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Chapter 215 Invincible within 20 meters
Riquelme, after Maradona, before Messi, the most famous leader in Argentina.

Ball feel: SS;

Dribbling: SS;

Vision: SS;

Short pass: SS;

Free kick: SS;

Long pass: SS
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Six double S, and then various A and B, basically the type that protects the ball on the spot with 9 and advances with 1. The sense of fragmentation is quite serious, but for Yang Feng who can DIY, Six SS is enough for him to come up with a lot of combinations.

There are 10 minutes left in the first half, but everyone's attention is no longer on the game.

No matter which league you are in, if 35 goals is a big hurdle, then [-] goals is a natural moat.

Counting the history of the five major leagues for nearly a hundred years, you can count the two hands that can cross this natural moat, but even in the same era, Yang Feng is not alone, because he is not the only one who cheated, Messi, Ronaldo , Lewandowski, and Su Ya, all of them are data savages. Before these people, if you say that someone scored 50 goals in a season, 9 goals in 5 minutes, etc., nine out of ten people will complain about novels I have seen too much.

If the highest state of perversion is "even I, a pervert, thinks you are perverted", then the highest state of cheating is that even a pervert like Yang Feng thinks they are a pervert.

Of course, the craziest time for Messi's data has passed. The record of [-] goals in a single season and [-] goals in a year is not only unprecedented, but even he himself has never been able to achieve it again. It will be Ronaldo's explosive period, and then only after that. It's a pity that Lewandowski and Su Ya are advancing by leaps and bounds. Unfortunately, whether it is Ronaldo, Lewandowski or Suarez, they are all destined to be someone's foil.

There are still eight rounds in the league. If Yang Feng is fully fired, he can score more than a dozen goals. Strictly speaking, every time he scores a goal, he will set a new record, but the system's authentication method is not like this , but calculated according to the season, Yang Feng's idea is to stop in the early 40s, and it is best to make the top few in the scoring record his own.

As we all know, those who can get high scores are called Xueba, and those who can control the scores are worthy of being called Xueshen...

In the fancy blows of the commentators from various countries, the last 10 minutes of the first half of the game ended, and the two sides entered the locker room with a score of 0-2.

Pellegrini affirmed the performance of the disciples, but naturally he did not forget to tell everyone not to float on the opposite side, but the Red Devils and the like.

I don't know how many people listened to it, but Yang Feng didn't anyway.

The system is turned on, Neymar is placed on the ball, Riquelme is placed on the dribble-of course the most coquettish combination should be the other way around, but he has already absorbed a lot of hatred in this game, and then he uses the horse's dribbling Take the initiative to get on the stretcher a little bit.

Ball sense: Neymar (SS);
Strong: Balotelli (S);
Agility: Robinho (SS);
Speed: Walcott (S);
Dribbling: Riquelme (SS).

In terms of comprehensive breakthrough ability, I am afraid that only Messi can dominate in active service, but for patients with obsessive-compulsive disorder, looking at those two S's is an eyesore.

"Instead of Barack's strength and Caniggia's speed?"

He was still distracted, Pellegrini had finished his speech, and his teammates came forward to congratulate him.

Akun even walked over with a bottle of champagne.

Yang Feng couldn't dodge in time, so he was put on a face...

In the locker room of the home team on the other side, Rooney threw the towel on the floor after wiping off his sweat, and sat in his seat sulking.

The others didn't say a word, and the atmosphere in the locker room was as solid as cement. Some people on the edge of the team even breathed carefully, as if exhaling a little heavier air would explode.

Everyone waited for a long time before Moyes pushed the door and entered, but he did not close the door casually, instead he stopped the assistant coach who was about to close the door, and then walked to the middle of the locker room, pointed out the door, and said: "Did you hear that? ?They're celebrating! And I can tell you, they're popping champagne!"

Hearing what he said, the generals of Manchester United seemed to have really heard the cheers of the Manchester City people and smelled the smell of champagne, and their unattractive faces instantly turned livid.

"There's no going back, guys, the opponent just overtook us, and in the future when people talk about the Premier League scoring record, they will say he did it over Manchester United... that was a disaster..."

There are very few people in this Manchester United team that really have the blood of the Red Devils. It is obviously unrealistic to expect Valencia and Rooney to raise their arms like that. Fortunately, there is Ferdinand, but Yang Feng's two goals in the first half were to kill him. He came in later, he was somewhat guilty, but at this time he could only stand up, "The time to fight has come..."

