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Chapter 92 Move like a wild horse, quiet like a beibba

"You opened the scoring for the team in the Europa League final and scored 2 points. Current points: 3"

"Yang Feng's 14th goal in the Europa League ranks third in the Europa League and UEFA Cup single-season scoring list, second only to Klinsmann who scored 15 goals in a single season and scored 17 goals. Falcao."

There are still three full distances from Falcao's record, and it is basically impossible to break it.

Yang Feng was a little hurt because he couldn't even handle him, but what he didn't know was that Falcao was hurt even more.

Obviously he is the record holder, but this season he was abruptly stepped on by Yang Feng. In today's head-to-head duel, he was completely suppressed by the outstanding Yang Feng, which made him feel very ashamed.

If a tiger doesn't show off its power, it's easy to be regarded as a hello kitty.

But everyone knows that Falcao's sluggish performance is mainly due to tactics. Now that Atletico Madrid is behind, they must attack. The long-awaited striker showdown is now really coming.

But this time it was Stevens' turn to start the dog.

Although he did not immediately replace the offensive player with a defensive player, after Yang Feng scored a goal, he immediately ordered the two full-backs to reduce their advances. He also asked Mati Puma to stay in the penalty area. Play slowly, consume slowly, the opponent should be anxious now, and when they make mistakes in their busy schedule, it is time to expand the results of the battle.

Wretched is a bit wretched, but for the sake of the championship, it is not shabby.

What he didn't know was that many fans didn't have any confidence in his defense.

"Bless you, Brother Monkey, I don't expect Yang Feng to break the record. I will stick to the score of 1-0 until the end of the game. Just don't have any accidents."

"If there is no accident, an accident will happen soon."

"This magical language..."

"Looking forward to the confrontation battle! One to zero to die!"

The task Yang Feng received was to cooperate with Raul, control the midfield well, and slow down the rhythm as much as he could.

In the words of Stevens, it is "If you can take you, bring more."

The most unpopular thing on the court is this kind of lone ranger who puts his teammates aside and only cares about his enjoyment, but Yang Feng is now dribbling according to the order. That's called a depression.

Atlético de Madrid was also disgusted, but the audience liked this. Yang Feng felt like a busker. A subtle movement and a flash of inspiration could attract bursts of applause, but after the applause, it was useless to the game Good, just another few minutes wasted successfully.

The Atletico Madrid players gradually lost their patience, and their movements became bigger and bigger. The people in the sand mine were not vegetarians, so they went back directly.

The game started to go in the direction Simeone hoped for before the game, but he was not leading it, which made the bandit handsome who had just debuted a little uneasy.

In the 36th minute of the game, Yang Feng took the ball in a 360-degree circle to get rid of Mario Suarez, and passed Gabi with another kick in the crotch. Unfortunately, the football was cut off by Miranda, and the attack ended without a problem;

In the 39th minute of the game, Howedes made a steal and then passed Yang Feng directly. Yang Feng kicked the ball and cooperated with Farfan to hit the wall. He was brought down by Juan Fran at the front of the penalty area. Schalke 04 won the frontcourt. ball chance.

Fuchs hit the goal directly with a free kick, which was easily confiscated by Courtois.

Yang Feng stroked his chin.

Schalke 04's free kicks were mainly taken by Farfan and Fuchs, but the quality of the free kicks of the two is actually not good, and I can actually take this job.

Although he hasn't taken a free kick yet, and his free kick quality is only average, but he can strengthen free kick practice first, and it won't be too abrupt when he suddenly hits a hundred steps, isn't it...

In the 42nd minute of the game, Falcao quickly got rid of Hegel and pushed to the lower left corner of the goal. Atsuto Uchida blocked the ball with a sliding tackle, and the football was passed to Djokovic.

Draxler flew from the side, but was blocked by Juanfran, so he could only pass back to Yang Feng.

