Yang Feng admitted that he was gambling.
Regardless of the angle or timing, this should not be a shot. Neither Neuer nor Yang Feng himself would think that it was time to shoot at this time under normal circumstances.
But life is like this sometimes, feeling is more important than anything else.
When it doesn't feel right, even pushing into an empty goal feels awkward, but when it feels right... it's just a matter of trembling.
Neuer was shocked and stunned.
From stopping the ball with his chest to volleying, Yang Feng did all his actions in one go.
The football seemed to be teleporting, and even the camera didn't follow it. The audience in front of the screen waited for an extra second before seeing the football in the goal in the camera. It gave people the feeling that some troublemaker with insufficient skills had put this ball in front of the screen. The clip was maliciously edited.
But... as we all know, videos cannot be Photoshopped, well, live broadcasts cannot be Photoshopped, so the goals are real.
The live perspective is another matter entirely.
All of Yang Feng's movements were as standard as in a textbook. His arms were slightly bent close to his body, his upper body was slightly tilted back, and his chest gently pushed the ball diagonally upward.
The moment the football fell, his right foot suddenly shot up, and his whole body was lifted up by the power of his right foot. He was about to twist at an angle in the air, from facing the goal side to facing the goal. The football was like a rainbow penetrating the sun. , flying directly into the upper right corner of the goal along a straight diagonal trajectory.
"Aguero was outflanking the goal. The defender was watching very closely. There was no chance. Silva passed the ball back to Yang Feng to regroup... Yang Feng hit the goal? OMG... the ball went in! It went in! This goal... ..." The little expert at reciting poems was stuck for a moment. He couldn't find any verses that fit the occasion. He could only pick up a sentence from his emergency library, "The horse is so fast, the bow is like a thunderbolt string. !”
"Hehe, this kick is really... Ouch, Yang Feng's body is completely invisible. You don't look like a slugger at all, right, but this kick is no worse than those sluggers."
"GOAL!!! Young's super world wave! This shot was too sudden, too fast and too accurate! Not only did the defender have no reaction, but even Neuer was unprepared!"
The moment the ball hit the net, Yang Feng rushed to the sidelines, taking off his jersey as he ran. When he was about to run out of the court, he threw the jersey in his hand towards the stands, then opened his arms and looked back. Lying on the grass.
Xiwa and Akun ran over quickly and pounced on him.
"Oh, Yang also took off his jersey. Is this a response to Ribery?"
Guardiola, who was on the sidelines with his hands on his hips, originally wanted to call Lahm over to give him a few words of advice, but when the end came, he suddenly changed his mind and touched his nose with his outstretched hand, then turned and walked back to the coaching bench.
This kind of goal is a typical non-combat crime. No matter how flawlessly prepared the defender is, it doesn't matter. He can only pray that the opponent messes up or his own goalkeeper suddenly convulses and can pounce.
This goal was replayed on the screen for the third time. The difference was that this time subtitles were slowly played out.
28m, 165km/h.
"165 kilometers per hour! The speed of Yang Feng's ball has exceeded the free kick that Carlos scored for the Chinese team in the 2002 World Cup, reaching an astonishing 165 kilometers per hour! Maybe Neuer should be grateful that he did not block the ball... …”
"Damn it, over one hundred and sixty is so scary, those perverts who are two hundred kilometers per hour?"
"Ha! How many shots with a speed of 200 kilometers per hour have appeared in the entire history of football?"
"I've been talking for a long time, but no one can tell me how much Carlos is?"
"149, it scared me silly at that time."
"Anyway, if it's above 120, it'll be a hit."
"Thank you for your kindness, we have another special feature for this issue!"
Cross finally pulled Yang Feng out from the crowd, and heard him ask: "What bet did you make with Neuer?"
"It's just a joke, don't think about it, there's no way he can fulfill it."
"So what exactly did you bet on..."
"If you score a goal, he comes and cleans your shoes."
"What if I don't get in?"
"You kiss his glove."
"Me?" Yang Feng pointed at himself and said in disbelief, "You made a bet and asked me to cash it in?"
"Of course it's you," Cross said matter-of-factly, "Is it me?"
"……you win."
The referee came over, showed Yang Feng a yellow card with a smile, and reminded: "Be careful, if you don't want to be the first player in the history of the Champions League to be sent off for taking off his clothes to celebrate and accumulate yellow cards."
"Oh? So you think I can still score goals, right?"
