Luo Yins just finished his friendship with Wan Xiu and came to seduce Yang Feng, but Yang Feng slapped his trotters away, "You win this one, it's not over."
"Isn't it one to one?"
"I didn't score in front of you just now."
"Then you'll never have a chance," Luo Yins said with a weird smile, "How hard it is for me to think about defending you?"
Yang Feng resisted the urge to give him the middle finger, "One day I will prevent you from doubting your life."
"Don't have random dreams."
From 2012 to 2014, Royce was at his peak. He was able to put Lahm into doubt at the Allianz Arena. His target was probably Di Maria, who was the second-best winger in the world. I wanted to guard against him. It is estimated that a top defender will take action, but Yang Feng still said stubbornly: "Forwards, you must have some unrealistic confidence. What if it comes true one day?"
"You also know that you are a striker..."
When the game started again, Yang Feng finally did what a forward should do. In addition to remaining active in the midfield, he also frequently inserted himself into the penalty area to put pressure on the back line.
It's a bit like a free agent in the frontcourt.
As the first half came to an end, instead of restraining, everyone's movements became louder and louder. In the 40th minute, the referee finally took out the second yellow card.
Draxler didn't know where to put the soy sauce throughout the first half. This time it finally bubbled up. Unfortunately, it was in a rather disgraceful way. He made too many movements with his hands during the fight and directly knocked Grosskrow. Yinci fell down.
Roars and boos immediately surged from the South Stand, all greeting him.
The referee came over and a yellow card was raised high.
Draxler looked up to the sky and sighed.
"Draxler's foul was really undeserved. Not only did he get a yellow card, but he also gave his opponent a well-positioned free kick."
"Now that Wandowski and Royce stand at the penalty spot together, who will take the penalty?"
The two came together and exchanged a few words. Finally, Lai Wan walked into the restricted area, leaving Luo Yins alone.
Yang Feng was called back by Hildebrand again to form a human wall.
He is 1.82 meters tall and is considered to be above average among Schalke's main players, so he is often caught strong when defending free kicks, and he is used to it.
Luo Yins observed the goal, adjusted his position, and after the referee blew his whistle, he took a run and shot.
The football flew directly towards Yang Feng.
Yang Feng protected his chest with his right hand and his little brother with his left hand. He jumped up with all his strength and headed the ball with his eyes closed. However, only his hair slightly hit the lower part of the football. After a chill on his head, the football flew over his head.
Although he didn't block it, he relaxed a little.
At this height, it was most likely a duster. Unexpectedly, the next moment, the entire Induna Signal Park Stadium felt like a magnitude 9 earthquake, and the deafening cheers seemed to overthrow the entire stadium.
"GOALLLLLL! Marco Reus! Great Marco! Incredible free kick! 2-1! Mr. Twenty Million passed and shot, shining in the audience!"
"Oh, the ball went in. Royce used a wonderful goal to penetrate the gate guarded by Hildebrand. His arrival really strengthened Dortmund's strength. Schalke 04 was reversed. I hope they I can continue to work hard to tie the score as soon as possible and make the game more exciting..."
Luo Yins himself didn't expect the goal to be scored. He was stunned for a moment before running to the sidelines and accepting the worship of the fans.
"What the hell, you're such a dick?" Yang Feng touched the top of his head, as if he wanted to see if a layer of his hair had been shaved off.
Farfan said in a sour voice: "Did you see it? This is called a free kick."
"...You still have the nerve to say it?"
"Whenever you can reach this level, I will give you the right to take the penalty."
"Remember your words."
"Of course... damn, so arrogant."
The latter sentence is about Klopp.
Uncle Zha rushed over after the team took the lead, hugged Luo Yins fiercely, then turned around to face his own fans and threw his signature three farmer punches.
The whole audience was excited, and the show was successfully staged.
Even Yang Feng, a Sand Mine player, feels that being a Hornets fan at this moment must be the happiest thing in the world.
Stevens waved repeatedly from the sidelines and called Raul, Yang Feng and Huntelaar over. The four of them put their hands on each other's shoulders and bent down to get together.
"See? Is this the kind of football you want to play? Be a backdrop for others? Let others step on us to celebrate?"
Huntelaar complained: "BOSS, you should say this to the midfielder, we received too little support from the front!"
