"Yang Feng's free kick hit the wall. I have to say that Schalke 04 should really study how to score through free kicks. Last season, they didn't even score a direct goal with any free kick. The number of goals scored by ball cooperation is only three. This is not just a matter of wasting opportunities, but when you cannot create a threat through free kicks, the opponent will be unscrupulous when fouling. On the contrary, when you have a free kick in your team, When the ball master is playing, any defensive player will become timid when defending near the penalty area, which is also a kind of protection for the offensive players..."
"Yang Feng touched the ball three times, one was a sudden shot that almost helped the team get a dream start, one was a yellow card for Gundogan in the opening stage, and the other was a direct shot from a free kick. His condition was so good explode."
This is indeed good news for Schalke, but the bad news is that except for Yang Feng, everyone else seems to be offline.
Another good news is that not only is the state of his own players not right, but the state of Dortmund's players also seems to be very bad.
A good Ruhr area derby, a strong matchup and a dream opening game as promised, but it turned out to be a bad match.
The two sides were unable to enter the state, and the result was that Yang Feng's long-distance raid in the opening stage became the only highlight of the game in the first ten minutes.
Stevens had no choice but to take advantage of the dead ball and call Yang Feng to the sidelines.
"Yang, retreat and play in midfield!"
"Midfielder? Me?"
It’s not that he has never played in the midfield. After all, he can hold the ball, but the midfielder does not just need to be able to dribble. Vision, overall view, passing and series attack abilities are the key. In these aspects, Yang Feng None of them are on the table.
"Yes, I need you to use your personal ability to activate the midfield. They are playing like a bunch of dogs!" Stevens probably knew that what he said was a bit too much. In the end, he simply put his hand to his mouth before gritting his teeth. He roared out the thoughts in his heart.
"...You just want me to be a troublemaker?"
"Why do you think that?"
"Isn't that what you mean? Do you still want me to challenge a group of them alone?"
"No!" Stevens vehemently denied it, but that's actually what he meant. It's just that the last thing every head coach wants to highlight is the personal role of the star, because that will make his tactics fail and make him look like a waste.
"Okay, that's it," Yang Feng understood instantly, "Thank you for thinking so highly of me."
"You can do it," Stevens pushed hard, "show them the strength of the best rookie!"
"The best players in the world don't have this ability."
The best player in the Bundesliga last season was Reus, but he seemed invisible in the first ten minutes, and it was obvious that he had not been able to fully integrate into the team.
In the entire Bundesliga, the only ones who can dare to say that they can defeat a team on their own are probably Robben and Franck Ribery who are in explosive form.
Raul is known as a forward, but when he plays 4-3-3, he actually does most of the midfield work. Seeing Yang Feng move back to a position almost parallel to himself, he thought the head coach had some instructions. He conveyed, but as soon as this kid opened his mouth, he was almost mad to death, "The coach asked me to teach you how to play midfield."
"You?" Raul glanced at him, then pointed at himself, "Teach me to play midfielder?"
Yang Feng nodded seriously, "Yes."
"It's not enough to steal a free kick, but you also need to steal a position?"
"Who told you that you can't play well?" Yang Feng said, "I gave you a chance, but you failed."
"Then I'll go up front?"
"No, you stay to assist me."
"..." Raul looked at him suspiciously, "Are you sure that's what the coach said?"
"Of course...the ball is coming."
The ball flew up from the backcourt, but it was a bit too far away and headed outside the boundary.
Yang Feng ran for a while and finally arrived before the football went out of bounds, but of course Dortmund would not miss a man as big as him, so Turner immediately caught up with him in a hurry.
The football has fallen to about the knee. Berbatov's stop was not blocked. Yang Feng jumped up slightly and stopped the ball directly with the outside of his right foot.
"Reincarnation Paradise"
The man and the ball landed together, and then he tapped his right foot again, and the football flew directly over Lettner's head.
Lai Turner suddenly stopped and turned around. Yang Feng had already caught up with the football. After stopping the ball again with a magnet on his foot, he dribbled the ball toward the baseline.
Gundogan seemed to have forgotten that he already had a yellow card, and immediately made a fierce sliding tackle.
It was too late to accelerate, so Yang Feng could only step on the ball and pull back, dodge his tackle, and then pull the ball and turn around.
"Exquisite cooperation from Gundogan and Yang Feng, a Marseille maneuver that seems to have been practiced countless times! Yang Feng connected with the two and continued to run along the wing."
Raul ran parallel in the middle, but at a slower speed and slightly behind.
Uchida Atsuhito ran up to meet him and was directly behind Yang Feng.
Raul knew what kind of virtue Yang Feng had when he brought the ball. He was completely bowing his head. He would not raise his head until the earth exploded. He quickly reminded loudly: "Uchida is behind you!"
Yang Feng was about to hit Schmelzer. After hearing this, he knocked the ball back without hesitation, and then he flew around Schmelzer and ran behind him.
Behind him, Uchida Atsuto just passed Gundogan and passed the ball towards the football.
The football passed over Schmelzer's head and landed in front of Yang Feng.
Schmelzer immediately raised his hand, "Offside! Offside!"
The linesman stared at Yang Feng closely, not even bothering him.
"Beautiful! Yang Feng passed the ball past Marseille and connected with the two people. Then, like eyes on the back of his head, he passed the ball to Uchida Atsuto with his heel. Uchida Atsushi passed an overhead ball. Hummels and Pioneer Szczek's position was obviously delayed and the ball was not offside!"
"Huntelaar is running, Raul and Draxler also entered the penalty area, this is a four-on-three!"
Hummels, Piszczek, Subotic VS Huntelaar, Raul, Draxler and Yang Feng, no matter how they defend, they can only hope that Gundogan and Gerard will catch up behind them. Ross Croyinz and others, but Yang Feng didn't even pause when facing the overhead ball passed by Uchida Atsuto. He cut the ball directly into the penalty area, then raised his right foot and made Shooting action.
Hummels couldn't care about Huntelaar anymore and rushed to block it.
"Be careful with fake moves!"
"He wants to pass!"
Hummels and his teammates made the same judgment.
They had carefully studied Yang Feng's style before the game, and of course they knew that his urine quality was definitely the type that even the referee thought about missing before shooting, so this time the blocking was not so decisive, but reserved for the second There is room for grabs every time.
But Yang Feng really hit the goal.
In a less than ideal position, he directly hit a high-quality curve ball.
Weidenfeller reacted and immediately jumped to save the ball. Unfortunately, he reached the limit and failed to touch the football.
"xiu~~"
The familiar sound of football hitting the net, although subtle, reached his ears clearly...
