"You opened the scoring for the team in the Europa League final and gained 2 points. Current points: 3"
"Yang Feng's 14th goal in the Europa League ranks third in the Europa League and UEFA Cup single-season scoring lists, second only to Klinsmann, who scored 15 goals in a single season, and Klinsmann, who scored 17 goals. Falcao."
Falcao's record is still three full points away, and it is basically impossible to break it.
Yang Feng was a little hurt, but what he didn't know was that Falcao was even more hurt.
He is obviously the record holder, but this season he was stepped on by Yang Feng. In today's head-to-head duel, he was completely suppressed by Yang Feng who performed well, which made him feel very ashamed.
If a tiger doesn't show off its power, it can easily be mistaken for Hello Kitty.
However, everyone knows that Falcao's sluggish performance is mainly due to tactics. Now that Atletico Madrid is lagging behind, they must attack. The long-awaited striker showdown has finally arrived.
But this time it was Stevens' turn to start the dog.
Although he did not immediately replace the offensive players with defensive players, after Yang Feng scored, he immediately ordered the two full-backs to reduce their forward penetration. Matipuma was also asked to stay in the penalty area when moving forward. Anyway, defense is the first priority. Fight slowly and consume slowly. The opponent should be worried now. When they make a mistake in their busy schedule, it will be time to expand the results.
It's a little bit vulgar, but for the championship, it's not shabby.
What he didn't know was that many fans had no confidence in his defense at all.
"Bless me, Brother Monkey. I don't expect Yang Feng to break the record. I will just stick to the 1-0 score until the end of the game and don't have any more accidents."
"If nothing else, an accident is about to happen."
"This magical language..."
"Looking forward to the battle! One to zero to death!"
Yang Feng's task was to cooperate with Raul, control the midfield, and slow down the rhythm as much as possible.
In Stevens' words, "Since I can take you, bring more."
The most unpopular thing on the court is this kind of lone ranger who abandons his teammates and only cares about his own enjoyment. But Yang Feng is now ordered to dribble. Not only do everyone dare not have any objections, but they also have to protect him and play. That's called depression.
Atletico Madrid was also disgusted, but the audience liked this. Yang Feng felt like a showman. A subtle move and a flash of inspiration could attract bursts of applause, but after the applause, he had no interest in the game. Help, just a few more minutes was successfully wasted.
The Atletico Madrid players gradually lost patience and their movements became louder and louder. The Sand Mine people were not vegetarians either, so they just fought back.
The game began to go in the direction that Simeone had hoped for before the game, but it was not led by him, which made the newly-debuted bandit coach slightly uneasy.
In the 36th minute of the game, Yang Feng dribbled the ball in a 360-degree circle to get rid of Mario Suarez, and then passed Gabi with a kick through the crotch. Unfortunately, the ball was cut off by Miranda and the attack ended in vain;
In the 39th minute of the game, Héwedes passed the ball directly to Yang Feng after stealing the ball. Yang Feng hit the ball with Farfan and was knocked down by Juanfran at the front of the penalty area. Schalke 04 got a free pass in the frontcourt. Ball opportunity.
Fuchs's free kick hit the goal directly and was easily confiscated by Courtois.
Yang Feng touched his chin.
Schalke 04's free kicks are mainly taken by Farfan and Fuchs, but the quality of their free kicks is actually not very good. He can actually steal this job.
Although there is no free kick yet, and the quality of his free kicks is only average, he can strengthen his free kick practice first. When the time comes, he will not be too abrupt if he suddenly hits the target at a hundred steps...
In the 42nd minute of the game, Falcao quickly got rid of Hegel and pushed the ball into the lower left corner of the goal. Atsuhito Uchida blocked the ball with a sliding tackle, and the football was passed to Djokovic's feet.
Draxler ran from the wing, but was blocked by Juanfran, and could only pass back to Yang Feng.
