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Chapter 135 Between two points, Yang Feng is the shortest

Arsenal had long been prepared for Yang Feng's speed, but they never expected him to be so fast.

Yang Feng's previous speed was in the first echelon of the Bundesliga. Even if the scope is expanded to the entire world football, it is estimated that he can barely squeeze into the first group. After further improvement, there are very few active players who are faster than him. up.

Of course, the so-called speed in the football world is more complicated, such as off-ball speed, dribbling speed, starting speed, acceleration, fastest instantaneous speed, and the ability to combine human and ball in high-speed dribbling, etc. The famous speed dogs are actually in these aspects. Each has their own emphasis, and the gap between everyone is very subtle. It is difficult to have an accurate definition that can be used to distinguish who is faster than whom like a sprint race. However, if these are combined, in Yang Feng's own guess, S-level players are probably at the level of Irving, Bale, and Mbappe. SS players should be at the historical level of Caniggia and Kaka, and above that, they should be at the human limit of Ronaldo and Bolt.

In terms of running speed alone, Walcott, who once ran exaggerated results in the [-]-meter runway, may even be faster than Robben and Henry, but if you add a football under your feet and put a few defensive players in front, It's really hard to tell who is the fastest and who is the slowest, as it varies from time to time.

From this point of view, Yang Feng, who has a stronger ball sense and dribbling, is naturally much more difficult to deal with than Walcott when he dribbles wildly.

"Yang Feng is going crazy. Arsenal have nothing to do with him. This situation reminds us of last season's Champions League group stage. When Tottenham faced Inter Milan, Bell passed the speed time after time. Eat Maicon to take over the game, and now, the scene of deja vu appeared again, the difference is that Arsenal does not have the world's number one right back to defend Yang Feng..."

The Premier League team should be the most experienced in the five major leagues in dealing with speed forwards. Arsenal quickly made adjustments, not only increasing the defensive depth, but also deliberately looking for physical contact.

Anyway, he deliberately squeezed Yang Feng to the side to reduce his space for dribbling the ball, and then followed closely behind, trying not to be thrown away too much, and then got stuck at the moment he cut inside.

Of course, if Yang Feng leads all the way to the black like Valencia did, and doesn't pass the ball to the bottom line, then no one can do anything, just let fate.

The rest is to surround if you can, and hit if you can't. Anyway, no one can continuously attack the defense line at full speed. After all, the body is not made of iron, and it is almost enough to stop Yang Feng when he explodes.

However, even if a countermeasure is found, Arsenal's defense is still in jeopardy. There is no way, Yang Feng is too slippery, never staying in a fixed position, midfielder, frontcourt, left, center, right, almost just relaxed a little bit Wherever he goes.

In the 20th minute of the game, Yang Feng just rushed to the left, and then ran to the right to grab Farfan's business.

Farfan did not completely give him the right lane, but escorted him nearby.

He found that Yang Feng's dribbling speed had exceeded his own off-ball speed, which meant that even if he was a defensive player, it was almost impossible for him to recover the ball after being passed by Yang Feng.

Arteta feels this very deeply. After being caught by Yang Feng's speed near the midfield line, he has been chasing wildly behind, but he has been chasing farther and farther. In the end, he had no choice but to stop and watched depressedly. The backs of the Chinese people are gone.

Kirkland came over to defend, and aimed at knocking someone out of bounds, the screeching look made the Schalke players anxious, and Raul, who was standing in front of Yang Feng's left, raised his hand and shouted: "Pass the ball! There is space, pass the ball!"

Yang Feng continued to concentrate on dribbling the ball. Raul thought he didn't hear it, and was about to shout again, but Yang Feng's deep voice came over, "Restricted area!"

Raul quickly turned around and went straight into the penalty area.

Kirkland rushed towards Yang Feng with a rugby rushing defense, but unexpectedly, Yang Feng stepped on the gas pedal again and rushed past him by a hair.

Kirkland hit the air, went straight out of bounds, and flew embarrassingly into the audience.

Yang Feng has come to the ribs of the penalty area, and Santos is coming head-on, and he is ready to shovel head-on.

In the penalty area, Huntelaar was already entangled by Vermaelen, but Raul, who came in from behind, had a chance, and Yang Feng decisively swept the ball into the penalty area.

"Yang Feng came again and broke through Arteta quickly... Cocoran was not good at coming, and Yang Feng accelerated! He can go any faster!? Cocoran rubbed Yang Feng's back and rushed out of bounds... A chance? A cross! Raul! A tackle!"

Raul started two or three meters in front of Yang Feng, and the two ran in parallel, but when he rushed into the penalty area, he was already five or six meters behind Yang Feng.

Yang Feng knocked the ball across the middle of the penalty area, and paused to take care of Raul's speed. Raul had already gritted his teeth and sprinted desperately, but when the football came in front of him, he still couldn't catch up and could only slide forward Shoveled a bit.

