"If it goes on like this, I'm afraid that we will be pressed and beaten by the Iranian team, and it will be dangerous, what should I do? Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"What should I do? Although the Iranian team is indeed strong, it is not strong enough for him to raise his hand and surrender.

"Huh?"

"That's right, it's a!"

"Good. Slap them in. But, can our football king do it?"

"Is there anyone else you can trust but trust him?"

"Eh~ It seems, it seems, maybe, maybe, you can only trust him. ”

"Alright. Don't overthink it. Play a wave of dangerous attacks to decompress our defence. Yan Feng patted Lin Fan's shoulder and said.

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

For the goal kick of the Chinese team, goalkeeper Zeng Cheng chose to open a big foot. The landing point of the ball was just in Lin Fan's area. Seeing this, Lin Fan hurriedly stuck in his position and prepared to compete for the top.

Lin Fan's opponent was the captain of the Iranian team, 34-year-old Tamurian. Although Tai Murian is inferior to Lin Fan in height and far inferior in bounce, Lin Fan's unfinished body has suffered a big loss in strength.

The loss of physical strength finally made Lin Fan fail to compete, and was beaten by Tai Murian, who was a few centimeters shorter in height but stronger than him.

The scramble was lost, and Lin Fan, who was behind and had difficulty controlling his body, was full of unhappiness on his face. Lin Fan felt quite annoyed, but the gap in strength made him unable to carry it.

Yan Feng was some distance away from Lin Fan, and he couldn't help frowning after seeing Lin Fan suffer a big loss in the scramble. However, the ball that was lifted by Tymurian into the area in front of him made him not want to think too much.

Yan Feng pulled his legs and rushed towards the landing point of the ball. At the same time, Iran's No. 6 Saeed Esatorahi rushed to the landing spot.

Esatolahi was born in '96 and is currently only 20 years old. BUT THIS YOUNG PLAYER WHO PLAYS IN THE ROSTOV TEAM OF THE RUSSIAN SUPER LEAGUE HAS A HEIGHT OF MORE THAN 190CM, AND HE IS QUITE STRONG. Esatolahi, who was tall and had longer legs, ran with a fierce and terrifying prestigiousness.

Of course, Yan Feng also noticed it, but he didn't retreat, but poured more strength under his feet.

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

"Come on, knock over that Chinese and let him taste the power of our Persian iron horse." Allah bless Sa'id. 'The fans at Azadhi's home stadium saw that the two could collide. Not only did they not bother, but they all looked very expectant.

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

If you are a person who is not confident in your own strength, it is estimated that you will be relieved 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.

"Smack~", before touching the ball, the upper bodies of the two collided with each other against their shoulders. The huge impact caused the figures of the two to be bounced away in opposite directions.

Yan Feng was knocked into a muffled snort, 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!" Essatorahi let out a scream as he was hit by the force of the impact. In this scream, I listened carefully with a little surprise and a little 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 his teammates with a flat expression while protecting the ball.

Grabbing the ball first in the scramble is a normal scene on the playing court. But this scene is so incredible in the eyes of nearly 100,000 Iranian fans at the scene.

"Am I mistaken?"

"Saeed can't carry his opponent in the scramble?"

"Since the time of Daii, haven't we always crushed the Chinese physically?"

"When did we Iranian players become so weak?"

"No! Esatolahi is not left behind in the face of the old Russian boys. Besides, he's half a head taller than his opponent's No. 44, so how can he lose?"

Iranian fans couldn't figure it out. IN THEIR EYES, ALTHOUGH THE TALL AND STRONG ESATOLAHI IS YOUNG, HE IS DEFINITELY STRONGER THAN YAN FENG, WHO IS ONLY 180CM TALL, IN CONFRONTATION.

But they forget that high is sometimes not an advantage. ALTHOUGH YAN FENG IS ONLY 180CM, HIS WEIGHT HAS REACHED 80KG, WHILE ESATOLAHI, WHO WEIGHS ABOUT THE SAME WEIGHT AS YAN FENG, IS MORE THAN 190CM. The weight is the same, but the height is about ten centimeters apart. This means that taller people have too high a center of gravity and will suffer a lot in the confrontation.

Essatorahi, who was equally disbelieving, could not accept this fact. In his impression, the confrontation of Chinese players is relatively average, at most like Korean players. In the first round against the Chinese team, except for the player named Cai who was as strong as a cow but very slow, he did not meet any Chinese players who could 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, and the main players were Zhang Xizhe, Hao Junmin, and Huang Bowen. All three of them are technical midfielders who play poorly. It was these three that Essatorahi had bumpered with most of the time, and of course he would have taken advantage of the confrontation.

Speaking of which, Iran's coaching staff had mentioned to Essatorahi before the game that the No. 44 player in the Chinese team had a good ability to fight. But he didn't take it to heart at all.

Just when Essatorahi was depressed and unwilling to accept the facts, Yan Feng had already passed the ball to Lin Fan, who was holding his hand high.

"Come on. Stinky boys!

Yan Feng needed to stay behind, and he didn't dare to be careless in the face of the Iranian attack group with strong offensive ability. After all, it has only been a long time since the opening, and the two sides are still tied 0:0. If he rushed up at the same time as Lin Fan, it would leave an extremely loophole behind him. If the offense is successful, once he misses and is counterattacked by the opponent, it will be difficult for him to rush back to defend in time even if he is extremely fast.

After getting the ball, Lin Fan was very excited and began to move forward. After suffering the loss of the previous confrontation, Lin Fan tried his best to avoid hard encounters. When you decide to pass, use your speed to get rid of your change, otherwise you can quickly cooperate with Zheng Zhi and other teammates.

