free people

Chapter 125
Boateng asked Dante to guard Huntelaar, and ran towards Yang Feng himself.

Perhaps Yang Feng's aura at this moment was too bluffing. The Bayern players were afraid that he would really score another goal just after Robben scored, so they chased after him.

Lahm was the first to kill and flanked Boateng back and forth.

The teammates reminded loudly that Yang Feng immediately knew that there was a man behind him.

He quickly stopped the idea of ​​cycling and chose the simpler and quicker Matthews fake action.

Support the left foot, cross the ball with the right foot on the spot, and at the same time, the body is swaying laterally to the right.

The whole movement was as fast as lightning, but Boateng was highly concentrated and reacted immediately. The center of gravity of his body swayed to his left, and he immediately realized that he had been fooled.

Yang Feng didn't touch the ball at all on the outside of his right foot, but swiped quickly over the football, and then changed to the inside of his right foot to buckle the ball to the left. out.

Sure enough, if you want to rule Boateng, you still have to learn from Messi...

"Yang Feng dribbled the ball, and Matthews made a fake move! It's beautiful, it's over! This is one of the most commonly used moves by offensive players. It has certain requirements for the strength of the ball and the feel of the ball under the feet. Today's football uses this move. Messi is the most proficient in using... oh, Ram is coming up!"

With his short legs, Lamu quickly caught up with Yang Feng who was dribbling the ball, and shoveled past him very simply.

Maldini said that when you start to use tackles, it means that your defense has made mistakes.

Bayern's defensive error this time was mainly on Boateng. No one expected him to be dropped so cleanly. Lahm had no choice but to stop Yang Feng even with a yellow card.

Since Yang Feng knew that he was chasing after him, of course he would not let him succeed so easily, but now that his speed has reached the maximum, it is impossible to escape with a sudden acceleration, so he simply did the opposite and suddenly braked , let Ram slide in front of him.

Due to inertia, Yang Feng continued to move forward, picked up the ball with his toes, and flew over Ram with the ball.

It was obviously not the first time that Lahm had been passed over like this. He was ruthless with rich experience, and immediately stretched out his right hand to the football...

"Lam went around and slid forward! Yang Feng picked the ball... Huh? Handball? The referee didn't blow the whistle! It's good for the offense?"

Lahm didn't expect to use his hands, but only touched the football, and Yang Feng rushed past him with the ball.

Only Huntelaar and Dante are left in front of him, which is almost flat.

"Yang passed Lahm, and Bayern faced a two-on-one unfavorable situation. Yang faced the same choice as Robben just now. Will he pass the ball or shoot himself?"

Before Yang Feng could decide whether to pass or lead, Dante had already made the choice for him.

He directly abandoned Huntelaar, left the Dutchman in the offside position, then turned around and ran towards Yang Feng.

Huntelaar scolded a Dutch national curse, and ran back quickly.

Yang Feng increased his speed to the fastest again, glanced at the two people who were running in his direction at the same time, and suddenly ran towards Huntelaar.

Huntelaar thought he was looking for his cooperation, so he quickly reminded, "Offside!"

Yang Feng didn't care that he was not offside, he just used him as a cover, and rushed past him with the ball.

The commentator was all happy, "Hunterel helped Yang complete a pick-and-roll? Yang single-handedly!"

Dante, who came to intercept him, bumped into Huntelaar depressedly, and watched Yang Feng leave.

In the entire Bayern, Robben is probably the only one who can surpass Yang Feng in terms of speed, but he is too far behind in the starting position. When he arrives, Yang Feng has already been face to face with Neuer.

Everything can only be blamed on Bayern for bullying too much, they are already ahead and they are aggressively pressing, otherwise it would not be so easy for Yang Feng to get a single-handed chance.

Neuer didn't want to passively wait for Yang Feng to make a move, so he rushed over as soon as he got close.

Yang Feng moved one step faster than him, flicked the ball to the right when he was about to fall to the ground, and ran as he wanted.

The ball is divided.

As a result, the ball passes and the person stays where he is.

Neuer randomly chose a direction, which happened to be Yang Feng's side, so he didn't stop doing anything, and stretched out his hand to grab his ankle.