The football was kicked by Raul's sole and flew to the center of the goal.

The ball was soft and weak, and the football was flying in the middle of the goal, so it would be hell if he could score.

Raul had already resigned himself to his fate and lay back, not even wanting to read the result, but he didn't expect that the whole audience would cry out in the next second.

"Hunterel!"

"careful!"

"Go in!"

Mannone moved his footsteps a little, and was about to hold the football in his arms in his most handsome posture, but Huntelaar came out of nowhere and headed the ball into the goal.

The away fans had already jumped up and cheered heartily, but Yang Feng immediately turned to look at the linesman.

Huntelaar also turned around guiltily, just in time to see the small flag raised high in the lineman's hand.

offside...

"GO...huh?" Martin Taylor's cheers stopped abruptly, "Is it offside?"

Lineker said: "Yes, at the moment Raul shot, Huntelaar was indeed in an offside position..."

"Oh, what a pity, what a play! Young almost fed the ball to Raul's mouth! It hurts to say that, but Raul... is really not the Raul he used to be."

Lineker sighed and said: "Yes, if he was young, Raul would never miss this opportunity. Of course, it is also possible that Feng is too fast, not only the opponent failed to keep up with him, but even the teammates did not follow him. Going to his pace, you know, every once in a while in my career, I've come across guys like that, and they're the toughest guys on the court every now and then, and it just feels like we're not in the same world as us .”

"Feng? You mean Yang?"

"Hmm," Lineker raised his chin triumphantly, "Did I tell you that I have a Chinese friend?"

"What does this have to do with your Chinese friends?"

"He told me that 'Yang' is actually the surname, and 'Feng' is the first name. According to Chinese habits, Schalke No. 9 may actually prefer people to call him 'Feng' instead of 'Yang', haha, Even the Germans didn't realize that."

"Oh well, I don't see a difference, but since your Chinese friend said that... um, Feng? 'Yang' means young in English, so what is 'feng'?"

"I haven't had time to ask yet."

Raul stood up and gave Yang Feng a thumbs up.

Huntelaar shrugged at the two, saying that he did his best.

Arsenal escaped, the defenders looked at me and looked at you, but they didn't know who to blame.

The Arsenal assistant coach Bould, who was chased off the sidelines, paced anxiously on the sidelines and kept looking at the stands, as if he wanted to get some instructions from Wenger in the stands.

The camera showed the frosty face of the professor at the right time. The old man hugged his shoulders and looked at the field without saying a word. He didn't know what he was thinking.

Bald gritted his teeth and made a decision.

Can't help it!Can only attack!Who can score more goals!
Mannone takes the goal kick and the football falls to midfield.

Jones and Cazorla jumped together, but neither could touch the ball, and the football scraped their scalps as it landed in Schalke's half.

Hegel arrived first and played the ball wide just as the football was about to bounce again.

Atsuto Uchida made a long pass.

Yang Feng was walking back slowly, but when he looked up, he saw the football flying towards him.

He stopped quickly, tightened his arms, leaned his upper body back slightly, and stopped the ball with his chest.

Kirkland posted it lingeringly, and pushed Yang Feng forward.

The referee immediately put the whistle in his mouth, but Yang Feng didn't fall to the ground, but put the ball twice with his thighs, and then suddenly kicked the ball high behind him when Kirkland thought he was going to turn around.

The football flew over their heads and fell behind them.

Only then did Yang Feng turn around, overtake the football strongly from Kirkland's side, take two steps into the field, and then directly volley.

Here is a full 30 meters away from the goal, and the position is very close to the right. No one would have thought that he would suddenly come here with such a kick.

The football drew an obvious arc and flew towards the upper right corner of the goal. Mannone had already given up the rescue, and like all the audience, he followed the trajectory of the football and turned his neck.

The sound of "bang" is like listening to the sounds of nature.

"Yang Feng hit the goal suddenly, but unfortunately the football hit the crossbar. Schalke 04 missed the goal again, but the first half was just halfway through the game. If they continue to play like this, it is only a matter of time before they score again. ..."

The football bounced off and landed at Vermaelen's feet.

The Arsenal captain in the post-Van Persie era did not kick the ball with a big kick, but passed the ball to Cazorla in front of him.

Arsenal began to play their own signature ground quick coordination.

Martin Taylor quickly spit out the names of a series of players who participated in this offense like reading a list.

"Vermaelen... Cazorla... Podolski! Unfortunately, I didn't find a chance, pass back... Kirkland took the ball, don't worry, organize patiently, give Podolski again, a sudden through ball!"

The moment Poldowski received the ball, he suddenly put his foot in front of the small penalty area. Giroud quickly got rid of Hewedes' defense and volleyed.

The football flew straight to the left of the goal, and before the audience on the sidelines even had time to cheer or feel annoyed, Unnerstahl raised his hand as a conditioned reflex, and narrowly blocked the football.

