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Chapter 91 Like Ronaldinho carrying Messi

Courtois stood up quickly, and Godin was carried off the field for treatment.

Felipe throws the ball from the sideline, and Diego gets the ball and then perfunctorily drives into Schalke 04's penalty area and returns the ball to them.

Playing against a team like Atletico Madrid, the most frustrating thing is that the opponent is obviously suppressed and beaten hard. It feels as if the final score of 10:0 is not too much, but the result is often inattentive, and the lagging behind is inexplicable. It became their own side, so taking advantage of the opponent's lack of a central defender, Schalke 04 stepped up their offensive again, hoping to get him one before Godin came on the field or Simeone made a substitution.

Otherwise, if the team that is good at counter-defense is allowed to score first, the game will become quite difficult.

Yang Feng was also driven to the penalty area by Stevens, and Schalke 04 played the simplest and most direct long pass.

Stevens was still dreaming of taking advantage of his illness to kill him, but he didn't know that it was in Simeone's arms.

Without Godin, he still has Gabi, Juanfran, Miranda, etc. Anyway, what this defense line is most afraid of is playing rough jobs, especially when Schalke 04 has no high center forwards and headers.

The situation did indeed develop as he had imagined. Schalke 04 failed to find their own player with three consecutive long passes. When Godin returned to the field after simple treatment, Atletico Madrid also fought back.

Juanfran almost snatched the pass from Martipu from Yang Feng's head and gave the ball to Arda Turan.

Turan dribbled the ball from the side, then passed it straight to Diego, and then Diego went straight to Cefalcao.

"Matipu was going to look for Yang Feng again, but the ball was cut off by Juanfran, and Atletico Madrid came back sharply! Turan...Diego...Falcao! Falcao got the ball on the right side of the penalty area! Schalke Danger!"

Falcao dribbled the ball quickly into the penalty area, and Fuchs hurried forward to block it, but was wiped cleanly by Falcao with a simple change of direction.

finished...

After passing Fuchs, only the goalkeeper is left between Falcao and the goal.

If it was an anime, then there should be a phantom of a tiger pouncing on the food behind Falcao. Even if it is reality, some middle-aged and second guys have automatically helped him make up a picture of a tiger roaring "oooo" behind him.

It's a pity that Atletico Madrid is not the only one that has predators. As one of the two representatives of German football in the European war, Schalke 04 did not insult the name of the German chariot. Just when football left Falcao's feet, Sand Mine captain Hewedes suddenly burst out from the side and headed the ball out of the bottom line.

Although they were not rushing towards the football head-on, there seemed to be a "bang" in everyone's ears, similar to the sound of a watermelon bursting.

There was a momentary silence on the court, and then various noises sounded.

"This...is so brave! Is it worth it?"

"Well done Herwedes!"

"This is Hewedes! This is our captain!"

"It's a pity, the goalkeeper will never be able to catch the ball if it can pass."

"Another one will be carried out..."

Höwedes didn't stand up right away, Hegel and Unnerstahl rushed over, Hegel just squatted down and quickly stood up again, stretching out his hand to call for the team doctor.

The team doctor quickly came on the field and did a simple check. Hewedes slowly regained consciousness and sat up, but the team doctor still insisted on letting him go off the field and observe again.

"My own body I know..."

"Don't make fun of your own life!" The team doctor said seriously, "Even if you don't take your life seriously, please think about my career!"

"Okay, okay, you win, hurry up! Damn, is there a bomb under his feet..."

Hewedes was carried to the sidelines on a stretcher cursing, and the assistant coach hurried over to inquire about the situation.

Because Yang Feng didn't take advantage of the danger to hit the goal just now as the background, the Atletico Madrid fans regretted it and gave Hewedes a generous applause.

Originally thought it would be a game where sparks hit the earth, it abruptly played the flavor of a friendly match.

On the field, Falcao shook his head and sighed helplessly, and came to the back of the goal, ready to compete for a corner kick.

"Atlético played a simple but successful counter-attack, Falcao had a great chance on goal, but Hévédes headed the ball unafraid, both players are proving their bravery Own determination to win the title! Atlético Madrid got the corner, let's see what they do with it..."

Yang Feng and Huntelaar came near the top of the penalty area. One was responsible for defending Diego, and the other was secretly preparing to sprint and seize the opportunity to fight back at any time.

