Soccer: The Road to Extraordinary

Chapter 284

"If this continues, I'm afraid we will be beaten by the Iranian team. That would be dangerous. What should we do? Brother Feng."

"What should I do? It's hate!" Yan Feng replied without thinking.Although the Iranian team is indeed strong, it is not strong enough to make him raise his hand and surrender.

"hate?"

"That's right, it's just hate!"

"Okay. Hit them hard. But, can our ball king do it?"

"Besides trusting him, is there anyone else you can trust?"

"Uh~ It seems, it seems, maybe, maybe, I really can only trust him."

"Okay. Don't think too much. Play a wave of threatening offense to relieve our defense." Yan Feng patted Lin Fan on the shoulder and said.

"En!" Lin Fan nodded in response.Then I started to move the position forward a little bit.

For the goal kick of the Chinese team, goalkeeper Zeng Cheng chose to open his feet.The ball landed just in Lin Fan's area.Seeing this, Lin Fan quickly got into position, ready to fight for the top.

The opponent Lin Fan encountered was the 34-year-old Temurian, the captain of the Iranian team.Although Temulian was inferior to Lin Fan in height and far inferior in jumping, but Lin Fan's unfinished body suffered a great loss in strength.

The loss of physical strength finally caused Lin Fan to fail in the fight, and was pushed up by Temulian, who was a few centimeters shorter but stronger.

After losing the fight, Lin Fan, who was behind and struggled to control his body, had a look of unhappiness on his face.Lin Fan felt very annoyed, but the difference in strength made it impossible for him to bear it.

Yan Feng was some distance away from Lin Fan, and he couldn't help frowning when he saw Lin Fan suffered a big loss in the fight.However, Temurion's head of the ball flying into his front area made him not want to think too much.

Yan Feng pushed his legs and rushed towards the ball's landing point.At the same time, there was No. 6 Said Esatolahi of the Iranian team rushing towards the landing point.

Esatolahi was born in 96 and is currently only 20 years old.But this young player who plays for the Rostov team in the Russian Super League has a height of more than 190 cm and is quite strong.Esatolahi, who was tall and strong with longer legs, ran like a tiger, with a terrifying power.

Of course Yan Feng noticed it too, but he didn't back down, instead pouring more power into his feet.

Both of them rushed towards the ball quickly, the distance between them was getting closer and they were about to collide.

"Come on, hit that Chinese man and let him taste the power of our Persian cavalry. Allah bless Said." The fans at Azadi's home court saw the possibility of the two colliding.Not only did they not bother, but they all looked forward to it.

It can only be said that Iranian fans are too superstitious about the physical fitness of their players.

If it is a person who has no confidence in his own strength, he will probably take it easy in the face of a possible collision, but both of them are people who are extremely confident in their bodies.Thus, the scene of Mars hitting the earth was staged.

With a "snap~", before hitting the ball, the upper body of the two hit each other with their shoulders.The huge impact caused the figures of the two to be bounced away in opposite directions.

Yan Feng groaned for a while when he was hit, but he gritted his teeth and held on, trying to adjust the balance of his body that was out of control due to the impact.

"Oops!" Esatolahi let out a scream when he was hit by the huge impact.In this scream, listen carefully and there is a bit of surprise and a bit of sadness.

Yan Feng took the lead in controlling his body and took the ball down first.After getting the ball, Yan Feng looked around for teammates with a flat expression while protecting the ball.

Grabbing the ball first in the scramble is a normal scene on the court.But this scene was so unbelievable to the nearly [-] Iranian fans at the scene.

"Am I wrong?"

"Sayed can't handle his opponent in the fight?"

"Since Day's time, haven't we always physically crushed the Chinese?"

"When did our Iranian players become so weak?"

"No! Esatolahi won't lose against those old Russians. Besides, he's half a head taller than his opponent's No. 44. How could he lose?"

Iranian fans can't figure it out.In their eyes, although the tall and strong Esatolahi is young, he is definitely stronger in confrontation than Yan Feng, who is only 180cm tall.

But they forget that height is not an advantage sometimes.Although Yan Feng is only 180CM, his weight has reached 80KG. Esatolahi, who is about the same weight as Yan Feng, is more than 190CM tall.The weight is the same, but the height is about ten centimeters different.This means that taller people have too high a center of gravity and will suffer a lot in confrontation.

