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Chapter 220 Ronaldinho imitation show
"Yang Feng knocked on the door!!?? Entered!!!??"

In the CCTV studio, He Shi almost jumped up, and Zhang Lu on the other side couldn't help leaning forward, and then slammed the table with both hands, "The data hasn't come out yet, but it's 60 meters, right?"

"Yes," He Shi said, "The Camp Nou stadium is 105 meters long. Yang Feng must have exceeded 60 meters when he stood so far behind the midfield line."

"Isn't that a record?" Zhang Lu chuckled, "I remember that the record for the longest goal in the Champions League was just broken, about fifty meters away?"

"Yes, the UEFA Champions League in 11 was also the quarter-finals. Inter Milan played against Schalke 1. At that time, the goalkeeper of Schalke 4 was Neuer. From Kovic, Stankovic volleyed and created the record for the farthest goal in the Champions League. At that time, the distance seemed to be 04 meters... Oh, sorry, it was 04 meters... Sure enough, Yang Feng broke the record, 57 meters ! It has been raised by 54 meters."

"The longest goal record in the Bundesliga was also created by Yang Feng, right? Against Bayern? Also Neuer?"

"It's also Neuer," He Shi said, "That one is far away, a full 75 meters!"

"I just wanted to complain about the Premier League air team, and a fucking goal went in..."

"Mom, open the door, I'm outrageous, I'm home!"

"Ball: I'm here, I'm gone, I'm here again..."

Yang Feng rushed to the sidelines, jumped onto the billboard, and posed in the same pose as the poster of "The Shawshank Redemption".

The teammates ran to the back and looked up at his back, as if they were looking up at their own king...

Yang Feng glanced back, and Cross and Silva both made an OK gesture.

Only then did he open his arms completely outwards, and then lay down heavily on his back...

Cross, Silva and Aguero quickly reached out to catch him, and the others hurried over and were about to throw him up. Yang Feng turned over and struggled, finally breaking free from his claws and landing.

"Are you trying to pass the ball? Surely so?"

"Break the record! Definitely break the record!"

"You broke the record for the farthest goal in the Champions League and scored 5 points. Current points: 9"

Everyone in Barcelona looked at each other in blank dismay, and Pinto stood in front of the door with his hips akimbo, and kept moaning.

"...With the 14th goal in the Champions League, Yang once again came to the top of the scorer list, keeping pace with Cristiano Ronaldo! Pinto was too careless. Yang had already had a similar shot in the last game. I did him a favor, but luck won't be with you forever..."

After Yang Feng celebrated, he led his teammates back to their positions.

Neymar and Messi had already stood in the middle circle and looked at Yang Feng together by coincidence. The camera just caught their eyes moving with Yang Feng, full of sense of story.

Now Messi is the absolute No. [-] star in active service, with four golden balls unprecedented, and Yang Feng is undoubtedly one of his closest pursuers, but Yang Feng's debut time and age match only Neymar.

Fighting against two generations of people at an age when they should have been hiding behind and developing wretchedly.

"Everyone run!" Pellegrini applauded from the sidelines and shouted at the players, "Don't give them any chance! Be quick! Quick! Quick!"

They wanted to be fast, but Barcelona wanted to be slow, and continued to grind in the midfield after the kick-off, but after realizing their attack power at the moment when they suddenly exerted force, Manchester City did not dare to be careless at all. Kanter became the most active player in Manchester City's formation. one of the players.

Barcelona originally thought it would be easier without Yaya Toure, but unexpectedly they encountered obstacles repeatedly with Kanter.

Even Martin Taylor had to sigh with emotion, "Kanter's progress is too fast! Who can believe that he didn't even play in the five major leagues half a season ago? Where did Manchester City find this talent? And Austrian Blake, although he scored two goals in the last game, everyone knows that without him, Manchester City may not even have a chance to come back..."

Neymar was deflated twice by Kanter, and Jiang Jin also came up. After receiving a pass from Harvey, he dribbled the ball again to single out Kanter.

"Neymar's continuous fake moves, Kanter's center of gravity is very stable, he can stop... hey? This..."

Neymar was concentrating on dribbling the ball to Kanter, but Kroos suddenly and quietly killed him from behind, and rushed up with Kanter at the same time.

Neymar dodged Kanter, but failed to dodge Akuan.

"Damn it, this young man doesn't talk about martial arts!"

