free people

Chapter 187

Yang Feng admitted that he was gambling.

Regardless of the angle or timing, this should not be a shot. Neither Neuer nor Yang Feng himself would think that it was time to shoot at this time under normal circumstances.

But life is like that sometimes, feeling more important than anything else.

When it doesn't feel right, it's awkward to push and shoot the empty goal, but when it feels right...it's just a shiver.

Neuer was directly stunned by the trembling.

From stopping the ball with his chest to volleying, Yang Feng did all his moves in one go.

The football seemed to be teleporting, and the camera didn't even keep up with it. The audience in front of the screen waited a second longer before seeing the football in the goal in the camera. A section of malicious editing is too general.

But... as we all know, videos cannot be photoshopped, well, live broadcasts cannot be photoshopped, so the goal is real.

Live perspective is another matter entirely.

All of Yang Feng's movements are as standard as a textbook, with his arms slightly bent and close to his body, his upper body slightly leaned back, and his chest lightly pads the ball upwards.

The moment the football fell, his right foot suddenly kicked up, and his whole body was lifted up by the power of his right foot. He twisted an angle violently in the air, from facing the goal to facing the goal directly. The football is like a rainbow piercing through the sun. , flew directly into the upper right corner of the goal along a straight oblique trajectory.

"Aguero outflanked the goal. The defender looked very closely. There was no chance. Silva passed back to Yang Feng to regroup... Yang Feng hit the goal? Wow... the ball went in! It went in! This goal... ..." The young poetry-reciter stuttered for a moment, and couldn't find any suitable poems for the moment, so he could only randomly pick out a sentence from his emergency library, "Lu Feikuai, the horse, the bow is like a thunderbolt. !"

"Hey, this kick is really... ouch, Yang Feng's body is completely invisible, you don't look like a heavy gunner at all, right, but this kick is not worse than those heavy gunners at all."

"GOAL!!! Yang's super world wave! This shot was too sudden, too fast and too accurate! Not only did the defender have no reaction, even Neuer was unprepared!"

Yang Feng rushed to the sidelines the moment the ball hit the net, and took off his jersey while running. When he was about to run out of the court, he threw the jersey in his hand to the stands viciously, then opened his arms and looked back. Lying on the grass.

Xiwa and Akun ran over quickly and jumped on them.

"Oh, Yang also took off his jersey. Is this a response to Ribery?"

Guardiola on the sidelines put his hands on his hips, originally wanted to call Lahm over to give some advice, but suddenly changed his mind at the end, touched his nose with his outstretched hand, turned and walked back to the coach's bench.

This kind of goal is a typical non-combat crime. No matter how foolproof the defender is, it is useless. He can only pray that the opponent messes up by himself or that the goalkeeper on his side suddenly convulses and pounces down.

This goal has been played back on the screen for the third time. The difference is that this time there are subtitles slowly typed out.

28m, 165km/h.
"165 kilometers per hour! The speed of Yang Feng's ball has surpassed the free kick that Carlos scored against the Chinese team in the 02 World Cup, reaching an astonishing 165 kilometers per hour! Maybe Neuer should be glad that he didn't block the ball... ..."

"Damn it, 160 is so scary, those [-] kilometers per hour are so abnormal?"

"Oh! How many shots at a speed of [-] kilometers per hour have appeared in the entire history of football?"

"After talking for a long time, did no one explain how much Carlos is?"

"149, at that time it scared me silly."

"Anyway, more than 120 can blow up the sky."

"It's so rough, there is another special topic in this issue!"

Cross managed to pull Yang Feng out of the crowd, and he heard him ask, "What bet did you make with Neuer?"

"It's just a joke, don't think about it, he can't make it happen."

"So what did you bet on..."

"If you score a goal, he will help you shine your shoes."

"What if I don't get in?"

"You go and kiss his glove."

"Me?" Yang Feng pointed to himself, and said in disbelief, "You bet, let me cash in the bet?"

"Of course it's you," Cross said naturally, "could it be me?"

"……you win."

The referee came over, smiled and showed Yang Feng a yellow card, and reminded: "Be careful, if you don't want to be the first player in the history of the Champions League to be sent off for taking off his clothes to celebrate accumulative yellow cards."

"Oh? So you think I'll still score goals, don't you?"

The referee immediately straightened his face, "I didn't say that."

"Admit it, that's what you mean."

"..." The referee turned his head and ignored him.

