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Chapter 164 You can't say it's not the same, it's exactly the same

The game continued, the two wounded were still being treated on the sidelines, and the two coaches were still waiting for the team doctor's conclusion before deciding whether to make a substitution. Anyway, everyone lost one, and no one took advantage of the other.

Yang Feng's header just now went over the crossbar, and now it's Real Madrid's goal kick.

The football was kicked to the midfield by Casillas, Alonso and Jones couldn't reach the ball when they jumped up, but it was cheaper for Kaka behind.

Brother Jam is actually in a good state today, and he tried to lead a wave in the middle.

The iconic stride.

"Ye Qing is back!"

"The mud horse Ika is still so handsome!"

"Kaka scored one and Yang Feng scored two. The game is over and everyone is happy."

Kaka will celebrate his 32nd birthday in [-] days. After various overhauls, his condition is only about [-]-[-]% of his peak period. Yang Feng caught up with the last two sprints and shoveled from the side.

Kaka stopped and turned the ball in a hurry, but it was still a bit slow. The football was poked by Yang Feng, and he himself hit Yang Feng's leg and fell to the ground.

The Real Madrid fans immediately booed again.

"Executioner!"

"What the hell are you doing besides tackling?"

"Red card! Get off!"

First touch the ball and then touch the person, red a JJ card.

Yang Feng patted his buttocks and stood up, then bent down and stretched out his hands.

Kaka froze for a moment, but still held Yang Feng's hand.

Using both hands at the same time, Kaka was pulled up from the ground by Yang Feng.

The two didn't say anything, they just patted each other on the back, and then chased after the football again.

As long as one more goal is scored, they will be able to advance. Of course, Real Madrid played desperately. Schalke was poured two in the half. Every attack in the game affects the hearts of countless fans.

In the 58th minute of the game, when Yang Feng once again received a long pass from Hewedes in the backcourt, there was sudden warm applause from the stands.

Hegel and Ramos have already stood on the sidelines.

Both had bandages on their heads.

Although it is not as good as Stam's on-site no-anesthesia stitches and Puyol stapler stitching browbones, they are still two strong men.

Yang Feng looked up and looked away, and continued to move forward with the ball.

Modric immediately entangled him.

The Croatian is now an important player in Real Madrid, but absolutely no one would have thought that he would be able to reach the height of the Golden Ball in the future. Just looking at his stature, no one would associate him with a defensive champion, but Yang Feng still Carefully controlled the football, and then stepped on the bicycle quickly.

This bicycle is from Quares Continental, more or less similar to Ronaldo's, and the audience's eyes on Yang Feng became a little strange...

Modric also had a sense of familiarity, so he didn't dare to step first, but retreated cautiously, his eyes fixed on the football under Yang Feng's feet.

Seeing that he was not fooled, Yang Feng could only swipe the ball hard on the outside of his right foot, flashing a little space and breaking through violently.

Ramos, who was waiting to play on the sidelines, gave him a disdainful look.

If you can't play with technology, you just play with your body, this guy is so disgusting!

Modric immediately got stuck horizontally, but was immediately shocked back.

Yang Feng was also deformed by his collision, but he quickly adjusted and turned the ball over to support Harvey Alonso.

Alonso turned and gave chase.

"Yang Feng broke through Modric and scored a goal against Alonso! Beautiful! Overtaking from the outside!"

Yang Feng stepped on the accelerator to the end, and the whole person ran out of bounds.

Hegel quickly took two steps back.

Ramos didn't want to retreat, and even wanted to stretch out his feet to give Yang Feng a shot, but seeing his aggressive appearance, he still couldn't help taking a step back.

Yang Feng flew past the two with sparks and lightning all the way, and bypassed Harvey Alonso who was already clenching his teeth and rushing red-faced.

He even surpassed football, because he couldn't stop the car, and he ran out of the bottom line...

Everyone knew that Alonso was hopeless, and Albiol and Marcelo rushed over.

Yang Feng turned around and rushed into the field, just in time to catch the football before Marcelo and Albiol.

Marcelo and Albiol thought he was going to pass the ball or go straight to the pass, so they quickly approached each other and closed the door to beat the dog.

Unexpectedly, Yang Feng not only did not take advantage of the trend to pass the ball between them, but instead controlled the ball under his feet, quickly touching the ball with the inside of his left and right feet alternately, and miraculously passed between the two of them with one push and one dunk.

"Yang Feng received the football passed by himself three seconds ago. The fried ball broke through Marcelo and Albiol, and cut horizontally into the penalty area! Casillas attacked!"

Yang Feng deliberately waited for a while, and did not raise the knife until Cassie was far enough away from the goal.

The football rose lightly, drawing a beautiful rainbow in front of Real Madrid's goal and crossing the goal line.

"GOOOOOOOOOAL!!! Yang surpassed four people in a row! Harvey Alonso, Modric, Marcelo, and Albiol couldn't stop him!"

"When the seas are flowing, you can show your true qualities! At the critical moment when Real Madrid is about to tie the score, and at the critical moment when Schalke 04 is about to fall from heaven to hell, Yang Feng once again stepped forward!

Football is a team sport. In this sport, even ordinary individuals can create great miracles when united. But similarly, we have also witnessed too much individual heroism in this sport. Maradona in 86, Baggio in 94, and Kaka in 07 all performed super scripts with mortal bodies comparable to gods. Today, or this season, we have seen it again in Yang Feng Such a miracle!