"The battle is on!" Within 2 minutes of the start of the second half, Lineker seemed to have seen the shadow of the peak Manchester United, and couldn't help shouting, "Manchester United players are very motivated... The ball was broken, and it was another Kante? Manchester City's counterattack..."

The home fans who had just been excited shrank immediately, but seeing the Manchester United players crazily pressing forward, hope surged in their hearts.

Kanter originally wanted to take two steps forward, but just after he succeeded in stealing the ball, Welbeck, who was intercepted by the ball, immediately caught up and counter-robbed, and Cleverly and Rooney also rushed to surround him immediately, scaring him immediately Not light.

Although Kanter was not flustered, he calmly protected the ball and turned around, passing it back to Zabaleta.

Zabaleta immediately faced Mata's pressing and could only cross Kompany.

Rooney turned and rushed towards the goal. Kompany kicked a big foot, and the football flew directly to the midfield.

Silva stopped the ball with his back, knocked his heel, and the football rolled towards Yang Feng.

Carrick and Evra did not wait for him to stop, approaching one after the other.

Evra, who had a yellow card, didn't dare to go too far, but Carrick was as cruel as he could be. Judging by the momentum of the sliding shovel, it was completely aimed at Yang Feng's supporting legs.

Yang Feng didn't seem to notice at all, and looked up at the goal.

"Be careful behind you!"

"Hide!"

"Flash!"

Carrick's foot pressed down, and the studs that went toward the calf turned toward the ankle.

Evra pouted secretly.

A tackle with such a long forward swing wants to tackle this monstrosity, unless it is hell.

Sure enough, at the moment when Carrick was about to kick, Yang Feng suddenly stepped on the ball and pulled it.

Pellegrini, who was sitting on the seat twisting the bottle cap, paused when he saw Yang Feng's somewhat familiar ball-pulling action, and suddenly shook his head again, "Thinking too much..."

His glorious period was not in Real Madrid, but in the yellow submarine, and the reason why the yellow submarine was able to flourish was because Riquelme presided over the overall situation and led everything in the midfield.

Pulling the ball to dodge, standing in place is Riquelme's stunt. It is not that Yang Feng has never used it before, but this time it is as silky and silky as Dove in his mouth, so that not only Pellet Greene, even several assistant coaches have seen the clues.

At first I thought it was an illusion, but when Yang Feng pulled the ball past Carrick and then flicked past Evra, the feeling of familiarity could no longer be concealed.

Pellegrini stood up, walked to the sidelines, and watched Yang Feng's every move closely.

Of course, Yang Feng would not move forward like a tiger for a while, but only 1.5 meters forward, and after evading the steals of two Manchester United players, he was ready to take off with the ball.

The referee arrived in a hurry, and the whistle was about to blow, but he didn't expect a flash in front of him in the next second, which made him take a step back in fright.

Then there seemed to be something flashing under his feet, and it went directly between his feet.

The referee was in a daze, and turned his head quickly, just in time to see Yang Feng's back going away.

"...Yang Feng had three people in a row, including the referee..."

"Yang Feng pierced the crotch of the referee and drove the ball straight into the Manchester United penalty area! Ferdinand! Ouch! This action is very dangerous!"

Ferdinand stretched his foot horizontally at the moment Yang Feng passed by, and stumbled heavily.

Yang Feng fell in the penalty area...

"Beep!"

The referee finally had the opportunity to blow the whistle in his mouth, but his finger did not point to the penalty spot, but just gave a free kick.

Yang Feng stretched out Aguero's hand, stood up vigorously, and then stood in front of the referee, looking at him without speaking.

The referee felt terrified, and explained weakly: "The place of the foul was outside the penalty area..."

He was really afraid that this guy would play him again.

Yang Feng still prefers his rebellious appearance just now, but he is too embarrassed to ask others to recover in this situation, so he can only look at Aguero and ask, "Is what he said true?"

Akun probably saw such a humble referee for the first time, he suppressed a smile and said, "Maybe."

In fact, the place where the foul was committed was indeed outside the penalty area, but the referee was muttering in his heart after the two acted like this. Somehow, he felt a sense of guilt, and almost replaced the yellow card he wanted to give Ferdinand with a red card...

"Ferdinand also got a yellow card. Manchester United must be careful. They are already behind. If another player is sent off, it will be an experienced defender like Evra and Ferdinand. It will be a fatal blow to them..."

Yang Feng's free kick hit the wall.

Manchester United's counterattack.

Welbeck dribbled the ball from the side, passed Clichy and then made a cross near the bottom line.

