Riquelme, after Maradona and before Messi, the most famous leader in Argentina.
Ball feel: ss;
Dribbling: ss;
field of view: ss;
Short pass: ss;
Free kick: ss;
Long pass: ss
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Six double S, and then various A and B, basically the type of protecting the ball in place 9, pushing forward 1, the feeling of fragmentation is quite serious, but for a DIY guy like Yang Feng, Six sss are enough for him to come up with many combinations.
There were ten minutes left in the first half, but everyone's attention was no longer on the game.
No matter which league you are in, if thirty goals is a barrier, then thirty-five goals is a chasm.
Looking through the nearly century-old history of the five major leagues, one can count the number of people who can cross this chasm with two hands. However, even among his contemporaries, Yang Feng is not alone, because he is not the only one who has cheated, Messi, Ronaldo , Lewandowski, Su Ya, all of them are strong figures. In front of these people, if you say someone scored 50 goals in a season, 5 goals in nine minutes, etc., nine out of ten people will complain about it. too much.
If the highest state of perversion is "even I, a pervert, think you are perverted," then the highest state of cheating is that even cheaters like Yang Feng think they are cheaters.
Of course, Messi's most crazy period of statistics has passed. The record of fifty goals in a single season and ninety goals in a year is not only unprecedented, but even he himself has never reached it again. What will follow will be the explosive period of Cristiano Ronaldo, and then only Lewandowski and Su Ya have made rapid progress, but unfortunately, whether it is Cristiano Ronaldo, Lewandowski or Suarez, they are destined to be someone's foil.
There are still eight rounds of the league. If Yang Feng is fully fired, he can score more than a dozen goals. Strictly speaking, every time he scores a goal, he will break the record, but the system's certification method is not like this. , but calculated by season. Yang Feng's idea is to brake after 40 goals. It is best to make the first few goals in the record his own.
As we all know, those who can get high scores are called academic masters, and those who can control their scores are worthy of being called academic gods...
Amid the fancy comments from commentators from various countries, the last ten minutes of the first half ended and the two sides entered the locker room with a score of 0-2.
Pellegrini affirmed the performance of his disciples, but naturally he did not forget to tell everyone not to drift against the Red Devils or the like.
I don’t know how many people listened, but Yang Feng didn’t.
The system is turned on, Neymar is placed on the ball, and Riquelme is placed on the dribbling - of course the most exciting combination should be the other way around, but he has already absorbed a lot of hatred in this game, and then uses Ma'er's dribbling. I took the initiative to get on the stretcher.
Ball feel: Robinho (ss);
Strong: Balotelli(s);
Agility: Robinho (ss);
Speed: Walcott(s);
Dribbling: Riquelme (ss).
In terms of comprehensive breakthrough ability, Messi is probably the only one in active service who can beat him, but for patients with obsessive-compulsive disorder, looking at those two S's is an eyesore.
"Instead of Barak's strength and Caniggia's speed?"
He was still distracted, Pellegrini had finished his lecture, and his teammates stepped forward to congratulate him.
Akun even came over directly carrying a bottle of champagne.
Yang Feng couldn't avoid it and was directly set on his face...
On the other side of the home team's locker room, Rooney threw the sweaty towel to the ground and sat in his seat sulking.
Others said nothing. The atmosphere in the locker room was as solid as cement. Some people on the fringe of the team even breathed carefully, as if the air would explode if they exhaled harder.
Everyone waited for a long time before Moyes pushed the door open. However, he did not close the door casually. Instead, he stopped the assistant coach who was about to close the door. Then he walked to the middle of the locker room, pointed to the door and said, "Did you hear that?" ?They are celebrating! I can also tell you, they are popping champagne!"
Hearing what he said, the Manchester United generals seemed to have really heard the cheers of the Manchester City people and smelled the smell of champagne, and their already ugly faces turned livid instantly.
"There is no retreat, guys, the other side has just surpassed us. When people talk about the Premier League scoring record in the future, they will say that he did it on Manchester United... That is simply a disaster..."
There are very few people in this Manchester United who really have the blood of the Red Devils. It is obviously unrealistic to expect Valencia and Rooney to cheer up. Fortunately, there is Ferdinand, but Yang Feng's two goals in the first half were all about killing him. He entered later. He felt somewhat guilty, but at this time he could only stand up and said, "It's time to fight..."