"Neymar: What about the morality of the world?"

Kuan crossed the ball to Silva and gave Neymar a disdainful look.

This is the Champions League, little brother, do you think streetball is played in front of your house?
Silva dribbled the ball from the left, followed by Yang Feng, who had retreated to meet him, and then suddenly slanted his foot.

Aguero started quickly, but unfortunately he had just passed Mascherano before the whistle blew.

"Offside!"

"Offside?"

Akun raised his hands, but put them down helplessly.

"It's a pity that Aguero almost got a single goal...Looking at the replay, it was indeed offside...In the first round of the contest between the two sides, although Barcelona led by one goal, from the scene, the two sides were still evenly matched. Coming to Camp Nou, Manchester City looked better."

"Mud horse, kicking like a bird, Barcelona still handed the ball?"

"It's really hard to tell the score if Yang Feng didn't play in the last ten minutes of the last game. At that time, Manchester City was clearly on the rise."

"Analyzing so many people has a dick, isn't it a loss?"

"Heh! Anyway, I'm pissing here, this season's Champions League will definitely beat Barcelona."

"I lost at home, but I can still win away? What are you thinking?"

"...So you bought Barcelona with all your money?"

"Yes, I bought Barcelona for twenty-five cents all over my body."

"... Niubi, I was kicked like a dog within 10 minutes of the game, and the Champions League belongs to Barcelona. I really love it!"

Being kicked like a dog is of course a black fan filter. In fact, Barcelona is still very powerful, but it is impossible to rely on absolute ball possession to control the game as usual.

The two sides went back and forth, Manchester City lost one player in the midfield today, but they played more vigorously, and as Yang Feng retreated to organize, Barcelona's advantage in the midfield suddenly disappeared, and even once suppressed. After the combination of Harvey + Fabregas + Busquets.

Martino had no choice but to let Iniesta, who was the winger, retreat quickly. Habubai + Fabregas, against Kante + Silva + Kroos + Yang Feng, finally stabilized the situation, but The state of Manchester City is getting better and better, and the framework of the historical midfield combination has been faintly formed.

Yaya Toure, who was on the bench, squeezed the bottle in his hand irritably.

He and Kanter's midfield partner is still good. In terms of performance, the two can only be regarded as half a catty, but Kanter's potential is so great that it is visible to the naked eye. In this life-and-death battle that is related to the Champions League qualifying However, Pellegrini chose rookie Kanter, which is undoubtedly a very dangerous signal for him.

"At the end of the first half, the score between the two sides was 0-1, the shooting ratio was 4-5, and Barcelona's possession rate was only 47%...Barcelona did not exert its home advantage at all. On the contrary, Manchester City became more and more courageous in the away game. Playing the best form of the season, this may also be related to the situation in the league between the two sides. Manchester City has a clear advantage in the league. As long as they beat Liverpool in the next game, they can win the championship early, while Barcelona is facing much more serious problems. In terms of points, I still have a tight bite with Real Madrid and Atletico Madrid, so I have to allocate some energy. Of course, Pique's injury may also be an important factor..."

It is not an ordinary team that can overwhelm Barcelona in terms of possession rate. Until now, everyone has really seen a bit of a champion in Manchester City.

Champions of the UEFA Champions League.

In the locker room, Pellegrini pretended to be calm, and the chicken soup he handed out was encouraging. After a long speech, it can be summed up in four words: I have the advantage!
On the Barcelona side, the atmosphere was tense.

Xavi is silent, Iniesta is silent, Messi is silent...

Martino shook his head secretly in disappointment, but on the surface he wanted to act confident, and kept emphasizing that this is the Nou Camp and this is our territory, as if they had never lost here.

In the second half, Barcelona kicked off.

The football was passed back, and Manchester City's trident and three midfielders were dispatched immediately, and the troops were divided into six groups to rush to the Barcelona position.

Barcelona continued to pass methodically and quickly, but City were much tougher this time around, the press intensified and some skirmishes began to break out between the two sides.

In the 53rd minute of the game, Manchester City played a wave of Barcelona-style offense.

Kante receives a pass from Zabaleta and sends it to Silva on the left.

Yang Feng and Kroos rushed to move, and the three of them cooperated with each other in quick and short passes. Clever pick pass and hoist the ball into the penalty area.

Not only did the Barcelona generals not expect this pass, but even their teammates were stunned.

When Dzeko reacted, the football was about to hit his forehead.

