The so-called fastest hat trick record does not mean the time from the start of the game to the hat trick, but the time from the first goal to the third goal.
Speaking of this, the first thing Yang Feng thought of was naturally the perverted Nine-Five Supreme.
Laiwan scored five goals in nine minutes, and the time from the first goal to the third goal was only 3 minutes and 22 seconds.
But that wasn't the most exaggerated thing. Later, Mane scored an even more outrageous hat-trick for Liverpool in just over two minutes.
Raul didn't expect him to dare to think so. He was stunned for a moment and then said: "It seems like five minutes or six minutes?"
"Then consider it five minutes."
As soon as he thought of this, Yang Feng pushed away his teammates who were rushing towards him, ran back to the Dortmund goal, picked up the football amidst the confused faces of the Dortmund players, and ran towards the midfield.
Duan Xuan was stunned and looked at the score specifically.
0-2, Dortmund vs Schalke 04, yes, Schalke is leading by two goals, what is this going to do?
However, Sauer saw through Yang Feng's ambition at a glance and immediately said: "According to statistics, there are as many as 10 players in the Bundesliga who have performed hat tricks within 9 minutes. The fastest was in August 1991, when Duinsburg scored 6-2. In the Bundesliga victory over Karlsruhe, Tönnies scored three consecutive goals in the 11th, 12th and 16th minutes. The Duinsberg forward scored a hat trick in 5 minutes and 44 seconds, which became Bundesliga history. One of the most insurmountable records in history, Yang...should have some thoughts on this record, well, let's see, 2 minutes and 28 seconds have passed since he scored the first goal..."
Dortmund's players and fans also quickly thought of this, and their faces immediately looked bad.
Especially some of the defenders, their faces turned livid with anger.
The South Stand where die-hard Dortmund fans gathered was like being thrown into a powder keg, and the fans began to curse wildly.
"What does he think we are? Where does he think this is? We are the Bundesliga champions! This is Signal Induna Park!"
"Kick his legs off! Don't let this Chinese leave alive!"
"...What should I do if I suddenly feel panicked?"
"Damn! What are they doing? How did they let him score so easily?"
"Counterattack! Goal! Counterattack! Goal!"
Other fans naturally have a completely different mentality.
"Too arrogant! This guy is just a little Yinbu! Not only did he score goals, but he also learned a lot about his personality!"
"Yang Feng: You are young! Your whole family is young!"
"I'm talking about age, right?"
"Yin Bu doesn't dare to be so arrogant, does he?"
"Hahaha, even though it feels a bit ridiculous, it still feels good, what should I do?"
"...If we really break that record, why can't we become a god in place?"
"Don't say a hat trick within five minutes, you can become a god within fifty minutes. Who can do it when facing Dortmund twice in a row with a hat trick?"
"Haha, there was another game without a hat, but two goals and two assists... Counting this time, in the last three Ruhr area derbies, Yang Feng scored seven goals and two assists. This is a good deal for Dortmund. Nemesis, the wasp killer!"
"Hahaha, I'm laughing so hard. I think Yang Feng is deliberately messing with their mentality."
Dortmund captain Kyle shouted: "Watch him! Watch him! Watch him! If he really breaks that damn record, then we should all crash into the goalpost of the Westphalia Stadium. !”
Klopp naturally did not want to be nailed to the pillar of shame, and immediately shouted to the field: "Piszczek! Kyle! Hummels! Follow him! Get him out of your sight!"
"You scored twice in the derby and gained one point. Current points: 14"
"There are 6 more..."
Royce and Lewandowski stood in the center circle and looked at each other with complicated expressions. They couldn't understand why it was so easy for him to score goals?
The whistle sounded and Royce kicked the ball out.
Yang Feng rushed forward immediately.
The football was passed back to Dortmund's half. Of course, the Schalke 04 players also hoped that Yang Feng could break that record, and immediately rushed forward like a wolf.
Not only the front five, but Matip and Atsuhito Uchida have also come forward. From the overlooking perspective of the fans at the scene, it just feels like Schalke's players are in the final seconds of injury time. It was like making a suicidal charge in seconds, and the momentum made them involuntarily clenched their fists secretly.
Waves of bad premonitions came to mind, and the Dortmund fans were completely panicked. The Dortmund players were also walking on thin ice, each one cautiously, as if the football being passed was poisonous, and they passed it out quickly as soon as they received the ball.
Kyle had to shout again: "Hold on! Don't panic! Control the rhythm...shit!"
Perisic finally made a mistake under the attack of Atsushi Uchida and Hegel. He originally planned to pass the ball long to Royce, but the ball passed out was a full three meters away from Royce.
The Rocket quickly fired up and took off, but Fuchs had already rushed up and passed the ball to Farfan with a diagonal pass.
