Arsenal had long been prepared for Yang Feng's speed, but they never expected that he could be so fast.
Yang Feng's previous speed was ranked in the first echelon of the Bundesliga. Even if the scope was expanded to the entire world of football, he would probably be able to squeeze into the first group. Now after further improvement, there are very few active players who are faster than him. .
Of course, the so-called speed in the football world is more complicated, including speed without the ball, speed with the ball, starting speed, acceleration, fastest instantaneous speed and the ability to combine man and ball in high-speed dribbling, etc. The famous speed dogs are actually in these aspects Each has its own emphasis, and the gap between them is very subtle. It is difficult to have an accurate definition that can be used to distinguish who is faster than who in a sprint competition. However, if these are combined, in Yang Feng's own guess, The S level is probably the level of Owen, Bale, and Mbappe, the SS level is probably the historical level of Caniggia and Kaká, and the higher level is probably the human limit of Ronaldo and Usain Bolt.
If we purely talk about running speed, Walcott, who once ran exaggerated results in the 100-meter track, may even be faster than Robben and Henry. But if you add a football at your feet and put a few defensive players in front, It’s really hard to say who is faster and who is slower, it may vary with time and circumstances.
From this aspect, Yang Feng, who has better ball sense and dribbling, is naturally much more difficult to deal with than Walcott when he dribbles wildly.
"Yang Feng is going crazy. Arsenal can't do anything against him. This situation reminds us of last season's Champions League group stage. When Tottenham faced Inter Milan, Bale passed the speed again and again. Maicon was eaten alive and took over the game. Now, a familiar scene appears again. The difference is that Arsenal does not have the world's best right back to defend Yang Feng..."
The Premier League team should be the most experienced in dealing with speedy forwards among the five major leagues. Arsenal quickly made adjustments, not only increasing the depth of defense, but also deliberately seeking physical contact.
In any case, they deliberately pushed Yang Feng to the side to reduce his dribbling space, and then stuck closely behind him, trying not to be thrown away too much, and then got stuck at the moment he cut inside.
Of course, if Yang Feng goes all the way to black like Valencia did and doesn't pass the ball until he reaches the bottom line, then there is nothing anyone can do and leave it to fate.
The rest is to surround him if he can, and hit him if he can't. Anyway, no one can continuously attack the defense line at full speed. After all, the body is not made of iron. It is enough to stop Yang Feng when he breaks out.
However, even if they find a way to deal with it, Arsenal's defense is still in danger. There is no way. Yang Feng is too slippery and never stays in a fixed position. He relaxes almost everywhere in the midfield, frontcourt, left, center, and right. Wherever he goes.
In the 20th minute of the game, Yang Fengggang made a charge on the left and then ran to the right to steal Farfan's business.
Farfan did not completely give him the right wing, but stayed nearby to protect him.
He discovered that Yang Feng's speed with the ball had actually exceeded his speed without the ball, which meant that even if he was a defensive player, it would be almost impossible to recover the ball after being passed by Yang Feng.
Arteta felt this especially deeply. After he was eaten alive by Yang Feng near the midfield line, he kept chasing after him, but he chased further and further away. In the end, he could only stop helplessly and looked at it depressedly. The Chinese people's backs disappeared.
Cochran came over to cover up the defense, and he was trying to knock people out of bounds. His arrogant look made the Schalke players anxious. Raul, who was standing in front of Yang Feng's left, raised his hand and shouted: "Pass! If there’s an opening, pass the ball!”
Yang Feng continued to concentrate on dribbling the ball. Raul thought he didn't hear it. Just when he was about to shout again, Yang Feng's deep voice came over, "Restricted area!"
Raul quickly turned around and went straight into the penalty area.
Cochran rushed towards Yang Feng in a rugby-style collision with the defense. Unexpectedly, Yang Feng stepped on the accelerator again and rushed past him with a slight difference.
Cochran hit the air, shot out of bounds, and flew into the stands in disgrace.
Yang Feng has already reached the ribs of the penalty area, and Santos is coming towards him, ready to tackle him head-on.
In the penalty area, Huntelaar was already entangled by Vermaelen, but Raul, who came from behind, had a chance. Yang Feng decisively swept the ball into the penalty area.
"Yang Feng came again, quickly breaking through Arteta... Cochran came with bad intentions, Yang Feng accelerated! He can be faster!? Cochran rubbed Yang Feng's back and rushed out of the bounds... Is there a chance? Cross the ball! Raul! Scoop shot!"
Raul started two or three meters in front of Yang Feng, and the two ran parallel, but when he rushed into the penalty area, he was already five or six meters behind Yang Feng.
Yang Feng knocked the ball across the middle of the penalty area, and paused to take care of Raul's speed. Raul gritted his teeth and sprinted hard, but when the football came in front of him, he still couldn't catch up and could only slide forward. Shoveled it.