The referee immediately became serious and said, "I didn't say that."
"Admit it, that's what you meant."
"..." The referee turned his head and ignored him.
"You equalized the score for the team in an important game and received a point. Current points: 25"
After winning the European Player of the Month, he already has 20 points, 3 points for the hat trick against Manchester United, and 1 point for the Premier League Player of the Month. With this, he is still 5 points away from his first purple card.
"Soon……"
The game started again and both sides returned to the same starting line.
After scoring a goal, Manchester City seemed to suddenly wake up. The rhythm on the court was no longer dominated by Bayern. The ball possession rate and number of offenses and defenses of both sides gradually became even, and the game became more intense.
Although there are only two places, there is no need to fight to the death, but the arrogant players on both sides do not want to lose to their opponents, and are not even willing to accept a draw. Yang Feng and Ribery are even more unwilling to do so. A woolen handshake to make peace.
The game soon reached the 30th minute. Ribery was still tirelessly attacking Manchester City's wing. Fernandio had to lean towards him to strengthen the defense on this side, but Bayern was dominated by Robben on the other side. Yes, you may not be able to stop someone even if you try your best, let alone when you are distracted.
But Old Man Luo didn’t know if he had diarrhea today or something else. He has been very low-key from the beginning of the game until now, and was completely overshadowed by Franck Ribery on the other side. It was only now that Manchester City’s defensive players relaxed their vigilance towards him that he showed his strength. tooth.
"Yang Feng dribbled the ball in the middle and challenged Lahm... Oops, it was blocked, Bayern's chance to counterattack!"
Yang Feng quickly counterattacked to regain the field, but Ram would not give him a chance. After successfully stealing the ball, he immediately played the ball to Shaqiri.
Shaqiri originally wanted to make a charge on his own, but Robben suddenly started and ran out of the gap in the blink of an eye. He didn't dare to pretend that he couldn't see it, so he could only pass the ball through with a straight kick.
"Ah? Did Manchester City miss someone?" He Shi was startled, "How did Robben get the ball so easily?"
This was Fernandio's fault, but it was too late for him to make amends. He could only hope that Yaya Toure could save his life. As a result, Yaya Toure was killed by Robben in one glance.
Old man Luo flicked and buckled quickly, cutting inside!
Kompany and Clichy quickly stepped forward to block the ball, but they did not expect that Robben faked a shot and passed the ball. He pushed the ball directly past the two of them with a gentle push from the inside of his foot.
"Robben shoots...passes the ball! Muller! Oh, fortunately Demi...ah?"
Robben went straight towards Muller, and Demichelis stretched out his foot to intercept, but he was too hasty and split.
Muller had already given up, but he didn't expect the ball to come inexplicably.
Oblak didn't even have time to scold Farke and immediately attacked, but Muller had already calmly extended his foot to push.
Football went straight to the dead end, 1-2.
"GOAL!!! Robben and Muller's tacit connection, the defending champion once again exceeded the score! Three goals in half an hour, an average of one every ten minutes! This is because the defensive players are in poor condition, or the offensive players Is the efficiency too high?"
He Shi said: "Oh, this ball should not be played at all. Hey, wait, it seems that Demichelis needs to bear some responsibility for this ball. So...will Demichelis' law take effect in Manchester City?"
"It's hard to say, after all, it has only been effective in Bayern and Argentina before..." Zhang Lu said, "But maybe, it's hard to say this kind of thing, right?"
"Where's the boss? What the hell is Deke's law of confusion?"
"Demichelis' Law: 1. If Demichelis's mistake puts the opponent ahead, Bayern and Argentina can launch a desperate counterattack, no matter how far behind Bayern and Argentina are... Forget it, go to Baidu yourself, anyway, if Demichelis If Kelis' team falls behind because of his mistakes, then this team can turn around in the end, well, the example is no less than Ramsey's law of death."
"...What the hell is the law of death? I'm just watching a ball, and you're going to throw out a bunch of laws for me?"
"I have to say, Ramsey is awesome."
As the most direct witnesses of Demichelis' Law, everyone at Bayern Munich certainly knows about this stuff, but of course they will not worry about it just because of this so-called law that is mostly entertainment. But this kind of law and magic spell on the court How can I put it this way? Just like the half-faced headlines and the Rain God, they were originally the most vulnerable characters to collapse, but they are still maintaining it well so far, which is quite mysterious...