Yang Feng, Raul and Matip slowly moved backwards in the midfield, suddenly accelerated past Gabi, and then made a long pass to Huntelaar in the penalty area.
Huntelaar and Godin jumped up to compete for the top. Neither of them hit the ball, but they both rolled to the ground.
After standing up, each one became more excited than the other and blamed each other for the foul.
"He pulls people!"
"He pushed me!"
"He pulled my penis."
"He...fuck, I didn't!"
"That's enough!" The referee hurriedly ran from the midfield, not even breathing yet, and in a very unhappy mood, "Stop your poor performance! Otherwise, I don't mind letting you go off the field to calm down!"
The two shrugged and glared at each other before reluctantly walking away.
The goal kick was taken, and the poor referee jogged to the midfield, and ended up running right into the scene of the crime.
Hegel blocked his position, grabbed the ball, and immediately looked for Yang Feng.
Yang Feng cleverly leaked the ball to Raul who was behind him. Raul kicked the ball back to him. As a result, Yang Feng was viciously knocked down by Adrian running from behind as soon as Yang Feng caught the ball.
Draxler and Hegel rushed over angrily, pushing at Adrian at the same time.
Adrian groaned, sat back, and then raised his hands in surrender.
The referee put his hands on his hips and took a deep breath. Then he walked up to him and was about to raise a yellow card.
Gabi quickly held down his hand, "It's just an ordinary foul action,"
"You want one too?"
"I... don't want to." He had already received one for pulling Yang Feng, and another one would mean 88 in the finals.
"No, you want to."
"I really don't want to..." Gaby let go of his hand honestly and watched the referee flash the topaz card in his hand to Adrian.
They only received two yellow cards in the entire first half, which was quite restrained for Atletico Madrid.
Schalke 04 took a free kick near the center circle. Farfan chose to hang it directly into the penalty area, but the football was pushed out and passed to Yang Feng.
Yang Feng has little organizational and threading abilities. To get the ball in the midfield and frontcourt, he basically relies on his ability to dribble and protect the ball or cooperate with his teammates in a small area.
He held the ball at the edge of Atletico Madrid's penalty area and ran sideways, sometimes even bringing it back. He carried the ball for more than two minutes without losing the ball. However, Atletico Madrid also showed considerable patience and made no foul or mistake. Seeing that the dribbling space was almost sealed, Yang Feng quickly kicked the ball in front of the goal.
The ball seemed to be passed and shot, but Huntelaar just fulfilled his obligation, made a perfunctory dive and touched the football with his hair, indicating that he had done everything he should do, and that the ball did not go in because of the pass. The too spicy chicken.
At the last moment of the first half, Atletico Madrid used all their lives and attacked forward wildly.
Raul had already expected it, and called his teammates to return to defense. He held on to the last moment and the two sides returned to the locker room with a score of 1-0.
Stevens was quite satisfied with the result, but the coaching staff was divided on whether to stick to the 1-0 score in the second half.
"We can't take any chances."
"One to zero is a risk! There are forty-five minutes left in the game! Don't you know what our defense looks like? Do you think we can withstand Atletico Madrid's impact for forty-five minutes?"
"Why not? Yang can hold the ball in the midfield..."
"Do you want him to be deposed? Don't tell me you can't guess what Simeone will do!"
"Okay, gentlemen," Stevens rubbed his brows, "We are in the lead now, and they are the ones who should have the headache, but I also think that a score of 1 to 0 is not safe. How about... we bet A handful?"
"How to bet?"
"Just bet two to zero," Stevens said. "Of course, if you lose, it might be one to one."
"You are the boss and you have the final say, but I still insist on strengthening the defense. Even if we play in a 10-0-0 formation, as long as we can win, who cares how the victory comes."
"Then wait until the day you become the head coach and then try your 10-0-0..."
After making up his mind, Stevens no longer hesitated, came to the disciples, and said loudly: "Well done, guys, we gave them a surprise in the second half."
"Huh?" Everyone's eyes lit up.