Yang Feng fell forward, followed by a sharp whistle.

"Yang, the goal has been scored! Oh! It didn't pass! Neuer reacted quickly and blocked the breakthrough with a foul. There is no doubt that this is a red card action."

"Yang Feng fell in the penalty area! Penalty kick! Red card! Neuer blocked the attack, but the price was huge. This is likely to be the key to the outcome of the game!"

The referee ran to the scene with Robben, motioned Neuer to get up, and reached into his pocket at the same time.

Seeing that something was wrong, Robben hurried over to hold his hand, "He didn't mean to..."

The referee gave him a sideways glance, "We are in the same direction, so what we see should be the same. Are you sure he didn't do it on purpose?"

"Yes, just a subconscious reaction..."

"That's also a foul," the referee said, "let go, don't hinder my work."

Robben could only retract his hand resentfully.

Neuer stood up, without even looking at the referee, and walked towards the sidelines expressionlessly.

Even at this time, he still held his head high, facing the boos and ridicules of the audience fearlessly.

The referee could only put up the red card in his hand against his back, and was still not satisfied, so he walked back, ready to go to Lahm who had just handballed a yellow card. Hastily said: "This is not fair... huh?"

Ram looked at the topaz card in front of him, dumbfounded.

"Intentional handball, I should have shown you a red card on the spot," the referee explained, "But it was favorable for the offense at the time, so it was reissued. Is there a problem?"

"Of course there is a problem!" Robben quit. "Don't go too far. You already have a red card. What else do you want? Send us all off?"

Facing such a famous figure in the league, the referee still has to show face, "I have already dealt enough cards, don't challenge my patience anymore."

Kahn also has his own opinion on this penalty, "This penalty is not very friendly to Bayern Munich. It is understandable that Lahm handballed and reissued a yellow card, but Neuer has already been sent off with a red card. It is really necessary to issue two cards at once. ?"

Leaving aside the facts, what he said is still very reasonable, but it is not the same, and the referee is the biggest on the court.

Lahm received a yellow card for handball, and Neuer liked to mention the red dot package.

As for Yang Feng who was sitting on the grass and rubbing his ankles, no one paid any attention to him.

The playback picture appears on the screen, and the whole process is very clear.

Lahm reached out and touched the ball when the football flew past him, and Neuer grabbed Yang Feng's ankle with his right hand, and the referee dared to say that his judgment was all right.

Huntelaar came up at this time, and said to Yang Feng who was still lying on the ground: "You did well, buddy, but this one has passed, you can get up."

Yang Feng said helplessly: "Please call the team doctor, thank you."

"Ah? Are you hurt?" Huntelaar looked at his calm expression, "It's not like that!"

"Just endure it."

"The burden of being an idol is quite heavy..." Huntelaar quickly stood up and waved to the sidelines.

Everyone's attention was still on the referee, only now did they realize that Yang Feng hadn't stood up.

The Schalke fans who were gloating felt "thumped" in their hearts.

The opponent's captain was dyed yellow, and the goalkeeper was sent off. It's cool, don't let something happen to disgust us.

The team doctor hurried up with the medicine box and squatted down beside Yang Feng, "Where is the injury?"

"Right foot," Yang Feng sat on the ground and straightened his leg, "here is the ankle."

"Can you move?"

"Yes, but it hurts."

The team doctor took out ethyl chloride, sprayed it on Yang Feng's feet, and said, "Go down and have a check."

Ethyl chloride is only an emergency treatment method, it only relieves pain and cannot play a therapeutic role.

The team doctor was about to greet the stretcher to enter the field, but Yang Feng said: "No, I can walk by myself."

"This is no joke."

"I don't joke about my body."

"Okay..." The team doctor shrugged, pulled him up, and helped him walk out of the field.

All the home fans stood up and sent him off with applause like a hero.

"Neuer was sent off and Yang Feng was also injured and left the field. There is no winner in this attack."

"I hope Yang Feng is okay. Schalke's upcoming schedule is not easy. There are two more league games and the second Champions League game will be played. The Ruhr Derby will be shortly after the Champions League. Without Yang Feng, it will become very difficult."

Stevens' face was expressionless, mixed with sadness and joy.