Esatolahi, who also couldn't believe it, couldn't accept this fact.In his impression, the confrontation of Chinese players is relatively average, at most like that of Korean players.In the first round against the Chinese team, except for a player named Cai who is as strong as a bull but very slow, he has not encountered any Chinese players who can compete in the confrontation.

In fact, in the last round, the Chinese team was still led by Gao Hongbo, and Yan Feng had not yet entered the national football team at that time.In that game, the Chinese team only sent three midfielders, the main players were Zhang Xizhe, Hao Junmin, and Huang Bowen.These three are all against relatively poor technical midfielders.Esatolahi encountered these three people most of the time, and of course he would take advantage of the confrontation.

Speaking of which, the Iranian coaching staff had mentioned to Esatolahi before the game that the No. 44 player in the Chinese team has a very good confrontation ability.But he didn't take it to heart at all.

Just when Esatolahi was depressed and unwilling to accept the facts, Yan Feng had already passed the ball to Lin Fan who raised his hands high.

"Let's go. Brat! Smash them hard!"

Yan Feng needs to stay behind. Facing the Iranian offensive group with strong offensive capabilities, he dare not be careless.After all, it has only just started, and the two sides are still tied 0:0.If he rushed up with Lin Fan at the same time, it would leave a huge hole behind him.If the offense is successful, it's okay, but once he misses and is counterattacked by the opponent, it is difficult for him to rush back to defend in time even if he is so fast.

After getting the ball, Lin Fan excitedly started to push forward.After suffering from the previous confrontation, Lin Fan tried his best to avoid head-to-head encounters.When deciding to surpass others, use speed and change people to get rid of, otherwise it is to cooperate quickly with Zheng Zhi and other teammates.

This time, the attack launched by Lin Fan successfully reached Iran's third defensive area.In the end, Lin Fan kicked the ball to Wuqiu Wang with a clever heel in the wall-slamming cooperation with Zheng Zhi.

After knocking the ball, Lin Fan turned around and went directly into Iran's penalty area.Lin Fan's heel pass unexpectedly landed at Wuqiu Wang's feet, but Wuqiu Wang also made an unexpected stop error and stopped the ball a few meters behind him.

Lin Fan, who wasted a sprint for nothing, looked depressed.How he wished that a teammate could appear there behind the martial arts king.Just like when the martial arts king was in SIPG, the error of stopping the ball became an assist in seconds.

And Xiao Zhang Yuning is now the one who hates himself for not being able to appear a few meters behind the martial arts king.He sighed in his heart, but facing the big brother of the team, he didn't dare to say anything.

Shaking his head and walking back, Lin Fan saw Xiao Zhang Yuning's expression, and he suddenly said: "Yuning, your running position is not good. You wasted a perfect assist from the king of the ball."

"Eh~" Of course Xiao Zhang Yuning understood that Lin Fan's words were not meant to be sarcastic.He knew that Lin Fan was really dissatisfied with the ball king, but he was also very dissatisfied in his heart. "Okay. You're right. I'll try to catch it next time."

"Defend, defend quickly. Fight back on the spot!" Yan Feng's urgent voice came.

"Go! Retaliate immediately!" Lin Fan and Xiao Zhang Yuning realized that they had just drifted off in thought.He quickly started running and joined the routine of pressing.

On the contrary, the martial arts king was still immersed in the depression of the mistake just now, and he walked back slowly with an ugly face.

The untimely pressing of the frontcourt players has no effect.Soon Iran played through the midfield through the full-backs, and then gave the ball to the right winger Jahanbakhsh.

Since Yan Feng was the only midfielder left, he didn't dare to get too close to the side, which caused full-back Jiang Zhipeng to defend Jahanbakhsh alone.

Jahanbakhsh's sharp attack made it very difficult for Jiang Zhipeng to defend alone. Under his hard defense, the opponent still let the opponent pass the ball.

The two forwards of the Iranian team, Ansarifard and Azmoun, rushed towards the central penalty area to grab points.The first point was taken by Azmon, who came in from the back row. Fortunately, Feng Xiaoting's strong defense interfered with him, and his header was confiscated by Zeng Cheng.

