Boateng asked Dante to guard Huntelaar while he ran towards Yang Feng.
Perhaps Yang Feng's aura at this moment was too intimidating. Bayern's players were afraid that he would really score another goal after Robben scored, so they chased after him.
Lahm was the first to kill, attacking from both sides with Boateng.
His teammates reminded him loudly, and Yang Feng immediately knew that there was someone behind him.
He quickly stopped thinking about riding a bicycle and chose the simpler and faster Matthews fake move.
Support the left foot, cross the ball with the right foot on the spot, and at the same time feint laterally to the right.
The whole movement was as fast as lightning, but Boateng was highly concentrated and reacted immediately. His body weight shifted to his left, and he immediately realized that he had been fooled.
Yang Feng didn't touch the ball with the outside of his right foot at all, but quickly passed over the football. Then he switched to the inside of his right foot and dunked the ball to the left. The inside of his left foot connected with it at the same time, pushing the ball forward, and then he rushed forward. Got out.
Sure enough, if you want to cure Boateng, you still have to learn from Messi...
"Yang Feng dribbled the ball and Matthews faked a move! Beautiful, passed! This is one of the most commonly used passing moves by offensive players. It has certain requirements for the strength of the ball and the feel of the ball underfoot. This move is used in today's football The one who uses it most skillfully is Messi... Oh, here comes Lahm!"
With his short legs, Ram quickly caught up with Yang Feng who was carrying the ball, and shoveled him from behind very simply.
Maldini said that when you start to tackle, it means that your defense has made a mistake.
Bayern's defensive mistakes this time were mainly due to Boateng. No one expected that he would be caught so cleanly. Lahm had no choice but to stop Yang Feng even with a yellow card.
Since Yang Feng knew that he was chasing after him, he would certainly not let him succeed so easily, but now that his speed had reached the maximum, it was impossible to escape with a sudden acceleration, so he simply did the opposite and suddenly braked , letting Ram slide in front of him.
Due to the inertia, Yang Feng continued to move forward, picked up the ball with his toes, and flew over Ram with the ball.
It was obviously not the first time that Ram had been beaten like this. He was very experienced and immediately extended his right hand to the football...
"Rham made a sliding tackle! Yang Feng passed the ball... Huh? Handball? The referee didn't blow the whistle! Is it good for the offense?"
Ram didn't expect that he would even use his hands, but he just brushed the football. Yang Feng still rushed past him with the ball.
Only Huntelaar and Dante were left in front of him, and it was almost flat.
"Yang passed Lahm, and Bayern faced a two-on-one unfavorable situation. Yang faced the same choice as Robben just now. Will he pass the ball or shoot by himself?"
Before Yang Feng could decide whether to pass or lead, Dante had already made the decision for him.
He directly abandoned Huntelaar, leaving the Dutchman in an offside position, and then turned around and ran towards Yang Feng.
Huntelaar cursed a Dutch curse and ran back quickly.
Yang Feng raised his speed to the fastest again, glanced at the two people running in his direction at the same time, and suddenly ran towards Huntelaar.
Huntelaar thought he was looking for him to cooperate, so he quickly reminded him, "Offside!"
Yang Feng didn't care whether he was offside or not, he just used him as a cover and rushed past him with the ball.
The commentators were delighted, "Huntelaar helped Yang complete a pick-and-roll? Yang did it alone!"
Dante, who came to intercept, bumped into Huntelaar depressedly and watched Yang Feng leave.
Probably only Robben in Bayern could surpass Yang Feng in terms of speed, but his starting position was too far behind. By the time he arrived, Yang Feng was already face to face with Neuer.
Everything can only be blamed on Bayern for being too bullying. They pressed hard even though they were already in the lead. Otherwise, Yang Feng would not have been able to get a one-on-one opportunity so easily.
Neuer didn't want to wait passively for Yang Feng to make a move, so he pounced on him as soon as he got close.
Yang Feng moved one step faster than him. When he was about to fall to the ground, he moved the ball to the right and tried to run.
The ball passed.
The result is that the ball has passed but the man remains where he is.
Neuer chose a direction at random, which happened to be Yang Feng's side. He just didn't stop and stretched out his hand to tug his ankle.
