Courtois quickly stood up, and Godin was carried off the field for treatment.
Felipe threw a side ball, and Diego got the ball and drove perfunctorily into the Schalke 04 penalty area, handing the ball back to them.
The most depressing thing about playing against a team like Atletico Madrid is that they are obviously overpowering the opponent and beating them hard, giving the impression that the final score of 10:0 would not be too much, but the result is that they often end up falling behind without paying attention. It became their own side, so taking advantage of the opponent's lack of a central defender, Schalke 04 stepped up their offensive, hoping to get him before Godin comes on or Simeone makes a substitution.
Otherwise, if a team that is good at counter-attacking is allowed to score first, the game will become very difficult.
Yang Feng was also driven near the penalty area by Stevens, and Schalke 04 played the simplest and most direct long pass.
Stevens was still dreaming about killing him while he was sick, but little did he know that this was playing into Simeone's hands.
Without Godin, he still has Gabi, Juanfran, Miranda, etc. Anyway, the last thing this defense is afraid of is rough work, especially when Schalke 04 does not have a high center forward or a header expert.
The situation did develop as he thought. Schalke 04 failed to find its own man with three consecutive long passes. When Godin returned to the court after simple treatment, Atletico Madrid also launched a counterattack.
Juanfran almost snatched the pass from Marty Pu from Yang Feng and gave the ball to Alda Turan.
Turan ran with the ball down the wing, then passed it directly to Diego, who then passed it directly to Falcao.
"Mattipu was about to look for Yang Feng again, but the ball was intercepted by Juanfran. Atletico Madrid counterattacked sharply! Turan...Diego...Falcao! Falcao took the ball from the right side of the penalty area! Schalke Danger!"
Falcao dribbled the ball and quickly cut into the penalty area. Fuchs quickly stepped forward to block it, but Falcao made a simple change of direction and wiped it cleanly.
Finished...
After passing Fuchs, only the goalkeeper was left between Falcao and the goal.
If it were an anime, then there should be a phantom of a tiger pouncing behind Falcao. Even in reality, some middle-aged guys have automatically made up a picture of a tiger roaring behind him.
It's a pity that Atletico Madrid is not the only one with predators. As one of the two representatives of German football in the European war, Schalke 04 did not disgrace the name of the German tank. Just when the football left Falcao's feet, Sand Mine captain Hwedes suddenly burst out from the side and pushed the ball over the baseline with his head.
Although they were not rushing towards the football, everyone still seemed to hear a "bang" sound similar to the sound of a watermelon exploding.
There was a moment of silence on the court, and then various noises started.
"This... is so brave! Is it worth it?"
"Well done Hevedes!"
"This is Hevedes! This is our captain!"
"What a pity. The goalkeeper would never be able to save the ball if it passed."
"Another one will be carried out..."
Hverdes did not stand up immediately. Hegel and Onnerstall hurried over. As soon as Hegel squatted down, he quickly stood up and reached out to call the team doctor.
The team doctor quickly came on the scene and did a brief examination. Hevedes had regained consciousness and sat up, but the team doctor still insisted on letting him off the field for further observation.
"I know my own body..."
"Don't take your life seriously!" 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 it, does he have a bomb under his feet..."
Hvedez was carried to the sidelines on a stretcher, cursing, and the assistant coach hurried over to inquire about the situation.
In view of the fact that Yang Feng did not take advantage of someone's danger and hit the goal just now, Atletico Madrid fans felt regretful and generously applauded Hewedes.
Originally thought it would be a match between Mars and the Earth, it suddenly felt like a friendly match.
On the court, Falcao shook his head helplessly and sighed, then came to the back of the goal and prepared for a corner kick.
"Atletico Madrid played a simple but successful counterattack. Falcao had already had an excellent shooting opportunity, but Hévédez was not afraid to block the ball with his head. Both players proved with their bravery Determined to win the championship! Atletico Madrid got a corner kick, let’s see how they handle it..."