"You equalized the score for the team in an important game and got a point. Current points: 25"

After winning the best player in Europe, he already has 20 points, scored 3 points for a hat-trick against Manchester United, and scored 1 point for the Premier League player of the month. With this, he is still 5 points away from his first purple card.

"almost……"

The game started again, and the two sides returned to the same starting line.

After scoring a goal, Manchester City seemed to wake up suddenly. The rhythm of the field was no longer dominated by Bayern. The ball possession rate and the number of attacks and defenses of the two sides gradually balanced, and the game became more intense.

Although there are two quotas, there is absolutely no need to fight to the death, but the proud players on both sides don't want to lose to their opponents, and they don't even want to accept a draw. Yang Feng and Ribery are even more unwilling to fight A woolly handshake made peace.

The game soon came to the 30th minute. Ribery was still tirelessly attacking Manchester City's wing. Fernandio had to lean to his side to strengthen the defense on this side, but Bayern's other side was dominated by Robben. Yes, going all out may not be able to stop others, let alone in the case of distraction.

However, the old man Luo didn’t know whether he had diarrhea or something else today. He has been very low-key since the start of the game, and his limelight was completely overshadowed by Ribery on the other side. It was not until now that Manchester City’s defensive players relaxed their vigilance against him that he showed his fangs. tooth.

"Yang Feng dribbled the ball in the middle and singled out Lahm... Ouch, it was cut off, Bayern's chance to counterattack!"

Yang Feng quickly counterattacked to regain the field, but Lahm would not give him a chance. After successfully stealing the ball, he immediately sent the ball to Shaqiri.

Shaqiri originally wanted to make a rush by himself, but Robben suddenly started and ran out of the gap in the blink of an eye. He didn't dare to pretend to be invisible, so he could only pass the ball honestly with a straight kick.

"Huh? Manchester City missed out?" He Shi was taken aback, "How did Robben get the ball so easily?"

This was Fernandio's fault, but it was too late for him to make amends, and he could only hope that Yaya Toure could save his life. As a result, Yaya Toure was killed by Robben in one face-to-face.

The old man Luo flicked and buttoned quickly, cutting inside!

Kompany and Clichy hurried forward to block, but unexpectedly, Robben made a false shot and made a real pass. With a light push from the inside of his foot, the ball was directly stuffed past them.

"Robben shoots... pass! Müller! Oh, thanks to Demi... huh?"

Robben went straight to Muller, and Demichelis stretched out his foot to intercept, but the pace was too fast and he split a fork.

Muller had already given up, but he didn't expect the ball to come over inexplicably.

Oblak didn't even have time to scold Farke, and immediately attacked, but Muller calmly stretched out his foot and pushed.

The football went straight to the dead end, 1-2.
"GOAL!!! Robben and Muller's tacit connection, the defending champion once again exceeded the score! Three goals in half an hour, an average of one every 10 minutes! This is because the defensive players are in poor condition, or the offensive players Is it too efficient?"

He Shi said: "Oh, this ball shouldn't be at all, hey, wait, it seems that Demichelis needs to bear some responsibility for this ball, so... Will Demichelis' law take effect in Manchester City?"

"It's hard to say, after all, it only took effect in Bayern and Argentina before..." Zhang Lu said, "But maybe, this kind of thing is hard to say, right?"

"Where's the boss? What the hell is Dekais' Law of Misunderstood?"

"Demichelis' law: 1. If Demichelis' mistake makes the opponent lead, Bayern and Argentina can launch a Jedi counterattack, no matter how much Bayern and Argentina fall behind... Forget it, go to Baidu yourself, anyway, if Demichelis If Kelis's team fell behind because of his mistakes, then this team can turn back in the end, well, there are no fewer examples than Ramsey's law of death."

"...What the hell is the law of death? I'm just watching the ball, and you f---ing threw me a bunch of laws?"

"I have to say, Ramsey's is just right."

Bayern Munich, as the most direct witnesses of Demichelis' Law, of course knows about it, but of course they won't be worried because of this so-called law, which is mostly entertaining, but such laws and spells on the pitch How should I put it, just like Banbi Chongtoutiao and Yushen, they are the easiest character designs to collapse, but they are still maintained well until now, which is quite mysterious...

Demichelis shrugged embarrassingly at Oblak, and said: "Sorry, my fault, Robben's pass was too fast, so... I will pay attention next time."

