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Chapter 308 Destruction

Ronaldo turned around and rushed to the sidelines, jumped high, turned around in mid-air, and let out a signature strange cry.

"siu!!!"

It was a normal scene, not to mention the fans of Real Madrid, even the fans of Manchester City were numb to his act of pretending to be A.

But when he fell, he was facing Yang Feng's direction so as not to die.

The strange screams in the mouth, and the outstretched hands seemed to be directed at Yang Feng.

Coupled with the fighting eyes and wanton and arrogant expression, even a dog can see the meaning of challenge inside.

The Real Madrid fans immediately cheered even more enthusiastically. Correspondingly, the boos of the home fans immediately returned.

Yang Feng turned his head, frowned indiscernibly, and glanced at Ronaldo as if he were looking at a dead person.

His personality is generally peaceful, and he is destined not to be a player with personality like Da Fengxian or Cantona, but he can't do nothing without fighting with the world. Now in the box at the Etihad Stadium not only sit That big guy was still sitting with his parents, and the girl he wanted to chase was also sitting in the stands, and it was conceivable that almost everyone in China was paying attention to this game, but someone dared to face him like this bared teeth.

How can you bear this?

He walked back to the field, and his teammates, who were a little at a loss, immediately returned to their positions as if they had been recruited by some kind of call.

Obviously no one spoke, but Ancelotti on the sidelines really felt a sense of strength and oppression.

He looked at the coach's bench on the other side, and saw that Pellegrini's face didn't show even a trace of chagrin or anger, but just looked at his players calmly with his shoulders in his arms. He didn't know if it was an illusion. Ancelotti can even see a smile from the corner of his mouth.

As the biggest player in the Champions League, Real Madrid is definitely the team most familiar with this event, none of them!Ancelotti, who has won the Big Ears Cup twice in his player and coaching careers, must be the most sensitive person in the game. Whether it is a rational analysis of the situation between the two sides or a metaphysical intuitive feeling of the game trend, he They all believed in their own judgment.

After Ronaldo scored the equalizer, he knew that Real Madrid was going to start. He was very familiar with that feeling. It was like a salary day. Although the money hasn’t arrived yet, you know it will be within today. It's like entering a card, and people can't help but start thinking about which technicians to find at night.

It wasn't until he saw Yang Feng's cold dead fish face and Peglerini's unreasonable self-confidence that he felt inexplicably panicked.

A premonition of wage delays is growing stronger.

An Pang immediately beckoned and called Yaya Toure and Casemiro, who were celebrating, to the sidelines, muttering and tirelessly exhorting them.

Both have undeniable talents on the offensive end, but in this game he just wants to use them as the purest defensive iron box.

As long as you can defend Manchester City's four frontcourt players, even sacrificing the assists of two full-backs is worthwhile.

On the field, Yang Feng walked into the middle circle, tidied up the captain's armband and then turned to his teammates and shouted: "Wait and play Marcelo! Tell him that the Etihad Stadium is not a place where cats and dogs can play wild !"

It's not that Yang Feng has any opinion on Real Madrid's favorite, but besides Ronaldo, this guy is the most arrogant now, and even Samba has jumped on it, making it seem like they have already taken the lead.

The others just mourned for Marcelo, but Cancelo got excited first, "Don't worry, boss, he must be killed!"

Seeing his bloody look, Kompany and Van Dijk looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders in unison.

Well, I have to wipe someone's ass again.

The whistle sounded and the game started again.

Yang Feng passed the ball back. This time, instead of rushing directly to the opponent's penalty area as he did at the beginning of the game, he patiently participated in the organization in the midfield, and then slowly penetrated into Real Madrid's defense.

As Yang Feng said, he only picked Marcelo to fight.

Yaya Toure and Casemiro originally thought that they would have a love-hate relationship with Yang Feng, but they didn't expect that Yang Feng didn't even give them a straight look, and walked directly to the side after halftime.

Although the task given by Ancelotti is to defend Yang Feng, their most basic duty is the team's first line of defense after all. Of course, it is impossible for them to follow Yang Feng wherever he goes like a dog's skin plaster. They are not allowed to do this, after all, the rest of the Manchester City team is not made of mud.

After confirming his eyes, Casemiro still defended the center, and Yaya Toure ran over to help Marcelo defend his path.

Silva took the ball and rushed towards them immediately.