He hurriedly turned his head to the left and slapped his forehead fiercely, but he was still a little hasty after all, and the football brushed the goal post and flew out of the baseline.

"Ouch!" Zhang Lu sighed, "Zheke has no tacit understanding with Yang Feng at all..."

"A wonderful pass wasted," He Shi also sighed, "If the ball was replaced by Aguero or Huntelaar, it might have gone in directly."

Barcelona kick-off, Pinto short pass to Alves.

Alves looked up and made a long pass, but after Silva made an interception, he suddenly dunked the ball and rushed past him.

Yang Feng hurried over to support, and without even thinking about it, it was a Fan Zhiyi-style sliding shovel.

Alves stepped on the ball and evaded it, and quickly dribbled the ball across the center line.

Neymar and Xiaobai quickly changed positions, Kanter hesitated, and kept up with Neymar, but Alves made a low pass and found Messi who was ambushing beside Clichy.

Messi spread his legs and passed the ball under his crotch, and Chrissy, who came to intercept him, directly blocked him.

Neymar turned around immediately and quickly threw Kanter away. Before he raised his hand, Messi's pass arrived.

Zabaleta immediately rushed out of the penalty area and came with a sliding shovel.

Neymar poked the ball lightly, passed the ball, entered the penalty area, and made a shooting action against Lescott.

"Fake action!"

"Don't jump!"

Zabaleta and Kante shout at the same time.

Neymar's style is so unique, he can't wait for the referee to pass before he shoots, and he will shoot so simply to be damned.

Lescott immediately withdrew his feet, but Oblak had already rushed out.

In the end, Neymar actually shot...

The sound of "poof" was the sound of a football hitting a glove.

Oblak got up immediately after blocking the ball, picked up the football, then rushed to the penalty area line and threw the football hard.

Kanter bent over and lowered his body. After the football came above him, he suddenly got up and shook his head. The football flew towards Kroos.

Cross stopped the ball with his chest and gently gave the ball to Yang Feng.

Yang Feng unloaded the ball lightly, and Alves, who had just launched a wave of offensive, suddenly killed him, but as soon as he approached, the football suddenly flew from Yang Feng's feet and passed over his head.

Yang Feng ran past him at the same time, ready to catch the ball behind his back.

Alves turned around immediately, but just as his feet started, the football flew again.

Alves turned around again, the football was provoked again...

"Yang Feng picked the ball three times in a row! Alves must be in a complicated mood now, because Yang Feng is obviously paying tribute to the famous scene of the legendary Brazilian defender Cafu, and Alves' nickname is the new Cafu... "

When Cafu was still in Rome, there was a wonderful time when he picked the ball to beat Nedved in a row. Yang Feng just adapted to the situation and did not intend to copy this classic, but the object he passed was the "new card". Fu", if it is a coincidence, he probably believes it himself.

After passing Alves, he met Busquets again.

Professor Bu didn't dare to act rashly, but turned sideways and followed Yang Feng slowly back.

As long as I don't go up to grab it, you can't get past... me?

"Fuck?"

"Bullfrog!"

"Don't bring such a bully..."

Yang Feng pushed the ball outward with the outer instep of his right foot, but at the moment the football rolled to the right, the inner instep of his right foot suddenly kicked the ball back.

Busquets was swayed aside.

If it was only Alves who was in a complicated mood just now, now it is the turn of all Catalans to feel as disgusted as swallowing a fly.

Ronaldinho's famous stunt, the ox tail is extraordinary...

"Shenlong wagging its tail! Beautiful!"

Yang Feng took the ball to the top of the penalty area, and Mascherano and Alba blocked him together.

At first, the two were worried that Yang Feng would kick the world wave, but Yang Feng directly protected the ball under his feet and confronted them one meter away in front of the penalty area.

The two got closer to each other to prevent Yang Feng from rushing through the middle, but at the same time they wanted to be distracted from the other side, so no one dared to grab it for a while.

Yang Feng raised his right foot and swiped it over the football, looking as if he was about to change the direction of the ball at any time. Mascherano and Alba also kept swaying left and right following his movements.

Just when everyone thought that Yang Feng was going to start on the spot and pull horizontally, his calf suddenly fell heavily, and his toes lightly raised the football.

The football passed between the heads of Mascherano and Alba and flew into the goal.

Ronaldinho's famous scene again...

(End of this chapter)