"The battle has begun!" Just two minutes into the second half, Lineker seemed to see the shadow of Manchester United at its peak and couldn't help shouting, "Manchester United players are very motivated...the ball was intercepted, and it was again Kante? Manchester City’s counterattack..."
The home fans who had just been excited suddenly withered, but looking at the Manchester United players who were pressing forward crazily, hope surged in their hearts.
Kanter originally wanted to take two steps forward, but as soon as he successfully stole the ball, not only did Welbeck immediately catch up with him after stealing the ball, but Cleverley and Rooney also rushed to block him immediately, frightening him immediately. Not light.
Although Kanter was frightened, he calmly protected the ball, turned around, and passed it back to Zabaleta.
Zabaleta was immediately pressed by Mata and could only cross Kompany.
Rooney turned and rushed towards the goal. Kompany gave a big kick, and the football directly rubbed the little fat man's scalp and flew towards the midfield.
Silva turned his back to stop the ball, knocked his heel, and the football rolled towards Yang Feng.
Carrick and Evra didn't wait for him to stop, approaching one after the other.
Evra didn't dare to go too far because of the yellow card, but Carrick was as brutal as he could be. Judging from the momentum of the sliding shovel, it was completely aimed at Yang Feng's supporting leg.
Yang Feng didn't seem to notice at all and even looked up to observe the goal.
"Watch your back!"
"Hide quickly!"
"Flash!"
Carrick pressed his foot down, and the spikes that were directed toward his calf were instead directed toward his ankle.
Evra curled his lips secretly.
The forward swing of the tackle was so long that he wanted to hit this monster, unless it was a ghost.
Sure enough, just when Carrick was about to kick the ball, Yang Feng suddenly stepped on the ball and pulled it.
Pellegrini, who was sitting in his seat twisting the bottle cap, paused when he saw Yang Feng's familiar action of pulling the ball, and suddenly shook his head, "I'm thinking too much..."
His glorious period was not with Real Madrid, but with Huang Submarine. The reason why Yellow Submarine was able to flourish was because Riquelme took charge of the overall situation and led everything in the midfield.
Pulling the ball to dodge and passing people on the spot are Riquelme's unique skills. It's not that Yang Feng has never used it before, but this time it is like holding Dove in his mouth. It is so silky and smooth that not only Pellet Greeney and even several assistant coaches saw the clues.
At first I thought it was an illusion, but when Yang Feng pulled the ball past Carrick and then past Evra, the familiar feeling that hit him could no longer be concealed.
Pellegrini stood up, walked to the sidelines, and stared at Yang Feng's every move.
Of course, Yang Feng would not move as fiercely as a tiger. He moved forward only 1.5 meters. After dodging the steals of two Manchester United players, he was ready to take off with the ball.
The referee arrived in a hurry and was about to blow the whistle. Unexpectedly, his eyes blurred in the next second, and he was so frightened that he took a step back.
Then something seemed to flash under his feet, and passed directly between his feet.
The referee was completely confused and quickly turned around, just in time to see Yang Feng's back walking away.
"...Yang Feng defeated three people in a row, including the referee..."
"Yang Feng crotched the referee and drove the ball straight into the Manchester United penalty area! Ferdinand! Ouch! This move is very dangerous!"
Ferdinand stretched his legs sideways at the moment Yang Feng passed by and stumbled heavily.
Yang Feng fell in the penalty area...
"Beep!"
The referee finally had the opportunity to blow his whistle, but his finger did not point to the penalty spot and just gave a free kick.
Yang Feng stretched out Aguero's extended hand, stood up with all his strength, and then stood in front of the referee, looking at him without saying a word.
The referee was furious and explained weakly: "The foul was committed outside the penalty area..."
He was really afraid that this guy would play with him again.
Yang Feng still liked his unruly look just now, but in this situation, he was too embarrassed to ask others to recover. He could only look at Aguero and asked: "Is what he said true?"
It was probably the first time for Akun to see such a humble referee. He suppressed a smile and said, "Maybe."
In fact, the location of the foul was indeed outside the penalty area, but when the two acted like this, the referee was murmuring in his heart. He felt guilty for some reason, and almost changed the yellow card he wanted to give Ferdinand to a red card...
"Ferdinand also received a yellow card. Manchester United should be careful. They are already lagging behind. If another person is sent off and it is an experienced defender like Evra and Ferdinand, the blow to them will be fatal..."
Yang Feng's free kick hit the wall.
Manchester United's counterattack.
Welbeck dribbled the ball from the wing, passed Clichy and then came to the bottom line and made a pass.
