The referee was pulled away by the ambulance truck, the fourth referee came into play, and the game resumed. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIt seems that the referee's injury has stopped everywhere and everything has returned to its original state.

In fact, nothing has changed back to the way it was. The impact of this incident is still quietly changing.

First of all, let's talk about the referee. The injured referee was a West Asian, and the fourth referee on top was a Southeast Asian. A Vietnamese, to be exact.

In other words, anyone with a discerning eye knows that the AFC is actually a group of West Asian people talking about things. A bunch of non-Arab countries on the East Asian side are speechless in the AFC.

The previous West Asian referees dared to favor Al Ain, and they were so obvious. And this fourth referee will not do that. If he wants to be biased towards Fuli, he won't, but he can brag more fairly. As long as the referee does not favor the home team, it is great news for R&F.

Secondly, Yan Feng's kick directly kicked the referee into the hospital has caused an uproar in the hearts of everyone who saw this scene.

"I'll copy it. Such a scary shot, if he hits someone, he can't lie down like the referee and go out?"

The eyes of the people in Al Ain who looked at Yan Feng had changed now. I only thought it was a tough and fierce guy before. He looked like he was looking at a devouring beast.

Compared with the spectators who were just in the stands, Li Mingzhu, who was directly facing Yan Feng at this time, was about to pee.

"Uh. This Chinese's shot is so scary? Just now, I was in front of him. If this shot is not missed, but hit my side, the consequences~" Thinking of the miserable situation of the referee who has been carried down. Li Mingzhu couldn't help but snort. "If he takes another shot like that, do I block it or not?"

"Wow, wow! I see Yan Feng's lethal cannonball again!" "Unlike the opponent's thoughts, the other players of R&F are different. After the referee was carried down, they were all startled in their hearts, and they all became excited.

This is the real big killer? This kind of lethality, even if it can't hit the goal, but how many people dare to block the front? dare to block the front, the referee who carries it out is the end of the game, ask if you dare?

They began to realize that the situation was already turning in their favor, as long as Yan Feng was allowed to take a few more kicks, as long as he could hit the goal, how many times could the goalkeeper block it?

"No, when you have the next chance, you must let Yan Feng shoot!"

Unconsciously, Yan Feng's teammates all reached a consensus in their hearts, that is, let Yan Feng be the cannon that squatted and bombarded the door, and they only acted as the porters of the cannonballs.

With the new referee's whistle, the game resumed.

At this moment, the momentum of the two sides on the field has completely reversed. R&F is becoming confident, while Al Ain is becoming cautious. Both momentum and morale have dropped to the lowest point since this game.

After a few more minutes, Al Ain's morale was once again frustrated.

Because the new referees are not used to them anymore. They still have the same brutal actions as before, and although the new referee is not biased, the fairer decision makes them pay a lot for it. Not only did they get a card for it, but they also gave R&F a couple of free throws. If it weren't for the lack of some luck on R&F's free-kick, they might have conceded in a matter of minutes.

The situation is very good for R&F. Especially after seeing the new referees so fair, they all feel that it is really dawn now. At the same time, they all praised Yan Feng's kick just now in their hearts.

"Xiao Feng. You did it on purpose just now, right?" After getting a free throw opportunity, Wang Song asked Yan Feng a little mysteriously.

"Huh. Yan Feng just smiled and didn't say anything. I thought to myself, this is a must drop. But this kind of thing can only be understood, not spoken.

R&F took advantage of the free-kick opportunity again to launch an attack, which may not have been able to find the back of the net yet.

However, the situation on the field is really getting more and more favorable for R&F. No, the home fans don't sing anymore, and their cheers are getting quieter and quieter. They began to look at the field with frightened eyes, and their hearts kept praying to their Allah. Allah willing.

If prayer is useful, is there any heavenly reason in this world?

If Allah could bless anyone, would the Middle East still be so chaotic?

I don't care what the opponent thinks, R&F only wants to score goals. The frenzy of attacks they launched began to make Al Ain passively beaten.

Since the new referee came in, Al Ain has gradually become less powerless. No, their second attack, just past the middle circle, was cut off by the R&F defenders who were like chicken blood.

Keep on the offensive, keep organizing. Yan Feng moved his position forward again, and he used his physical strength to run again to get rid of Omar who wanted to entangle him.

Omar has focused most of his attention on Yan Feng since the team was forced to defend to the death. He felt that he couldn't attack anymore, so he would have to entangle the opponent's most threatening player.

It's a pity that the idea is plump, but now it's skinny. His physical strength prevented him from doing everything he wanted.

"Why? Why is he still so able to run at this time? Why does he look like he can keep running? Isn't he tired?" Omar stopped and gasped for air after he couldn't keep up with his opponent. Looking at Yan Feng, who was still able to run and jump even though he was also panting, his heart began to become more and more desperate.

"Here. Whew~" Yan Feng gasped and raised his hand to ask his teammates for the ball. It's false to say that he is not tired, but he gritted his teeth and had to hold on. No matter how tired he is, he can't let himself go down if the game is inconclusive.

