Yang Feng stepped into the penalty area, and Mertesacker and Vermaelen came to block it at the same time. Vermaelen was even prepared to pay the price of a yellow card and tackled Yang Feng directly.
Yang Feng glanced at the goal, mainly at the goalkeeper's position, and found Mannone standing in the center of the goal. He directly pushed the shot into the lower left corner of the goal.
The football rolled past Vermaelen quickly and headed towards the goal.
Mannone thought that Yang Feng would shoot directly, but at this distance, even if the shot was shot, it would usually be a blast or a curve ball aimed at the two upper corners of the goal. He never expected that Yang Feng would launch a shot. A grounder, and an extremely fast and accurate grounder.
By the time Mannone reacted, the football was already close to the goal line. He only had time to fall to the ground and throw himself symbolically, but he could no longer prevent the football from entering the net.
"Yang! He's as fast as lightning! Shot! goooooool! Unexpected shot! Did it break the record? 15 seconds! Did it break the record again?" Lineker is a famous football gentleman on the court, but in the studio When he's excited, he's almost like a lunatic.
Martin Taylor quickly responded: "No! No! It's still close! The record for the fastest goal in the Champions League is 10.2 seconds. It was scored by Ma Kai when Bayern faced Real Madrid in the Champions League in 2007. However, if it had been a few years earlier, Yang's goal would have been The ball can really break the record for the fastest goal in the Champions League, because the previous record was set by Gilberto of Arsenal. In the match between Arsenal and PSV on September 25, 2002, he only used We scored the opponent's goal in 20.5 seconds."
"What a pity! The record for the fastest goal in the European Super Cup, the record for the longest distance goal in the Bundesliga, the record for the fastest hat trick in the five major leagues, and almost one more record for the fastest goal in the Champions League... But Schalke 04 Didn't his coach teach him? The football field is not a runway, and you can't drive a Ferrari on it..."
Compared with the slightly stereotyped Chinese-style commentary, commentators in European and American football are obviously better at talking nonsense.
There is a joke that after Ronaldo dribbled the ball past several opponents, and finally deceived the goalkeeper and easily sent the ball into the net, the commentators from various countries who were live broadcasting had different reactions: the Brazilian commentator made a two-pointer Half an hour of howling, with a volume of 120 decibels, directly shattered the glass of the studio; the French commentator began to introduce Ronaldo's new girlfriend endlessly, from acquaintance to first kiss, from temperament to measurements; the British commentator calmly reported A series of statistics are published, from the speed of dribbling to running distance to scoring time, etc., they can be calculated clearly for you.
The joke is of course an exaggeration, but it also summarizes the distinctive characteristics of European and American commentators from the side. Anyone who has heard the South American commentator's powerful and long-sounding "goal" that lasts for several minutes will be deeply impressed. Martin Taylor's style of throwing a bunch of data in the audience's face at every turn is naturally liked by some.
"Goal in 10 seconds? Score in 15 seconds? Do all Bundesliga players shoot that fast?"
"Yes, that's why I don't go to the Bundesliga. After all, I'm a real man."
"Wenger: Dear Young, how long do you think my defense can stop you?
Yang: 15.
Wenger: 15 minutes?
Yang: 14.
Wenger: Huh?
Yang: 13.
Wenger: ...
Yang: 12.
Wenger: That's enough! Stop it! "
Poet He had already slapped the table, "Friends in the audience, you read it right. Schalke 04 was already in the lead at the beginning of the game. For 15 seconds, many fans at the scene may not have found their seats yet. Many fans in front of the TV Fans may have just turned on the TV, but the score on the field has already become 0-1! Yang Feng is definitely the top assassin on the football field! The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star; killing one person in ten steps, leaving no trace in a thousand miles! "
Yang Feng, who had never left a trace, knelt down and glided on the turf of the Emirates Stadium, leaving three deep traces. Each trace was filled with the confusion and confusion of popular players and fans.
His face was stern, like the statue in front of the Emirates Stadium, and his kick created a legend.
The eager fans didn't even know how to react.
Catcalls or applause? Middle finger or thumb?
Stevens rushed over from the coaching bench like crazy, held Yang Feng's face in his hands, put his forehead on his, and shouted: "What did you do? Huh? What did you do? You are Bolt Are you Lightning? Who made you fly on the grass? "
"Boss, don't shout so loud, I can hear you," Yang Feng was really afraid that the old man wouldn't hold back and kissed him directly, so he quickly swatted his hand away quietly and stood up, "I will apply for one as soon as possible. Get a grassland flying permit.”
Huntelaar had already rushed to his side, and without saying a word, he knelt down on one knee and motioned for Yang Feng to step on his foot. As soon as Yang Feng put his foot on it, Farfan and Jones squatted down together and pretended to help him wipe it. Picked up sneakers.
The two actors were addicted to it while they were acting. You pushed me and I pushed you, as if they were trying to steal business.
"Oh! Farfan and Jones fought to shine Yang's shoes. Such a team atmosphere is really enviable..."
Raul's face was still full of disbelief, "It's impossible. When did you become so fast? Why haven't you reached your limit yet?"
"It's very simple," Yang Feng patted him on the shoulder, "more scientific training, a stronger body, and a more reasonable running method."
"Your personal trainer taught you this?"
"Of course, I said, I can be faster!"
Farfan was anxious, "Yang! Teach me! I want to be faster too!"
"Well, this is also about talent..."
Farfan said: "I have talent!"
"No, you didn't..."
"I'm really talented. You don't know it. If I didn't play football, I would be a sprinter."
"But football is not a sprint... Okay, okay, let's go back and train together..."
Several people walked back to their positions. The Arsenal players looked at Yang Feng silently, suddenly understanding that Mao's boss was thinking about this kid day and night.
The game started again. One side had not yet recovered from the blow, and the other side was still immersed in a dream start. No one was aware of Yang Feng's ambition to break the "fastest hat-trick record in the Champions League", and the pace was slow. Yang Feng quickly missed the best opportunity to break this record.
After being prepared, the lightning sneak attack didn't work, but Yang Feng's sudden advance still caused a lot of trouble for Arsenal. Every time he touched the ball in the midfield, he would attract more than two defenders from the opponent.
Wenger's scheduling ability has been criticized, but without him on the sidelines, Arsenal, which suffered a critical blow at the beginning, was obviously more likely to panic.
Stevens kept clenching his fists and shaking them slightly.
Arsenal? Wenger? I've got you covered!
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