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Chapter 281 The Essence of Human Goals
There was a funny scene on the sidelines.

Every time Yang Feng pretended to shoot, Pellegrini immediately made a move to cheer.

As a result, Yang Feng was lying every time, and Pellegrini, like the Paris Saint-Germain players, was tricked again and again.

Fortunately, this time it is finally true.

Yang Feng pulled the ball with his right foot and flicked it to the left. The football went directly from behind his left foot to the left side of his body, and then easily pushed and shot the empty goal.

When a player is a bit artistic and has enough technical ability to support him, he can often create some eye-catching moments on the court.

This theory can also be extended to other fields, such as the world's three top aesthetics: the boss of Coconut Tree Korean Coal Coal...

"Yang Feng scored the ball into the empty goal after passing five opponents in a row! Is his way of dribbling familiar? Yes, that is Ibrahimovic's classic. Yang Feng is still in Schalke 04. He had already scored a similar goal at that time, and today Yang Feng copied it again in front of Ibrahimovic! You know, even Ibrahimovic himself has no way to make consecutive breakthroughs in this way, and Yang Feng not only It was a fake shot that came true. When he broke through David Luiz, he also used a very imaginative rainbow dribbler. It can be said that he made another breakthrough on the basis of Ibrahimovic..."

The camera naturally aimed at Ibrahimovic.

Da Feng first put his hands on his hips, his face was full of tears and smiles, no one knew what mood he was in right now.

Yang Feng came to the sidelines slowly, and as soon as he raised his hands, Akun and Ding Ding rushed over excitedly, holding him and screaming non-stop.

"The 17th goal in the Champions League, the 86th goal of the season! Messi's 2012 goals in the season created in 73 were once considered a miracle that would never be possible, but Yang Feng not only broke this record, but also raised it to a jaw-dropping level. There is still more than a month before the end of the season, and we cannot imagine what an outrageous number of goals Yang Feng will score when the season ends!"

"If this continues, Messi's annual record of 91 goals will also be broken this year, and the new record is likely to become an unprecedented three-digit number..."

Several victims of Paris Saint-Germain looked at me and I looked at you, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Coach Blanco frowned, deep enough to kill a group of flies, but he couldn't find any way to deal with it other than frowning.

Yang Feng is now a common problem faced by almost all teams aspiring to the Champions League, but the conclusions drawn by everyone are surprisingly consistent: there is no solution.

We can only think of ways to attack.

Attacking against attacking, the number of goals scored by each other.

As a result, as soon as the ball was served, they found that the opponent was attacking more crazily than they were.

"Play continues, Paris Saint-Germain serve.

Ibrahimovic passed to Cavani, Cavani passed back to Matuidi, Matuidi tried unsuccessfully to get past Kroos, Kroos passed the ball forward... what happened? "

The audience watching the live broadcast was taken aback by the narrator, and only the fans at the scene from God's perspective knew what happened best.

Just after serving, most of Manchester City's players rushed towards Paris Saint-Germain's half like crazy.

Yang Feng, Akun, Ding Ding, Xiwa, Kanter, and Van Dijk all rushed towards the goal of Paris Saint-Germain like they were dying, leaving only Kompany and the two full-backs guarding the home.

Looking down from the stands, the scene was exactly like a race. When the starting gun was fired, several people started sprinting without hesitation.

"Manchester City played a bit aggressively in this wave. They are now the leading side. There is no need to be so risky...The ball was passed to Yang Feng again! Yang Feng dribbled the ball at high speed, passed Rabiot, and passed David diagonally .Silva, Thiago Silva comes up, it's a Silva fight! Oops, David Silva didn't fight, gave the ball to De Bruyne..."

"Too fast! Football has come to Paris Saint-Germain's penalty area! Manchester City gave everyone a surprise. They are the leading side, but not only are they not playing conservatively, they are extremely aggressive! Paris Saint-Germain is in chaos..."

De Bruyne found Kanter with a long pass, Kanter concealed the ball, and the football quickly came to Van Dijk's feet.

Van Dijk glanced at the penalty area, and flicked the football with his right foot.

Yang Feng, Aguero and De Bruyne have come to the penalty area.

