"Goal scoring in twelve consecutive games! Yang Feng has surpassed the record of consecutive goals in the five major leagues set by legendary stars such as Batistuta, Van Nistelrooy and Ronaldo. Unfortunately, he is now in the Bundesliga, and there is still a big mountain waiting in front of him. Go over..."
"Ten goals in eight games! No matter what position he plays, scoring goals is too easy for him."
The commentators became more and more excited as they talked, but some football-savvy players on the Internet just saw it further than others, and they couldn't show their high level even if they didn't play devil's advocate.
"You've been bragging all day, it's endless, right? Why don't you think about the Bundesliga's defensive level?"
"The Bundesliga defense is really bad. It breaks down just by touching the keyboard."
"One thing to say, the Bundesliga data is really of little significance. Just look at the results in the European War and you will know that Bayern has basically ruined this league."
"proceed if you can!"
"If I evaluate a dish, do I have to know how to cook it? If I criticize the refrigerator, do I need to know how to refrigerate it?"
"I reserve my opinion on what the Bundesliga is like, but if I say Yang Feng is not good, Atletico Madrid and Chelsea will cry when they hear it..."
"Twelve consecutive games should be the second Bundesliga record, right?"
"Can it break the record? Can you give me an answer from time travel?"
"I traveled back from 2020, and Yang Feng tied the record. I transferred when I was about to break it."
"Where did you transfer to?"
"Trapped to Manchester United by Ferguson."
"Wenger: You are the only one who can kidnap people, right?"
"Real Madrid welcomes you."
"13 points, 7 points to go. It's getting harder and harder to score points now..." Like everyone else, Yang Feng was also thinking about the record.
Quaresma, Isco, Berbatov, Milito, Recoba, the five S cards must be equipped with seven skills: ball sense, agility, dribbling, stopping the ball, shooting in the penalty area, long shots, and free kicks. Among the main offensive attributes, no matter how he is allocated, there will be some shortcomings, which can definitely drive obsessive-compulsive disorder patients to death. In addition, physical confrontation, running position, speed, and smell in front of the goal are all still white cards, which makes him always have a sense of confusion. It feels like I’ve been working for so long but I’m still in the internship period.
Yang Feng was a bit possessed by Berba in this game, and he was a bit lazy in everything he did. Not only was he walking and running just now, but even celebrating the goal, he just gave a perfunctory applause. However, what he was playing now was the most important thing. In the fierce derby, the contrast between his personal temperament and the atmosphere of the scene makes people feel very...pretentious.
The Dortmund fans were filled with hatred, while other fans wanted to laugh.
"Why does it feel like he didn't wake up and scored the ball while walking."
"Good guy, what did you do last night?"
"...of course it's something shameful."
"There is no sweat on the head, and the hair is not messy... Fengzi took Berbatov's script today, right?"
The game started again, Royce passed the ball to Lewandowski and penetrated Schalke from the left.
The football was passed to Dortmund's backcourt, but Dortmund did not adjust immediately. There was still some confusion in the midfield and backcourt, and the ball was passed to Raul's feet.
Raul raised his head and glanced ahead. The defenders thought he was observing the movement of his teammates and quickly followed the Schalke 04 attackers. Who knew that Raul would directly run up and shoot.
The football drew a parabola with a small arc and flew to the right side of the goal.
Raul's shot was impromptu and no one could have expected it. Only Hummels reacted very quickly, suddenly flew out to the side and pushed the ball over the baseline with his head.
Corner kick for Schalke 04.
The ball did not go in, and the expressions of the two coaches on the sidelines were very similar, both with cold dead faces, but Klopp's eyes were already a little panicked, while Stevens was much calmer.
Dortmund has a big problem this season. Klopp is making urgent adjustments, but he encountered the Ruhr Derby at the critical moment of adjustment.
When the whistle sounded, Farfan raised his right hand to signal and served the ball.
"Oh! Bad corner kick, this is a half-high kick, it is better to let Yang..."
The commentator's chatter has just begun, and the football is already flying towards the goal point.
Farfan slapped his forehead in frustration.
He originally wanted to hit a curve ball with violent rotation like Yang Feng's, and pass it to the tall Matip behind the goal, but he didn't expect it to end up like this.
This is a pass that makes the receiving player very embarrassed. The height only reaches the waist position. The volley is too high and the header is too low. If it is an ordinary pass, it is okay, at least it can dive to the top or jump to explode. Shoot, but now the penalty area is crowded, obviously we can only find a way to stop the ball and then deal with it slowly.
All Dortmund players and fans secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but the next second this breath suddenly rushed into their throats.
Yang Feng, who was in front of the goal, suddenly took two steps in the direction of the football, then stretched out his right leg and swung it sideways. The moment the football flew over, the heel of his right foot suddenly hit the middle and lower part of the football heavily.
The football changed direction, drawing a diagonal line and flying towards the upper left corner of the goal.
Behind him, Hummels thought he was going to stop the ball and turn around. He had already set up his horse and was ready to grab it, but who knew that the football flew over his head.
He immediately turned around, just in time to see the football go over Weidenfeller's head and sail across the goal line as everyone stared in amazement.
0-2.
International practice is that the home team goes first and the visiting team goes last.
"gooooooooollll! Yang! Yang! Yang! What did he do? It's so crazy! Scorpion tail swing! This is Ibrahimovic's Scorpio tail swing! Yang must be a loyal fan of Ibrahimovic, this is already his first Replicated Ibrahimovic’s classic goal for the second time!”
There are two most well-known scorpion tail shots, one is the diving scorpion tail shot that Van der Vaart and Giroud once used, and the other is the standing shot like Ibrahimovic's karate turn and side kick. Scorpio.
In terms of round difficulty, the diving one should be higher, but in terms of elegance, it is obvious that Yang Feng scored the ball directly without even moving his feet.
"...Can you please stop arresting Ibrahimovic alone?"
"In this situation, I just want to compose a poem: Damn, woe, woe, woe!"
Yang Feng looked back and ran quickly to the sidelines, spreading his hands, closing his eyes, raising his chin slightly, and leaning his upper body slightly back to welcome the cheers of the away fans.
At this moment, the most famous Devil's home stadium in continental Europe seemed to have been split open by God. Sunlight shone through the gap, making Yang Feng seem to be bathed in holy light.
Like a god.
"Yang Feng's celebration looks a bit familiar...I think about it...I think about it, this seems to be the pose of the protagonist in the poster of the classic movie "The Shawshank Redemption"..."
"Scored twice! Just 1 minute and 11 seconds after the first goal, Yang Feng scored the second goal..."
"Farfan's pass was not perfect, even full of flaws, but it created a wonderful goal."
Raul was the first to rush over from behind and jumped on his back. Before he could say anything, Yang Feng's lazy voice came to his ears.
"How many minutes is the record for the fastest hat trick?"
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There's something going on, that's probably all for today~~
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