If he had a choice, he would rather not have this penalty, or even this victory than let Yang Feng get hurt.

Heynckes on the other side was also in a state of desperation. After much deliberation, he could only replace Schweinsteiger with substitute goalkeeper Stark.

Stevens also called Raul up, planning to replace Yang Feng with him.

Yang Feng, who was receiving treatment, was in a hurry, "Hey! What is the boss doing? I can still play!"

The team doctor said, "It doesn't count if you say it."

"At least let's wait until the results come out from our side. What's the point of changing people without asking? I feel better and can run for a whole day."

"It's for your own good," the team doctor said after completing the preliminary examination, "Actually, I don't recommend you to play anymore."

"What do you mean? Seriously?"

"Yes," the team doctor said seriously, "may require amputation."

"...Do you think you are very humorous?"

"Okay, relax!" The team doctor suddenly let go of his tense face, and patted his shoulder, "Stand up, don't pretend."

"...What are you pretending? It was really painful just now, okay?"

"Yeah, that just proves my level, doesn't it?"

"But you obviously didn't do anything..." Yang Feng said, "I think the most important thing now is to stop that old man immediately. I don't want to sit on the sidelines and watch the game."

"as you wish."

The team doctor asked his assistant to notify Stevens, and Stevens called Raul back.

On the field, Huntelaar stood in front of the penalty spot, facing Stark who had just played.

Both were a little nervous.

"The first half has come to an end. Now the score is 1-2. Schalke 04 is temporarily behind by one goal at home, but they have won a penalty. The burden on Huntelaar is very heavy. After all, this is a penalty kick that Yang Feng fought back with his injury..."

When the whistle sounded, Huntelaar made a three-step approach and shot the lower left corner of the goal with one kick.

Stark judged the right direction and immediately rushed across, but unfortunately he was still a little slow, and the football rolled from under him into the goal.

Huntelaar breathed a sigh of relief, secretly wiped the sweat from his palms, and ran to the sidelines, just in time to see Yang Feng standing there waiting to re-enter.

"GOAL! Huntelaar withstood the pressure and the score became 2-2."

"Yang Feng stood on the sidelines. It seems that he should be fine. Schalke fans can celebrate the goal with peace of mind."

Raul, who was feinted on the bench, was resting his chin with his hand, looking at the lively Yang Feng, and seriously suspected that this kid did it on purpose.

Obviously able to score directly, but deliberately messed with Neuer.

"This kid knows how to please the fans..."

In fact, Yang Feng's feet still hurt a little. After playing again, he basically took a walk. He didn't dare to do any violent movements until the end of the first half. When he walked into the locker room, he basically didn't feel any pain.

"Well done," Stevens first affirmed everyone's performance in the first half, and then immediately said, "But we can do better, maybe we should review the game after we go back. , See how you are surrounded by others in front of your home for shooting practice in your own home field."

Draxler refused to accept: "Isn't this our tactic, BOSS? Defensive counterattack."

"But I only saw the defense... Yang, don't look at me like that, I mean besides you... Where is our counterattack? I didn't see it!"

Hewedes defended, "Their offensive is too strong."

Stevens said: "But now the score is 2-2!"

Yang Feng answered stinky in his heart, "That's because of me..."

He finally understood why Schalke kicked back more and more.

There is no championship temperament, or even a strong team temperament.

People are energetic, so why not the team.

The iron blood of the Red Army, the magic of Manchester United, the heritage of Milan, the "aristocratic" temperament of Real Madrid, the artistic persistence of Barcelona, ​​the aggressiveness of Manchester City, Chelsea, and Paris... Schalke 04 has none of these things.

Naturally, this ghostly place is not suitable for making contributions. If it is said that it can create any miracles, it must be done by itself.

Stevens quickly left the first half behind and said, "I'll put Raul on in the second half. It's time for them to taste the siege."

At the beginning of the second half, the two sides changed sides to fight, and Stevens quickly replaced Hegel with Raul.

Bayern played one less player, and only Thomas Muller, Kroos, Arjen Robben and Mandzukic were left as offensive players in the frontcourt. After Schalke had Raul in the center, their offense was much more organized.

Like Stevens said, now it's our turn.

(End of this chapter)