Turan made a pass from the left, and it was Adrian who was looking for the front point.

Adrian jumped high and hit the ball on the crossbar.

"Oh~~ The crossbar denied Adrian's shot! He was one centimeter away from the goal... And! Diego!"

The football rebounded and fell towards the middle of the penalty area.

Diego rushed in early, ready to head the goal, but Yang Feng came later and grabbed ahead of him, jumped up vigorously, and headed the ball to the right side of the penalty area.

Uchida Atsuto got the ball and directly hit the ball in the middle with a diagonal pass.

Huntelaar left the string like a sharp arrow, and immediately rushed out with the ball.

Yang Feng turned around and rushed forward immediately after landing, and stepped forward with Farfan to support, but just when they were about to catch up with Huntelaar, this **** shot directly...

Courtois didn't know if it was because he wanted to see more clearly, but he ran to the middle of the penalty area just now, and now he will be tested by the Dutch hunter's lob shot.

All the fans stood up, and the two coaches seemed to have been immobilized, motionless, only their heads turned with the trajectory of the football.

"Hunterel's midfield lob! Scoring chance for Schalke 04!"

"The Dutch are too bold! It's shameful to waste chances, this shot is a joke!"

The same shot yielded two different opinions. All the commentators' buttocks are crooked, the difference is only whether they are clearly crooked or secretly crooked.

This time it was obviously the words of the Spanish commentator that came true.

The football didn't even hit the crossbar and flew directly over the goal line.

"What a pity! Just lower the ball a little more!"

"Is Huntelaar infected by Yang? I remember the Chinese had a shot like this."

As soon as Huntelaar performed the national football three consecutive moves, he shrugged his shoulders and spat, and then Qi Qi received contemptuous glances from his teammates.

He said stiffly: "That's an opportunity..."

Yang Feng said: "It means that you are not good at seizing opportunities?"

"You still have the face to laugh at me?" Huntelaar said, "I learned from you."

"Don't learn all the good ones and learn the bad ones?"

"Is there anything good about you?"

"Is it difficult to admit that others are good?"

"If the other person you're talking about is you..." Huntelaar finally resisted the urge to extend his middle finger to him, "Maybe I need to use a magnifying glass to find your strengths."

"Damn!" Yang Feng turned into a gambling dog, "Do you dare to bet?"

"What are you gambling?"

"Whoever scores first, the other person has to help him shine his shoes."

Huntelaar sneered, "Kneel on one knee!"

"Okay! I'll print that scene and hang it on my wall."

"Fuck! So cruel?" Brother Hou suddenly had a bad feeling.

"It's really a bit ruthless..." Yang Feng thought for a while, "Forget it, let me let you go, let's make it a mobile phone wallpaper."

"...I thank you!"

After I finished speaking, I felt something was wrong, I seemed to be led astray by this kid, why did I make it look like he had already won?
The two walked to Atletico Madrid's half while bickering. The Atletico Madrid players who were returning to defense should have heard a few words, and looked at them like idiots.

Courtois kicked the goal kick with a big kick.

The football falls in midfield.

Hegel and Suarez fought together, but to no avail, Farfan got the ball and stabbed it to the right.

Uchida Atsuto came in from behind, poked the ball hard, and then started galloping along the sidewalk.

Yang Feng's outburst was both a stimulus and an encouragement to Uchida. After he corrected his mentality, he made rapid progress. This time the flank raid was a bit like Cafu's. It hit Draxler in the penalty area on the head like a gbs.

Xiaode didn't have time to react, he just instinctively pushed the ball with his forehead, but he pushed the football outside the penalty area.

It looked like a clearance, but Atletico Madrid looked like a dead dog from the coach to the players to the fans.

Because the football fell just in front of Yang Feng.

He stopped the ball calmly, then moved the ball forward slightly, then took two steps to run up, and raised his right foot.

Gabi and Juanfran rushed over from right in front of him almost at the same time.

Gabi protected the front door with his hands, and Juanfran blocked the little Fran with his hands, anyway, he meant to block the shot with his body.

But the expected impact never came.

Yang Feng raised his right foot high and lightly raised the ball with his toes, and the football flew directly between the two.

The football is not higher than their heads, but it is the most uncomfortable position for them. It seems that the ball can be stopped by turning their heads, but by the time they turn their heads, the football has already arrived behind them.