With a ripe and easy-to-use cooperation, his teammates passed the ball to Yan Feng who was inserting in front again.

Yan Feng arrived as scheduled, and his front was blocked by Li Mingzhu again.

"I'm going to have to guard against you. "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid of his shots. Lee Myung-joo: You are a great Korean. They will not bow to any danger. Li Mingzhu kept hypnotizing himself in his heart.

"I'll!!" After glancing at Li Mingzhu, he made a leg-swinging pose ready to ejaculate.

"Ah!" Li Mingzhu felt a shock in his heart after seeing Yan Feng's movements, and then made a ball avoidance action by turning around and shrinking his head.

"Haha!" Yan Feng was overjoyed in his heart, and the movement of swinging his leg to shoot at the goal was slowed down, and then it became a ball. Then he ran over to Li Mingzhu, who was shrinking his head, so easily. Actually, he was just pretending to shoot a feint. I didn't expect it to be so effective.

"Ahh

"Li Mingzhu's ugly appearance is like a turtle. It's ugly. ”

"Bastard, Allah will not forgive you. ”

The fans in the stadium were immediately in an uproar, and they all felt incomprehensible and angry about Li Mingzhu's behavior.

At this time, Li Mingzhu's heart was broken. He didn't want that either. It's just that the referee's miserable situation is too scary, so he subconsciously makes such an action.

Realizing that he had made a big mistake, Li Mingzhu hurriedly turned around and chased after Yan Feng. But how could Yan Feng wait for him to catch up? He saw the right time, and he shot with his legs.

"Bang!" the ball shot out like a cannonball. Unfortunately, he didn't hit the back of the net.

"Hey. The angle is still a little worse, and after spinning a little hard. Yan Feng hugged his head in disappointment.

"Strict. Zahavi gave him a thumbs up in encouragement.

Yan Feng nodded in response, and then walked back to his place.

This didn't enter, Li Mingzhu breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. But at this time, a teammate came over with an angry face and asked him in English: "Lee, what were you doing just now? Do you know that you almost let the team be scored just now? You are a coward!"

Facing the accusations of his teammates, Li Mingzhu, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, felt evil in his heart. But he was speechless. He could only keep his head down. And the more the teammates talked, the more angry they became, and the more and more accusations they made. And the number of people who participated in the accusations also increased.

Yan Feng didn't care about all this. In his opinion, wouldn't it be better if the opponent had infighting because of this?

Soon, Al Ain's accusers of Lee Myung-joo were re-kicked off with Omar's persuasion. But the distrust between their teammates only made matters worse for them. No, when they were ready to fight back against R&F, they were separated because of the disunity of the midfielders. As a result, their attack did not pose much of a threat.

The ball is back at R&F's feet. Time was running out, and they were once again attacking in the 90-minute race to settle the game. Confidence and momentum led them to attack the Al Ain backline once again. They constantly use passes to press on the opposition's defence. Then, pass the ball to Yan Feng again.

This time, it wasn't Yan Feng who asked for the ball himself. Omar beside him hadn't been able to get rid of him, and the other party was gritting his teeth and following him.

Seeing that his teammates actually took the initiative to pass the ball to him, after a slight surprise, he resolutely prepared to receive the ball. This time it wasn't that comfortable, and Omar beside him desperately wanted to squeeze past Yan Feng to destroy the ball.

How could Yan Feng let him succeed. He stabbed his horse with one hand, and his thick body made Omar try his best to add milk, and there was no way to pass him.

In fact, at this time, Omar was almost on the verge of running out of oil, and after exhausting the last bit of strength, he was still carried by Yan Feng behind his back.

Yan Feng leaned on Omar and stepped on the rolling ball with his right foot. Then lean back on the back, push forward with the soles of your feet, and then run forward with the force of leaning back. After catching up with the ball, stride and swing your legs, your eyes fixed on the slow rolling of the ball.

"Going to shoot?" the Al Ain fans began to get nervous at this point.

But there was one more nervous than they were. This more nervous person is not Omar, he has already lost his strength as soon as he is pushed back by Yan Feng, and it is good to be able to stand firm in place.

This person who was more nervous than anyone else was actually Li Mingzhu, who was very sad and once again stood in the way of Yan Feng. At this time, he hated himself a little for why he was here in time.

"Nope. I can't be intimidated by him. I'm going to have to hold steady. There is no gap, the opponent will not shoot. Don't be fooled by his fake shot. Even if it's a real shot, I'm going to block him. Even if it hurts, it won't hesitate. Li Mingzhu gritted his teeth and prepared to go out.

"Let me in!" Yan Feng let out a low roar, and his swinging right leg slammed into the ball like an iron whip.

"Bang!"

Almost at the same time, Li Mingzhu, who had been telling himself not to be afraid, was intimidated. He subconsciously closed his eyes, and then the whole person shrank down sharply.

"Whew~"

Li Mingzhu felt the ball grazing against his hair with a whistling sound. He was glad in his heart. Fortunately, he hid in time, otherwise the referee would have been repeating himself when he left the game.