The football was kicked by Raul's sole and flew towards the center of the goal.
The ball was weak and weak, and the direction of the flight of the football was right in the middle of the goal. It would be a damned thing if it could go in.
Raul had already resigned himself to his fate and lay back, not even wanting to see the result. Unexpectedly, the next second the whole audience burst into exclamations.
"Huntelaar!"
"careful!"
"Go in!"
Mannone moved his steps slightly and was about to hold the football in his arms in his most handsome posture. Unexpectedly, Huntelaar came out of nowhere and headed the ball into the goal.
The away fans had jumped to their feet and cheered heartily, but Yang Feng immediately turned to look at the linesman.
Huntelaar also turned around guiltily and saw the small flag raised high in the hands of the linesman.
Offside...
"Go...huh?" Martin Taylor's cheers suddenly stopped, "Is it offside?"
Lineker said: "Yes, Huntelaar was indeed in an offside position at the moment Raul shot..."
"Oh, what a pity, what a great offense! Young has almost fed the ball to Raul's mouth! Although it hurts to say this, Raul... is really no longer the Raul he used to be."
Lineker lamented: "Yes, if he was young, Raul would never miss this opportunity. Of course, it is also possible that Feng is too fast. Not only his opponents failed to keep up with him, but his teammates also failed to follow him." Going to his rhythm, you know, I have occasionally encountered such players in my career. Each of them is the most difficult guy on the court, and they feel like they are not from the same world as us. .”
"Feng? You mean Yang?"
"Hmm," Lineker raised his chin proudly, "Have I ever told you that I have a Chinese friend?"
"What does this have to do with your Chinese friends?"
"He told me that 'Yang' is actually the surname, and 'Feng' is the given name. If we follow Chinese habits, Schalke No. 9 might actually prefer people to call him 'Feng' instead of 'Yang', haha, Even the Germans didn't realize this."
"Oh, well, I don't notice any difference, but since your Chinese friend said that...well, Feng? The pronunciation of 'Yang' in English means young, so what is 'Feng'?"
"I haven't had time to ask yet."
Raul stood up and gave Yang Feng a thumbs up.
Huntelaar shrugged at the two and said he tried his best.
Arsenal escaped. The defenders looked at me and I looked at you, but they didn't know who to blame.
Arsenal assistant coach Bould was anxiously pacing the sidelines, looking towards the stands as if he wanted to get some instructions from Wenger in the stands.
The camera showed the professor with a frosty face at the right time. The old man was holding his shoulders and looking at the court in silence, not knowing what he was thinking.
Balder gritted his teeth and made a decision.
Can't help it! We can only attack each other! Compete with who can score more goals!
Mannone took the goal kick and the ball fell to midfield.
Jones and Cazorla jumped up together, but neither could touch the ball, and the ball fell past their scalps into Schalke's half.
Hegel was the first to arrive and passed the ball to the wing just as the ball was about to jump up again.
A long pass from Uchida Atsuto.
Yang Feng was walking back slowly, but when he looked up, he saw the football flying towards him.
He quickly stopped, tightened his arms, leaned his upper body slightly back, and stopped the ball with his chest.
Cochran came up ghostly and pushed Yang Feng forward.
The referee immediately put the whistle into his mouth, but Yang Feng did not fall to the ground. Instead, he cushioned the ball twice with his thigh, and then suddenly kicked the ball high behind him when Cochran thought he was about to turn around.
The football flew over their heads and fell behind them.
Yang Feng then turned around, overtook Kirkland and caught up with the football. He took two steps into the court and then volleyed directly.
It was thirty meters away from the goal and very close to the right. No one could have imagined that he would suddenly take such a kick.
The football drew an obvious arc and flew towards the upper right corner of the goal. Mannone had given up the rescue and, like all the spectators, followed the trajectory of the football and turned his neck.
The sound of "bang" is like hearing the sound of nature.
"Yang Feng suddenly hit the goal, but unfortunately the football hit the crossbar. Schalke 04 missed the goal again, but the first half was just over halfway. If they continue to play like this, it is only a matter of time before they score again. …”
The football bounced out and landed at Vermaelen's feet.
The Arsenal captain in the post-Van Persie era did not kick the ball away with his big foot, but passed the ball to Cazorla in front of him.
Arsenal began to play their trademark quick coordination on the ground.
Martin Taylor rattled off a series of names of players involved in the attack as if reading a list.
"Vermaelen... Cazorla... Podolski! Unfortunately, no chance was found, and the pass was passed back... Cochrane got the ball, don't be anxious, organize patiently, and give it to Podolski again, a sudden through ball!"
The moment Bordowski received the ball, he suddenly put it in front of the small penalty area. Giroud quickly got rid of Hwedes' defense and volleyed.
The football flew straight to the left side of the goal. Before the spectators on the sidelines even had time to cheer or be annoyed, Onnerstahl already raised his hand like a conditioned reflex, narrowly blocking the football.