No one likes to be beaten passively, even if it is to win.
"The one-to-zero doctrine does not apply to our team, so at the beginning of the second half, we are going to steal one. Yang, I need you to return to a position you are more familiar with."
"OK, I also like to be closer to the goal."
After speaking, he opened the system panel and began to change the card.
Ball feel: Berbatov(s)--》Isco(s);
Agility: Quaresma (s)--"None (a);
Dribbling: Isco(s)--》Quaresma(s);
Smell in front of the door: None (b)--》Li Jinyu (a);
Shot in the penalty area: Li Jinyu (a)--" Berbatov (s).
Atletico Madrid thought that everyone was like them, eagerly looking forward to the end of the game after scoring a goal. Who knew that as soon as the whistle sounded in the second half, Schalke 04 rushed towards their half like a pack of wolves hunting. passed.
Farfan dribbled the ball from the right, Raul in the center, Fuchs and Draxler on the left, Raul in the center and even Matip rushed forward. Together with Huntelaar and Yang Feng, Schalke started In the first wave of attacks, 8 troops were directly invested.
The fans at the scene looked down from a high place and could clearly feel the invincible momentum of the whole army attacking.
The Atletico Madrid players, who had just been stirred up by Simeone's words in the locker room, never dreamed that Schalke 04 would dare to play such a game.
The army pressed on the border and was caught off guard.
"Don't mess up!" Gabi quickly shouted, "The center backs are optimistic about Yang and Huntelaar, and the others should not lose their positions!"
After saying that, he rushed towards Farfan.
Farfan was so ambitious that without saying a word, he accelerated straight after passing the ball, but he didn't expect that Gabi reacted equally quickly and immediately turned around and got close to him.
Farfan tried various moves, but could not get rid of his entanglement, so he could only protect the ball and pull back.
"koolt zaak!" Stevens said in his native language.
Even though he is so arrogant in the locker room, he is actually also afraid of being bullied if the argument fails. Once Farfan is stopped, the fast break will be impossible, and his side will be the one to fall.
Two common sayings flashed through He Shi and Zhang Lu's minds.
【Stealing the chicken will lose the rice. 】
【Cleverness is mistaken for cleverness! 】
He Shi said: "Farfan was entangled by Gabi, and Schalke was strangled as soon as Schalke's offensive started. Don't panic at this time, you must control the ball, others hit behind... Oops! As soon as I finished speaking..."
Raul came to take over, but before Farfan could release the ball, Gabi used a fierce tackle to break the ball from his feet.
"God! What is he doing?"
"It's over! Stevens is too risky!"
"Why not let Yang dribble the ball?"
The football was passed into the Schalke half and Arda Turan took the ball.
Hegel tried to stop him with a foul, but Turan gave him no chance and immediately found Diego with a cross.
Falcao made a wide circle and turned into Schalke's penalty area from the gap left by Fuchs.
Hewedes got rid of him as soon as he took two steps forward, and Diego's through ball came just in time.
"Diego made a direct pass and Falcao got the ball in the penalty area! Only Atsuhito Uchida is left!"
As soon as Atsuhito Uchida arrived, before he could stabilize his center of gravity, Falcao made a sudden change of direction and knocked him to the ground.
Before Onnerstaal had time to decide whether to attack, Falcao had already made the choice for him with a powerful shot.
"Goal!! Falcao! The Tigers attacked and hit the target! Just one minute into the second half, Atletico Madrid tied the score! This is definitely a decision-making error. What is Stevens doing?!"
"Stevens failed to take the risk and the score was tied. His tactics were a disaster..."
Falcao ran into the goal, picked up the football, and quickly ran towards the midfield.
One ball is not enough!
His teammates rushed up to him, gave him high fives, and then quickly set up their formation.
Atletico Madrid fans in the stands and bench were in an uproar. Simeone clenched his fist and punched the air hard.
The faces of the Schalke players were full of confusion, and even Höwedes and Raul seemed to have not recovered from the sudden turn of events.
