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Chapter 163 Why Did You Hit My Hand With Your Face
He Shi, who had kept the word "Yang Feng" on his lips in the middle of the night, began to be contradictory again, "In the 46th minute of the game, Yang Feng finally went into battle! We don't know if he is still injured, although I also I hope to see him galloping on the field soon, but if the leg injury has not healed, I hope Stevens is more conservative in using Yang Feng, because Yang Feng is not only the wealth of Schalke 04 now , is also the treasure of the whole of China, and even the priceless treasure of the whole of Asia!"

"Young is finally playing! Real Madrid, are you ready to face the most terrifying weapon in the entire Bundesliga!"

"Schalke are still 4-4-2.
Goalkeeper: Hildebrand;

Defenders: Hewedes, Metzelder, Matip, Fuchs;

Midfielders: Hegel, Jones, Draxler, Farfan;

Forwards: Raul, Yang Feng. "

Yang Feng's appearance directly reassured everyone in Schalke, and there was a hint of "finally waiting" on the faces of the players, which was almost visible to the naked eye.

Yang Feng raised his hand and shook Raul's hand, and said with a smile, "Have you thought about how to celebrate the victory here?"

"Remind me," Raúl said, "don't laugh when you win, or the whole Madrid will kill me."

"There's a good way," Yang Feng stared at his face, "How about I punch you twice later and make you tear up and play an unforgettable old master?"

"...Then it's the Schalke's turn to kill me."

While the two were chatting and laughing easily, Hegel threw the boundary ball vigorously.

Farfan received the ball and knocked back, Hegel rushed into the field and brought the ball to Real Madrid's half, and then swept the ball in the direction of Yang Feng.

Yang Feng ran back a few steps and took the ball on the left side of the penalty area.

Pepe immediately bent down, narrowed the distance between her legs and waited for it. Unexpectedly, Yang Feng stepped on the ball under his feet and stretched out his hand to hook into the penalty area.

Pepe looked back inexplicably, just in time to see Ramos killing him in anger.

There was an uproar.

"Yang is responding to Ramos! This is not a good idea! We don't know if Ramos' provocation against him before was a strategy formulated by the team, but no matter what, Yang should not lose his composure. It is not a glorious experience to be sent off, and of course, it is not what everyone wants to see when two people are carried out of the field on a stretcher together."

Ramos rushed past Pepe and forced Yang Feng directly.

Yang Feng thought he would put the shovel directly, but he didn't expect this guy to be quite calm.

The distance between the feet is just right, and it is difficult for Yang Feng to pass the ball or wear the crotch.

Ramos stepped on the ground quickly with both feet, and pressed on Yang Feng step by step. Yang Feng stepped on the ball with his right foot and kept pulling the ball back. Just when Pepe was about to come up to defend, Yang Feng suddenly raised his upper body Leaning heavily to his right, his right foot also stepped forward heavily, making a strong dribbling motion.

Ramos reacted immediately, stretching his foot to his left like a conditioned reflex.

As soon as his foot stretched out, he knew he had been fooled.

Yang Feng didn't touch the ball with his right foot at all, but swiped over the football, and after deceiving Ramos, he gently dunked the ball to the left with the inside of his foot.

A very common breakthrough feint relies on explosive power and physical flexibility. At this time, any acceleration can pass by Ramos' right, but Yang Feng suddenly uses his left foot to gently push the ball forward, letting the football pass from the right side of Ramos. Ramos rolled between his feet.

crotch...

Ramos turned around quickly, but there was no time.

However, Yang Feng didn't catch the football that rolled from his crotch, but came to Pepe. Pepe's right foot was raised back high, ready to kick Yang Feng's face hard.

It's reasonable to hit someone with a big foot clearance, right?

No one expected that Yang Feng suddenly fell to the ground at this moment and put down the shovel.

In order to deal with these two guys, he deliberately put Fan Zhiyi's star card on the tackle, which looked quite professional.

The two met football at the same time.

Pepe drew the football right in front of her feet, while Yang Feng stepped heavily on the other side of the football with the sole of her shoe.

With a "bang", Pepe felt as if he had kicked on a piece of diamond connected to the ground, and the whole person fell straight forward.

Yang Feng did not dodge to the side, but retracted his legs naturally and bent his knees.

