Yang Feng rushed to the football at full speed and fired a kick at the falling football.
Terry faced him head-on without fear of death, but the football flew past his shoulder. On the contrary, Yang Feng couldn't brake in time and hit him directly.
Yang Feng felt like he hit a wall, while Terry felt like he was hit head-on by a tank, and both of them fell to the ground.
The football that Yang Feng blasted passed Cech's palm, hit the crossbar hard and flew out of the baseline.
Everyone quickly helped the two people up.
Yang Feng rubbed his chest, thankful that he hadn't hit his head just now, otherwise he might have suffered a concussion.
Terry also painfully rubbed his chest that was hit, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he secretly stepped back just now, otherwise he might not have been able to pass this level without breaking two or three bones.
The audience burst into warm applause. They didn't know what the hell these people were doing, they just felt the pain was severe.
Terry was used to being a tough guy and originally wanted to hold on, but Yang Feng gave up and asked Cross to help him off the court. He simply stopped holding back and let Ivanovic help him off the court. side.
The team doctors on both sides rushed in and picked the person up halfway.
While they were sitting in the medical area catching their breath, they were working in full swing on the field.
"Oscar made a diagonal pass, and Cahill's volley from 14 yards from the left rib of the penalty area missed! Chelsea missed a good opportunity to equalize the score!"
"Schürrle passed the ball, Ramirez broke through in the middle, and it was Yaya Toure again! Oops, it wasn't clean! Schurrle came up again and took a long shot! Fortunately, Oblak."
"Who said Mourinho is conservative? Chelsea's offensive is very fierce. Look, here it comes again... It's Ramirez again, passing the ball, and Torres headers the goal! The force is a bit weak, and Oblak easily takes the ball. Confiscated.”
"It's Manchester City's turn to counterattack. Yaya Toure, Kroos, and David Silva. The offensive line is very clear. It's Kroos who returns the pass and distributes it to Nasri on the other side. Nasri's left rib in the penalty area Suddenly cut inside! Shot... Huh? The whistle sounded, and the referee ruled that Aguero had committed a foul in the penalty area... Yang Feng and Terry stood on the sidelines, and they seemed to be fine..."
David Silva high-fived Yang Feng and said, "Are you okay?"
"It's okay," Yang Feng said, "They are very fierce."
"That's right," Silva said, "Tony and I want to collect it first..."
"Stop it and do it head on!"
Silva spread his hands speechlessly, "You are the boss, you have the final say."
Yang Feng ran to the front, and Silva stretched out his hand and waved forward, signaling for his teammates to press on.
Cech kicked the ball to Ashley Cole, and Yang Feng immediately rushed towards him.
Lampard immediately responded, but Kroos was also next to him immediately.
Ashley Cole could only protect the ball and turn around, preparing to cross Terry, but Aguero had already pressed to Terry's side, waiting for him to throw himself into the net.
Ashley Cole had no choice but to pass back to Cech, but Yang Feng turned a corner directly in front of him and chased the football.
Aguero also stepped on the accelerator and rushed towards Cech.
No matter how it looked, it was impossible for them to catch up with the football, but the momentum was so scary that Cech was so intimidated that he quickly ran towards the football. Without even half a second, he kicked the ball towards the goalkeeper. Midfield.
The ball was passed a bit fiercely, and Oscar had to slowly take a few steps back, preparing to remove the ball with the inside of his foot. Unexpectedly, Krissy came up quietly and crossed the ball at the moment he was about to catch the ball. In front of him, he kicked the ball to Silva.
David Silva looked towards the penalty area. Aguero and Yang Feng, who were walking back from the goal, turned sideways at the same time and made a starting posture.
Terry and Cahill were facing a formidable enemy and quickly used their hands and feet to get firmly between them and the goal.
Silva was about to bring the ball forward and slowly look for an opportunity, but Yang Feng unexpectedly raised his hand while pushing Terry with his shoulder.
"...Manchester City played very actively, but the pressing in the frontcourt made Chelsea a little uncomfortable...Silva took the ball and passed it directly?"
"The ball was passed a bit... rough! Well, a beautiful pass!"