Rooney followed up in the middle, and wanted to dive and head the ball, but Hei Bei's pass was a bit too good, and he even drew an arc and turned behind Xiaopang.

Xiaopang had a flash of inspiration, turned around quickly, jumped up vigorously, stretched his fat legs...

Kompany's scalp went numb, and he quickly jumped up, but there was no time.

"Welbeck cross! Rooney barb shot!!!"

Rooney's body was thrown into the air, and the front of his right foot hit the football.

feels good!

With a "bang", Rooney fell heavily on the lawn, but he didn't seem to have pain nerves, and immediately turned over to look at the goal, but just in time to see Oblak rushing out with the football in his arms.

"Oblak! A world-class save! Rooney almost copied his masterpiece! What a pity, it was just that close! Oblak destroyed a work of art!"

Rooney patted the turf next to him unhappily. Oblak had already run past him with the ball in his arms, and swung it hard before he was about to rush out of the penalty area.

The football is thrown to the left.

Yaya Toure headed the ball to Kroos.

Kroos raised his right foot, flicked the ball down, and then made a long pass before the opponent intercepted it.

Originally, he wanted to pass the ball to Silva on the left, but the moment he passed the ball, he saw Yang Feng running out of the penalty area, so he quickly lobbed the ball over.

It was a long pass with a distance of 30 meters. Yang Feng had just stepped onto the penalty area line, and his back was still facing the goal, but Manchester United's defense was already on the verge of a formidable enemy.

It was too late to make an offside, so I had to try not to turn around for him.

"Attention Aguero!"

Ferdinand reminded, and ran to Yang Feng first.

Yang Feng originally wanted to use his feet to unload the ball, but Cross passed the ball a bit high, so he had to stop the ball with his chest.

The football was lifted up by him.

De Gea didn't know why, but suddenly Fu Zhi shouted: "Be careful when he shoots!"

shoot?What to shoot?Oh, shot? !

"Yang Feng shoots?" He Shi slapped violently, "Yang Feng hits the goal! Fuchsia!"

The football fell, and Yang Feng jumped high. He opened his hands in mid-air, stretched his right foot and slapped the middle and upper part of the football hard.

Not to mention the defender, even De Gea, who made an accurate prediction, failed to react.

"Bang!" The football hit the grass in front of the goal and then bounced up, crossing the goal line.

"GOAL!!! Yang, upside down golden hook, hat trick!"

"Go in! Go in! Go in! Yang Feng received a long pass from Kroos from the midfield, stopped the ball in the chest and scored with a barb! What Rooney didn't do, Yang Feng helped him! One was on the penalty area line Barb shot from the top!"

Yang Feng fell to the ground, just like Rooney. His back was in pain, but he pretended to be nonchalant. The moment he was sure the goal had been scored, he immediately jumped up and rushed to the sidelines.

Instead of jumping on the billboard this time, I glided on my knees.

Aguero and Silva also gliding from the left and right, and then the three embraced tightly.

Cross rushed up from behind, but the three of them just got up, and he almost ran into Yang Feng's game.

Yang Feng turned around, and his posture became even more filthy. Fortunately, Cross is also a little clever ghost. In order to avoid embarrassment, he knelt on one knee and pulled Yang Feng's right foot on his knee. Pretending to wipe it up.

Yang Feng waited for him to play enough before pulling him up and hugging him, "Beautiful pass!"

Kroos laughed: "I didn't think that this kind of pass could be turned into an assist."

How happy one side is, how depressed the other side is.

Manchester United was completely out of temper.

The game continued, and Yang Feng began to actively create opportunities for Aguero.

Riquelme's set is indeed the most practical in a small area.

Invincible within 20 meters.

With a strong body and silky dribbling, coupled with Cassano's S-level vision, Isco's A-level short pass, and Quaresma's A-level long pass, Yang Feng kicked the midfielder decently, Let Pellegrini seem to have returned to the years when he coached Villarreal.

Two minutes into the game, Yang Feng got rid of the spot and went straight into the penalty area. Aguero's clever shot was confiscated by De Gea.

No. In the 606th minute, Yang Feng moved around under the double-team of three Manchester United defenders, and then suddenly made a cross from the outside.

Aguero didn't waste any more chances this time, and easily scored with a shot to make the score 0-4.

No. 70 minutes, Yang Feng was replaced by Negredo, there were differences among the Manchester United fans, some were silent, some booed each other, and some gave applause...

(End of this chapter)