"Is this your reason?" Stevens glared at him, then looked at the other two, "What about you? What's your excuse?"
Raul was steady and steady, "I will try my best, BOSS."
Yang Feng always boasted, "Believe me, we will go back with the trophy today."
"I am waiting!"
Dortmund's celebrations were endless. Stevens drove them away, called the defensive players over, and gave them a slap in the face. After a long time of commotion, the game finally started again.
Raul kicked the ball out, and Yang Feng wanted to take the ball in the midfield and ride alone. Unfortunately, this time he encountered a setback at the beginning. Lai Turner intercepted the ball successfully, and the two sides fell into a melee in the midfield.
Yang Feng used his dribbling to the extreme, rushing left and right in the crowd, but Dortmund obviously strengthened its defense against him. After a lot of stumbling, he finally brought the ball to the frontcourt. Before he could get the ball out, Hu Mei was Erls stopped it with a foul.
"Schalke 04 got another free kick opportunity. Can they respond to Royce's free kick?"
"This position is almost exactly the same as the position where Royce scored just now. It would be so dramatic if Schalke 04 could also score directly."
"Young and Farfan stand together in front of the football, or will Young take the kick?"
The whistle sounded and the two men made running moves together, but in the end only Farfan ran out.
Farfan played beyond his level and hit a very curved ball. The football bypassed the wall and turned towards the goal.
Weidenfeller thought it was Yang Feng's shot and was indeed confused for a moment, but he adjusted in time, moved his feet quickly, and dragged the ball out of the baseline with a single palm.
Corner kick for Schalke 04.
As if he had missed out on a million-dollar prize, Farfan kicked the turf dejectedly and spat hard.
Yang Feng patted his shoulder and comforted him: "This kick is great, it's just a little bit lucky. Don't kick it again in the future."
Farfan: "..."
"It's a pity that this free kick was of high quality and just shy of a goal. Luck was not on Schalke's side today."
"Schalke 04 got a corner kick and the game has entered stoppage time. This may be the last chance for both sides in the first half."
Dortmund's players all ran back to participate in the defense. Schalke 04 only had Hildebrand left in front of the goal. The others also came to the Dortmund half, and the penalty area was crowded with people. It’s so dense that you can’t tell who is who.
Yang Feng simply walked to the corner flag area with Farfan, preparing to take a tactical corner kick.
Hummels immediately came up to defend closely, and Gundogan also rushed over, ready to support Hummels at any time.
Farfan gave the ball to Yang Feng with a light kick, and then ran into the court to wait for Yang Feng's return pass. Unfortunately, Yang Feng was already entangled by Hummels, and he himself was already being targeted by Gundogan. Quickly The attack failed to come out.
Yang Feng pulled the ball and turned around, facing Hummels directly.
Hummels stepped forward cautiously, intending to force Yang Feng directly out of bounds, but Yang Feng adjusted the ball in front of him and suddenly stepped on his bicycle.
Once, twice, three times... Hummels could keep his center of gravity steady at first, but after the fifth time, he was finally shaken.
Yang Feng poked the ball through his crotch.
"Beautiful! A crotch-piercing pass after a crazy bicycle! Today, Hummels and Young had a personal duel with each other, but this loss was too insulting, and it is very likely that he will be regarded as the highlight of the game. Many replays!”
"Scheikerl!" Hummels cursed secretly, turned around and pushed Yang Feng hard.
The referee who had been staring closely at them immediately put the whistle into his mouth and was about to blow it subconsciously, but Yang Feng staggered and did not fall forward. Instead, he raised his head to observe and suddenly dropped the ball. In the middle of the penalty area.
A group of people raised their heads and turned their heads following the trajectory of the football.
Matip jumped high in the middle of the crowd and shook his head towards the goal.
The top of the ball was very powerful and the angle was very tricky. Yang Feng could not help but clenched his fist. Many Schalke fans even cheered, but they did not expect that this ghost goalpost would compete with Schalke 04 today. Go up and once again help Dortmund escape.
The football bounced off the post and was pushed out of the penalty area by Piszczek.
Weidenfeller, who made the save, patted the goal post with some sincerity, as if he was grateful for its help.