I'm sitting on the ground like this, pulling my legs upwards looks like a beaver, right?

Then Pepe's chest bumped into Yang Feng's knee as well...

"what!"

After a muffled grunt, Pepe fell silent.

Of course, he didn't die on the spot, but was already too painful to cry out.

Only then did Yang Feng stand up and kick the ball out of the boundary very morally.

Ramos flew over quickly, and was about to hit Yang Feng with his outstretched hands. Alonso had quick eyesight and quick hands, and immediately inserted between the two, hugging Ramos tightly.

"Let go of me, he did it on purpose!"

Yang Fengniao didn't even glance at him, but looked down at Pepe who was lying on the ground and clutching his chest.

Casillas pushed him aside and knelt down to check Pepe nervously.

Yang Feng said: "Don't look at it, just call a stretcher, or an ambulance."

He knew the force of that blow just now best, even his knees were numb, and Pepe's bones might be broken.

Casillas looked up angrily, "You are maliciously retaliating!"

"Blind?" Yang Feng said, "I haven't said that he hit my knee with his chest."

Judging from the picture, this is really the case, but in the context of the time, this sentence is probably similar to "It is obvious that he hit my hand with the face".

The stretcher came on the field quickly, and Yang Feng was also surrounded by Real Madrid players, but other Schalke players were also very fast, and the two sides pushed together again.

Everyone knew that Yang Feng was taking revenge, but so what?The only thing the referee can make a fuss about is the tackle, but that tackle is clean and there is no problem at all.

The fans could only greet Yang Feng frantically with their middle fingers and boos, but even in the Ruhr Derby he can take a leisurely walk, which is nothing.

Raul was caught in the middle again, he was too busy to appease one and then to separate the other.

He Shi said while stealing the music: "Look at the slow-motion replay... Yang Feng passed Ramos through his crotch, Pepe followed up with Bigfoot to make a clearance, Yang Feng tackled the ball head-on, and Pepe fell to the ground... Oh, No, it fell on Yang Feng's knee, it seems to be not light, I don't know if I can still play."

Zhang Lu, who was sitting next to him, also suppressed a smile, "Yes, the court is always full of accidents, so the most important thing for a player on the court is to protect himself."

"Honestly, it's kind of dirty, but I really like what to do?"

"...This is also called dirty? It's obviously an accident, okay?"

"Removing harm for the people is very satisfying!"

"Is Ramos next?"

"This group of useless defenders in Sha Mine, it's fine if they can't play football, and Yang Feng has to go and get back by himself. What's the use of keeping them, it's better to raise a few Erha."

The referee finally settled the matter, and then walked in front of Yang Feng. He didn't know what to say, and finally he could only give a verbal warning, "Don't make small moves, I will watch you."

"What is this? A threat?"

"No, it's just a kind warning," the referee said sternly, "Don't ruin the game, but also yourself."

"Have you ever told them that?"

"I say that to every player."

"Then it seems that your words are really useless."

There is one thing to say, Real Madrid still wants to play well in this game, including Ramos and Pepe, but they refused to let Yang Feng want to play well. Now they want to play seriously, why should they ask others to follow? They talk about martial arts?
Mourinho quickly gave up the entanglement after a few words with the fourth official to no avail, replaced Pepe with Albiol, and at the same time reached out and called Ramos.

The two got together with their heads down, and Mourinho put his hand over his mouth to prevent the camera from capturing his mouth shape, "Shall I teach you how to do it? Either let him go down, or stay away from him! We No time to play games with him!"

"I know what to do," Ramos said. "He will leave the Bernabeu crying."

Mourinho didn't quite believe his bragging, but he patted him on the shoulder encouragingly, "What I want is not that you two go to the hospital at the same time or end off with a red card at the same time, but the game victory, you know Bar?"

Ramos nodded.

It's all about winning, for the fans, for the team.

【I am so great. ] Ramos thought.

Schalke was not very happy either. Metzelder pointed to his teammates in the defense, especially Hewedes, and said with hatred: "You are too weak! That's not how defenders are! What will the fans think of us if Yang himself takes revenge? Listen, Yang has done enough for us, it's time for us to do something for him! They dare to hurt Yang's toe, and we will kick Benzema. The whole leg!"