Farfan immediately looked for Yang Feng, but the referee's whistle was heard before the ball was passed.
"Oh~~ Dortmund was a little too nervous. Before Yang could catch the ball, Kyle brought Yang to the ground with a hug-like action. Well, it was 3 minutes and 29 seconds, and there was not much time left for Yang... …”
Kyle thought Yang Feng would take a free kick quickly and kicked the ball away, but unexpectedly the referee came over to him and showed him a yellow card.
"Yellow card?" Kyle said in disbelief, "How could it be a yellow card?"
The referee lowered his head to record on the card and said angrily: "You should understand how bad the action just was?"
"I didn't use any force..."
Yang Feng patted his butt and said, "It's useless if you delay any longer. I've broken this record."
In fact, he felt that there was no chance, and even thought that the time had passed, but if you could move your lips to get someone's captain mentality, why not do it?
Kyle narrowed his eyes and wanted to rush forward, but Farfan had already pushed Yang Feng away, put the ball away, and said to the referee: "Can I serve?"
The referee glanced at Kyle and said, "Please step back nine meters away."
As soon as Kyle backed away reluctantly, Yang Feng suddenly ran towards Dortmund's penalty area.
"Stop him!" Kyle gave chase, not forgetting to ask for help.
Farfan took a look and made a long pass gesture, but when he served, he passed the ball gently to the left.
Hwedes stepped forward to get the ball and passed the ball directly to the right corner with a long pass.
Hummels, who was supposed to intercept, turned around and ran towards Yang Feng, allowing Atsushi Uchida to easily get the ball.
The Dortmund fans just wanted to scold him, but they quickly realized that the team was playing with three defenders this time, and they vaguely felt that it was right to do so...
"Just come in, as long as it's not the Chinese guy." Although no one said this, it has actually become the truest thought deep in everyone's heart.
Naturally, Atsuhito Uchida also wanted to assist Yang Feng, but Yang Feng was now being watched closely by Hummels and Sven Bender, and there was Kyle chasing behind him with great momentum. He could only do the next best thing and pass the ball to Yang Feng. Raul was coming in from the middle.
"Yang Feng has no chance. Uchida Atsuto can try to pass it by himself... Oh, he passed it to Raul who was unguarded. Let's see if Raul will... directly pick the pass!"
The moment Raul passed the ball, Yang Feng and Huntelaar immediately rushed forward, one to the left and the other to the right.
Seeing that Yang Feng was about to run past him, Swende gritted his teeth secretly and pulled the hem of his jersey hard.
Yang Feng fell forward. Sven Bender and Hummels quickly raised their hands high to indicate that it was none of their business. However, they did not expect that Yang Feng suddenly thrust his hands forward and staggered forward. He stood up again and chased the football that was falling in front of him.
Weidenfeller struck just in time, reaching for the falling football with both hands.
The two approached quickly. It seemed that Yang Feng should have touched the ball first, but Weidenfeller was already firmly in front of him. He had no shooting angle at all. The two of them were more likely to just pretend to be full, or Yang. Feng kicked Weidenfeller in the stomach.
At the critical moment, Yang Feng raised his leg, gently tapped the ball to the left side of Weidenfeller's body, then quickly put his feet back and ran past him from the right.
This time, we have to thank Quaresma for his agility. Otherwise, with his own physical flexibility, he would have just picked randomly to see if he could kick the ball over Weidenfeller's head before crashing.
"The ball was passed?! The ball was passed! Yang Feng easily scored the ball against the empty goal! It's crazy! It's crazy! 4 minutes and 30 seconds! It's less than five minutes before the first goal! Yang Feng really broke the Bundesliga record for the fastest hat trick!"
"goooooool!!!! Really scored? Unbelievable! Unbelievable! This is Dortmund! This is the Bundesliga champion last season! He actually did it!?"
"New record! The Chinese is a veritable record killer. Not even a third of the season has passed, but he has already broken the record for the fastest goal in the European Super Cup and the record for the longest distance in the Bundesliga! Now, the fastest hat trick in the Bundesliga Records were also broken by him! What needs to be pointed out in particular is that these records of his were all broken when facing strong opponents. He has an incredibly big heart. The stronger the opponent, the better he performs!"
On the sidelines, Stevens's eyes widened in disbelief, and a funny expression appeared on his face that he wanted to laugh but couldn't. Finally, he put his hands to his mouth, covering his mouth and kept laughing.
Klopp slammed the mineral water bottle in his hand to the ground.
With a sound of "Peng", water splashed everywhere.
The fourth official looked back and originally wanted to warn him, but after looking at his stinky face, he decided to forget it.
Laiwandowski put his hands on his hips and looked at the figure rushing towards the sideline. He only felt that the "9" on the jersey was so dazzling...
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