But soon, he realized that he had made a mistake again. At this time, after reason returned to his mind, he wanted to cry in his heart. At this time, he only prayed that this shot would not go in. It's better to be out of bounds like last time.

Li Mingzhu opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the direction of the goal. Then he saw a scene that broke his heart. The ball slammed into the net after the goalkeeper swooped hard, and then spun over the net for a while before rolling down.

The stadium suddenly became silent. Li Mingzhu also felt a dizziness in front of him. But soon, a roar of joy roared out from him. It's a pity that his joy doesn't belong to him, and his heart is cold at the moment.

"Roar!ah!ah!!" Yan Feng clenched his hands into fists and raised his head to the sky and roared. He kept roaring at the sky until the tendons in his neck turned red. This roar is like a wolf, and this roar is like a tiger coming out of a mountain.

"Ahh in. in. We scored!" Stojkovic, who had been calm on the sidelines, saw the ball fly into the goal. He screamed.

'We scored. We're going to win. At this time, the assistant Durovich laughed and rushed over and hugged him.

"Yes. Yes. We scored. We're going to win. Stojkovic hugged each other tightly, repeating the words in his mouth.

R&F players were all excited both on and off the field. They cheered and hugged the people around them, and then laughed and shouted all kinds of excited words.

"Did we lose?"

"It was scored. We've already lost the game, have we?"

"It's no longer possible for us to win the championship. ”

At this moment, the silent fans looked silently at the opponents who were celebrating excitedly on the sidelines, and they had realized that their team was going to lose.

Yes. They're really going to lose. In the next ten minutes, Al Ain must score two more goals to have a chance of turning the defeat into a victory. But look at the home team players on the field, who dares to say that they can catch them back? Don't you see, even the soul of the team, Omar, is sitting helplessly on the ground?

The home fans were in despair, and the head coach Dalic was also stunned and collapsed on the spot.

The game is coming to an end. Sure enough, the next Al Ain failed to catch up. They have tried their best, and they can't even defend it, and they can only accept defeat in the end.

If it weren't for R&F's bad luck, maybe R&F would have scored some more goals in the next short period of time.

Although the score failed to expand again, the score of 2:0 in this game and 2:1 in the two legs was enough.

R&F has become the new king of the AFC Champions League.

"We are champions!"

When the whistle blew at the end of the game, everyone in R&F shouted this sentence. And then they all rushed onto the pitch like crazy. Crazy, they rushed towards Yan Feng. In the cheers, Yan Feng was thrown high.

After being thrown, Yan Feng and his teammates threw head coach Stojkovic high again.

"We are the champions!" "We are the champions!"

At this moment, all that is left of R&F is this simple language. At this moment, the highest glory of the Asian club belongs to them.

Everyone who followed this match, Al Ain's side was silent, looking at Omar who was crying, and couldn't help but shed tears. The domestic fans who supported R&F were also looking at Yan Feng who was crying at this time, and couldn't help but shed tears. The difference is that they are all crying with joy and joy.

"Beautiful! Well done!" In the VIP box, Jiang Lizhang applauded happily. This result is the most satisfying for him. Although he is not a man of abundance, he has seen the most valuable things. The purpose of his trip can be said to be complete.

Jiang Lizhang and the assistants who came with him walked out of the box, but met Zhang Li's party at the door.

"Congratulations, congratulations, Mr. Zhang. Jiang Lizhang smiled and applauded and said.

"Thank you. Thank you. Zhang Li happily shook hands with Jiang Lizhang. He's really happy at the moment. His face was flushed with a happy smile. From now on, he will be able to straighten his back when he sits with Lao Xu next door. What you have, I have. In the future, you don't have to feel inferior anymore.

"Congratulations to R&F on winning the championship. At the same time, congratulations to R&F for making more money. Jiang Lizhang said with a smile.

"Thank you. After all, Zhang Zhang has been rolling in the mall for many years, although he is about to laugh in his heart, but he still hasn't behaved. And when he heard Jiang Lizhang's last sentence, he raised his eyebrows. "Oh. It seems that Mr. Jiang came to see this game today and was very satisfied!"

"That's right. As for what I talked about before, I think he deserves more from me. ”

"Haha. No matter how much you pay, it will be worth the money. ”

"Haha. Mr. Zhang is right. But I'm really happy for you and your team today. Congratulations again. Today, I have drunk your celebratory wine. ”

"It's a must. All Chinese deserve a drink for this. ”

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After a long period of frantic celebration and tears on the court, the R&F players stood on the podium. Yan Feng stood in the middle, as the biggest hero of the game, he watched the championship trophy being slowly held by Miss Etiquette, and his heart jumped with excitement.

When Yan Feng received the championship trophy from the hands of the AFC officials with a strong smile on his face, a wave of happiness and pride rushed from the soles of his feet.

"Ahh We are the champions!" Yan Feng held the trophy high. Immediately on the podium, there was another cheer.

Countless cameras and eyes are staring at this moment. The way Yan Feng lifted the trophy will become a symbol of Chinese football for a long time to come.

The first mountain on which the legend began. (To be continued.) )