Yang Feng, Raul, and Matip slowly walked backwards in the midfield, suddenly accelerated and wiped Gabi, and then made a long pass to Huntelaar in the penalty area.

Huntelaar and Godin jumped up to compete for the top. Neither of them hit the ball, but they rolled to the ground together.

After standing up, they became more and more excited, blaming each other for fouling.

"He pulls people!"

"He pushed me!"

"He pulled my little Ding Ding."

"He... damn it, I didn't!"

"Enough!" The referee hurriedly came from the midfield, still breathing heavily, feeling quite upset, "Stop your clumsy performances! Otherwise, I don't mind asking you to come and calm down!"

The two shrugged and stared at each other before reluctantly walking away.

The goal kick was taken, and the poor referee trotted to the midfield again, and ran right into the scene of the crime.

Hegel got stuck, grabbed the ball, and looked for Yang Feng immediately.

Yang Feng cleverly missed the ball to Raul who was behind, and Raul kicked the ball back to him. As a result, Yang Feng was knocked down viciously by Adrian who ran from behind as soon as he caught the ball.

Draxler and Hegel rushed over angrily and pushed Adrian at the same time.

Adrian groaned, sat back down, then raised his hands up and cried out.

The referee crossed his hips and gasped heavily, then walked up to him, a yellow card was about to be raised.

Gabi quickly held down his hand, "It's just an ordinary foul move,"

"You want one too?"

"I... don't want to." He already got one for dragging Yang Feng just now, and if he gets another one, he will say 88 to the finals.

"No, you want to."

"I really don't want to..." Gabi honestly let go, watching the referee show Adrian the topaz card in his hand.

Only got two yellow cards in the whole first half, which is quite restrained for Atletico Madrid.

For Schalke 04's free kick near the center circle, Farfan chose to hoist it directly into the penalty area, but the football was ejected and passed to Yang Feng.

Yang Feng doesn't have the ability to organize and thread the needle. He basically relies on his ability to dribble and protect the ball in the midfield to get the ball or cooperate with the players in a small area.

He held the ball at the front of Atletico Madrid's penalty area, and sometimes even brought it back. He just took it for more than two minutes without conceding the ball, but Atletico Madrid also showed considerable patience. No fouls or mistakes were made. , Yang Feng saw that the dribbling space was almost welded to death, so he hurriedly kicked the door casually.

The ball seemed to be passed and shot, and Huntelaar just did his duty. He made a perfunctory dive to the top, rubbed the football with his hair, and said that he had done everything he should do. The goal was completely passed. The chicken is too spicy.

At the last moment of the first half, Atletico Madrid's entire army used their lives to attack a wave forward.

Raul had expected it a long time ago, and called his teammates to return to the defense. He defended the last bit of time, and the two sides returned to the locker room with a score of 1-0.

Stevens was quite satisfied with the result, but the coaching staff was divided on whether to stick to the [-]-[-] score in the second half.

"We can't take any chances."

"One to zero is an adventure! There are 45 minutes left in the game! Don't you know what our defense looks like? Do you think we can withstand the impact of Atletico Madrid for 45 minutes?"

"Why not? Young can hold the ball in midfield..."

"Do you want him to be abolished? Don't tell me you can't guess what Simeone will do!"

"Okay, gentlemen," Stevens rubbed the space between his brows, "We are leading now, and they should be the ones who should be troubled, but I also think that a score of one to zero is not safe, why don't we bet a handful?"

"How to bet?"

"Just bet two to zero," Stevens said. "Of course, it might be one to one if you lose."

"You are the boss, you have the final say, but I still insist on strengthening the defense, even if it is a 10-0-0 formation, as long as I can win, who cares how the victory comes."

"Then play your 10-0-0 when you're the head coach..."

After making up his mind, Stevens stopped hesitating, came to the disciples, and said loudly: "Good job, guys, we will give them a surprise in the second half."

"Huh?" Everyone's eyes lit up.

No one likes to be beaten passively, even for victory.

