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Chapter 176 I Love You
Yang Feng is a very easy person to get along with, as the Schalke 04 teammates can attest to.

He can even be called brothers and sisters with the gang of ghosts and monsters in the national team.

But since joining Manchester City, everything about him has made his teammates dislike it.

It's annoying to act like I'm just here to be the boss.

In the competitive world, strength is king. If you want to be the boss, you can show your strength-we didn't recognize those in the Bundesliga before.

But Yang Feng took advantage of the club's momentum to take the position brutally.

No one knows Manchester City better than him.

This team has won 11 Premier League titles in 6 years, but has never won the Champions League, and even entered the Champions League final only once.

But Yang Feng's ambition is to bring back the Champions League every season he is here!
That, of course, has to rally everyone around itself.

Everyone's time is so precious, how can we have so much energy to play and convince people with virtue, right?

As long as teammates don't hold back, hanging on the wall can be invincible.

Joe Hart is his sacrifice in charge of Manchester City.

It's a pity that the sacrificial student didn't realize this. He was just secretly blaming his teammates for their inaction. Of course, he couldn't show it on the surface.

"There's one," Yang Feng leaned forward, "I suggest you go back and ask your wife to buy you a better cushion. It will be more comfortable when you sit on the bench."

Joe Hart stared, and Kompany frowned at the back, standing between the two of them, and said to Yang Feng, "Do you really know what you're doing?"

"I know, I'm teaching you to recognize your own position."

"Want to be the boss? Yes, show your strength!"

"It means that the one hit just now was not enough, right?"

Kompany was speechless.

When he was wiped by Yang Feng just now, it wasn't that he had no choice, but he was worried, and he didn't use some cruel moves that could easily cause conflicts, but he was also asking himself, if he met Yang Feng like this in the Champions League, would he Can you stop it?
The moment Yang Feng scored the ball, there was even a flash of wonder in his heart.

This is the top scorer in the Champions League!
The top scorer in the Champions League that was snatched from Ronaldo abruptly!
No one knows Ronaldo better than him.

Which famous superstar doesn't step on a lot of bones?And Kompany is one of the bones under Ronaldo's feet.

It can be said that Ronaldo can grow to the height he is today, thanks to Kompany.

Those who can defeat Ronaldo are ruthless people...

"Captain?" Kompany didn't wear the captain's armband, but Yang Feng still patted his arm, "You have to show the strength that I recognize."

Kompany really panicked this time.Not because of the "right to choose teammates" in Yang Feng, but because he was afraid that Yang Feng would look down on him, afraid... that he would not be able to keep up with Yang Feng's footsteps.

But no matter how flustered he was, he had to speak hard, Kompany said sharply, "You'll see it soon."

"Wait."

The game starts again.

After all, Kanter can't hide his rookie nature and is at a loss in front of several world-class players, but his potential is also impressive.

The card placement is too precise, and the timing is amazing.

This is a talent, a talent that cannot be cultivated until death.

But at this stage, Kanter is indeed the weakest link on Yang Feng's side.

Silva opened the gap from him again and Aguero finally got his chance to hit the goal.

In order to be sure, he even purposely aimed at it, but the reading bar was too long, before the skill was released, Oblak had already rushed in front of him.

Aguero quickly dialed the ball to change direction, ready to drive Oblak away, but Oblak had already figured out his next move, and immediately fell to the ground and threw the ball sideways, accurately holding the ball in his arms.

"Oh!"

"This goalkeeper is not bad. He actually destroyed A Kun's one-handed goal."

"Isn't he the one Yang brought?"

"Pass the ball to Yang!"

Of course Cross also wanted to pass the ball to Yang Feng, but Yaya Toure hit a wall with Yang Feng and turned to him to vent his anger. Cross couldn't find a chance to pass the ball.

He originally thought that Yang Feng would come back to respond, but he didn't expect that Yang Feng was still running towards the goal.

no solution anymore…

Kroos was about to pass to Navas, but unexpectedly saw Yang Feng pointing upwards.

lob?

Yang Feng did score a header against Bayern, but he scored a hundred goals before he scored such a header!Would you believe it was not a coincidence?
Moreover, Kompany is 1.9 meters tall, almost ten centimeters taller than Yang Feng, and with Sabaletta pinching, can this ball be passed?

But no matter, since the boss has spoken, Cross can only follow the instructions.

A hurried long pass flew to the left of the goal.

The ball was a bit high, and Kompany and Zabaleta did not reach a tacit understanding. Kompany went to fight for the top, while Sabatale planned to let the ball fly out of the baseline.

Of course, this can also be said that the tacit understanding has reached its peak, preventing the two from colliding together.

Unexpectedly, Yang Feng also took off.

Or take off.

His jumper is wearing Zamorano's star card.

Zamorano is nicknamed "Ivan the Terrible" and..."The Stadium Helicopter".

Yang Feng was the first to serve, and the take-off height seemed to be slightly higher than Kompany's.

He shook his head very sharply, and the football flew directly from Kompany's eyes and flew straight to the upper right corner of the goal.

Joe Hart was so concentrated that he flicked the ball out with one hand in a very thrilling manner.

"Oh…"

Before the sigh of regret fell, Navas suddenly appeared in front of the football.

"Eh..." George Hart was speechless.

What made him even more annoyed was that Navas didn't kick the empty door, but knocked back to the door.

Sabatale rushed forward to make a clearance, and Hart immediately jumped up and down.

But they are not as fast as Yang Feng.

Yang Feng hit the ground, started, overtook, and kicked blindly.

The football went over Hart's palm and once again scraped the crossbar into the goal.

This time, it is not only the Argentine version, but various versions from various countries sounded from the hearts of the onlookers.

Yang Feng pointed to Navas.

Young man, it's ok, the road is wide.

Navas took a lick and was very happy. He came up and gave Yang Feng a high five, and said in Yang Feng's ear, "Yang, don't worry, the boss said, I will cooperate with you."

"Oh?" This kid really belonged to Pellegrini.

It's a bit like a group of four and eight.

Cross trotted up and said in disbelief, "You know how to head the ball?"

Before Yang Feng answered, Navas said in surprise: "Did you not watch the East Asian Cup?"

"East Asian Cup? What is that?" Cross said before he remembered, "The one that Yang went to the national team to participate in a while ago?"

"Yes, you should go and have a look. Yang scored two headers, it's just...", Navas couldn't think of any adjectives after thinking about it, so he could only stick out his thumbs and compare, "This."

Cross nodded and gestured to Yang Feng with his eyes.

He is so good at licking, what should I do if I am so stressed?
Joe Hart on the other side was really a little scared.

You don't really want to be a substitute, do you?

The game started again, the Hart team tried their best, Yang Feng's side began to be a little bit unstoppable, and the opponent scored goals one after another.

Kompany and Sabatale started to move and finally stopped Yang Feng, but then they had to face Yang Feng's free kick.

Before the end of the first half, Yang Feng kicked Hart into the abyss with an exaggerated C-shaped free kick.

Hart's eyes were about to split, but he was helpless.

Yang Feng raised the corner of his mouth and smiled easily.

I just like the way you can't understand me and have nothing to do with me.

(End of this chapter)