The game continued, and the two injured players were still being treated on the sidelines. The two coaches were still waiting for the team doctor's conclusion before deciding whether to make a substitution. Anyway, everyone was missing one, and no one took advantage of the other.
Yang Feng's header just went over the crossbar, and now it's Real Madrid's goal kick.
The football was kicked to the midfield by Casillas. Alonso and Jones jumped up and failed to reach the ball, but instead took advantage of Kaka behind.
Brother Jam is actually in good shape today, and he tried to lead a wave in the middle again.
The iconic stride.
"Ye Qing is back!"
"Ni Ma Waka is still so handsome!"
"Kaka scored one and Yang Feng scored two. The game is over and everyone is happy."
Kaka will celebrate his 32nd birthday in twelve days. After various overhauls, his condition is only about 60 to 70% of what he was at his peak. Yang Feng caught up with him from the last two sprints and tackled from the side.
Kaka made an emergency stop to change the direction of the ball, but it was still a little slow. The football was poked away by Yang Feng, and he himself hit Yang Feng's legs and fell to the ground.
Real Madrid fans immediately booed loudly.
"Executioner!"
"What the hell do you do besides tackle?"
"Red card! Get out!"
Touch the ball first and then the person, and the card will be red.
Yang Feng patted his butt and stood up, then bent down and stretched out his hand.
Kaka was stunned for a moment, but still held Yang Feng's stretched out hand.
Using both hands at the same time, Kaka was pulled up from the ground by Yang Feng.
The two said nothing, just patted each other on the back, and then chased the football again.
As long as they score one more goal, they can advance. Of course, Real Madrid played with all their might. Schalke was beaten twice in the half. Of course, they knew that it was unreliable to stick to it, and they were always planning to steal one. Every attack in the game touches the hearts of countless fans.
In the 58th minute of the game, when Yang Feng once again received a long pass from Hewedes, the stands suddenly burst into warm applause.
Heger and Ramos were already standing on the sidelines.
Both had bandages on their heads.
Although it is not as good as Stam's on-site anesthesia stitches and Puyol's stapler to sew his brow bone, it can still be regarded as two macho men.
Yang Feng looked up and looked away, continuing to dribble the ball forward.
Modric immediately got involved.
The Croatian is now an important role in Real Madrid's formation, but absolutely no one could have imagined that he would reach the heights of the Golden Ball in the future. Just looking at his size, no one would associate him with a defensive hero, but Yang Feng still He carefully controlled the football and then quickly pedaled the bicycle.
This bicycle is from Quaresma, and it is more or less similar to Cristiano Ronaldo's. The audience looked at Yang Feng in a strange way...
Modric also felt a sense of familiarity, so he did not dare to take the first step. Instead, he cautiously backed away, his eyes fixed on the football at Yang Feng's feet.
Seeing that he was not fooled, Yang Feng could only push the ball hard with the outside of his right foot, get a little space, and violently break through.
Ramos, who was waiting on the sidelines to come on, glared at him with disdain.
If you can't do it technically, just play with your body. This guy is so disgusting!
Modric immediately blocked the position laterally, but was immediately knocked back.
Yang Feng was also hit by him and his movements were deformed, but he quickly adjusted and moved the ball to support Xabi Alonso.
Alonso turned around and gave chase.
"Yang Feng broke through Modric and passed the ball against Alonso! Beautiful! Overtaking from the outside!"
Yang Feng stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and ran out of bounds.
Hegel quickly took two steps back.
Ramos didn't want to retreat, and he even wanted to stretch his legs out to Yang Feng, but seeing his menacing look, he couldn't help but take a step back.
Yang Feng flew past the two of them with sparks and lightning all the way, bypassing Xabi Alonso who was already clenching his teeth and flushing.
Yawenba
He even passed the football. Because he couldn't stop the car, he ran out of the bottom line...
Everyone knew that Alonso could no longer be counted on, so Albiol and Marcelo rushed over.
Yang Feng turned around and rushed into the field, catching the football just before Marcelo and Albiol.
Marcelo and Albiol thought he was going to pass the ball or rush directly to the goal, so they quickly approached each other and closed the door to beat the dog.
Unexpectedly, instead of passing the ball between them, Yang Feng controlled the ball under his feet. He quickly touched the ball alternately with the inside of his left and right feet, and magically passed between the two of them with one push and one dunk.
"Yang Feng received the football passed by him three seconds ago. The fried ball broke through Marcelo and Albiol and cut horizontally into the penalty area! Casillas attacked!"
Yang Feng deliberately waited for a moment, and then kicked off the ball after Cassie was far enough away from the goal.
The football rose lightly from the ground, drew a beautiful rainbow in front of Real Madrid's goal, and crossed the goal line.
"GOOOOOOOOOAL!!! Yang has beaten four people! Xavi Alonso, Modric, Marcelo and Albiol couldn't stop him!"
"When the sea is flowing, a hero shows his true colors! At the critical moment when Real Madrid is about to tie the score, when Schalke 04 is about to fall from heaven to hell, Yang Feng steps forward again!
Football is a team sport. In this sport, even ordinary individuals can create great miracles when united. However, we have also witnessed too many individual heroisms in this sport. Maradona in 1986, Baggio in 1994, and Kaká in 2007, they all performed the super script of using mortal bodies to compete with gods, and today, or this season, we see it again in Yang Feng Such a miracle!
The 11th goal in the Champions League!