"The one-to-zero doctrine does not apply to our team, so at the beginning of the second half, we have to steal one, Yang, I need you to return to your more familiar position."

"OK, I also like closer to the goal."

After he finished speaking, he opened the system panel and began to change the card.

Ball sense: Berbatov (S) -- "Isco (S);
Sensitive: Quaresma (S) -- "None (A);
Dribbling: Isco (S) --" Quaresma (S);
Smell in front of the door: none (B) --" Li Jinyu (A);
Shot in the restricted area: Li Jinyu (A)--"Berbatov (S).

Atletico Madrid thought that everyone was like them. After scoring a goal, they were eagerly looking forward to the end of the game. Who knew that just after the whistle sounded in the second half, Schalke 04 rushed towards their half like a pack of wolves hunting. past.

Farfan dribbled the ball from the right, Fuchs and Draxler from the left, Raul and even Matip from the center rushed up, plus Huntelaar and Yang Feng, Schalke's first goal after the start In the wave attack, 7 troops were directly invested.

The fans at the scene looked down from a high place, and they could clearly feel the whole army's attack, with my invincible momentum.

The Atletico Madrid players who had just been provoked by Simeone's words in the locker room had never dreamed that Schalke 04 would dare to play such a game.

The army was overwhelming and caught off guard.

"Don't mess up!" Gabi hurriedly shouted, "The central defenders are optimistic about Yang and Huntelaar, and the others don't lose their positions!"

After speaking, he rushed towards Farfan.

Farfan was ambitious, and without a word, he accelerated straight after the ball was passed by himself, but he didn't expect Gabi to react as quickly, and immediately turned around and posted it.

Farfan tried various moves, but couldn't get rid of his entanglement, so he could only protect the ball and pull it back.

"Koolt zaak!" Stevens burst out a native tongue.

Don't look at him being awesome in the locker room, but in fact he is also afraid of being sloppy if he fails to do both. Once Farfan is stopped here, the fast break will immediately fail, and it will be his own side that will fall.

Two sayings flashed in He Shi and Zhang Lu's minds respectively.

[Stealing a chicken is not enough to lose money. 】

[Smartness is mistaken by cleverness! 】

He Shi said: "Farfan was entangled by Gabi, and Schalke's offensive was choked immediately. At this time, you must not panic, you must control the ball, and don't let him hit you behind... Ouch ! The voice just fell..."

Raúl came to meet but Farfan hadn't had time to get the ball out before Gabi broke it away from him with a ferocious tackle.

"God! What is he doing?"

"It's over! Stevens is too risky!"

"Why don't you let Yang come with the ball?"

The football is passed into the Schalke half and Arda Turan has the ball.

Hegel tried to foul him and tried to stop him, but Turan didn't give him a chance at all, and immediately found Diego with a cross pass.

Falcao made a wide circle and turned into Schalke's penalty area from the gap left by Fuchs.

Hewedes got rid of him just two steps behind, and Diego's through ball was just right.

"Diego made a direct pass, and Falcao got the ball in the penalty area! Only Atsuto Uchida is left!"

As soon as Atsuto Uchida was in position, before he had time to stabilize his center of gravity, Falcao made a sudden change of direction and knocked him to the ground.

Unnerstahl is still considering whether to attack or not, but Falcao has already made a choice for him with a strong shot.

"GOAL!! Falcao! The tiger attacked and hit the target! Just one minute into the second half, Atletico Madrid tied the score! This is definitely a mistake in decision-making. What is Stevens doing?!"

"Stevens took the risk and failed, the score was tied, and his tactics were a disaster..."

Falcao runs into the goal, picks up the ball and sprints towards midfield.

One ball is not enough!
Teammates rushed up, gave him a high-five, and quickly got into shape.

There was joy in the stands and benches of Atletico Madrid fans, and Simeone clenched his fist and smashed it into the air.