Stevens showed no emotion, just waved his hands and shouted: "Go on!"
Yang Feng grabbed Draxler and said, "Let's change places later."
"Ah?" Xiaode was dumbfounded, "How do I change it?"
"Watch my movement. When I go to your side, you go to the penalty area."
Xiaode's eyes lit up, "So you will give me an assist?"
Yang Feng hesitated to speak, but finally gave him a white lie, "Yes, believe me, you will fall in love with the forward profession."
"Then you might lose your job..."
The game started again. Schalke 04 did not dare to attack with an entire army this time, but Fuchs still rushed out this time.
Raul passed the ball after receiving Huntelaar's back pass.
As soon as Fuchs got the ball, he began to face Adrian's pressure. He was about to pass the ball over the top to Draxler in front of him. Who knew that Draxler ran suddenly and rushed directly to the front line.
Fuchs was dumbfounded.
Fortunately, Yang Feng arrived in time, "Here."
Fuchs heard the sound of nature and immediately passed the ball.
Gabi followed Yang Feng closely, staring closely at Yang Feng's movements.
Yang Feng stopped the ball, turned around, faced Gabi, and quickly started riding his bicycle.
Seeing this familiar scene, Schalke 04 fans were happy.
This is the Yang Feng they are familiar with.
Although Yang Feng dribbled very fiercely in the first half, his moves lacked a sense of freedom and ease. It was a completely different style from now.
Today's dribbling feels very "American", or in other words, very South American.
In fact, Quaresma, who is a gypsy, does have a free and wild wildness in his playing style, otherwise he would not have the nickname "Mustang".
Gabby couldn't stand it anymore after taking advantage of the four-legged bicycle. In the process of grabbing the ball, Yang Feng used the instep of his outside foot to pass the ball.
This time Yang Feng did not go to the middle, but ran along the left wing with the ball.
Juanfran came up with a merciless sliding tackle, but Yang Feng also poked the ball with the outside of his instep, letting the ball roll past him. He himself ran out of bounds and bypassed Juanfran. Then continue to move forward with the ball.
"Pass the ball!" Raul also knew the level of his feet and didn't dare to let him take him any further, so he quickly came over from the center to pick up the ball.
Yang Feng quickly passed the ball out with a short pass, and then went straight into the penalty area.
Draxler was stunned.
"Should I go back to the left or stay in the penalty area..."
Raul didn't dare stick to the ball, so he gave it to Farfan after a moment of overdoing it.
Farfan had just gotten into trouble and was doubting his life. After getting the ball, he immediately passed the blame to Uchida Atsuto who came in from behind.
Atsuhito Uchida dribbled the ball from the right and reached the bottom line before crossing the middle.
Felipe, who came to block it, turned around and looked at the football flying past his eyes, his expression changed drastically, "Stop Yang Feng!"
Yang Feng stood on the left side of the small penalty area, neither running nor jumping, but just stopped the ball with a high-leg action.
The football bounced to about half a meter in front of him and bounced slightly.
Only then did Yang Feng lazily take a step forward and lift his outer instep.
The football drew an obvious arc and got into the blind corner of the goal in Courtois' eyes as if he was heartbroken.
2-1.
"The ball went in, and it was Yang Feng again! He scored twice! As quiet as a virgin, and as active as a runaway rabbit! He first galloped around Atletico Madrid's wing like a wild horse, and then like a calm assassin. , see the blood and seal your throat."
Zhang Lu was not as elegant as He Shi. If the situation wasn't right, he would have even wanted to say "F*ck", but now facing the national audience, he could only sigh, "Oh, this pass, this shot, really It’s amazing, this kid Yang Feng is really not simple..."
Yang Feng seemed to have become lazy even in celebrating. He walked slowly to the sidelines, faced the audience, and calmly raised his hands in the air.
It was as if he was the only one left in the entire stadium, isolated and independent.
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