The football that landed at the edge of the penalty area was stopped by Fuchs with his chest, and he was about to volley. Bvaszczykovsky rushed at him desperately, but the football missed the ball and instead knocked Fuchs to the ground.
The referee finally had a chance to blow the whistle, but Fuchs and Bwashchikovsky rolled around in pain on the ground together, unable to get up for a long time.
The doctors of both teams came on the scene urgently. After briefly checking the situation, they shook their heads at the same time and called for a stretcher to come up and carry the two people off.
The referee looked at the time and saw that the stoppage time had passed, but decided to let Schalke 04 finish the free kick before ending the first half.
"Both sides are missing a player, and Schalke 04 got a free kick opportunity at the front of the penalty area. I hope they can seize it."
Weidenfeller did not dare to be careless. He even called Laiwan and Royce to form a human wall. The others stared at each other. The atmosphere was very tense. On the contrary, there was a burst of laughter and laughter in the stands, and Dortmund fans They were all trying their best to ridicule Yang Feng, who was about to take a free throw.
"Chinese, are you going to help us out again?"
"Stop kicking, my grandma can kick better free kicks than you."
"If I were you, I would kick Royce in the head. Don't forget how he scored on your head just now!"
"Just a little bit, the kick won't go in! The kick won't go in! Just a little bit, jerk off! Jerk off!"
Weidenfeller is not as optimistic as the fans.
He has seen Yang Feng's shooting skills before. Although shooting in sports matches and free kicks are two different things, generally a shooter with excellent shooting skills will not be much worse at free kicks, so he kept staring at the top of the wall with the corner of his eye. Guang was watching the wall of people, ready to make a save at any time.
Yang Feng put his hands on his hips and posed for a long time. After the whistle sounded, he glanced coldly at the famous South Stand, then quickly took a run-up and volleyed.
"Yang Feng will take the free kick...shoot it directly, huh? A mistake?"
Yang Feng kicked the football hard, aiming in the direction of Luo Yins, but the football did not fly up, but flew out against the turf.
As soon as Luo Yins jumped up, he saw the football passing under his feet. He didn't know that he had been fooled.
Weidenfeller was on guard against all odds, but he couldn't guess that Yang Feng would go down the lane. By the time he saw the football, it was too late to save it. He could only hope that the goalkeeper would show up again and block Yang Feng's ground ball. .
The goalpost did help him again, but unfortunately it only helped half.
The football hit the inside of the goalpost and bounced into the goal.
"The ball is in, it's in!" Duan Xuan roared with almost all his strength, "Yang Feng scored with a smart free kick! 2-2! Scored twice! At the end of the first half, Yang Feng scored again Saved the team for once!”
"GOAL! Cunning Chinese, he actually kicked a ground ball. Yang is indeed a player who is good at using his brain to kick the ball. Poor Luo Yins, is this a kind of revenge?"
After Yang Feng scored, he immediately ran to the sidelines, but not to the away stands, but to the south stand where Dortmund die-hards gathered!
The reporters were going crazy with excitement. The flashlights kept flashing like lightning, and the cameras were all focused on Yang Feng, who had a cold face.
"Hoo ho ho, a good show is about to happen. Yang did not run to the fans' stand, but went to the crazy south stand, ready to respond to the fans' provocation. The security at the scene must hate this Chinese man."
Yang Feng came to the sidelines, running turned into walking, and finally stopped in front of the south stand, with his right index finger stretched out in front of his mouth.
International gesture.
Shut up!
The boos and cheers from the audience immediately reached a new level.
"Get out! Yellow-skinned monkey!"
"Come here, I'm going to kill you!"
"Don't let him get out alive! Dortmund, victory!"
"Good job, Yang! Kill them!"
"Hahaha! It feels so good! Keep going, don't stop! Kill Dortmund! Kill these sons of bitches!"
All kinds of debris were thrown at Yang Feng, but Yang Feng was a very good thief. He had already visually measured the distance and was standing just outside their shooting range. However, with so many people, there are always one or two strong men. , someone actually threw a bottle of Coke in front of him.
This familiar script...
Yang Feng really couldn't turn a blind eye, so he couldn't help but show off his kicking skills. He took a step forward and kicked the Coke bottle into the air.
Coke splashed out all over the sky and fell, like fireworks all over the sky, blooming for him alone...
