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Chapter 11 Shooting is not positive, thinking has problems

Bilsen was already on the weak side against the Bundesliga powerhouse Schalke 04. After successfully stealing the tower and taking the next city first, he naturally began to play the back-and-forth tactics.

There was a bus in the penalty area, and Yang Feng's speed was useless. This time the touch of the ball also showed that anti-offside was completely nonsense, but he still didn't get into the penalty area and wait for the midfielder to pass the ball. He fed the ball to his mouth, but continued to move without the ball inside and outside the penalty area, like a stick, poking east and west, making Pilsen's defensive players disgusting.

The midfielder wins the world. When the midfielder has the advantage, there are still many opportunities for the striker. Otherwise, Huntelaar would not have scored so many shots in the first half. Now Raul is missing in the frontcourt The organizer, with Yang Feng as an unstable factor, Schalke's frontcourt offensive suddenly became disorganized, but it also confused the opponent's defensive formation.

Pilsen defender Prohazka followed Yang Feng every step of the way. When Yang Feng turned left, he turned left. When Yang Feng turned right, he turned right. When Yang Feng moved forward, he lost track of him.

Draxler, who was dribbling the ball up, had sharp eyes, and immediately made a through kick far beyond the usual level, and the football happened to come to Yang Feng's forward path.

The combination of running and passing was so wonderful that some fans who knew that the two were from the youth team at the same time couldn't help imagining a scene of friendship: we eat and sleep together off the field, and we are inseparable. After you, you pass me to shoot, otherwise I can't explain where this horrible tacit understanding comes from...

It's a pity that Draxler's second pass was also paid by mistake.

Yang Feng looked up and had a panoramic view of the front defender's interception, the goalkeeper's movement, Huntelaar's position and so on.

There is a shooting route, but the defender has already blocked it, and the probability of hitting it with a forced kick is only about [-] to [-]%.

After hesitating for half a second, Yang Feng did not hit the goal directly after catching up with the ball, but made a false shot and took a step to the right.

The guard who flew forward to block the hole of the gun was really tricked into flying.

"Yang She...fake action! Passed!"

"Be careful behind!"

"Pass the ball!"

"Shoot!"

After fooling the defender, Yang Feng already had plenty of room to shoot and pass the ball. Whether he hit it himself or passed it to Huntelaar, he could do a lot, but it was a pity that Prohazka had already followed him and slid around the front.

Yang Feng hit the football with one kick, but the football hit Prohazka's thigh and bounced high.

Several players around rushed over together, there was a scuffle in front of the goal, and finally they were kicked out of the penalty area by whom.

Draxler was so angry that he yelled a German curse.

From the perspective of hindsight, if Yang Feng shot a low shot just now, the football would have flown from under the defensive player to the goal. That dribbling action was purely redundant, and it matched Yang Feng's style of almost never breaking through. This time The handling is simply... both delicious and showy.

"The Chinese's running position is still sharp, but it's a pity that he shouldn't do what he is not good at! We know that he has lost too many single-handed goals, which may have formed a psychological barrier. In order to maintain stability, it is right to pass the defensive player first. But he underestimated Prokhazka!"

"Does China Yang think he is Sun Xingmin? He missed a chance to equalize."

"Perhaps the high expectations of Chinese fans for him misunderstood him, thinking that he was already a player at the same level as Shinji Kagawa, so he made a handling method that genius players would use..."

Yang Feng first gave Draxler a thumbs up, indicating that the pass was good, but Xiaode just raised his chin and gave him an arrogant "hum", then turned and ran away.

Prohazka got up from the ground, and his teammates patted his head appreciatively, but he couldn't feel any pride, only fear in his heart.

This No. 9 is really slippery when running.

The fans of Pilsen are secretly glad, but it is a pity that within half a minute of comfort, Schalke 04 made a comeback.

It was still Farfan who advanced with the ball, but this time Hewedes also rushed up, and after one pass with Farfan, he ran to the front of the penalty area and received a return pass from Farfan.