The 11th goal of the Champions League!
Yang Feng equaled the personal scoring record of an Asian player in the Champions League created by the legendary Uzbekistan star Maxim Shatzkikh!But Maxim Shatzkikh scored 11 goals in 45 games, while Yang Feng only took 10 games!Or more precisely, 9 and a half games! "

Yang Feng rushed to the sidelines and knelt down to glide, but he neither clenched his fists and roared, nor opened his arms to laugh wildly. Instead, he lowered his head slightly and put his right index finger to his mouth, making a gesture of silence.

You... are really noisy!

The Real Madrid fans were in a trance for a while.

Who was the last person to be so domineering at the Bernabeu?
Ronaldinho?Thierry Henry?Or Leo Messi?

Hegel was the first to rush to Yang Feng.

He rushed in from the sidelines and knelt in front of Yang Feng. He wanted to put his forehead against Yang Feng's, but he didn't expect to be hugged directly by Yang Feng.

"Real Madrid is doomed, Uncle Ye can't save it, I said it!"

"Yes, victory belongs to us!"

The others rushed over quickly, ready to pounce, Yang Feng quickly stood up and shouted: "Stop! Didn't you see it? There are wounded!"

Draxler knelt in front of him on one knee, pulled his right foot over, put it on his lap, and pretended to wipe it.

Hildebrand in front of the door knelt on the ground, with both index fingers stretched out, pointing high to the sky, forcing Graman.

In the Weiaipi box, Florentino said with a deadpan expression: "First suspend the negotiation with Tottenham, and try our best to win this Chinese."

Santos, the vice chairman of Real Madrid, said helplessly: "I have tried it, and he didn't even give us the opportunity to negotiate in person."

"What's the reason?"

In the eyes of the old man, this is nothing more than a means of raising prices.

Reject Real Madrid?

Figo turned it down, Ronaldo turned it down, Beckham turned it down, Kaka turned it down, but in the end?

They all put on the Real Madrid jersey.

"No reason," Santos repeated with a shrug, "no reason, no demand, as if he really didn't care about Real Madrid."

"There is no requirement, that is too much..." Florentino murmured in a low voice, "Greedy Chinese."

……

Yang Feng looked at the points record.

"You scored a wonderful goal and got a point, current points: 16"

"You opened the scoring for the team in a key game and got one point. Current points: 17"

almost……

If you score another one, you will break the record for Asian players in the Champions League. If you fail to do so, you can get a new card in this game.

"Real Madrid is also a big player in points."

The game started again, and Hegel and Ramos finally entered the field.

Mourinho made a substitution first.

The mediocre Benzema was replaced, and the small smoker came on the field in an emergency.

Immediately after the kick-off, Real Madrid turned on the runaway mode. Schalke 04 was once again suppressed in their own half. Even Raul and Yang Feng returned to the midfield to support the defense.

Ramos lingered, following Yang Feng.

Yang Feng glanced at his bandage and said with a smile, "It suits you quite well."

Ramos looked at his right leg maliciously, "Your leg is also suitable for a cast."

"Then try it," Yang Feng said, "I'll put plaster on it, but you should at least put steel nails on it. Who's afraid of anyone?"

"Raul didn't tell you? The man who dared to talk to me like that last time can't play now."

"...Raul said, give him face and treat you lightly," Yang Feng walked slowly across the halfway line, "Don't worry, I promised him."

Ramos hurriedly followed, "For Raul's sake, I'll keep your left leg too."

"Let's not talk about Raul, let's talk about Mourinho." Yang Feng looked at Ronaldo who was about to shoot, and slowly stopped, "He is really big enough to send you alone to defend me. "

Mourinho's mind is only scoring goals now, and he can't wait to throw Casillas into Schalke 04's penalty area. How can he allocate troops to defend Yang Feng.

Ramos also saw Ronaldo who was about to shoot, and immediately stopped behind Yang Feng, and didn't care to talk to him.

Ronaldo's explosive shot hit Matip's calf. The football was kicked by you in the penalty area, and finally flew crookedly out of the penalty area.

Raul faced his own goal, fell backwards and hooked the ball hard.

Barb pass.

Modric and Varane immediately rushed towards the football, but they could only see the backs of Yang Feng and Ramos.

Yang Feng accelerated and accelerated, and soon passed Ramos.

Ramos pushed hard behind him.

Yang Feng leaned forward and did not fall to the ground. Instead, he stood up again after supporting with both hands, and stretched out his feet to gently unload the football.

The referee silently put down the whistle in his mouth, panted heavily and rushed to the back of the two.

After Yang Feng paused, Ramos quickly chased him, but before he could make a move, Yang Feng picked the football over his head.

The football was picked from the left to the center.

The two chased after him again, but it was still Yang Feng who got there first.

When the football fell, Yang Feng stopped and passed it, and instantly shook Ramos aside.

"Ramos pushed someone from behind! Yang Feng fell... stood up again, and passed the ball! Swayed! One-handed! Hey? Oh! It's too sticky!" Zhang Lu even forgot to say "hehe", speaking quickly Quickly, "Yang Feng passed Ramos twice! Ouch, three times! This scene is a bit familiar, so who, Kaka seems to have had a ball that broke his leg, is it similar to this?"

Kaka himself can't remember clearly, but his fans are very impressed.

That was in the Milan Derby in 07. Kaka made three unimaginable anti-human changes in a row and passed the then world-class defensive champion Samuel three times, breaking his ligaments.

It can't be said that Yang Feng's ball is not the same, it is exactly the same.

(and also……)
(End of this chapter)