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Chapter 178
"Yaya Toure made a successful steal and passed it to Silva, Silva passed it straight to Aguero, Aguero knocked back to Yang Feng, Yang Feng... Yang Feng shot! Go in!!!! A weird kick The world wave!" He Shi almost jumped up, "Peach Blossom Shadow Flying Excalibur, a sword of light cold Kyushu! Yang Feng scored his first goal in the Premier League, and it was also the fifth goal of a Chinese player in the Premier League. A goal! And the first player to score in the Premier League was Yang Feng's Manchester City and national team predecessor Sun Jihai! Interestingly, Sun Jihai's last goal in the Premier League happened to be on August 2003, 8 Day, exactly ten years from today! Ten years have passed, and Chinese people have finally appeared in the most intense league in the world..."

"GOALLLL!!! Yang started his Premier League journey with a magical arc! This is Manchester City's 51st consecutive home goal in the league. This goal... I seem to have seen this goal somewhere?" Rein Kerr brainstormed, "Remember, in the game between Newcastle and Chelsea a year ago, Newcastle striker Cisse scored such a goal, a goal that may only appear once in a hundred times, although the angle There is a difference, Yang's is farther away and the arc is more exaggerated, but the way the two score goals is indeed the same."

"Shameless! To plagiarize in front of the original author! To pirate! Is this a lack of law or a loss of morality? Is it a loss of conscience or a distortion of human nature?"

"Radison Jeter, welcome to "Yang Feng's Imitation Show. Premier League", the victim who appears in front of us now is Papis Demba Cisse, he is not the first, let alone the last , but it is definitely the most depressing one, because Yang Feng copied the most proud goal of his life in front of him..."

"How can I have no culture, and I will go all over the world with one word."

"Cisse: Pay the copyright fee, crab."

Yang Feng ran to the sidelines with open arms, and punched the air hard. Who knew that there was a showman sitting on the stand facing him, and he screamed directly, and then fell backwards while covering his face. Go down and grab the show successfully.

The Premier League stadium is the closest to the stands in almost all leagues. The audience has an excellent watching experience and a strong sense of participation.

Of course, it hurts the most when being hit by a ball...

"Hahahaha, I know how to play, it's so fun, I must go to Yang Feng's live game once in my life."

"Could this be the legendary bullfighting in the air?"

"Can you handle this punch with 20 years of skill?"

Yang Feng, who was still pretending to be cool with a cold face, broke his defense in an instant, walked up with a smile, and gave the kid a hard high-five, "Good cooperation, buddy."

"You are doing well, Yang..."

The nearby fans immediately started, touching here and poking there, Yang Feng hurriedly volleyed and retreated, but was soon surrounded by teammates who came from behind, and they also patted their heads and patted their backs.

Yang Feng specifically high-fived Aguero and Silva, "Let me say something that might not be polite to my former teammates: this is the most comfortable ten minutes since I played professional football."

Aguero smiled: "That's why you joined City, isn't it?"

"No," Yang Feng said, "This is why Manchester City must get me."

"Don't be like this, I just kind of liked you..."

Silva didn't participate in the lifting of the two, and seemed to be thinking about the goal, with a curious look on his face, "Did you catch that ball or... no, you must have."

"You don't care how it came, anyway, the reality is that I typed it out."

"Okay, you are justified in scoring goals."

"It's just the beginning, man, I feel it, we're going to make a carnage."

How strong is Manchester City's firepower this season in history?Although they only led Liverpool by two points to win the championship, they scored a full 102 goals, ranking second in the history of the Premier League, and created six tragedies of more than 5-0. The current game against Newcastle has poured 4 A ball-this is without the participation of Yang Feng and Cross.

Of course, this season's Manchester City was miserable in the Champions League. They didn't even make it to the 1/8 finals before going home in despair.

Cisse had a constipated expression on his face.

Yang Feng's goal is more enjoyable and difficult than his, but it is indeed similar to his goal.

That goal was the pinnacle of his life. It would be impossible not to try a few more times after the game, but no matter how hard he tried, he never made such an arc shot again, but who knew that he had completely given up. When it was time, Yang Feng copied it alive in front of him.

Heck, not only imitated, but surpassed.

It's too late.

The game starts again.

The hard power is not as good as in an away game. If it is a two-round knockout round, the only thing Newcastle can do now is to stick to 10-0-0 and wait for the next round to find a chance to comeback. What is used is the point system, and the results of 0-1 and 0-10 are similar, so they are naturally reluctant to go up.

This one just went wrong.

After a simple long pass, it passed Yaya Tourena, but the ball was cleared cleanly by Lescott as soon as it entered the penalty area.

Kroos looked in all directions, non-stop the ball and directly volleyed a long pass to the right rib of the penalty area.

Navas feels the same as Yang Feng now. It’s really comfortable to play with this kind of midfielder. He has thought of everything you can think of, and he has thought of it for you even if you didn’t think of it. Just take care of yourself Running position, make sure you can see the football flying in the most comfortable position at the most suitable time.

"Newcastle returned without success again, Kroos kicked a long pass, ouch, it's too accurate, this is simply a card dealer..."

Strictly speaking, Kroos has not yet reached his peak. After all, he has not been baptized in the World Cup and experienced in Real Madrid, but his innate talent allows him to play a role in any level of duel.