Yang Feng and Huntelaar crossed positions and got rid of the defense. Unfortunately, before Höwedes had time to play the ball, three big Czech men swarmed up, surrounded by various men on top of each other.

After a burst of soapy smell, the captain of Schalke lay on the ground, and the referee blew his whistle.

Free kick from the right side of the box.

Players from both sides entered the penalty area together, and Fuchs looked up, ignoring the two forwards this time, aiming the ball at Papadopoulos' head and passing it.

Papadopoulos headed the ball in front of the small penalty area, and the football flew to the left of the goal.

Yang Feng jumped up high, but Prohaz grabbed the hem of his jersey, barely touched the ball, and the football floated to the right of the goal.

As an excellent penalty area hunter, Huntelaar had already run to the football landing point when others were still at a loss, making it seem like he and Yang Feng had a tacit understanding.

If the goal could be scored, it would indeed be a wonderful cooperation between the two strikers. Unfortunately, the distance was too far, and Huntelaar's goal was also weak and was confiscated by the goalkeeper with both hands.

Now even Schalke fans can't stand it anymore.

They did see that Yang Feng's take-off was unnatural, but they didn't see Prohazka's small movements, or even if they saw it, they didn't think that Prohazka's move would have any impact on Yang Feng, so they naturally took the blame On Yang Feng's head.

"What's the matter with this kid? Shooting phobia?"

"Shooting is not active, there is a problem with thinking!"

"Such a good opportunity, what selflessness are you talking about as a striker?"

"Schalke 04's offense is very fierce, but the striker's ability to seize opportunities needs to be strengthened, especially Yang, who was very active after he came on the field and participated in the team's offense almost every time. Among them, he just came on the field. The reason why his physical strength is more abundant than other players is also related to his very active running position..."

Yang Feng pushed Prohazka away unhappily.

It's okay for the savage to sweat all over, and he sticks to him every now and then, disgusting to death.

Coach Bilson walked back and forth impatiently on the sidelines. After struggling for a while, he waved his hands and told the players to continue to strengthen their defense.

Other Pilsen players also saw that Prohazka was unable to do what he wanted, and Pilsen midfielder Limbelski hurried forward to help Prohazka defend Yang Feng.

As a result, their strength in the midfield was even more stretched, and they couldn't even organize a decent attack, and Schalke soon pushed the offensive to the frontcourt.

Draxler was about to collapse, ignoring Farfan's raised hand to ask for the ball, and took the ball like a pig for a while, but was knocked down from behind by the unhappy Pilsen players.

The referee showed the fourth yellow card of the game, and Schalke got another free kick in the front court.

This time it was Farfan who took the penalty.

Pilsen dared to commit frequent fouls near the penalty area. Naturally, Schalke 04 had no air fighters or strong men who could take free kicks as penalties. Therefore, the defense this time was still in accordance with the usual number of divisions. Households, man-to-man.

Yang Feng knew the level of his header, and now he was sandwiched between Limbelski and Prohazka. It was obviously unrealistic to catch the ball and shoot, so he suddenly started when Farfan was just approaching. Before Zika and Limberski could react, they had already run out of the blocking range of the human wall and came to the left side of the penalty area.

Farfan Lingji, who wanted to hit the goal directly, moved his right foot high and lightly, and with a quick push, the football rolled directly towards Yang Feng.

While catching the ball sideways, Yang Feng gently pushed the ball into the penalty area, adjusted it a little, took a run-up step, and shot directly to the far corner of the goal.

Prohazka arrived in a hurry at this time, and the football just brushed the tip of his nose and flew towards the goal.

The goalkeeper only had time to make a saving gesture, but he didn't have time to make a saving action at all. It looked like he was greeting the football, and he watched the football into the net stupidly.

1-1.
"Congratulations on scoring your first goal in the Europa League, reward 3 points, current points: 9"

Comfortable now.

(End of this chapter)