Yang Feng and Huntelaar came to the top of the penalty area. One was responsible for defending Diego, and the other was secretly prepared to sprint and seize the opportunity to counterattack at any time.
Turan made a pass from the left, looking for Adrian at the front point.
Adrian jumped high and headed the ball onto the crossbar.
"Oh~~The crossbar rejected Adrian's shot! He was one centimeter away from the goal...and! Diego!"
The football bounced out and landed in the middle of the penalty area.
Diego rushed in early and prepared to head the ball towards the goal, but Yang Feng came first and got in front of him, jumped up hard and headed the ball to the right side of the penalty area.
Atsuhito Uchida got the ball and hit the ball directly to the center with a diagonal pass.
Huntelaar was like a sharp arrow leaving the string, and immediately rushed out with the ball.
After Yang Feng landed, he immediately turned around and rushed forward, and Farfan stepped forward to support him. But just when they were about to catch up with Huntelaar, this idiot actually shot directly...
Courtois didn't know if it was to get a clearer view, but he ran into the middle of the penalty area just now, and now he had to accept the test of the Dutch hunter's lob.
All the fans stood up, and the two coaches seemed to have been immobilized. They remained motionless, with only their heads moving along with the trajectory of the football.
"Huntelaar's lob from midfield! Schalke 04's scoring chance!"
"The Dutch are so bold! It's a shame to waste opportunities. This shot is just a joke!"
The same shot resulted in two different views. All the commentators' buttocks were crooked. The difference was just whether they were overtly crooked or covertly crooked.
This time the words of the Spanish commentator apparently came true.
The football didn't even hit the crossbar and flew directly over the goal and out of the baseline.
"What a shame! Just lower the ball a little lower and it'll be there!"
"Did Huntelaar be infected by Yang? I remember the Chinese also had a shot like this."
Huntelaar had just used the three consecutive moves of the national football team to shrug and spit, and then he all received disdainful looks from his teammates.
He said harshly: "That's an opportunity..."
Yang Feng said: "It means you are not good at seizing opportunities?"
"You still have the nerve to laugh at me?" Huntelaar said, "I learned it from you."
"If you don't learn all the good ones, learn the bad ones?"
"Is there anything good in you?"
"Is it difficult to admit that others are good?"
"If the other person you are 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 advantages."
"Damn!" Yang Feng turned into a gambling dog, "Do you dare to gamble?"
"What bet?"
"Whoever scores the goal first has to clean his shoes."
Huntelaar sneered, "Kneel down on one knee!"
"Okay! I will print out that scene and hang it on the wall of my house."
"What the hell! So cruel?" Brother Monkey suddenly had a bad feeling.
"It's indeed a bit cruel..." Yang Feng thought for a while, "Forget it, I'll let you go, let's make it a mobile phone wallpaper."
"...I thank you!"
After saying that, I felt something was wrong. I seemed to be led astray by this kid. Why did Mao 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 must have heard a few words and looked at them like idiots.
Courtois took the goal kick with a big kick.
The football lands at midfield.
Heger and Suarez fought together, but no one took advantage. Farfan got the ball and kicked it to the right.
Atsuhito Uchida stepped in from behind, gave the ball a heavy kick, and then started running along the wing.
Yang Feng's outburst was both exciting and motivating for Uchida. After correcting his mentality, he made rapid progress. This side attack was quite similar to Cafu's. First, he changed direction at high speed and passed Adrian, and then passed the ball with a long pass. It hit Draxler's head in the penalty area as if he was equipped with gbs.
Druid had no 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 ball, but everyone at Atletico Madrid, from the coach to the players to the fans, was like a dog.
Because the football happened to fall in front of Yang Feng.
He stopped the ball calmly, then moved the ball slightly forward, then took a two-step approach and raised his right foot.
Gabi and Juanfran pounced from directly in front of him almost at the same time.
Gabi covered his face with his hands, and Juanfran blocked Little Fran with his hands. Anyway, he had to block the shot with his body.
But the expected impact never came.