Rooney followed up from the middle and wanted to dive for a header, but Heibei passed the ball a little too well and actually drew an arc and turned behind Xiaopang.
The little fat man had a flash of inspiration, turned around quickly, jumped up with all his strength, and stretched out his fat legs...
Kompany's scalp went numb and he quickly jumped up, but it was not too late.
"Welbeck crosses! Rooney's overhead shot!!!"
Rooney's body was in the air, and the instep of his right foot hit the football.
feels good!
With a "bang", Rooney fell heavily to the lawn, but he seemed to have no pain nerves. He immediately turned over and looked at the goal, but he happened to see Oblak rushing out with the football in his arms.
"Oblak! World-class save! Rooney almost copied his masterpiece! What a pity, it was just that close! Oblak destroyed a piece of art!"
Rooney patted the turf next to him in displeasure. Oblak had already run past him with the ball in his arms and gave it a hard swing before rushing out of the penalty area.
The football was thrown to the left.
Yaya Toure headed the ball to Kroos.
Cross raised his right foot, took the ball down lightly, and then made a long pass before his opponent could intercept it.
It was originally intended to be passed to Silva on the left, but the moment he passed the ball, he saw Yang Feng running out of the penalty area and quickly lobbed the ball over.
This was a long pass up to thirty meters away. Yang Feng had just stepped onto the penalty area line. His back was obviously facing the goal, but Manchester United's defense was already facing a formidable enemy.
It was too late to cause offside, so we could only try not to turn him around.
"Watch out for Aguero!"
Ferdinand reminded him and was the first to run towards Yang Feng.
Yang Feng originally wanted to remove the ball with his feet, but Cross passed the ball a bit high, so he had to stop the ball with his chest.
The football was pushed upward by him.
De Gea didn't know why, but suddenly he shouted in his heart: "Watch out for him shooting!"
Shot? What goal? Oh, the shot? !
"Yang Feng shoots?" He Shi shouted excitedly, "Yang Feng shoots the goal! Upside down golden bell!"
The football fell, and Yang Feng jumped high, opened his hands in mid-air, straightened his right foot and pumped hard towards the middle and upper part of the football.
Not to mention the defender, even De Gea, who made an accurate prediction, failed to react.
"Bang!" The football hit the grass in front of the goal and bounced up, crossing the goal line.
"Goal!!! Yang, upside down golden hook, hat trick!"
"Go in! Go in, go in! Yang Feng received a long pass from Kroos from the midfield, stopped the ball with his chest and scored with an overhead kick! What Rooney didn't finish, Yang Feng helped him finish it! One at the penalty area line An overhead kick!"
Yang Feng fell to the ground, and he had the same behavior as Rooney. His back was clearly hurting, but he pretended to be nonchalant. When he was sure that the ball had been scored, he immediately jumped up and rushed to the sidelines.
This time, instead of jumping onto a billboard, I knelt down and glided.
Aguero and Silva also glided in from the left and right sides, and then the three hugged each other tightly.
Cross rushed up from behind, but the three of them got up just in time, and he almost slapped Yang Feng's game.
Yang Feng turned around, and his posture became even more dirty. Fortunately, Cross was also a clever little kid. In order to avoid embarrassment, he knelt down on one knee, grabbed Yang Feng's right foot and put it on his knee. Pretend to wipe it up.
Yang Feng waited until he had finished playing before pulling him up and hugging him, "Nice pass!"
Cross laughed: "I never thought that this kind of pass could be turned into an assist."
How happy one side is, how depressed the other side is.
Manchester United was completely beaten and lost their temper.
As the game continued, Yang Feng began to actively create opportunities for Aguero.
Riquelme's method is indeed the most practical in a small area.
Invincible within twenty meters.
With a strong body, silky dribbling, coupled with Cassano's S-level vision, Isco's A-level short passes, and Quaresma's A-level long passes, Yang Feng played as an attacking midfielder. Pellegrini seemed to have returned to the years when he coached Villarreal.
In the 52nd minute of the game, Yang Feng broke free and went straight into the penalty area. Aguero's clever shot was confiscated by De Gea.
In the 66th minute, Yang Feng moved around under the double-team of three Manchester United defenders, and then suddenly made a cross from the outside of his instep.
Aguero did not waste any more opportunities this time and easily scored with a shot, setting the score at 0-4.
In the 70th minute, Yang Feng was replaced by Negredo. There were differences among Manchester United fans. Some were silent, some booed, and some applauded...
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