Yaya Touré was still closely following Yang Feng. Marcelo was about to go up to fight, but Ramos waved his hand, signaling him to continue to follow Yang Feng, while he rushed up to Silva.

"Silva dribbled the ball and went to Yang Feng twice... huh?"

Yang Feng is being defended, and the space for receiving the ball is quite limited. Logically, Silva should not have passed the ball, but he passed it anyway. Everyone only thought that he was looking for Yang Feng to cooperate with hitting the wall.

Unexpectedly, not only did Yang Feng not hit the ball back, but he also pulled the football directly behind him along the path of the ball, completing a wonderful back-to-body piercing.

The victim was former teammate Yaya Toure.

This guy's hatred for Yang Feng is not just a little bit, but tons and tons. How can he bear this bird's anger, so he will start right away without saying a word.

After Yang Feng pulled the ball and turned around, he didn't take the ball away immediately, but as expected, he followed his strength and slammed back hard.

Yaya Toure knew Yang Feng's strength. The pulling action with his hand was rough and barbaric, with some personal grievances. Who knew that not only did he not encounter any resistance in his hand, but Yang Feng fell backward in a cooperative manner. come over.

Before he had time to react, Yang Feng's back hit his arms hard.

Yaya Toure felt a pain in his chest, stepped back three steps in a row, and sat down on the grass.

The rushing referee glanced at him inexplicably, and continued to follow Yang Feng.

Yang Feng stepped back, and the distance between him and the football immediately became farther away. Marcelo immediately stepped forward to get the ball, and was about to pass it to Ramos who was on the side to respond. Unexpectedly, Yang Feng accelerated suddenly, and suddenly fell to the ground with a fierce sliding tackle .

What he is hanging on the tackle bar now is Carlos's star card, and the sliding tackle is as standard as written in a textbook. Marcelo stepped on the ball in a panic, but it was still a step slow.

When Yang Feng passed by, people looked up to the "horse" and turned over.

"...Yang Feng's clean shovel, Marcelo dribbled the ball and was kicked to the ground. Yang Feng touched the ball first, and there was no foul!"

Yang Feng got up and took two steps with the ball. Everyone thought he was going to the bottom line. Unexpectedly, he hit the ball again with his heel and gave the ball to Cancelo who came up from behind.

Cancelo dribbled the ball straight to the baseline, while Yang Feng slanted into the penalty area from a 45-degree angle.

The goal is very clear, which is Real Madrid's goal.

Cancelo glanced up and completed a cross in a leisurely manner.

As soon as the football flew out, he was knocked to the ground by Marcelo who was chasing him.

The two looked at the football that had already flown to the goal at the same time.

Aguero and Varane jump up at the same time, but neither can touch the ball.

The football fell behind, and Yang Feng slapped the horse and killed it.

Cancelo passed the ball just right, Yang Feng could dive forward and volley in the air when he retreated, it was nothing more than controlling his own speed.

But he just doesn't.

Just when Navas was ready to pounce, Yang Feng calmly pushed the ball up with his chest.

The football flew up and down, and Yang Feng had already turned around, with his back to the goal.

Upside down the golden hook!

"... Cancelo made a cross from the wing, Aguero missed the ball, Yang Feng had a chance! Ah? Chest stop, volley barb!

Go in, go in, go in! ! !
Yang Feng's barb shot shocked everyone!
This goal is a godlike restoration of Ronaldinho's sky-defying barb in Barcelona. It is almost in the exact same position. Ronaldinho also calmly completed the chest stop and then barb in front of the opponent's goal. break!

Perhaps the ideas of geniuses are similar, just like Ronaldinho, Yang Feng chose the most difficult and most pleasing one when he had many ways to break through..."

"GOALLLL!!!!!! It's Yang again! Indescribable shooting style! This is his second shot in the game, but he has already scored two goals! Immortal goal, immortal efficiency!"

Not to mention the audience, even Yang Feng's friends were stunned. It wasn't until Yang Feng quickly got up and rushed to the sidelines that Aguero and Cancelo woke up like a dream and chased after him. , I didn't expect it to be half a step too late.

Ding Ding and Silva took the lead, one pushed Yang Feng down from behind and then jumped up, and the other immediately pressed down heavily from behind.

Male on male on male on male on male.

Even the guards rushed up frantically and joined the team of Arhats.