This attack, launched by Lin Fan, successfully attacked Iran's defensive third zone. In the end, Lin Fan knocked the ball to the king of martial arts with a clever heel in the cooperation with Zheng Zhi's collision with the wall.

After doing the knocking action, Lin Fan turned around and inserted it directly into the Iranian penalty area. Lin Fan's heel pass unexpectedly reached the feet of the Wuqiu King, but the Wuqiu King also unexpectedly made a mistake in stopping the ball and stopped the ball a few meters behind him.

Lin Fan, who had wasted a sprint in vain, looked depressed. How he wished that there was a teammate behind the Martial Ball King who could appear there. Just like when Wuqiu Wang was in SIPG, the mistake of stopping the ball became a second-to-second assist.

And Xiao Zhang Yuning is now the one who hates himself for not being able to appear a few meters behind the Wuqiu King. He lamented in his heart, but he didn't dare to say anything in the face of the team's big brother.

Lin Fan, who shook his head and walked back, saw Xiao Zhang Yuning's expression, and he suddenly said, "Yuning, your running position is not good." You've wasted a second-of-a-second assist. ”

"Uh~" Of course, Xiao Zhang Yuning heard the meaning of Lin Fan's words, and he was not sarcastic. He knew that Lin Fan was really dissatisfied with the ball king, but in fact, he was also very dissatisfied in his heart. "Okay. You're right. I'll try to get hold of it next time. ”

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

"it, grab it immediately!" Lin Fan and Xiao Zhang Yuning realized that the two of them had just deserted their minds. Hurriedly began to run, joining the practice of looting.

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

Untimely pressing by the frontcourt players has no effect. Soon Iran played through the midfield at full-back and then gave the ball to right winger Jahanbakhsh.

Since there was only one back for Yan Feng, he didn't dare to get too close to the wing, which caused fullback Jiang Zhipeng to defend Jahanbakhsh alone.

Jahanbakhsh's sharp attack made Jiang Zhipeng's single defense very hard, and under his hard defense, he still let the opponent cross the ball with his feet.

Iran's two strikers, Ansarifard and Azmoun, rushed to the centre of the box to grab the spot. The first drop was grabbed by Azmon, who was inserted from the back row, but fortunately, Feng Xiaoting's fierce defense interfered with him, and his header was confiscated by Zeng Cheng.

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

"Pick it up. Hearing this, Zeng Cheng threw the ball to Yan Feng outside the penalty area.

After Yan Feng finished stopping the ball and turned around, he saw that Lin Fan and the others had already retreated from the middle circle, and shouted loudly: "Go forward." Fight back!"

After shouting, Yan Feng quickly rushed forward with the ball. In the Iranian team, someone 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 was determined to get involved and hoped to make the most of the counter-attack.

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

After several quick short passes, Zheng Zhi passed the ball to the feet of the attacking core Wuqiu King. This time, the king of martial arts did not drop the chain again, he held the ball steadily.

"It's good, I finally didn't stop the ball and make mistakes this time. Yan Feng felt relieved by this.

The king of martial arts held the ball, 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, and the martial arts king only passed the ball back to Lin Fan.

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

"Give. 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 was straight to the goal.

"Let me go in!" Yan Feng immediately grabbed before the opponent's defender blocked the space, and kicked violently.

"Bang!" the ball flew straight to the goal. The Iranian goalkeeper couldn't make a save, but it was stuffed on the crossbar.

"Hey, I hit the crossbar. Seeing that he didn't enter, Yan Feng was a little disappointed. However, seeing that the ball did not go out of the bottom line, but rebounded, Yan Feng rushed forward.

Yan Feng's reaction was quite fast, but there was one person who was faster than him. This person is the king of martial arts, and he actually appeared at the landing point of the rebound ball first. Then, I saw the Martial Ball King jumping sideways, and directly came to the air with a sideways strafing.

"Beautiful! You must enter! A world wave is waiting for you!" Yan Feng secretly cheered in his heart.

Wuqiu King has a beautiful posture, chic movements, and successfully completed some difficult shots. His shot was at an okay speed, but the angle was a little more correct.

Iran's goalkeeper Hajiji is not a waste, on the contrary, he is still a very reliable goalkeeper. He reacted quickly to block the shot of the martial ball king.

The ball was not blocked off the line and instead landed in the box, which caused a scuffle.

In the midst of a scuffle, the ball suddenly poked out from under the feet of several people. Just two or three meters in front of Yan Feng appeared.

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

I'll go. You can't let the ball king come. If your feet are weak, wouldn't it be a godsend? No, I can't let him come, I'll come.

"Let me do it. Yan Feng hurriedly shouted and rushed forward. At the same time as he started, the Wuqiu King also started.

Fortunately, Yan Feng's explosiveness is still much stronger than that of the martial arts king, and he rushed to the ball first. Then under the expression of the king of martial arts who was robbed of the baby, he picked up his thighs and smashed them on the ball.

"Get me in!"

"Bang!" the ball flew out like lightning.

Iran's goalkeeper Hajiji really felt like a goalkeeper, and in this case, he was able to react and make a timely move. It's a pity that this time he faced Yan Feng's shot. Yan Feng's shot in such a short distance in the penalty area, such a violent force, no one can stop it, not even the goalkeeper.

The amazing thing is that Hajiji really pounced on the ball, but if he pounced, it doesn't mean that he can block the ball. The ball only changed direction slightly, but it was still unstoppable and swooped into the net.

"Entered!"

"Ahh!!h