When the football was passed to the goal, Terry, Aguero and Cahill immediately rushed over and jumped to header the ball at the same time. On the contrary, Yang Feng, who raised his hand to signal Silva to pass the ball, just took a step and accidentally stopped in place. , and took a step back as if he was so happy.
The football was pushed by Terry and Aguero at the same time, and flew crookedly in the direction of Yang Feng.
The entire audience and players on both sides of the bench jumped to their feet.
Yang Feng swung his right foot back and immediately ejected the football after it landed.
He deliberately pressed down, not daring to be too violent, but aimed at the upper right corner of the goal. The moment the football left his feet, he was 90% sure, and he was already ready to turn around and run to celebrate. Unexpectedly, Cech was like a god, and he actually came in front of him. Reacted the moment the shot was taken...
If his pause and retreat just now came from the unique sense of smell in front of the goal of a god-level striker, and an occasional flash can create a shocking goal, then Cech's reaction can probably be interpreted as the innate talent of a god-level goalkeeper. His special sense of danger can make even the best striker doubt his life if it happens occasionally.
The only thing that can defeat magic is magic, and there is no reason whatsoever.
The commentators from all over the world were stunned by the two men's metaphysical attacks and defenses, as if they had opened eyes of foresight.
"Young shot, go... ah? Cech made a divine save! He completed an impossible task! His reaction speed is faster than lightning!"
"Yang Feng's close shot was actually blocked by Cech! It's amazing. Yang Feng predicted the trajectory of the football, and Cech predicted Yang Feng's shot!?"
Of course, there is no prejudgment, it is completely instinctive, just like those seemingly inexplicable shots and saves on the football field. Even the person involved cannot explain the reason. Anyway, everything happened so suddenly.
Cech roared through his mask and hammered his chest.
This scene can definitely become another highlight of his career, the kind that is worthy of watching the video over and over again after retirement.
Yang Feng lifted up the hem of his jersey and wiped his sweat, then silently retreated to the back of the goal.
Cross walked silently to the corner kick area, and other Manchester City players also entered the penalty area. Everyone in Chelsea who had just breathed a sigh of relief immediately became nervous again.
"Although Yang Feng's shot was saved, Chelsea's crisis has not been completely resolved. Manchester City got a corner kick opportunity..."
Cech pointed at Yang Feng and saw that Terry and Ashley Cole had already pinched him on the left and right. He was still worried and warned: "Don't let him run!"
Before Terry and Ashley Cole could respond, Yang Feng smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't run away."
As soon as he finished speaking, he squeezed hard and got out from between the two of them.
Terry and Ashley Colfax shouted and quickly followed.
Cross took a look and quickly passed the ball.
Yang Feng ran too fast and had no time to adjust. As soon as the football flew over his head, he jumped up and shot with an overhead kick.
Terry followed too close and was almost kicked in the head by him, but fortunately, he was safe in the end.
This time Cech was completely powerless and could only watch as the football was hit by Yang Feng and then bounced hard to the ground.
Just as the football was about to go in, the ball bounced up and hit Yaya Toure's arm...
Yaya Toure quickly turned aside to avoid it, but there was still a pain in his forearm.
It’s over…
"Kros took a corner kick, and Yang Feng... shot with an overhead kick! The ball went in! The football first bounced to the ground, and then bounced into the net! Hey, the Chelsea players seem to have something to say..."
"Handball! The football hit Yaya Toure's hand first!" Terry yelled at the referee.
Lampard also raised his hand, "Handball first, the goal is invalid!"
"Even if there is no handball, Yaya Toure is offside! The football must have touched him!"
Yaya Toure still wanted to quibble, but the referee shook his head and said, "I saw it. Can you please stop being so excited, gentlemen?"
"Uh..." Yaya Toure, who accidentally became a pig teammate, shrugged apologetically to Yang Feng.
"It's okay," Yang Feng waved his hand magnanimously, "Come again!"
"The referee signaled that the goal was invalid. Looking at the slow-motion replay, it is true that the football hit Yaya Toure's hand. It is a pity that such a wonderful shot was missed."
"Kross and Yang Feng have such a tacit understanding that it's completely invisible that they have only been teammates for three months. This may be the understanding between geniuses."
"Manchester City did not appear conservative because they were one goal ahead. Chelsea faced a severe test..."
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