Yang Feng fell forward, and a sharp whistle sounded.
"Yang, the ball passed! Oh! It didn't! Neuer reacted quickly and blocked the breakthrough with a foul. There is no doubt that this is a red card action."
"Yang Feng fell in the penalty area! Penalty kick! Red card! Neuer blocked the attack, but the cost was huge. This is likely to be the key to the outcome of the game!"
The referee ran to the scene with Robben, signaled Neuer to get up, and reached into his pocket at the same time.
Robben saw something bad and hurried over to hold his hand, "He didn't mean it..."
The referee glanced at him and said, "We are in the same direction and should see the same thing. Are you sure he didn't do it on purpose?"
"Yes, it's just a subconscious reaction..."
"That's also a foul," the referee said. "Let go of your hands and don't hinder my work."
Robben could only retract his hand angrily.
Neuer stood up, without even looking at the referee, and walked to the sidelines expressionlessly.
Even at this time, he still held his head high, fearlessly facing the boos and ridicule of the audience.
The referee could only put a red card in his hand at his back, and not satisfied, he walked back again, ready to go to Lahm for handball just now to get a yellow card. Unexpectedly, Lahm threw himself into the trap, and as soon as he came up, he He said hastily: "This is not fair... huh?"
Ram looked at the topaz card in front of him and was dumbfounded.
"Intentional handball, I should have shown you a red card on the spot," the referee explained, "but it was favorable for the offense at the time and this was a replacement. Is there a problem?"
"Of course there is a problem!" Robben quit. "Don't go too far. You've already received a red card. What else do you want? Send us all off?"
Facing such a league figure, the referee still has to give face, "I have dealt enough cards, don't challenge my patience anymore."
Kahn also had his own opinion on this penalty, "This penalty is not very friendly to Bayern Munich. Lahm's handball and the replacement yellow card are understandable, but Neuer has already been sent off with a red card. It is really necessary to issue two cards at once." ?"
Regardless of the facts, what he said still makes sense, but at the same time, the referee is the biggest on the court.
Ram received a yellow card for handball, and Neuer proposed a red dot package.
As for Yang Feng, who was sitting on the grass rubbing his ankles, no one paid attention to him.
The replay appears on the screen and the entire process is clear.
Lahm reached out and touched the ball as it flew past him. Neuer directly grabbed Yang Feng's ankle with his right hand. Even the referee dared to say that his decision was OK even to God.
Huntelaar came up at this time and said to Yang Feng, who was still lying on the ground: "Well done, man, but this section has been passed, you can get up."
Yang Feng said helplessly: "Please call the team doctor, thank you."
"Ah? Are you injured?" Huntelaar looked at his calm expression, "It doesn't look like it!"
"I'm just holding back."
"Idols carry quite a heavy burden..." Huntelaar quickly stood up and waved to the sidelines.
Everyone's attention was still on the referee, and now they realized that Yang Feng had not stood up.
The Schalke fans who were gloating about their misfortune felt a thump in their hearts.
The opponent's captain received a yellow card and the goalkeeper was sent off. We are enjoying ourselves, but don't let anything happen to disgust us again.
The team doctor quickly ran up with the medicine box and squatted down next to Yang Feng, "Where is the injury?"
"Right foot," Yang Feng sat on the ground and straightened his legs, "here's the ankle."
"Can you move?"
"Yes, but it hurts."
The team doctor took out ethyl chloride, sprayed it on Yang Feng's feet, and then said: "Go down and check it out."
Ethyl chloride is only an emergency treatment method. It only relieves pain and has no therapeutic effect.
The team doctor was about to call for a stretcher to come in, but Yang Feng said: "No, I can walk by myself."
"This is no joke."
"I don't joke about my body."
"Okay..." The team doctor shrugged, pulled him up, and helped him walk off the field.
The home fans all stood up and applauded him like a hero.
"Neuer was sent off and Yang Feng also left the field injured. There was no winner in this attack."
"I hope Yang Feng is fine. Schalke's next schedule is not easy. There are two more league games before the second Champions League game. Soon after the Champions League, there will be a Ruhr derby. Without Yang Feng, it will be very difficult."
Stevens looked expressionless, feeling both sad and happy.