Oblak straightened his gloves and said, "I think you're too nervous, maybe playing against Bayern makes you uncomfortable?"

Demichelis said helplessly: "No, it is Robben after all."

Oblak said: "That's just Robben."

"..." Looking at Oblak who was honest on the surface but actually fearless, Demichelis suddenly felt old.

Robben and Ribery stood on both sides of Müller, accepting the cheers of the visiting fans, but Ribery suddenly turned around, walked towards the home team stands, and stretched out two fingers.

"Huh? Ribery is provoking the home fans! It seems that the boos of the fans at the scene made him very uncomfortable."

"Because of the unhappiness with Yang Feng, Ribery became the most unpopular person at the Etihad Stadium. The French obviously knows this, or he enjoys it very much now..."

Ribery's current expression is a typical "I like the way you can't understand me but can't kill me".

Kompany approached Lahm angrily, "Take care of your players, otherwise I won't guarantee that you can leave the Etihad alive today."

Ram said: "We have our own code of conduct. Your fans are too much, so you can't blame us."

"Is it your first day playing football? How can you be a professional player if you can't even stand this?"

"Professional players are human beings first and should not pay for anyone's rudeness."

"This is football, are you fucking polite to me?"

"So since you don't need to be polite, why are you so excited because of his impoliteness? Is it because of your own incompetence?"

Kompany didn't expect that Lahm's words were so sharp, and he was asked all of a sudden. Fortunately, Yang Feng came to make a rescue in time.

He pulled Lahm aside and said, "Don't worry about him, what you did is right and well done. The winner has the power to be arrogant. Now I can't wait to see him twist his ass or give the middle finger to the fans."

"...You really want to see him die, don't you?"

"You said that, but I didn't say anything."

"If I'm right, you've already figured out how to be provocative at the Allianz Arena next time, right?"

"I'm not, I don't, don't talk nonsense."

Ram shook his head, "It doesn't matter if you have it or not, we won't give you this chance."

"You say that every time, but I..." Yang Feng stretched out his fingers and pretended to count.

With a constipated expression on his face, Ram said impatiently: "Don't count, don't count! 9!"

"No, plus the one just now, there are 10."

Ram was speechless.

Yes, Yang Feng scored ten goals against Bayern.

What else could he do, he could only continue to insist: "That's the last one."

"as long as you are happy."

Although Ram spoke tough, he went up to remind Ribery after the provocation was over and told him to restrain himself.

Ribery obviously didn't buy it, and said, "Didn't you see how they treated me?"

"Then you should fight back with your performance on the court, instead of going to someone to quarrel like a child," Lahm was really tired, "I think a hat-trick is much more useful than two fingers."

"this is a good idea."

Ribery set himself a small goal of a hat-trick and began to execute it desperately, but amidst the blessings of the fans, the Frenchman's performance began to become a little unbearable.

"...Franck Ribery tried to break through Yaya Touré, but was cut off. He was too eager to express himself, which is not a mature performance... Well, of course, from another perspective, in the situation just now, a personal breakthrough is indeed A more appropriate approach…”

"Yaya Toure gave the ball to Kroos, Kroos and David Silva hit the wall, then passed the ball over Lahm's head..."

Yang Feng turned sideways to the goal again and stopped the ball on the chest behind Lahm. Bayern was frightened to death from the defender to the goalkeeper, for fear that he would kick it unreasonably again, but Yang Feng just kicked the shuttlecock like a shuttlecock. The inside of the right foot slammed the ball heavily and hoisted the ball into the penalty area.

Aguero unloaded the ball lightly, swayed Dante twice in a row with his upper body, and immediately hit the goal after flashing out of the angle.

Neuer fell to the side and saved the ball before it flew over the goal line.

Boateng controlled the ball and kicked it into the frontcourt with his big feet.

Sweinsteiger overwhelmed Zabaleta to get the ball, but when it was passed to Alaba, Kompany, who had predicted it correctly, intercepted the ball.

Kompany found David Silva with a low pass.

Yang Feng retreated to respond, and made continuous and rapid passes with Silva and Kroos, and quickly brought the ball to the front of Bayern's penalty area and entered the launch area of ​​the cloud piercing arrow.

Neuer bent down and waved nervously, "Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Don't block my sight."

The defenders are speechless, so let's watch him shoot like this, shall we?
　Continue to hang on to the scum >︿＜
　　
　
(End of this chapter)