Only Oblak was left in Manchester City's half. He knelt directly on his own goal line, pointing his hands to the sky and roaring.

The audience cheered thunderously, and the distinguished guests in the boxes also applauded with joy.

Sun Jihai, who accompanied the explanation, hurriedly said: "Xiao Yang is not only the pride of Manchester City football, but also the pride of our Chinese football and Asian football. This kind of scoring method has high requirements for players, and it is difficult even in normal training." To do it, let alone in such an important game."

The other party nodded with a smile, "It's indeed a rare goal, but it's just commonplace for him, right?"

It was only then that Sun Jihai remembered that this was also a senior fan, and quickly echoed: "Yes, for most players, such a goal can only be met in a lifetime, but for Yang Feng, it is indeed a goal at any time." It can happen anywhere.”

A lady with an elegant temperament and a gentle smile smiled and said: "Excellent is exciting, but it is too dangerous, we still have to remind him to be careful... You don't know, our family is all his fans, and we are all waiting to see him lead the team to attack What about the World Cup?"

"Eh..." Sun Jihai was so envious, he wished he could rush down and strangle Yang Feng to death.

With great difficulty, Yang Feng pushed away the group of stinky hooligans on his body, and waved his fist at the box where his parents were.

Yang Yunsong and Su Jing quickly waved back.

After failing to celebrate two goals in a row, Yang Feng unhappily hammered the instigator De Bruyne.

He was the one who pushed himself to the ground from behind just now, and let himself glide handsomely on his knees into the current messy appearance with wrinkled clothes and messy hair.

De Bruyne smirked, "I'll pass you a high-altitude ball like this later, remember to kick the ball in this way."

"Are you crazy about wanting to be on the collection?"

"Who the hell doesn't want to?" Aguero wrote all his envy, jealousy and hatred on his face, "Do you know how difficult it is for us to score a goal like this?"

"I don't know," Yang Feng brushed his messy hair, "God (hang) (force) why do you want to know the thoughts of mortals?"

"...ヽ(≧□≦)ノヽ(≧□≦)ノヽ(≧□≦)ノノ!"

The goals just now are still being replayed on various live broadcast platforms around the world.

Yang Feng passed with his back through the crotch, and then counter-robbed Marcelo, split the ball, moved, stopped the ball, jumped up, and barbed. The whole process was picturesque.

"...Real Madrid fans rebelled online, and from today I am also a member of the city."

"The fans of Ronaldinho are in tears, I am possessed by Luo, this is it."

"Already invincible, destroy Real Madrid!"

The faces of the crowd in Real Madrid had turned into liver-colored. Yaya Toure was still pestering the referee to accuse Yang Feng of hitting someone on the back just now, but the referee was obviously impatient and stretched his right hand into his pocket.

Casemiro quickly held him down and begged for mercy for a while before he could pull out the topaz card.

Ronaldo gritted his teeth tightly, his face full of dissatisfaction and resentment.

After Raul left Schalke, he is undoubtedly the number one superstar in Real Madrid, and he is the descendant god in the hearts of Meilingers. Everyone is waiting for him to lead the Galaxy Battleship to the European Champions Cup again, but joining Real Madrid has already Six years ago, there was Meng Liu Barcelona's various strong crushes, and then there was Manchester City's strong rise and sweep all the way. The golden age that belonged to him and Real Madrid has not come yet, and being as strong as the president not only has a fear of being dominated by fate.

At the beginning of the race, the greatly stimulated C Roma tried a wave of solo riding for thousands of miles.

The front was still decent, Aguero and De Bruyne were both rushed by him forcefully, but it was not enough when facing Kanter.

The football was intercepted and Manchester City launched a counterattack.

Kanter did not hand the ball to Hiro this time, but took the ball forward by himself, and after completing two-on-one with Tintin and Silva, he came to the front of the penalty area.

Yang Feng and Aguero split into two groups and went straight to Real Madrid's goal.

Kanter directly ignored Aguero, who was eager to see through, and went straight to find Yang Feng.

Yang Feng went forward like a ghost, dribbled the ball past Navas who was attacking, and pushed the shot successfully.

The whistle sounded, and the small flag in the hands of the line referee was raised high.

The Real Madrid fans, who were in a cold sweat, breathed a sigh of relief, but looked at Yang Feng, who was smiling lightly and didn't care at all, and felt chills in his heart.

I escaped this time, what about next time?

(End of this chapter)