If he had a choice, he would rather not have this penalty kick or even this victory than let Yang Feng get injured.
Heynckes on the other side was equally anxious. After much deliberation, he finally had to replace Bastian Schweinsteiger with substitute goalkeeper Stark.
Stevens also called Raul up and prepared to replace Yang Feng with him.
Yang Feng, who was receiving treatment, was anxious, "Hey! What is the boss doing? I can still play!"
The team doctor said: "What you said doesn't count."
"At least wait until we get the results. What's the point of just changing people without asking? I feel better and can still run all day."
"This is for your own good," the team doctor said after completing the preliminary examination and already made a judgment. "Actually, I don't recommend that you play again."
"What do you mean? Serious?"
"Yes," the team doctor said seriously, "amputation may be necessary."
"...Do you think you are funny?"
"Okay, relax!" The team doctor suddenly relaxed his tense face and patted his shoulder, "Stand up, stop pretending."
"...What are you pretending to be? It was really painful just now, okay?"
"Yeah, that just proves my level, doesn't it?"
"But you obviously didn't do anything..." Yang Feng said, "I think the most important thing now is to stop the old man immediately. I don't want to sit on the sidelines and watch this game."
"as you wish."
The team doctor asked his assistant to notify Stevens, and Stevens called Raul back.
On the court, Huntelaar stood in front of the penalty spot, facing Stark who had just come on the field.
Both of them were a little nervous.
"The first half has come to an end. The score is now 1-2. Schalke 04, who are playing at home, are temporarily one goal behind, but they got a penalty kick. Huntelaar has a heavy burden on him. , after all, this is a penalty kick that Yang Feng fought back with his injury..."
When the whistle sounded, Huntelaar took a three-step approach and shot into the lower left corner of the goal.
Stark judged the right direction and immediately pounced. Unfortunately, he was still a little slow, and the football rolled from under him into the goal.
Huntelaar breathed a sigh of relief, secretly wiped the sweat from his palms, and ran to the sidelines, just in time to see Yang Feng standing there waiting to re-enter.
"Goal! Huntelaar withstood the pressure and the score became 2-2."
"Yang Feng is standing on the sidelines. It seems that he should be fine. Schalke fans can celebrate the goal with confidence."
Raul, who had been hit by a false shot on the bench, was supporting his chin with his hand. Looking at the lively Yang Feng, he seriously suspected that this kid did it on purpose.
He could score a goal directly, but he deliberately messed with Neuer.
"This kid knows how to please the fans..."
In fact, Yang Feng's foot was still a little painful. After playing again, he mainly walked. Until the end of the first half, he did not dare to make any strenuous movements. By the time he walked into the locker room, he basically no longer felt any pain.
"We did a good job," Stevens first expressed his approval of everyone's performance in the first half, and then immediately said, "But we can do better. Maybe we should review this game after we go back." , look at how you are surrounded by people in front of your home for shooting practice."
Draxler was unconvinced: "Isn't this our tactic, boss? Defensive counterattack."
"But I only saw the defense...Yang, don't look at me with that look, I mean besides you...where is our counterattack? I didn't see it!"
Hvedez defended, "Their offensive was too strong."
Stevens said: "But now the score is 2-2!"
Yang Feng said in a very disgusting manner, "That's because of me..."
He finally understood why Schalke kept playing more and more back.
There is no championship temperament, or even the temperament of a strong team.
People have spirit, and so does the team.
The iron blood of the Red Army, the magic of Manchester United, the heritage of Milan, the "aristocratic" temperament of Real Madrid, the artistic persistence of Barcelona, the entrenchment of Manchester City, Chelsea and Paris...Schalke 04 has none of these things.
This hellish place is naturally not suitable for making achievements. If you can really create any miracles, you probably have to do it yourself.
Stevens quickly put the first half aside and said: "I will replace Raul in the second half. It's time to let them taste the feeling of being besieged."
At the beginning of the second half, the two sides changed sides and Stevens quickly replaced Heger with Raul.
Bayern has one less player, and only Thomas Muller, Kroos, Robben and Mandzukic are left in the frontcourt. With Raul in the middle, Schalke's offense is much more organized.
Like Stevens said, now it's our turn.
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