Yang Feng tied the personal scoring record of Asian players in the Champions League set by Uzbekistan's legendary star Maksim Shatskih! But it took Maxim Shatskih 45 games to score 11 goals, while Yang Feng only took 10 games! Or to be more precise, 9 and a half games! "
Yang Feng rushed to the sidelines and glided on his knees. However, during the gliding process, he neither clenched his fists and roared nor opened his arms and laughed wildly. Instead, he lowered his head slightly and put his right index finger to his mouth, making a silent gesture.
You guys... are really noisy!
Real Madrid fans were in a daze.
Who was the last person to be so domineering at the Bernabeu?
Ronaldinho? Thierry Henry? Or Leo Messi?
The first person to rush to Yang Feng was Hegel.
He rushed in from the outside and knelt in front of Yang Feng. He originally wanted to put his forehead on Yang Feng's forehead, but unexpectedly, Yang Feng reached out and hugged him heavily.
"Real Madrid is going to lose. Even Uncle Ye can't save it. I'm telling you that!"
"Yes, victory belongs to us!"
Others rushed over quickly, preparing to pounce. Yang Feng quickly stood up and shouted: "Stop! Didn't you see? There are wounded!"
Draxler knelt on one knee in front of him, pulled his right foot over, placed it on his thigh, and pretended to rub it.
In front of the door, Hildebrand knelt on the ground, stretched out the index fingers of both hands, pointed high to the sky, and filled her eyes.
In the Wei Ai fart box, Florentino said expressionlessly: "Stop the negotiations with Tottenham first and try our best to win over this Chinese."
Real Madrid Vice Chairman Santos said helplessly: "We have already tried, but he didn't even give us a chance to negotiate face to face."
"What's the reason?"
In the old man's opinion, this is nothing more than a means of raising prices.
Reject Real Madrid?
Figo refused, Ronaldo refused, Beckham refused, Kaka also refused, but in the end?
They all wore Real Madrid jerseys.
"No reason," Santos repeated with a shrug, "no reason, no request, as if he really doesn't care about Real Madrid."
"If there is no request, then the request is too big..." Florentino muttered in a low voice, "Greedy Chinese."
…
Yang Feng looked at the points record.
"You scored a wonderful goal and gained a point. Current points: 16"
"You opened the scoring for the team in a key game and gained a point. Current points: 17"
Soon……
If he scores another goal, he will break the Champions League scoring record for Asian players. If not, a new card will be released in this game.
"Real Madrid is also a big player in points."
The game started again, and Heger and Ramos finally entered the court.
Mourinho made the first substitution.
Benzema, who was doing nothing, was replaced, and the little smoke gun came on urgently.
Real Madrid started the rampage mode immediately after the kick-off. Schalke 04 was once again suppressed in their own half. Even Raul and Yang Feng returned to the midfield to support the defense.
Ramos' ghost lingered and followed Yang Feng.
Yang Feng glanced at his bandage and smiled: "It suits you quite well."
Ramos looked at his right leg maliciously and said, "That leg of yours is also suitable for a cast."
"Then give it a try," Yang Feng said, "I'll put on plaster, and you can at least put on steel nails. Who's afraid of whom?"
"Raul didn't tell you? The person who dared to talk to me like this last time can no longer play football."
"...Raul said, give him face and be gentle with you," Yang Feng walked slowly across the midfield line, "Don't worry, I promised him."
Ramos quickly followed, "For Raul's sake, I will also keep your left leg for you."
"Let's not talk about Raul, let's talk about Mourinho." Yang Feng looked at Ronaldo who was about to shoot and slowly stopped, "He only sent you to defend me. He is really big-hearted. "
Mourinho can only think about scoring goals now. He wants to throw Casillas into Schalke 04's penalty area, so he can't find the strength to defend Yang Feng.
Ramos also saw Ronaldo who was about to shoot, and immediately stopped behind Yang Feng, not even bothering to chat with him.
Ronaldo's explosive shot hit Matip's calf as expected. The football was kicked by you and me in the penalty area, and finally flew out of the penalty area.
Raul faced his own goal, fell backwards and hooked the ball hard.
Overhead pass.
Modric and Varane immediately rushed toward the football, but they could only see the backs of Yang Feng and Ramos.
Yang Feng accelerated and accelerated again, quickly surpassing Ramos.
Ramos reached out and pushed hard from behind.
Yang Feng leaned forward and did not fall to the ground. Instead, he stood up again after using his hands to support himself, stretched his feet forward and gently removed the football.
The referee silently put down his whistle and rushed behind the two men, panting heavily.
After Yang Feng paused, Ramos quickly caught up with him, but before he could make a move, the football was already lifted over his head by Yang Feng.
The football was picked from the left to the center.
The two of them chased after each other again, but Yang Feng got there first.
As the football fell, Yang Feng passed by and instantly shook Ramos aside.
"Ramos pushed someone from behind! Yang Feng fell... stood up again and passed the ball! He passed it! It was a one-shot! Huh? Oops! The ball is too sticky!" Zhang Lu even forgot to say "hehe", speaking too fast Quickly, "Yang Feng passed Ramos twice! Oops, three times! This scene seems a bit familiar, then, Kaka seems to have had a ball before, which broke someone's leg. Is it similar to this?"
Kaká himself doesn’t remember it clearly, but his fans are very impressed.
It was the Milan Derby in 2007. Kaká made three incredible and anti-human changes in a row, passing Samuel, a world-class defensive hero at the time, three times, breaking his ligaments.
You can't say Yang Feng's ball is different, it's exactly the same.
(besides……)