Navas once again unloaded the ball easily, and then suddenly made a horizontal call to flash out of the angle.

Yang Feng stood at the front of the small penalty area, with his back to the goal, stuck in his position and reached out for the ball.

Navas quickly made a low pass, and Yang Feng lightly picked the lower part of the football with his toes, and lifted the football to the height of his waist.

Coloccini, who was blocked by Yang Feng, thought he was going to pick the ball over his head, and quickly took a step back, but he didn't expect that the football picked up by Yang Feng did not go straight up and down, but fell towards his body right.

Yang Feng swung his right foot sideways, and his heel tapped lightly on the middle and lower part of the football.

The football draws a parabola and falls to the left of the goal.

David Silva didn't know when he had inserted into the penalty area, diving towards the top of the football.

Kroll couldn't make a save and could only watch the football hit the net.

2-0.
"GOALLLL! Young's beautiful back-heel pass, David Silva's header, this is his first header in the Premier League! Young is so comfortable, this pass reminds me Berbatov, how much does he like the Bulgarian?"

"Kroos made a long pass, Navas flashed the angle, passed it to Yang Feng, Yang Feng picked the ball, then picked... the scorpion tail! David Silva...beautiful! Yang Feng scorpion tail assists Silva Scoring goals, the first half of the game is not yet halfway, Yang Feng shoots and passes, one is more beautiful than the other!"

Silva stood up from the ground with his hands together, pointed at Yang Feng with a smile, and called him to celebrate together.

Yang Feng followed him to the sidelines, Silva turned around, raised his hands and patted him, and said with a smile: "Have our roles been confused? Compared with scoring goals, I hope I can be like you Assist just like that."

"...Do you believe me when I said that I actually wanted to shoot just now?"

"Then your shot is too outrageous," Silva froze for a moment, "It's crooked and soft."

"But handsome."

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The Magpies had to face up to the gap between the two sides. After the game started again, the defense line was greatly compressed, leaving only one Cisse in the frontcourt.

In the No. 30 minute of the game, Newcastle made a real threat.

Navas dribbled the ball from the side and was cut off by Sissoko, who immediately made a long pass from the side.

Gutierrez didn't stop the ball and went straight into the penalty area.

Cisse, who was unmarked, came in like lightning and frightened the home fans to jump with a volley, but Oblak blocked the ball with a single palm under almost impossible circumstances.

Cisse opened his mouth wide in disbelief, revealing a mouthful of dazzlingly bright white teeth.

Lineker couldn't help but exclaimed, "Oh! What did I see? Manchester City's new goalkeeper saved a must-have goal! Solved the case, friends, and now we finally know why Hart is sitting on the bench Well, the answer is simple, because Pellegrini has better options."

Kompany kicked the ball away and turned to look at Oblak.

Just as Oblak was about to get up, a hand stretched out in front of him.

He glanced up, grabbed Kompany's right hand and let him pull him up.

"Good job, you are better than I thought."

"Thank you," Oblak said, "You are also a little stronger than I thought."

After speaking, both of them smiled, completely unaware that Joe Hart on the bench was clutching his chest in pain.

I got stabbed, it hurts...

This attack was just an accident. The game was completely under the control of Manchester City, and Newcastle could not make any waves at all.

This kind of situation where you don't have to worry about the safety of your hometown and just attack with all your strength is too rare in Yang Feng's experience. He is more used to the back defense making troubles at every turn. The kind that people chased back.

The first half entered the final stage, and the coaches of both sides were already cooking chicken soup for the halftime break. Unexpectedly, there was another storm on the court.

Kroos passed the ball into the penalty area, and Yang Feng hit the crossbar with a header.

Aguero made up the shot, but it also hit the iron.

"Kroos crossed the header and Yang Feng headed the goal! Unfortunately, it hit the crossbar... Aguero! Supplementary shot! Goal post? The crossbar and goal post of the Etihad Stadium rejected Yang Feng and Aguero Queiro's shot, Gufran's clearance, was blocked by Yang Feng..."

Gufran's clearance football hit Yang Feng's calf, bounced high, and fell to the left side of the penalty area. David Silva appeared in front of the football and stopped the ball under his feet.

He looked up at the restricted area. Yang Feng and Aguero were surrounded by heavy siege. On the contrary, there was no one around Cross, who was coming in from the middle.

Silva quickly kicked a diagonal plug and sent the ball to the top of the arc in the penalty area.

Kroos hit it immediately, stepped on the support with his left foot, pulled his right foot back, and touched the ball inside.

Ah Kuan's unique skill, sweet putting.

They are all experienced and well-informed professional players. They have seen explosive shots, lob shots, and even headers from outside the penalty area, but I have never seen anyone push and shoot from outside the penalty area.

Shooting long shots in this way is simply an insult to the goalkeeper.

But this seemingly powerless ground ball really crossed all the way, and got into the dead corner of the goal precisely.

"Silva passed the ball, Kroos hit the goal directly!" He Shi's speech speed suddenly accelerated, "It's in! Kroos' iconic push shot from the inside of his right foot! He let him do what he wants, and cut me to the ground!"

"Young, Crossbar, Aguero, Post, Silva, Pass, Kroos, Shot? GOLA!! Kroos's artistic push, Manchester City went full fire and slaughtered the opponent 3-0 in the first half !"

(End of this chapter)