The faces of the Schalke players were full of confusion, and even Hewedes and Raul didn't seem to recover from the sudden turn of events.

With no expression on his face, Stevens just waved his hands and shouted, "Go on!"

Yang Feng held Draxler back, "Let's change positions later."

"Ah?" Xiaode was dumbfounded, "How to change?"

"Look at my running position, when I go to your side, you will be in the penalty area."

Xiaode's eyes lit up, "So you will give me an assist?"

Yang Feng hesitated to speak, but finally gave him a white lie, "Yes, trust me, you will fall in love with the profession of striker."

"Then you may lose your job..."

The game started again, Schalke 04 did not dare to play the whole army this time, but Fuchs rushed out this time.

After receiving a return pass from Huntelaar, Raúl divided the ball.

As soon as Fuchs got the ball, he began to face Adrian's pressing. He was about to pass the ball over the top to Draxler in front of him. Who knew that Draxler ran suddenly and rushed directly to the front line.

Fuchs was dumbfounded.

Fortunately, Yang Feng arrived in time, "Here."

Fuchs heard the sound of nature and immediately passed the ball.

Jiaru followed closely, closely watching Yang Feng's movements.

Yang Feng stopped the ball, turned around, faced Gabi, and quickly stepped on his bicycle.

Seeing this familiar scene, Schalke 04 fans were delighted.

This is the Yang Feng they are familiar with.

Although Yang Feng dribbled fiercely in the first half, his moves lacked a sense of free and easy and accompanying, which were completely different styles from what he is now.

The current dribbling feels very "American", or rather, very South American.

In fact, as a gypsy, Quaresma does have a free and easy wildness in his style of play, otherwise he would not have the nickname "Mustang".

After Gabi even ate a quadruped bicycle, he couldn't stand it anymore, and Yang Feng used the outside of his foot to pass the ball in the process of grabbing.

This time Yang Feng didn't go in the middle again, but dribbled along the left side with the ball.

Juanfran came up with a merciless sliding tackle, but Yang Feng also poked the ball with the outside of his instep, letting the ball roll past him, and he himself ran out of bounds and bypassed Juanfran Then keep going with the ball.

"Pass the ball!" Raul also knew the level of his feet, so he didn't dare to let him go any further, so he hurried over from the middle to respond.

Yang Feng quickly gave the ball out with a short pass, and then went straight into the penalty area.

Draxler was stunned.

"Should I go back to the left or stay in the restricted area..."

Raul didn't dare to stick the ball, and gave it to Farfan after going too far.

Farfan just got into trouble and was in the stage of doubting his life. After getting the ball, he immediately dumped the blame and gave it to Atsuto Uchida who came in from behind.

Uchida Atsuto dribbled the ball from the right, until it reached the bottom line before crossing the middle.

Philippe, who came to block him, turned around and looked at the football flying past his eyes, his face changed drastically, "Stop Yang Feng!"

Standing on the left side of the penalty area, Yang Feng neither approached nor took off, but stopped the ball with a high leg lift motion.

The football bounced to a position about half a meter in front of him and bounced up gently.

Only then did Yang Feng lazily take a step forward, flicking his instep.

The football drew an obvious arc, and got into the dead corner of the goal under Courtois's love-losing eyes.

2-1.
"The goal is scored, it's Yang Feng again! Score twice! He is as quiet as a virgin, and moves like a rabbit! First he galloped like a wild horse on the sidewalk of Atletico Madrid, and then he was like a calm assassin. Generally, see blood sealing the throat."

Zhang Lu is not as elegant as He Shi. If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, he would even want to say shit, but now facing the audience all over the country, he can only sigh, "Oh, this is extraordinary, this shot is really amazing!" What's more, it's so simple, this child Yang Feng is really not easy..."

Yang Feng seemed to become lazy even in celebration, he walked slowly to the sidelines, facing the auditorium, and raised his hands calmly.

It was as if he was the only one left in the whole stadium, resigned and independent.

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