Yang Feng raised his right foot high and gently lifted the ball with his toes. 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 they can block the ball with a tilt of their heads, but by the time they tilt their heads, the football is already behind them.
Yang Feng then avoided Juanfran and went straight into the penalty area.
The ball he picked over was stopped by Raul with his chest, but Raul didn't wait for the ball to hit the ground, and gently touched the football with his left foot like a shuttlecock.
The football flew up again and landed in front of Yang Feng.
Yang Feng once again took a shooting stance.
Felipe in front of him and Courtois in front of the goal cursed in their hearts.
No one could tell whether this kid was really knocking on the door or trying to scare people, but Felipe rushed forward without hesitation.
Although he rushed forward with the determination to block the hole of the gun, he was actually convinced that Yang Feng's shot was another false shot, so he kept his eyes on the ball, preparing 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 was so excited that he decided to fake it for real. The fake shot that he promised turned out to be a volley.
Felipe didn't expect that he was serious. The football was almost coming towards his face. He couldn't hide even if he wanted to. He only had time to close his eyes like a conditioned reflex, but his face did not receive the cordial greeting from the football. There seemed to be a strong wind passing by, and then various exclamations sounded.
Courtois made a save, stretching his arms to their limit.
The moment the football flew by, the touch on his fingertips told him that he was saved!
The sound of "bang" was the sound of the football hitting the goal post, and Courtois heard the sound of nature.
But the various shouts that came in the next second told him not to be happy too early.
“goal!!!”
"Yang!!!"
"Yang Feng hit the goal with a volley, and Courtois pounced on the football, but he only changed the route of the football slightly. The football hit the inside of the goal 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 scoring the Spanish team’s goal, but the goal came from China!”
"It's Raul and Yang Feng again! This is their eighth connection this season! Yang Feng passed three balls to Raul, and Raul gave him five more!"
Yang Feng turned around and rushed towards Raoul. Unexpectedly, Raoul also turned around, leaving him with a butt.
Yang Feng laughed and jumped directly on his back.
Raul carried him and ran to the sideline, with a smile like an old father's face.
The flashlights lit up crazily, and reporters on the sidelines and fans in the stands faithfully recorded this scene with their devices. No one thought that this simple celebration of carrying someone behind would become one of the famous scenes in the Europa League. .
Everyone was in a trance, because this scene can hardly help but remind people of Sheva carrying Kaká and Ronaldinho carrying Messi...
The happiest people are the Schalke 04 fans, but the ones who feel the deepest emotions are the Mellingers.
They had also hoped to see Raul carry the next generation of Real Madrid just like Ronaldinho carried Messi at Camp Nou, but unfortunately, Real Madrid's transfer policy and team building ideas destined that this scene would never appear in the world. Bernabeu.
Raul carries Cristiano Ronaldo, it’s so annoying and nonsense just thinking about it...
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 swarmed up, surrounding Yang Feng, and their claws began to touch him.
The crowd finally dispersed, and Yang Feng quickly turned around to look for Huntelaar, only to find that this guy had already gone hiding somewhere.
He finally knew how the "daily goal of daily life: eating, sleeping and beating Huntelaar" came about, because now he also wanted to give this guy a beating.
Hewedes never thought that when he came on the field again, he would come back to celebrate the goal, and ran directly towards Yang Feng happily.
Yang Feng hugged him hard and asked concernedly: "Are you okay?"
I don't know when the bragging syndrome has spread to Hewedes. Captain Shaq put a disdainful smile on his lips and said: "It's just like a mosquito bite. What can happen?"
Yang Feng suddenly looked at each other, "...it's decided. From now on, I will only obey you when it comes to bragging."
Hwedes patted him heavily on the shoulder again, "Well done, Yang! Believe me, you are being written into the history of Schalke 04! All Schalke 04 fans will remember you, just like today German fans still miss Beckenbauer and Gerd Muller!"
"It's us."
"Yes, it's us!" Hewedes nodded heavily, "We will all become part of history!"
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