The voices of the fans started to ring out. The voices of Arsenal fans changed from cheers to regret, and the voices of Schalke fans changed from worry to joy, and then uniformly turned into exclamations in the next second.
Ramsey deftly hit the ball and shot the football blocked by Onner Starr into the net.
Onnastall and Hewedes immediately raised their hands, "Offside! Offside!"
Everyone turned to look at the referee at the same time, but saw that the referee showed no sign.
"The referee Eriksson from Sweden pointed his finger at the center circle. The goal was valid and Arsenal tied the score... Schalke 04's defense was full of holes... Let's take a look at the replay... Huh? This ball... seems to be really suspected of being offside..."
The moment Giroud shot, Ramsey rushed past Matip. According to the line drawn on the screen, half of his foot had indeed passed Matip and was in an offside position.
Hewedes first looked up to the sky and sighed, and then buried his head deeply, shameless to see anyone.
Ramsey actually thought the ball would be blown away, so he rushed to the sidelines to celebrate.
Wenger jumped up in the stands, high-fiving and hugging the fans around him.
"It's over. Death has scored again. I don't know who is unlucky this time."
"What Death? Nana has a new plot?"
"This is not a joke, but... I don't know how to put it, just search "Ramsey's Law of Death" by yourself."
"Shivering.jpg"
"I'll rub it. Fortunately I bought a big ball."
Yang Feng came to the center circle, lifted up the hem of his jersey and wiped his sweat.
Only then did Raul have the opportunity to discuss the ball with him and said: "Take care of the old guy and go back a little bit when passing the ball next time."
"It's just the opposite here. The next time you pass the ball, go forward a little more than before. I am now..." Yang Feng said, "Soon."
"I can see it," Raul still looked in disbelief, "an incredible improvement."
Huntelaar pursed his lips and said: "Come on, it's not the first time. Aren't you used to it? His age and talent are really enviable. Whether it is physical or technical, he has not yet reached his limit... …Have you grown taller again?”
"It seems to have grown a centimeter taller."
"I'm just saying..."
The game started again, this time Yang Feng stood in the center circle and kicked off the ball with Huntelaar.
After Arsenal tied the score, they did not become conservative. Instead, they played more unrestrainedly. Using offense instead of defense, they contained Schalke 04's offense. The two sides exchanged offense and defense, and the rhythm was very fast. Unfortunately, it was not until the first half. The game entered stoppage time and failed to score again.
"The preparations for the first half are over. The score is 1-1. Yang... Feng? So fast! Farfan passes the ball, and Yang Feng rushes in from the left!"
Some fans who had been holding back for forty minutes had already stood up and were about to drain the water, but they sat back down as soon as they straightened their backs.
Farfan's pass was not perfect. It almost reached the feet of Cazorla. Cazorla had already made a big-footed move to clear the ball, but Yang Feng flew past the two in the blink of an eye, as if teleporting. With a distance of two or three meters, he pushed the ball away from Cazorla with one kick, and then chased after him.
Cazorla quickly turned around and stretched out his hand to pull.
He failed to pull Yang Feng's shoulders, only his jersey, and the jersey slipped out of his hands before he exerted any force.
Yang Feng's kick was a bit big, and it looked like he was passing the ball to Jenkinson who was rushing up from behind.
Jenkinson did not dare to wait for the ball, but moved forward quickly towards the football, but it was still a step too late.
Yang Feng was half a step ahead and flicked the ball, flying past him.
"Cazorla was slow... Jenkinson failed to stop... Mertesacker! Oh my god! Yang overtook by force and passed! He caught up! He passed the ball to himself three seconds later!"
Yang Feng passed the ball.
The football went in, and he bypassed Mertesacker from outside the boundary and caught up with the football behind him.
The distance the ball traveled was quite exaggerated. The ball was kicked directly ten meters behind Mertesacker. He was about to go out of the baseline, but was saved by Yang Feng before he was about to go out of bounds.
Vermaelen pointed at Huntelaar and shouted to Santos, "Watch him!"
He rushed towards the football.
He arrived in a hurry, but before he could stretch his legs, Yang Feng used the familiar Kumho maneuver to get past him.
Only Huntelaar and Santos were left in the penalty area, and Yang Feng drove the ball directly along the baseline.
Mannone did not sit still and wait for death, but abandoned the goal and blocked it head on.
Yang Feng pushed the ball into the court again and ran out of the baseline again.
The ball passed.
Huntelaar made a mistake that all forwards make. When he saw the football rolling over, he immediately wanted to rush forward and hit the goal. Unexpectedly, Yang Feng was faster than him, and the two were about to collide.
Stevens couldn't help but curse angrily, but the next second he opened his mouth wide, dumbfounded and unable to make a sound.
Yang Feng moved the ball again.
Another man-ball pass.
But this time it was Huntelaar who passed...
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