"Okay, if they dare to hurt Yang's hair, I will pluck Ronaldo bald."

"Oh Maika, then he will kill you, believe me, he will really kill you, you don't know how much that Portuguese man loves his hair..."

The game starts again.

The ball was kicked by Yang Feng on his own initiative. Although Real Madrid served the ball according to the rules, according to the rules of the world, after the ball was sent, Real Madrid should take the initiative to exchange the ball to Schalke 04. It was only when Modric served the ball. After coming out, Real Madrid directly attacked Schalke.

This time it was not Di Maria on the wing who was in charge of advancing, but Kaka in the middle.

The shadow of a famous tree, although everyone knows that Kaka is no longer the son of God, but at the moment when he took the ball and rushed in the middle, Schalke 04 still played [-] points.

Hegel and Jones joined forces to meet them, and Kaka poked the ball between them, but it was not a force, but a pass.

This scene made Kaka fans suddenly feel inexplicably sad.

A generation of geniuses who used to come and go freely among thousands of armies, now dare not even dare to break through their own best...

But the facts proved that they were overly hypocritical. The ball was handled very reasonably. The ball passed between Jones and Hegel and came directly to Modric.

Modric crosses directly with the instep of the outside foot.

The football draws an obvious arc around the left side of the goal.

Ronaldo succeeded in anti-offside and dived to the top.

"Kaka scored, Modric crossed, Cristiano headed! GO... oh, amazing Hildebrand! He made an immediate save!"

Hildebrand saved the ball with one hand, and Matip quickly kicked the ball out of the penalty area.

Draxler kicked the ball to the right before Ronaldo.

Farfan knocked the ball back, then immediately turned and rushed towards Real Madrid's half-court.

Fuchs passed the ball overhead, and Farfan ran past Di Maria and unloaded the ball lightly.

In the middle, Yang Feng, Raul, Hegel and Jones rushed into the penalty area together.

Ramos immediately ran towards Yang Feng again.

Farfan looked up and made a decisive cross.

The football flew to the middle of the penalty area, Yang Feng jumped up vigorously, shook his head and hit the goal.

Ramos took off one step behind him, but he wasn't going for the ball in the first place.

There is a dirty trick in basketball called stepping, but no one dares to do it when fighting for the top on the football field, because... football shoes have spikes.

So the more insidious thing on the football field is stampede.

Ramos deliberately took off slower than Yang Feng in order to wait for him to land and then use the spikes to give him a kick on the instep.

Yang Feng was already full of energy when he rushed over. Although he didn't know what he was going to do, it would definitely not be wrong to act first anyway.

So he swung his arm vigorously while heading the ball.

In terms of bouncing, Ramos will only be stronger than him. If the two of them took off at the same time, Yang Feng's move would be useless. He just sent his head to Yang Feng's elbow.

This time it was going to be real, it was really his hand that was hit in the face, and there was a high probability that Yang Feng's elbow would take the card, and Ramos was carried off.

The chaotic Hegel rescued Yang Feng.

Unlike Ramos and Yang Feng who jumped on the spot, Hegel flew over from behind and hit Ramos' head hard.

The two screamed in unison, brushed Yang Feng's elbow and flew out together, then rolled into a ball.

Everyone who saw this scene felt their scalps go numb.

Yang Feng even clearly heard the dull sound of two heads bumping together.

He quickly reached out to greet the team doctor, and at the same time knelt down and covered Hegel's bloody forehead.

Ramos on the other side was also having a hard time, and his forehead was also bleeding profusely.

"Fode-se!" Mourinho on the sidelines couldn't help shouting a Portuguese national curse.

Stevens on the other side couldn't help covering his forehead, and then turned to look at the bench.

The team doctors on both sides rushed into the field in a hurry, took out gauze and pressed their wounds.

"...Yang Feng, Ramos and Hegel jumped to head the ball together, but Hegel and Ramos collided together. Looking at the replay, the collision was serious, but they didn't seem to lose consciousness, no I know if I can continue the game! If Ramos is also injured and leaves the field, then Real Madrid will lose too much! Two non-combat reductions, and the reduction is two generals on the defensive front, which will affect their defense. It is a devastating blow!"

The two were carried out on a stretcher together, and Yang Feng also went to the sidelines to wash his bloody right hand.

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