Huntelaar ran over and jumped directly on Yang Feng.
The smelly sweat on Yang Feng's body was suffocating...
Atletico Madrid didn't want to give them any time to celebrate. Gabi was depressed for a while and then came over and shouted: "Get up! Kick off!"
Yang Feng glanced at him speechlessly, pushed Huntelaar away, stood up and slowly walked to the sidelines, opening his arms to accept the cheers of the fans.
Fans are going to vomit.
"Who is going to save the child? Is this a school team-level celebration?"
"I seriously agree. Who can help Fengzi design a celebration move? This is really too low."
"That's right, what's the use of being handsome and not showing off?"
"Isn't it cool to kneel down and glide? I also want to see the three stripes."
"Go directly to the palace after gliding?"
"Are you thinking wrong? The two bars are the knees and calves, and the third bar is where the toes hang out, right?"
"Then the question is, does Yang Feng only have one toe?"
"One of them coincides with the knee."
"Liar! The third one was drawn by Xiao Fengfeng!"
"Damn it! I give you full marks for this celebration!"
"My Brother Feng's cards!"
Yang Feng didn't know that his celebration was being criticized. He still opened his arms and slightly closed his eyes to accept the cheers of the fans, feeling very good about himself.
But the next second, his feet were grabbed by something.
Looking down, Huntelaar ran over at some point, knelt on one knee next to him, and was pulling his right foot to his knee.
Only then did he remember the bet the two of them had made. Whoever scores the goal first would kneel down on one knee to clean the shoe of the other who helped score the goal.
Brother Monkey had already given up, but now he is convinced and admits defeat.
Huntelaar himself actually has 6 Europa League goals, ranking fifth in the scorer list. Coupled with the status of the Bundesliga Golden Boot, his action is not light.
"Golden boot! Yang Feng not only conquered his opponents, but also his teammates, and he was the teammate who scored 44 goals in the season!"
33 goals and 11 assists in the league, 6 goals and 2 assists in the Europa League, 5 goals and 1 assist in the German Cup. Although the German Cup is relatively watery, four of the goals came when the team beat the team 11-1. He scored as an amateur team, but Huntelaar's 33 goals in the Bundesliga could have competed for the European Golden Boot in previous years.
It's a pity that one person is too perverted this year. He scored a full 23 goals in other competitions. He even scored an unprecedented 50 goals in La Liga, which directly raised the level of the European Golden Boot to the atmosphere. Otherwise, this time Not the Bundesliga Golden Boot, but the European Golden Boot!
Schalke fans were completely relieved.
The score was once again exceeded only in one aspect. The happiest thing was to see the team's two top shooters getting along harmoniously without any nonsense like fighting for class and power.
Huntelaar's interruption seemed to be endless. Gabi wanted to drag Yang Feng back to kick off the ball, but he was afraid that he would not be able to help himself. Thinking that he already had a yellow card, the risk was too high, so he simply left. Courtois, who was closest to him, said: "Drive them back and kick off."
Courtois jogged to Yang Feng's side, "Hey! Start quickly, don't waste time!"
Farfan took a look, good guy, want to cause trouble? Welcome!
He quickly ran up and stretched out his hand to tease Courtois, but Courtois was two meters tall and Farfan was only 1.74 meters tall. He had to stand on tiptoes to reach his chin. It was much weaker than before, and its lethality was not as great as Yang Feng's light words.
"...so anxious? You didn't pick up the ball enough, did you?"
"..." Courtois suddenly wanted to hit someone.
Played sixteen games in the Europa League, kept an opponent's seal in eight games, allowed only one goal in six games, and allowed two goals in only two games. He was the goalkeeper who conceded the fewest goals among all teams. I originally thought that even if he couldn't After winning the championship, he became the best goalkeeper in the cup. Unexpectedly, he lost four in this game.
It's all related to Yang Feng.
Three of them were shot directly, and the remaining one was also caused by this guy's cross in front of the goal.
A lifelong enemy!
Juanfran also knew that this kind of thing would become more and more chaotic, so it was most reliable to go to the referee. However, the referee was still very humane and allowed Schalke to celebrate a little longer before going to interrupt.
Atletico Madrid's players returned to their positions early, while Schalke's players returned in a walking style.
Huntelaar patted the back of Yang Feng's head, "There are still ten minutes left. Try to break that tiger's record?"
Yang Feng was unable to complain, "Thank you for thinking so highly of me..."
He has already scored sixteen goals, surpassing Klinsmann. He needs to score one more to equal Falcao's 17 goals in a single season, and two more to break his record.
There were only about ten minutes left in the game, and his stamina bar was empty again. He scored two more, obviously because he wanted to eat shit.
The game started again, and this time even Huntelaar ran back to join the defense, leaving Yang Feng alone at the front as the mascot.
"Schalke 04 put up a 9-0-1 formation..."
"When playing to this level, it's basically a competition between will and luck... Oops! What a good shot! Falcao's mentality is a bit unbalanced. It might be better to organize this ball better..."
"Metzelder! He blocked the ball with his body again! How old is Metzelder?"
"30...Oh, your birthday is only 10 days away, but you can still be considered 30 years old. Can you call yourself a veteran?"
"The veteran takes action, one is worth two."
He Shi and Zhang Lu sang together and were extremely relaxed, naturally because the situation on the field was very powerful for Schalke 04.
Even if Yang Feng just stood there, Atletico Madrid didn't dare to attack boldly. They were really afraid of being beaten. In addition, Simeone was sent off, and there was no one to stabilize the military morale on the sidelines. The players were all doing their own things. The war becomes bigger and more chaotic.
Time passed by one minute and one second. After the 90-minute game, the referee only gave 8 minutes of stoppage time. Simeone was so angry that he kicked the floor hard again.
In the second minute of stoppage time, Atletico Madrid could not attack for a long time and made a mistake instead.
Alda Turan made a mistake in a cross pass, and the football was kicked directly to Jones' feet.
Jones was overjoyed and kicked the football toward midfield without a second thought.
Yang Feng, who had just regained his breath, started to chase after him.
As soon as the ball caught up, it was another one-on-one shot. Unfortunately, Gabi didn't give him this chance and knocked him to the ground without the ball.
Yang Feng rolled twice on the ground, jumped up quickly, and bumped into him.
The two were grabbing each other's necks and pushing each other, like two angry lions.
Everyone was not used to quarreling in English, so they simply greeted each other in their native languages. It was like a chicken talking like a duck, and the quarrel turned out to be quite immersive.
The referee quickly rushed over to separate the people and showed Gabi a second yellow card.
Simeone in the stands sneered and nodded, raised his hands in front of him and clapped, obviously extremely dissatisfied with the referee's decision...
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