Only then did the voices of the fans sound. The voices of the Arsenal fans changed from cheers to regrets, and the voices of Schalke fans changed from worry to joy, and then turned into exclamations in the next second.

Ramsey dexterously killed and shot the football blocked by Unnerstahl into the net.

Unnerstahl and Hewedes immediately raised their hands, "Offside! Offside!"

Everyone turned their heads to look at the referee at the same time, but saw that the referee did not respond.

"The referee Eriksson from Sweden pointed to the center circle, the goal was valid, Arsenal tied the score... Schalke 04's defense is full of holes... Let's watch the replay... Huh? This ball... seems to be really suspected of being offside..."

The moment Giroud shot, Ramsey rushed past Matip, according to the line drawn on the screen, half of his feet had indeed crossed Matip and was in an offside position.

Hewedes first looked up to the sky and sighed, and then buried his head deeply, ashamed to see others.

Ramsey actually thought that the ball would be blown away, so he rushed to the sidelines to celebrate overjoyed.

Wenger in the stands jumped up, high-fiving and hugging the fans around him.

"It's over, Reaper scored again, I don't know who is unlucky this time."

"What the god of death? Nana has a new meme?"

"This is not a meme, but... I don't know how to put it, Baidu "Ramsey's Law of Death"."

"Shivering.jpg"

"I wipe it, fortunately I bought a big ball."

Yang Feng came to the middle circle, lifted the hem of his jersey and wiped his sweat.

Only then did Raul have the opportunity to discuss the ball with him just now, and said: "Take care of the old guy, and turn back when passing the ball next time."

"It's just the opposite here. When you pass the ball next time, you should give it a little more forward than before. Now I..." Yang Feng said, "It will be very fast."

"I can see it," Raul still couldn't believe it, "it's an incredible improvement."

Huntelaar pursed his lips and said: "Come on, it's not the first time, haven't you gotten used to it yet? It's really an enviable age and talent. Whether it's physical or technical, he hasn't reached his limit yet... ...have you grown taller again?"

"It seems to be a centimeter taller."

"I'll just say..."

The game started again, this time Yang Feng stood in the middle circle and kicked off with Huntelaar.

After tying the score, Arsenal did not tend to be conservative. Instead, they played more aggressively. Instead of defending with offense, they contained Schalke 04's offensive. The game went into stoppage time and failed to score again.

"The preparations for the first half are over. The score is 1-1. Yang...Feng? So fast! Farfan passed the ball and Yang Feng rushed in from the left!"

Some fans who had been holding back for more than [-] minutes had already stood up and were about to drain the water, only to sit back up as soon as their waists straightened.

Farfan's pass was not perfect, almost reaching Cazorla's feet. Cazorla had already made a big-footed clearance, but Yang Feng flew past both of them in the blink of an eye. With a distance of two or three meters between them, he kicked the ball away from Cazorla's body, and then chased after him.

Cazorla quickly turned around and stretched out his hand to pull.

He couldn't pull Yang Feng's shoulders, he only grabbed his jersey, and the jersey slipped out of his hand before he could use any force.

Yang Feng's kick was a bit big, it looked like he was passing the ball to Jenkinson who was rushing up from behind.

Jenkinson didn't dare to wait for the ball in place, but moved forward quickly against the football, but it was still a step late.

Yang Feng flicked the ball half a step ahead and flew past him.

"Cazorla is slow...Jenkinson can't stop... Mertesacker! Oh shit! Yang overtakes and passes! Catch up! He passes the ball to himself three seconds later!"

Yang Feng scored the ball.

The football went in, and I bypassed Mertesacker from outside the boundary, and caught up with the football behind him.

The distance the ball passed was quite exaggerated. The football was kicked more than ten meters behind Mertesacker. It was about to go out of the baseline, but it was rescued by Yang Feng before it was about to go out of bounds.

Vermaelen pointed at Huntelaar and shouted to Santos, "Look at him!"

He rushed towards the football himself.

He arrived in a hurry, but before he had time to stretch his feet, Yang Feng swung past him with the familiar Kumho.

Only Huntelaar and Santos were left in the penalty area, and Yang Feng dribbled the ball directly along the baseline and killed it.

Mannone did not sit still, but abandoned the door and blocked him head-on.

Yang Feng poked the ball into the court again, and he ran out of the baseline again.

The ball is divided.

Huntelaar made a mistake that all forwards would make. Seeing the football roll over, he immediately wanted to rush to hit the goal. Unexpectedly, Yang Feng was faster than him, and the two of them were about to collide.

Stevens couldn't help cursing, but opened his mouth wide in the next second, and couldn't make a sound in a daze.

Yang Feng flicked the ball again.

Another ball was scored.

It's just that it was Huntelaar who passed by this time...

(End of this chapter)