"Yang Feng really caught up with the football! Not out of bounds! Not out of bounds! Crossed from the bottom, Raul! In! Three to two! Three to two! Killer! Counterattack!"
Duan Xuan's excited voice rang out in thousands of households, and countless people howled like ghosts and wolves in the middle of the night.
Xu Yang burst into tears, "This is the player we need! This is what Chinese football should be like! We don't ask for high talent or good skills, we only ask for the most basic thing of never giving up. spirit! Here, I would also like to say a few words from the bottom of my heart. Like many people, when talking about Yang Feng in the past, I always said that he wasted his running position, that he wasted his speed, and that his He failed to score a single goal and said he failed to live up to expectations, but here today, in front of the national audience, I want to say sorry to him. Such a player deserves everyone's respect..."
"Damn it, I won't tell you anymore. From today on, Yang Feng will be my number one idol, and Messi will have to step down to second place."
"Seeing Coach Xu cry, I wanted to cry too. It was obviously Raul who scored the goal."
"You should be happy, I'm just crying...Why are my tissues missing?"
"Why do I feel more excited than when he scored a goal just now?"
"You guys, let's take a good look."
"Hurry up and call Yang Feng into the national team."
"Don't, please let me go."
"Isn't there the Olympics this year? Yang Feng should still be a player of the right age, right?"
"It's true that Yang Feng is a player of the right age, but the problem is that the Chinese Olympic team did not qualify for the qualifiers..."
The penguin group that had been noisy just now suddenly fell silent.
Well, we can’t play in the World Cup, and we can’t even play in the Olympics.
"I haven't cared about the national football team for a long time. Wasn't there a saying in the past that the national youth team is world-class, the national youth team is Asian-class, the national football team is catastrophic, and so on? Now the national Olympic team is also stretched?"
"You also said that this happened before!"
"Wouldn't it be nice to talk about something happy in the middle of the night? Why do you have to be so hard on yourself?"
Room 802, Qingshan Community, Jianghan City, Gan Province.
Yang Yunsong had been suppressing his voice, but now he couldn't bear it anymore, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Good boy! I knew it! I knew it!"
Su Jing, who had been eavesdropping in the room, finally couldn't help but come out, pretending to rub her eyes while complaining: "Why are you so crazy in the middle of the night? If you don't sleep with others, don't you? "
Because Yang Yunsong secretly took Yang Feng out of the country, Su Jing had always had a thorn in her heart. Especially when Yang Feng got off to a bad start, and there were jokes ridiculing him for not being able to advance alone on the Internet, the thorn pierced deeper. So recently I have been thinking about how to get my son to come to his senses and get out of the Shura field of football as soon as possible.
Yang Yunsong stepped forward, held her face in his hands, and kissed her hard on the lips, "Honey, look at your son, he is promising! He is really promising."
Su Jing broke away and glared at him fiercely, "I know, I say it every day, isn't it just another goal?"
"No, no, no, it's not just scoring goals, it's that kind of... how can I tell you... spirit, you know? That kid's whole body was just glowing!"
Su Jing laughed in anger.
Although Yang Yunsong's words were confusing and nondescript, the husband and wife were of the same mind, plus they had taught Chinese for decades and had full reading comprehension, so of course they understood Yang Yunsong's meaning.
But even though I was happy, I still poked him hard on the forehead with my index finger, "If you don't know what to say, don't talk nonsense!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Yang Yunsong's and her cell phones rang almost at the same time.
The two looked at each other, understanding each other tacitly.
There are always a few fans among so many colleagues and friends.
"Old Yang? Just look at it, haha, it's okay, it's okay, you didn't embarrass me."
"Xiao Li, haven't you slept yet? Well, okay, he still has a lot to learn..."
For the first time, Su Jing felt that letting the brat play football wasn't the wrong choice...
On the other side, the entire Allianz Arena was similar. It was quiet almost instantly, and then various sounds slowly started to sound.
In the visiting team's fan area, the Chinese fans were almost crazy, and the voices of "Yang Feng" and "Yang Feng" could not be heard.
They held their heads high and kept waving the national flags in their hands, as if they were playing a national team game off the field.
Other fans were shouting "Yang" and "Yang" randomly, but after hearing this, they also shouted their full names.
Raul rushed towards Yang Feng like crazy, and when he got close, he pounced on him.
Yang Feng groaned, quickly took a step back, sat down on his horse, opened his hands to catch Raul who rushed up, and the two hugged each other in a very eye-catching posture.
Huntelaar also rushed over, trying to hang up as expected, but found that there was no room left.
There was jubilation on the Schalke 04 bench. Stevens clenched his fists and kept mumbling something.
"Yang used his tireless running to create an opportunity! He created a penalty kick, scored a goal, and assisted a goal. All three of Schalke 04's goals were related to him! Without Yang, Schalke 04 would have been very possible. Going home with a two-goal deficit."
Heynckes was expressionless and just played another card, replacing Muller with Tymoshchuk.
Muller left the field quickly, but Schalke 04's celebration seemed to be endless. Lahm also knew that it was useless to talk in the past, and maybe they would find an opportunity to have a few more arguments. A few minutes passed, so He quickly ran over to find the referee and asked the referee to negotiate.
The game started again. Without Stevens' instructions, all Schalke 04 players retreated. Raul, Huntelaar and Yang Feng also returned to their own half to help defend.
They just harassed outside the penalty area. The most important thing was their deterrence on counterattacks, which prevented Bayern from attacking wholeheartedly. The real defense still had to rely on teammates in the midfield and backfield.
Star cards can only be replaced before playing. Whether it is starting, substituting or halftime, as long as there is no official appearance in the game, they can be replaced. However, this cannot be done during the time on the court. You can only equip new cards, so Yang Feng cannot do it now. Change Fan Zhiyi's star card to the defensive column, otherwise he can make some real contributions on the defensive end.
"Congratulations on assisting your teammates to score the go-ahead goal in a key game and earning 2 points. Current points: 9."
The previous assists could not bring points. Yang Feng thought that he could only rely on scoring goals in the future. Unexpectedly, this assist gave him a surprise. It seems that it is not that assists cannot score, but that unimportant assists are not included in the statistics. .
He has been using the system for nearly a year. Every time he thinks he has a thorough understanding of the system, something will come out of the system that exceeds his expectations. It is quite "the system has the final right of interpretation. You can play it however you like." Just play how you want.”