"Give it to me!" Seeing this, Yan Feng swept around and quickly shouted to Zeng Cheng.

"Catch it." Zeng Cheng heard the words and threw the ball to Yan Feng outside the penalty area.

After Yan Feng finished stopping the ball and turned around, seeing Lin Fan and others had retreated past the middle circle, he shouted loudly: "Go forward. Counterattack!"

After shouting, Yan Feng quickly rushed forward with the ball.Someone from the Iranian team came to intercept and gave the ball to Lin Fan.

After giving the ball to Lin Fan, Yan Feng didn't stop there this time, he still moved forward.This time he is determined to participate in the attack, hoping to seize this opportunity to counterattack.

The Chinese team's counterattack was very fast this time, and they invested a lot of troops, which made it easy for them to attack the Iranian team's back line.

After a few quick short passes, Zheng Zhi passed the ball to the attacking core martial arts king.This time, Wuqiu Wang didn't lose the chain again, he held the ball firmly.

"Very good, I finally didn't miss the ball this time." Yan Feng felt very pleased with this.

The martial arts king ball was held, but the opponent's very strong and slightly rough physical confrontation made him very uncomfortable.After several entanglements, he couldn't get rid of his opponent and almost made a mistake in the confrontation. The martial arts king only passed the ball back to Lin Fan.

"Lin Fan!" Yan Feng shouted and jumped in from the back row.

"Here." Lin Fan knocked the ball.

Yan Feng stopped the ball, looked up and saw that the Iranian player who was coming up to block him was still a few meters away, and there was a small space in front of him that went straight to the goal.

"Hit me in!" Yan Feng immediately thumped his foot before the opponent's defender blocked the space.

"Bang!" The ball flew straight to the goal.After the Iranian goalkeeper couldn't make a save, he was bored on the crossbar.

"Hey! You hit the crossbeam." Yan Feng was a little disappointed to see that he didn't make it.However, seeing that the ball did not go out of the bottom line, but bounced out, Yan Feng rushed forward.

Yan Feng's reaction was fairly quick, but there was one person who was faster than him.This person is the king of martial arts, and he unexpectedly appeared at the point where the bounced ball landed first.Then, I saw Wuqiu King jumping up and down, shooting sideways in the air.

"Beautiful! Be sure to enter! A whole world is waiting for you!" Yan Feng cheered secretly in his heart.

The martial arts king has graceful posture and chic movements, and has successfully completed some difficult shots.The speed of his shot is not bad, but the angle is a bit more positive.

Iran's goalkeeper Hajiji is not a waste material, on the contrary he is a very reliable goalkeeper.He reacted quickly to block Wuqiuwang's shot.

Instead of being blocked off the baseline, the ball landed in the penalty area, causing a scuffle.

In the melee, the ball was suddenly stabbed out from under the feet of several people.It happened to appear two or three meters in front of Yan Feng.

Seeing this, Yan Feng was pleasantly surprised.But out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a figure appearing not far from him. He turned his head and saw that the martial arts king was looking surprised and ready to move.

I go.Can't let the king of the ball come.If the feet were weak, wouldn't it be a waste of such a god-given opportunity.No, I can't let him come, let me come.

"Let me do it." Yan Feng shouted quickly and rushed forward.At the same time he activated, Wuqiu Wang also activated.

Fortunately, Yan Feng's explosive power is still much stronger than that of the martial arts king. He rushed to the ball first.Then, with the expression on Wuqiu Wang's face full of being robbed of his treasure, he swung his thigh and slammed it hard on the ball.

"Hit me in!"

"Bang!" The ball flew out like lightning.

The goalkeeper of the Iranian team, Hajiji, really felt like a goalkeeper. In this case, he was able to react and made a pounce in time.It's a pity that this time he faced Yan Feng's shot.No one can stop Yan Feng's explosive shot from such a short distance in the penalty area, such a violent force, not even the goalkeeper.

The amazing thing is that Hajiji really threw the ball, but it doesn't mean he can block the ball.The ball only changed its direction slightly, but it still rushed into the net unstoppably.

"Come in!"

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!" Seeing that the ball finally flew into the goal, Yan Feng roared excitedly and slapped himself on the chest with his hands.

　code into a chapter.I can finally sleep.Thanks for the monthly support of 'House 1997'.

　　
　
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