For Yang Feng, this upgrade is a complete rebirth, so his desire to have another wave before the game is over is even more urgent. However, in the eyes of others, they just think that this kid is too ambitious, even Tian Tian Sports commentators couldn't help but joke about it.
"Yang is very motivated. He is like a cheetah that has just learned to hunt alone. He wants to pounce on any animal he sees and bite him. I guess this kid definitely wants to score another hat trick, but I have to remind him that the game Time is running out…”
The game has reached the 82nd minute, and there is indeed not much left. However, judging from the situation of this game, no one can guarantee that Schalke 04 will not score two more goals in the last ten minutes, especially But they definitely can't accept the result of losing at home, and they will definitely attack later, so Yang Feng still has a great chance.
He just had "I want to score" written on his face. Of course, the players of Plzeň's victory could not ignore him. Captain Horvat pulled Prochazka and told him to be optimistic about this No. 9. Be careful of his speed, be careful of his movement, don't let him leave your defensive range, but this kind of advice is just like "be careful of the monkey's iron rod" and other nonsense.
Yang Feng's biggest problem before was that his last move was not strong and his ball feel was too bad. Now that he has made up for it, his self-confidence has been a little bit too high, so after failing to get the ball in two consecutive rounds of attacks, he simply retreated. Go to the midfield to respond to Farfan's attack.
Farfan hesitated, but passed the ball anyway.
He also knew that Yang Feng's feet felt hot in the past two games. If he didn't let him touch the ball a few more times, he would go crazy. But everyone knew Yang Feng's dribbling ability, and originally thought he was just here to provide support. Playing a hit-the-wall style, I didn't expect that once the football was passed out, it wouldn't come back.
Yang Feng pulled the ball and turned around, facing Prohazka.
Prohazka, like Farfan, thought that Yang Feng would only be a wall at most, and his energy was mainly focused on cutting off his passing route. Unexpectedly, Yang Feng directly swiped the ball diagonally, and then ran after him. .
Prohazka subconsciously stretched out his foot to block it, but it blocked Loneliness.
Yang Feng had no time to pay attention to the two people who were messy in the wind. He stepped on the accelerator and drove straight into the penalty area.
Prohazka just woke up from a dream and hurriedly chased after him, but his speed was not as good as others, and his physical strength was even more incomparable to that of a substitute. In the blink of an eye, Yang Feng was out of sight. .
Draxler on the other wing took a look and quickly ran to the penalty area, ready to respond.
"Is this an A-level foot feel?" Yang Feng flew up happily, "How terrifying is an S-level, SS-level, SSS-level?"
For the first time, the football was so obedient under his feet, as if the distance he went out was under his control every time. If he didn't know how much he weighed, he would have almost been unable to resist playing a Marseille slalom or an oxtail.
Fortunately, he still knew what was going on. Facing Limbelski who was coming to kill him, Yang Feng chose a more simple and crude way of changing direction.
This change of direction was also quite smooth, but Limbelski was prepared, so it was not very clean. Although he also failed to stop the ball directly, the moment Yang Feng passed by, his right foot Still wiped it.
Yang Feng stumbled forward, instead of falling to the ground and rolling for two and a half weeks, he quickly pushed the ball forward and then accelerated into the penalty area.
Adjust your body shape to face the goal.
Pilsen Victory was eager to tie the score, leaving only four defenders behind. The left back and a center back had been rushed by Yang Feng. The other center back was following Huntelaar. The remaining right back probably did not expect Yang Feng. He just arrived at the door of his house like a joke, just coming from the side road.
"Yang! Passed again! Continuously changing directions to pass people!"
"Single sword! This is not a single sword that ran away, but a single sword that was brought out!"
"The goalkeeper is attacking, Yang must calm down!"
Not only was the commentator yelling, but Stevens and the Schalke 04 substitutes on the sidelines couldn't help but howl.
Will Yang Feng break through? Or two people in a row? This is a bit fantasy.
Huntelaar quickly pulled away, came to the first edge of the small penalty area, and reached for the ball.
The goalkeeper pointed at him and signaled the defender to keep up with the press, while he ran towards Yang Feng.
Yang Feng took two more steps forward, looked up at the murderous goalkeeper, and gently tapped the toes of his right foot.
The football suddenly flew high from his feet, drew a wonderful parabola, passed the goalkeeper, and flew towards the goal.
Pilsen's right back, who was about to snipe Yang Feng, quickly turned around, slid towards the goal, and then followed the football into the goal.
"GOAL!!! The ball has been scored! Yang Feng from China! Continuously changed directions and scored with a shot! This is his third goal in this game and the second goal he has directly scored! Stevens is too extravagant to put such a player on the bench??!!"
"I just seemed to mention the quarter-finals between England and Argentina in the 1998 World Cup in France. If Yang Feng's first one reminded me of Zanetti's famous free kick, then this The goal seems to let us see Irving in that game. He is almost in the same position, the same age, the same way of passing people, oh, by the way, maybe the same handsomeness? Of course, Young's way of scoring is very light, It’s a particularly accurate shot!”
"Holy shit, shit, shit! Brother Feng V5! This dick is so fucking explosive!"
"Cross the level on my own, score a goal with a shot, and then ask who else is there!"
"I've scored twice. Isn't it really a hat-trick?"
Yang Feng rushed directly to the sidelines. Facing the away fans who were traveling with the team, he clenched his hands and performed a hearty kneeling glide, leaving three deep straight lines behind him.
He held his head high and roared with all his strength. Although he didn't even know what he was shouting, he felt that the blood all over his body was burning along with it.
This is what is called a goal! This is what is called football!
Draxler was the first to arrive.
This guy originally thought that Yang Feng would pass it to him and even thought about the shooting posture. Unexpectedly, he witnessed Yang Feng's transformation with his own eyes.
The two hugged tightly, and Huntelaar and Farfan who rushed behind them quickly pounced on them.
Stevens clapped his hands vigorously and then hugged his coaching staff.
Raul cheered with the other players on the bench, but somehow he felt a sense of loneliness in his heart.
Maybe it's really time to leave...