Only then did Yang Feng avoid Juanfran and head straight for the penalty area.

The ball picked by him was stopped by Raul with his chest, but Raul didn't wait for the ball to hit the ground, his left foot was like kicking a shuttlecock, and gently padded the football.

The football flew up again and landed in front of Yang Feng.

Yang Feng once again took a shooting pose.

Felipe in front of him and Courtois in front of the door cursed in their hearts.

No one could figure out whether the kid was really hitting the door or trying to scare people, but Felipe rushed forward without hesitation.

Although he rushed up with the determination to block the hole of the gun, he was actually sure in his heart that Yang Feng's shooting posture was another feint, so he kept his eyes on the ball, ready to stretch out his feet to intercept Yang Feng when he passed by.

Yang Feng really wanted to pick the ball past him before hitting the goal, but Raul seemed to have expected it, and shouted, "Shoot!"

Yang Feng's heart was agitated, and he simply did the fake show, and the fake shot that was promised turned into a volley.

Felipe didn't expect him to come for real. The football was almost coming towards his face. He couldn't dodge it if he wanted to. He just closed his eyes as a conditioned reflex, but his face didn't receive the cordial greeting from him, but his ear There seemed to be a strong wind passing by, and then there were various exclamations.

Courtois made a save, stretching his arms to the limit.

The moment the football flew by, the touch from his fingertips told him that there was help!
The sound of "bang" was the sound of a football hitting the goal post, and Courtois heard the sound of nature.

But the various shouts that came from the next second told him not to be too happy.

"GOAL!!!"

"Yang!!!"

"Yang Feng volleyed the goal, Courtois jumped on the football, but only slightly changed the route of the football, the football hit the inside of the post and bounced into the goal! In the 32nd minute of the game, Schalke 1-0 Atletico Madrid! The German team took the lead in breaking the Spanish team's goal, but the goal was made in China!"

"It's Raul and Yang Feng again! This is their eighth connection this season! Yang Feng passed three balls to Raul, and Raul returned five to him!"

Yang Feng turned around and rushed towards Raul, unexpectedly, Raul also turned around, leaving him with a buttock.

Yang Feng laughed and jumped directly onto his back.

Raul ran to the sidelines with his back on his back, with an old father-like smile on his face.

The flash lights frantically went on, and the reporters on the sidelines and the fans in the stands faithfully recorded this scene with their own devices. No one thought that this simple back-up celebration would become one of the famous scenes in the Europa League in the future .

Everyone was in a trance for a while, because it was difficult not to remind people of Sheva carrying Kaka and Ronaldinho carrying Messi...

The happiest are the Schalke 04 fans, but the deepest emotion is the Meilingers.

They once also hoped to see Raul carrying the next generation of Real Madrid like Ronaldinho carrying Messi at the Nou Camp, but unfortunately, Real Madrid's transfer policy and team building ideas are doomed to never appear in this scene. bernabeu.

Raul recited Ronaldo, thinking about it, I feel hot eyes and enough nonsense...

The two of them didn't stop until they reached the home team's stands. The Sand Mine players on the bench and the teammates behind them rushed forward, surrounded Yang Feng, and their claws touched him one after another.

The crowd finally dispersed, and Yang Feng hurriedly turned to look for Huntelaar, only to find that this guy had gone somewhere to hide.

Now he finally knew how the "little goal in daily life: eat, sleep, and fight Huntelaar" came about, because now he also wanted to beat this guy up.

Howedes didn't expect that when he played again, he came back to celebrate the goal, so he ran to Yang Feng cheerfully.

Yang Feng hugged him heavily, and asked with concern: "Are you all right?"

The bragging syndrome has spread to Hewedes at some point. Captain Shaq pulled a disdainful smile and said, "It's just like a mosquito bite, what can happen?"

Yang Feng looked across his eyes immediately, "...it's decided, I will only obey you when it comes to bragging."

Höwedes patted him on the shoulder again, "Well done, Jan! Believe me, you are being written down in the history of Schalke 04! All Schalke 04 fans will remember you, just like today German fans still miss Beckenbauer and Gerd Müller!"

"It's us."

"Yes, it's us!" Hewedes nodded heavily, "We will all be part of history!"

(End of this chapter)