Cristiano Ronaldo turned and rushed to the sideline, jumped high, turned around in mid-air, and let out his trademark scream.
"siu!
! "
It was a normal scene, not to mention Real Madrid fans, even Manchester City fans were numb to his pretense.
But when he fell, he was facing the direction of Yang Feng.
The strange scream in his mouth and his open hands seemed to be directed at Yang Feng.
Coupled with the fighting eyes and arrogant expression, even dogs can see the challenge in it.
Real Madrid fans immediately cheered even more enthusiastically, and correspondingly, the home fans immediately responded with boos.
Yang Feng turned his head, frowned slightly, and glanced at Ronaldo as if he were looking at a dead person.
His personality is generally quite peaceful. He is destined not to be a personality player like Fengxian or Cantona, but he cannot be indifferent to the world. Now, not only are there people sitting in the box at the Intihad Stadium, The elder was still sitting with his parents, and the girl he wanted to chase was sitting in the stands. And as you can imagine, almost everyone in China was paying attention to this game, but some people dared to face him like this. Bare teeth.
How can you bear this?
He walked back to the court, and his teammates, who were a little at a loss, suddenly returned to their positions as if they had been called upon.
Obviously no one spoke, but Ancelotti on the sidelines really felt a sense of power and oppression.
He looked at the coaching bench on the other side and saw that Pellegrini's face did not show any trace of annoyance or anger at being tied. Instead, he just held his shoulders and looked at his players calmly. He didn't know if it was an illusion. Ancelotti could even see a smile from the corner of his mouth.
As the biggest player in the Champions League, Real Madrid is definitely the team most familiar with this tournament, no one! Ancelotti, who has won the Big Ear Cup twice in his player and coaching career, is definitely the person with the most keen sense of the entire battle. Whether it is a rational analysis of the situation between the two sides or a metaphysical intuitive feeling of the trend of the game, he They all believe in their own judgment.
After Cristiano Ronaldo scored the equalizer, he knew that Real Madrid was about to gain momentum. He was quite familiar with that feeling, so familiar that it was almost like payday. Although the money hasn't arrived yet, you know it will be within today. It's like entering a card, and people can't help but start to think about which technician they should call in the evening.
It wasn't until he saw Yang Feng's cold, dead face, and Pegrelini's unreasonable self-confidence that he felt inexplicably panicked.
The premonition that wages will be delayed is getting stronger.
An Pang immediately waved and called Yaya Toure and Casemiro, who were celebrating, to the sidelines and chirped again with tireless instructions.
Both of these two have talents that cannot be ignored on the offensive end, but in this game he just wants to use them as the purest defensive iron box.
As long as Manchester City's four frontcourt players can be defended, even sacrificing the assists of two more full-backs will be worthwhile.
On the court, Yang Feng walked into the center circle, adjusted the captain's armband, and then turned around and shouted to his teammates: "We will play Marcelo's side later! Tell him that the Intihad Stadium is not a place where cats and dogs can run wild. !”
It's not that Yang Feng has any objections to Real Madrid's favor, but that besides Ronaldo, this guy is the best now. Even Samba has jumped on it, making it seem like they are already ahead.
Others just mourned for Marcelo, but Cancelo got excited first, "Don't worry, boss, I will kill him!"
Seeing his beaten look, Kompany and Van Dijk looked at each other and shrugged in unison.
Yes, I have to wipe someone's butt again.
The whistle blows and the game starts again.
Yang Feng passed the ball back. This time he did not rush directly to the opponent's penalty area as he did at the beginning. Instead, he patiently participated in the organization in the midfield, and then slowly penetrated Real Madrid's defense.
As Yang Feng said, Marcelo is the only one to fight.
Yaya Toure and Casemiro originally thought that they were going to have an epic love-hate relationship with Yang Feng, but they didn't expect that Yang Feng didn't even give them a look and walked directly to the wing after halftime.
Although the task given by Ancelotti is to defend Yang Feng, their most basic duty is after all the team's first line of defense. Of course, they cannot be like dog-skin plasters and follow wherever Yang Feng goes. The situation on the court is also different. They are not allowed to do this, after all, the rest of the Manchester City team is not stupid.
After confirming the look, Casemiro still defended the center, and Yaya Toure ran over to help Marcelo defend his path.
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Silva took the ball and immediately rushed toward them.
