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Chapter 134 Who Made You Fly On The Grass

When Yang Feng stepped into the penalty area, Mertesacker and Vermaelen came to block it at the same time. Vermaelen even paid the price of a yellow card and directly shoveled towards Yang Feng.

Yang Feng glanced at the goal, mainly at the goalkeeper's position, and found that Mannone was standing in the center of the goal, and he shot directly to the lower left corner of the goal.

The football quickly rolled past Vermaelen and headed for the goal.

Mannone thought that Yang Feng would shoot directly, but at this distance, even if he shoots, it would usually be a burst shot or a curved ball aimed at the two upper corners of the goal. He never thought that Yang Feng would launch a shot. Rolling the ball, and it is also an extremely fast and accurate grounding ball.

When Mannone reacted, the football was already close to the goal line. He only had time to fall to the ground symbolically, but he was unable to stop the football from entering the net.

"Yang! He's as fast as a bolt of lightning! Shot! GOOOOOOOL! Unexpected shot! Record broken? 15 seconds! Record broken again?" Lineker was a famous football gentleman on the field, but in the studio Almost like a lunatic when excited.

Martin Taylor quickly continued: "No! No! It's still close! The record for the fastest goal in the Champions League is 10.2 seconds. In 2007, when Bayern faced Real Madrid in the Champions League, Ma Kai scored. But if it was a few years earlier, Yang's goal The ball can really break the record for the fastest goal in the Champions League, because the previous record was created by Arsenal's Gilberto. In the match between Arsenal and PSV on September 02, 9, he only used Scored the opponent's goal in 25 seconds."

"What a pity! The record for the fastest goal in the European Super Cup, the record for the longest goal in the Bundesliga, the record for the fastest hat-trick in the five major leagues, and almost one more record for the fastest goal in the Champions League... But Schalke 04 Didn’t your coach teach him? A football field is not a track, so you can’t drive a Ferrari up…”

Compared with the slightly stereotyped Chinese-style commentary, the commentators in European and American football are obviously better at running the train with their mouths.

There is a joke saying that after Ronaldo dribbled the ball through several opponents, and finally the pendulum tricked the goalkeeper to easily send the ball into the net, the commentators from various countries who were broadcasting live had different reactions: the Brazilian commentator issued a two-point Howling for half an hour, the volume of 120 decibels directly shattered the glass of the studio; the French narrator began to chatter and introduce Ronaldo’s new girlfriend, from acquaintance to first kiss, from temperament to measurements; the British narrator calmly reported A series of statistics are published, from the speed of dribbling to the running distance to the time to score a goal, etc., which are clearly calculated for you.

The joke is of course exaggerated, but it also summarizes the distinctive characteristics of European and American commentators from the side. Anyone who has heard the long tone "GOAL" that is full of air and lasts for several minutes will be deeply impressed by the South American commentator. Martin Naturally, some people like Taylor's style of throwing a bunch of data in the audience's face at every turn.

"Goal in 10 seconds? Goal in 15 seconds? Do all Bundesliga players shoot that fast?"

"Yes, that's why I don't go to the Bundesliga, I'm a real man after all."

"Wenger: Dear Yang, how long do you think my defense can stop you?
Yang: 15.
Wenger: 15 minutes?

Yang: 14.
Wenger: Huh?

Yang: 13.
Wenger: ...

Yang: 12.
Wenger: Enough!You give me a stop! "

Poet He had already patted the table, "Audience friends, you read that right. Schalke 04 had already taken the lead at the beginning of the game. In 15 seconds, many fans at the scene may not have found their seats. Many fans in front of the TV The fans may have just turned on the TV, and the score on the field has become 0-1! Yang Feng is definitely the top assassin on the football field! The silver saddle shines on the white horse, whistling like a shooting star; killing one person in ten steps, never staying behind! "

The relentless Yang Feng knelt and glided on the turf of the Emirates Stadium, leaving three deep marks, each of which was filled with the confusion and bewilderment of sought-after players and fans.

His face was stern, like the statue in front of the Emirates Stadium, and he kicked out a legend.

The snapping fans didn't even know how to react well.

Boos or applause?Middle finger or thumb?
Stevens rushed over from the coach bench like crazy, put Yang Feng's face in both hands, and pressed his forehead against his forehead, and shouted: "What did you do? Ah? What did you do? You are Bolt Are you Lightning? Who made you fly over the grass?"

"Boss, don't shout so loudly, I can hear you." Yang Feng was really afraid that the old man couldn't help but kiss him directly, so he quickly slapped his hands away calmly and stood up, "I will apply for one as soon as possible." Grass flying permit."

Huntelaar had already rushed to his side, knelt down on one knee without saying a word, and signaled Yang Feng to put his foot on it, but as soon as Yang Feng put his foot on it, Farfan and Jones squatted down together, pretending to help him wipe Picked up the sneakers.

The two actors became addicted to acting. You pushed me and I pushed you, as if they were robbing business.

"Oh! Farfan and Jones fought to shine Yang's shoes. This team atmosphere is really enviable..."

Raul was still full of disbelief, "Impossible, when did you get so fast? Why haven't you reached your limit yet?"

"It's very simple." Yang Feng patted him on the shoulder. "More scientific training, a stronger body, and a more reasonable running method."

"Your personal trainer taught you?"

"Of course, I said, I can go faster!"

Farfan became anxious, "Yang! Teach me! I want to be faster too!"

"Uh, this is also about talent..."

Farfan said: "I have talent!"

"No, you didn't..."

"I'm really talented, you don't know, I'd be a sprinter if I didn't play football."

"But football is not sprinting... ok ok, go back to training together..."

Several people walked back to their positions, the Arsenal players looked at Yang Feng silently, and suddenly understood that Mao's own boss was thinking about this kid day and night.

The game started again, one side hadn't recovered from the blow, and the other side was still immersed in the dream start. Everyone was unaware of Yang Feng's ambition to break the record of "the fastest hat-trick in the Champions League". The rhythm was slow, Yang Feng quickly missed the best time to break this record.

After taking precautions, the lightning attack was not effective, but Yang Feng's sudden speed still caused a lot of trouble for Arsenal. Every time he touched the ball in the midfield, he would attract more than two opponents' defense.

Wenger's forest management ability has been criticized, but without him on the sidelines, Arsenal, which suffered a critical attack at the beginning, is obviously more likely to panic.

Stevens kept clenching his fist and shaking it gently.

Arsenal?Wenger?I'm sure of you!
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