fact he stopped his leg in the end, but in the eyes of others, it was still an action that could break his leg. The team doctor even lifted up the stretcher, but it turned out that he was only sprayed with ethyl chloride. Just stood up.

Mourinho was so angry that he wanted to kill.

"See? He's all right! Dipping! Liar!"

The fourth official glanced sideways at him, then pointed to the big screen.

Essien's tackle just now is being replayed above.

If this is not considered a foul, then simply change football to rugby.

Yang Feng stood on the spot and moved his right leg again, and then signaled to the team doctor that it was all right.

"Thankfully, Yang Feng was not injured. Schalke 04 won a free kick about 20 meters away from the goal..."

The wall of people lined up, Yang Feng looked at it, and deliberately turned to the left before starting the run-up.

Touching the ball with the inside of his right foot, he made a curve ball with an extremely exaggerated trajectory.

As soon as the ball left his feet, Yang Feng sighed regretfully.

Compared with his previous free kicks, the speed of this ball is a little slower, mainly due to the impact of Essien's foot just now.

"A free kick will be exchanged in the second half..."

Before the thoughts fell, the football had already bypassed a player on the far side of the human wall, and flew into the upper left corner of the goal under Casillas' resigned eyes.

Yang Feng was stunned, "Going in?"

"Go in!" Duan Xuan stood up directly, ignoring the gazes of other colleagues around him, and shouted like crazy, "Go in, go in! Yang Feng scored with a free kick, and Yang's machete shined in the Champions League! This is his sixth free kick and his tenth goal in the Champions League! He is only one goal away from the Champions League scoring record of an Asian player!"

Facts have proved that this machete became the most critical blow to sink Real Madrid. After 2-1, the Royal Knights directly became the Royal Circus.

After the game, "Football Weekly" called it... Yang's ship-killing knife!

Draxler leaped towards Yang Feng, Yang Feng quickly avoided, "Don't touch me, my feet are still hurting."

"what?"

The teammates who rushed over to celebrate quickly surrounded them.

"What's the matter? Are you okay?"

"I knew it, how could such a horrible tackle be okay."

"Do you want to end?"

"It's okay," Yang Feng waved his hand, "It's fine to take a break at halftime."

(End of this chapter)