Yaya Toure was still following Yang Feng closely. Marcelo was about to go up to fight, but saw Ramos wave his hand, indicating that he should continue to follow Yang Feng, and he rushed towards Silva.
"Silva takes the ball and looks for Yang Feng to pass... huh?"
Yang Feng was being guarded, and the space for receiving the ball was quite limited. Logically speaking, Silva should not have passed the ball, but he passed it anyway. Everyone just thought that he was looking for Yang Feng to cooperate with the wall.
Unexpectedly, Yang Feng not only did not knock the ball back, but also directly followed the path of the ball and pulled the football behind him, completing a wonderful back-to-crotch pass.
The victim is former teammate Yaya Toure.
This guy's hatred for Yang Feng is not just a little bit, but tons and tons. He can't stand this birdiness, and he immediately started to do it without saying a word.
After Yang Feng pulled the ball and turned around, he did not immediately take the ball away. Instead, he followed his force and hit him hard backwards as if he had expected it.
Yang Feng's strength was well known to Yaya Toure. The pulling movements with his hands were rough and brutal, with some personal grudges. Who knew that not only did his hands not receive any resistance, Yang Feng fell backwards quite cooperatively. come over.
Before he could react, Yang Feng's back hit him hard.
Yaya Toure felt a pain in his chest, took three steps back, and sat down on the grass.
The referee who rushed over looked at him inexplicably and continued to follow Yang Feng.
Yang Feng retreated, and the distance from the football immediately became farther. Marcelo immediately stepped forward to get the ball, and was about to pass it to Ramos who was on the side. Unexpectedly, Yang Feng suddenly accelerated and suddenly fell to the ground with a fierce kick. Slide shovel.
What he is hanging on the tackle fence now is Carlos's star card. The sliding tackle movement is as standard as what is written in the textbook. Marcelo stepped on the ball in panic and pulled it, but unfortunately he was still a step too late.
When Yang Feng passed by, people looked up at him and turned over.
"...Yang Feng made a clean sliding tackle. Marcelo was kicked to the ground even with the ball. Yang Feng touched the ball first and there was no foul!"
Yang Feng stood up and took two steps with the ball. Everyone thought he was going to the baseline. Unexpectedly, he knocked the ball with his heel again and gave the ball to Cancelo who came up from behind to assist.
Cancelo dribbled the ball straight to the baseline, while Yang Feng rushed into the penalty area from a 45-degree angle.
The target is very clear, it is Real Madrid's goal.
Cancelo looked up and completed a cross in a leisurely manner.
As soon as the football flew out, he was knocked to the ground by Marcelo who was chasing him.
The two of them looked at the football that had flown to the goal at the same time.
Aguero and Varane jumped at the same time, but neither could touch the ball.
The football fell behind, and Yang Feng hit the ball.
Cancelo passed the ball just right. Yang Feng could dive forward and volley when retreating. It was just a matter of controlling his speed.
But he didn't.
Just when Navas was ready to pounce, Yang Feng calmly pushed the ball up with his chest.
The football flew up and fell, and Yang Feng had already completed his turn, turning his back to the goal.
Upside down golden hook!
"... Cancelo made a pass from the wing, but Aguero failed to touch the ball. Yang Feng had a chance! Ah? He stopped the ball with his chest and made a volley overhead!
The ball goes in, goes in, goes in!
!
Yang Feng's overhead shot shocked everyone!
This goal is a perfect replica of Ronaldinho's incredible overhead kick in Barcelona. It was almost in the exact same position. Ronaldinho also calmly stopped the ball with his chest in front of the opponent's goal and then hooked it again. Break the door!
Maybe geniuses all have similar ideas. Like Ronaldinho, Yang Feng chose the most difficult and most pleasing one despite having many ways to break the goal..."
“goalllll!
!
! It's Yang again! Indescribable shooting style! This was his second shot in the game, but he had already scored two goals! Immortal goals, miraculous efficiency! "
Not to mention the entire audience, even Yang Feng's friends were stunned. It was not until Yang Feng quickly got up and rushed to the sidelines that Aguero and Cancelo woke up from a dream and chased him. , I didn’t expect it was already half a step too late.
Ding Ding and Silva took the lead. One pushed Yang Feng down from behind and immediately pounced on him. The other immediately pressed heavily from behind.
Male on top of male on top of male.