Demichelis shrugged at Oblak sheepishly and said: "Sorry, my fault, Robben's pass was too fast, so... I'll pay attention next time."
Oblak adjusted his gloves and said: "I think you are too nervous. Maybe you are not used to playing against Bayern?"
Demichelis said helplessly: "No, it's Robben after all."
Oblak said: "That's just Robben."
"..." Looking at Oblak, who was honest on the surface but actually fearless, Demichelis suddenly felt that he was old.
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Robben and Franck Ribery stood on either side of Muller, accepting cheers from the away fans, but Ribery suddenly turned around, walked towards the home team's stands and held out two fingers.
"Huh? Ribery is provoking the home fans! It seems that the boos from the fans make him very uncomfortable."
"Due to the unhappiness with Yang Feng, Ribery has become the most unpopular person at the Etihad Stadium. The Frenchman obviously knows this, or in other words, he enjoys it now..."
Ribery's current expression is a typical "I like the way you can't stand me but can't kill me."
Kompany approached Lahm angrily and said, "Take care of your players, otherwise I won't guarantee that you will leave the Etihad alive today."
Ram said: "We have our own code of conduct. It's your fans who went too far. You can't blame us."
"Is this your first day playing football? How can you be a professional player if you can't even stand this?"
"Professional players are human beings first and should not have to pay for anyone's disrespect."
"This is football, why the hell are you trying to be polite to me?"
"So since there is no need to be polite, why are you so excited because of his impoliteness? Is it because of your own incompetence?"
Kompany had no idea that Lahm's words were so sharp, and he was immediately stopped by the question. Fortunately, Yang Feng came to the rescue in time.
He pulled Ram aside and said, "Don't worry about him. You did the right thing. You did well. The winner has the power to be arrogant. I can't wait to see him twist his butt or flash his middle finger to the fans."
"...You really want to see him die, right?"
"That's what you said, I didn't say anything."
"If my guess is correct, you have already thought about how to provoke you at the Allianz Arena next time, right?"
"I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense."
Ram shook his head, "It doesn't matter if you have it or not, we won't give you this chance."
"You say that every time, but I..." Yang Feng stretched out his fingers and pretended to count.
Ram looked constipated and said impatiently: "Stop counting, stop counting! 9!"
"No, plus the one just now, there are 10."
Ram was speechless.
Yes, Yang Feng scored ten goals against Bayern.
What else could he do, he could only continue to say harshly: "That's the last one."
"as long as you are happy."
Although Lahm was tough-talking, after Ribery finished provoking him, he went up to remind him and asked him to restrain himself.
Ribery obviously didn't buy it and said: "Didn't you see what they did to me?"
"Then you should use your performance on the court to fight back instead of quarreling with others like a child." Ram was really tired. "I think a hat trick is much more useful than two fingers."
"this is a good idea."
Ribery set himself a small goal of a hat trick and began to work hard to execute it. However, amidst the blessings of the fans in the audience, the Frenchman's performance began to become a bit unbearable.
"... Ribery tried to break through Yaya Toure, but was blocked. He was too eager to express himself. This is not a sign of maturity... Well, of course, from another perspective, in the situation just now, a personal breakthrough was indeed A more suitable approach…”
"Yaya Toure passed the ball to Cross, and Cross and David Silva cooperated like hitting the wall, and then passed the ball over Ram's head..."
Yang Feng once again faced the goal and stopped the ball behind Lahm on his chest. Bayern was immediately frightened from the defender to the goalkeeper, fearing that he would unreasonably kick it again, but Yang Feng just kicked it like a shuttlecock. He pushed the ball hard with the inside of his right foot and lifted the ball into the penalty area.
Aguero unloaded the ball lightly and feinted Dante twice with his upper body. He got out of the angle and immediately hit the goal with a kick.
Neuer fell to the ground and dived sideways, saving the ball before it flew over the goal line.
Boateng controlled the ball and kicked the ball forward with his big feet.
Swainsteiger beat Zabaleta to get the ball, but when he passed the ball to Alaba, the ball was intercepted by Kompany who predicted correctly.
Kompany found David Silva with a low pass.
Yang Feng retreated to respond, passing the ball quickly with Silva and Kroos, and soon brought the ball to the edge of Bayern's penalty area and into the launch area of the Cloud Piercer.
Neuer bent down and waved his hands nervously, "Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Don't block my view."
The defenders were speechless, so let's just watch him shoot, right?
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Continue to kill yourself with this scumbag＞︿＜