Yang Feng is in the middle, Akun and Ding Ding are on the left and right.

Van Dyke aimed the ball at Yang Feng's position.

Yang Feng leaned against Louis, with his back to the Paris goal.

Generally speaking, this kind of ball can only be stopped by the chest, and then divided to two teammates or passed back out of the penalty area to reorganize. People are not novel operations.

Louis stabilized his center of gravity, put on airs, and even crossed his hands in front of him, ready to meet Yang Feng's various messy moves.

Who knew that he had already set his posture, but Yang Feng rushed forward two steps, which made him feel empty physically and mentally, but he still hurriedly followed.

Yang Feng stopped the ball with his chest, but after the football fell, he bumped it up with his thighs, and walked towards the outside of the penalty area while bouncing back.

Before Louis had time to stick it up, Yang Feng suddenly turned around and volleyed after bouncing the ball again.

"Fuck!!"

"That's it?"

"This can be played?!"

This is a swift and somewhat awkward volley. The problem is that Yang Feng was completely facing the goal at the last moment. The ball was shot almost before the turn was completed. No matter how you look at it, it should be to the side. It was right to fly out, but the football flew to the upper left corner of the goal.

Sirigu's feet seemed to be spring-loaded, and he immediately rushed towards the direction the football was coming from.

The judgment was correct, the reaction was timely, and the right hand accurately blocked the ball.

But it only made the goal half a second late...

Although the football was deflected, it was unabated. It hit the junction of the post and the crossbar and bounced into the goal.

"GOAL!!! In the 35th minute of the game, Yang Feng volleyed the goal and the score became 0-2!"

"It's crazy! No one thought that Manchester City would dispatch eight players in the lead and disrupt Paris Saint-Germain's defense all at once! As long as the ball is intercepted in the whole process, they will face Paris Saint-Germain The wind is almost like a counterattack like no one's land! But from Kroos to Yang Feng, to David Silva, to De Bruyne, to Kanter, to Van Dijk, and back to Yang Feng, Manchester City Almost zero mistakes, Pellegrini's adventure has paid off handsomely!"

"This...should be included in the fairy ball, right?"

"The chest stopped the ball, the thigh bounced the ball, turned around and shot, I don't know if it's a fairy ball, anyway, I know normal people can't hit it."

"This ball still belongs to the human category, but the essence of human scoring is concentrated on this guy."

"Where's Ibrahimovic? Come out and take two steps?"

"One thing to say, Ibrahimovic should be able to hit this kind of ball."

"Yes, yes, but the defenders don't cooperate."

Pellegrini was so excited that he squatted on the ground, reaching out and patting the turf fiercely.

Yang Feng rushed to the sidelines, jumped on the billboard, and accepted the cheers of his own fans with a "too" shape.

The Paris Saint-Germain players looked at the ashen-faced Louis sympathetically, and moved away from him calmly.

Although there were a lot of victims in the first goal, the others were all missed by Yang Feng with a simple false shot, but only Louis was shot by the humiliating Rainbow.

This time it was even worse, Yang Feng scored the ball directly in front of him, who would believe that the two had no enmity?

David Louis was also confused and angry for a while, and at the same time he was puzzled, when did he offend this plague god?
In fact, this is completely an overinterpretation.

Yang Feng had a fart feud with him, and it just happened to be a meeting, and he would still do it with another person, so it can only be said that Louis is more unlucky.

Of course, David Louis didn't think so. After the game started again, he immediately entangled Yang Feng.

Thiago Silva heaved a sigh of relief for some reason, and happily handed over the task of defending Yang Feng.

Everyone praised David Lewis for his bravery, and then mourned for him one after another.

No. 40 minutes, De Bruyne passed the ball with his heel, Yang Feng caught the ball sideways and took advantage of the trend, piercing David Luiz's crotch quite naturally;
No.40 In the second minute, Silva made a successful steal and went straight to Yang Feng. Yang Feng stepped on a five-legged bicycle continuously and knocked David Luiz to the ground;
No. In the 404th minute, Kroos made a long pass from the backcourt, and Yang Feng passed the ball with his back, leaving David Luiz behind again...