Even the defenders rushed forward crazily and joined the team of stacked Arhats.
Only Oblak was left in Manchester City's half. He knelt directly on his own goal line, pointed his hands at the sky and roared.
The whole audience burst into cheers, and the distinguished guests in the box also clapped with joy.
Sun Jihai, who was accompanying him to explain, quickly said: "Xiao Yang is not only the pride of Manchester City football, but also the pride of our Chinese football and Asian football. This way of scoring goals is very demanding for players, and it is difficult even in normal training." To do it, let alone in such an important game."
The other party nodded with a smile, "It is indeed a rare goal, but for him it can only be regarded as a common occurrence, right?"
Sun Jihai then remembered that this was also a senior fan, and quickly echoed: "Yes, for most players, such a goal can only be encountered in a lifetime, but for Yang Feng, it is indeed possible at any time." It can happen anywhere.”
A lady with an elegant temperament and a gentle smile said with a smile: "It's wonderful, but it's too dangerous. We still have to remind him to be careful... You don't know, our whole family is his fans, and we are all waiting to see him lead the team to attack." It’s the World Cup.”
"Uh..." Sun Jihai was so envious that he wanted to rush down and strangle Yang Feng to death.
Yang Feng finally pushed away the gangsters on his body, clenched his fist and waved heavily at the box where his parents were.
Yang Yunsong and Su Jing quickly waved in response.
After failing to celebrate two consecutive goals, Yang Feng unhappily hit the instigator, De Bruyne.
Just now, he pushed himself to the ground from behind, allowing him to glide on his knees handsomely and turn into the messy look he is now with rumpled clothes and messy hair.
De Bruyne giggled, "I'll pass you a high-altitude ball like this later. Remember to kick the ball in this way."
"Are you crazy to want to be on the highlight reel?"
"Who wouldn't want to?" Aguero's envy, jealousy, and hatred were written all over his face. "Do you know how difficult it is for us to score a goal like this?"
"I don't know," Yang Feng brushed his messy hair, "Why does God want to know what mortals think?"
"...ヽ（≧□≦）ノヽ（≧□≦）ノヽ（≧□≦）ノ!"
The goal just now is still being replayed on various live broadcast platforms around the world.
Yang Feng passed the ball with his back, then counterattacked Marcelo, distributed the ball, ran, stopped the ball, jumped up, and hooked. The whole process was simply picturesque.
"...Real Madrid fans rebelled online. From today on, I am also a member of the city."
"Ronaldo fans are in tears, Ronaldinho is possessed by me."
"Already invincible, destroy Real Madrid!"
The faces of everyone in Real Madrid had turned the color of pig liver. Yaya Toure was still pestering the referee to accuse Yang Feng of hitting someone in the back, but the referee was obviously impatient and reached his right hand into his pocket.
Casemiro quickly held him down and begged for mercy for a while before he was allowed to take out the topaz card.
Ronaldo gritted his teeth tightly, his face full of dissatisfaction and anger.
After Raul left Schalke, he was undoubtedly the number one superstar in Real Madrid and a god in the hearts of Mellingers. Everyone was waiting for him to lead the Galacticos to the European Champions Cup again, but joining Real Madrid has already In the past six years, Barcelona had been crushing them with all kinds of strength, and then Manchester City had risen and swept them all the way. The golden era that belonged to him and Real Madrid had not yet come, and as strong as the president, he also had a fear of being dominated by fate.
At the beginning of the game, C Roman, who was greatly stimulated, immediately tried to ride a thousand miles alone.
He looked decent at the front, with both Aguero and De Bruyne passing by him with force, but it didn't work when facing Kanter.
The football was stolen and Manchester City fought back.
Kanter did not hand the ball to Akuang this time, but took the ball forward himself, and after completing one-twos with Tintin and Silva, he came to the edge of the penalty area.
Yang Feng and Aguero split into two groups and headed straight for the Real Madrid goal.
Kanter ignored Aguero, who was looking at him eagerly, and went straight to Yang Feng.
Yang Feng moved forward like a ghost, passed the ball past the attacking Navas and then succeeded in pushing the ball.
The whistle sounded and the small flag on the linesman's hand was raised high.
The Real Madrid fans who broke out in a cold sweat breathed a sigh of relief, but looking at Yang Feng who was smiling and not caring at all, they felt chills in their hearts.
I escaped this time, but what about next time?