The French commentator couldn't stand it anymore, "Poor David Louis, he has become the most embarrassing person on the field, Yang has at least a hundred ways to pass him... Ouch! This foul may be a card, But I think we should be able to understand David Luiz..."

David Louis pulled Yang Feng down to the ground behind his back, and kept cursing, obviously breaking his defense.

The referee was right next to him and without hesitation took out a yellow card.

Yang Feng smiled nonchalantly, stood up and patted his butt, put the ball at the foul spot, and then stepped back a dozen steps, leaving an exaggerated run-up distance.

Several Paris players who were about to line up the wall suddenly hesitated.

If you don't block it, you're sorry for the team; if you block it, you're sorry for yourself.

It's really big.

"Manchester City got a free kick in an excellent position, Paris Saint-Germain is dangerous again!"

Looking at Yang Feng's run-up distance, not to mention the embarrassment of the Paris players, even the Manchester City players didn't want to enter the penalty area.

You let me and I let you. After dawdling for a long time, no one dared to come to the door.

Although everyone knows that standing near the goal has a great chance of making up shots, but they are also afraid of being accidentally injured, okay?

Yang Feng's free kick is now equipped with Juninho's star card. Carlos' approach pose is actually disgusting on purpose, but he is now trying to integrate free kicks from two people, so the free kick he hit The strength may not be much smaller than that of Carlos, and this group of people is not entirely unfounded.

In the end, it was Aguero who was the bravest, ambushing on the right side of the goal, and at the same time signaled Yang Feng with crazy eyes: "You fucking hit it right, shoot me to the left, Hun Dan."

Yang Feng didn't know if he really understood the meaning in his eyes. After the whistle sounded, he kicked the ball in his direction.

Yang Feng actually kicked this ball...

I want to pursue strength and speed, but I don't want to give up the angle, and I don't want to rely on great strength to achieve a miracle, but relying purely on technology, it's not so easy.

The football didn't even fly, it flew off the turf.

Paris Saint-Germain's human wall has already jumped up bravely. The ball accidentally drilled under the human wall and rushed to the right side of the goal.

Looking at the trajectory, nine out of ten are going to rub the post to get out of the bottom line, but there is an Aguero hidden there.

Aguero subconsciously wanted to jump up to hide the ball, but when he was about to jump, he remembered that he was a forward. It was embarrassing to do so, so he retracted his strength and quickly nailed it in place, firmly blocking Rabiot. At the same time, the inner side of the right foot blocked it obliquely.

With a "bang", the football hit Aguero's feet and rushed into the goal diagonally.

Aguero's right foot was kicked high, and he grinned in pain, but a moment later he limped and trot to the sidelines to celebrate.

"Yang Feng hit the goal directly! Beautiful assist! Aguero is in pain and happy..."

"GOAL!!! At the last moment of the first half, Yang's data book added another assist, Manchester City scored three valuable away goals, and Paris Saint-Germain was severely humiliated at home."

"Some fans have already left the stadium in dissatisfaction. For the Paris Saint-Germain players, this is almost a loud slap in the face. They have to come up with effective countermeasures, otherwise they will not win in the Champions League this year. It may stop at the quarterfinals again.”

After City scored the third goal, the first half ended quickly, and the two sides entered the dressing room with very different moods.

At the beginning of the second half, Thiago Silva was switched back to defend Yang Feng, but David Luiz was still staring at him from the sidelines.

Yang Feng's style of play is still coquettish and rough, better than Neymar, and finally managed to piss off the two Brazilians.

In the second minute of the game, after passing the ball from Thiago Silva and David Luiz in succession, David Luiz finally broke out again and shoveled Yang Feng to the ground from behind.

Thiago Silva begged the referee for mercy, but the referee was determined to draw a second yellow card and send David Luiz off the field.

Paris Saint-Germain made things worse, but the good news is that Yang Feng also suffered some minor injuries. To be on the safe side, Pellegrini replaced him with Dzeko.

After Yang Feng left the field, Manchester City seemed to be unable to score goals suddenly. Both sides failed in the following time. The game ended 0-3. Relying on Yang Feng's two shots and one pass, Manchester City led Paris Saint-Germain by a large margin , half a foot into the Champions League semi-finals.

　Come to a seven-time champion defense line

　　
　
(End of this chapter)