"Beautiful!Yan!" Stojkovic said with his hand patting Yan Feng on the back and holding his feet in Chinese. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Stojkovic was overjoyed. When the game was coming to an end, he was desperate to see the attacking players he had high hopes for again and again in vain. Unexpectedly, it was Yan Feng, a guy who never expected to have offensive ability, who brought him a surprise.

Yan Feng's goal, although it only helped the team equalize, saved the game. As long as you don't lose at home, you still have a chance to go away.

Unexpectedly, near the end of the game, it was Yan Feng who stood up. ”

"Yan Feng is the hero of this game!"

"Yan Feng, Yan Feng, Yan Feng!"

The fans began to call Yan Feng's name in unison. How clear the uniform voice was. Yan Feng heard it, he was very happy and excited. Yan Feng let go of Lao Si and raised his hand to clap his hands in salute to the audience.

"Ha, the audience is shouting his name. It seems that Yan Feng has conquered the fans of the home team with this goal. Liu Yang said with a smile.

"Not to mention the fans, I was also conquered by his goal. Looking back now, it turns out that this goal was planned by Yan Feng from the beginning when he passed the ball to the goalkeeper. Li Pengfeng said.

"yes. Lure the opponent out first, and then use the expanded space to attack, and finally succeed in one fell swoop. This will definitely be the best goal in this round of the AFC Champions League!There is no one!" Liu Yang recalled the whole process of Yan Feng's goal and said with admiration.

"I think so too. I really didn't expect him to have this wisdom and the ability to shoot from a distance, I always thought he was a villain who could only defend, and he was like Cai Huikang. What a surprise. Especially for R&F, it is definitely a treasure. Li Binfeng said with praise and praise.

And R&F, who picked up the treasure, seized the time to continue the game. Although the game has gone into stoppage time after Yan Feng's goal, there is still time.

Because Yan Feng's goal crushed Sydney FC's hopes of holding on to the lead, their morale was greatly damaged.

"One more!" the fans cried out.

Take advantage of your illness to kill you! R&F, whose morale has reached its peak, has formed an irresistible momentum at this time. They generally pressed wildly against a demoralised Sydney FC and quickly snatched the ball back. R&F once again organized an offensive.

Sydney FC, on the other hand, were devastated by not conceding a goal in the game, but they didn't want to rest on their laurels. If you can't get three points, you have to keep one point. When it comes to the last bit of fighting spirit, they start to try to defend.

"The game time is coming to an end, and this may be R&F's last chance to attack. Liu Yang said.

"I could shoot again. You can't give up!" Yan Feng also knew that time was running out, and he saw that the referees all looked down at the table below.

Watching his teammates pound their feet but not finding a chance. Yan Feng ran forward and waved for the ball: "Give me the ball." ”

Hearing this, Reinaldinho, who was holding the ball, kicked Yan Feng without thinking.

"Can't let him get the ball!" Seeing this situation, Simon hurriedly rushed towards Yan Feng. He needed to stop Yan Feng, and he didn't want to give Yan Feng another chance to shoot from a distance.

Simon ran to Yan Feng as hard as he could, vowing to stop Yan Feng from taking the ball. This time Simon didn't think about breaking the ball, he just wanted to break the ball. So Simon aimed at the ball, and the whole person took off into the air and flew over with a flying shovel.

"It's a flying shovel, it's dangerous!" the audience exclaimed as they saw Simon's movements.

Say it's too late, then it's too fast. Seeing that the opponent didn't care about shoveling over, Yan Feng was inevitably a little frightened. This kind of flying tackle is easy to tackle, and whether it is a tackle or a tackle, this offensive opportunity is over. And R&F will also lose the last chance to overtake its opponents.

Yan Feng remembered that Uncle Ai Zhong had said: The best way to deal with the top grab and tackle is to reverse and push people. As long as the lateral displacement is sufficient, the exit of any method is to send data. At the same time, Yan Feng didn't want to give up this last chance to attack, he gritted his teeth. Fight!

After making a decision in an instant, Yan Feng felt like he was in an ethereal state. The reversal and push came out more smoothly and comfortably than any previous time.

Yan Feng's kick to the ball was able to dodge Simon's flying shovel, and it was only a few centimeters away from the spikes. Simon didn't touch the ball, nor did he touch Yan Feng's people. He landed and continued to slide a meter or two and pulled a small dirt ditch out of the course.

"Oh! Drift!"

Yan Feng turned past his opponent's flying shovel like a speeding car. Let all the viewers who saw this extraordinary person involuntarily shout out.

"Did I fail? I didn't get it?" Simon sat on the ground, a little unacceptable. This tackle, he was ready to be sentenced to death. And as long as it can win benefits for the team, what does it matter if you get a red card?

Simon thought that his opponent would get injured from his own tackle, but he never thought that his opponent would not only be able to avoid him, but also successfully break through. "It's not true!"

But the grass lying next to him, revealing the rhizome, and Yan Feng were flying away with the ball, and the figures were telling Simon: This is true.

After Yan Feng successfully passed Simon, he continued to advance with the ball. Soon he was met by an opponent who came up to defend again. This time, the opponent's posture of being ready to fight and never make a move made Yan Feng understand that it was not easy to break through this time.

Yan Feng aimed at Reinaldinho again out of the corner of his eye, so he passed the ball over, and then ran at full speed. And Reinaldinho saw Yan Feng passing the ball to him, recalled a previous collision with the wall, and immediately knocked the ball back to Yan Feng.

The defender this time may have thought of Yan Feng's goal before. He ran forward after seeing Yan Feng pass the ball, so he immediately turned around and stuck to Yan Feng, wanting to use his body to make Yan Feng unable to catch the ball.

And Yan Feng allowed his opponent to easily destroy his second-hand cooperation. He leaned on his opponent with his body, and then kicked as hard as he could on his feet. After all, Yan Feng's speed was faster. In the case of physical confrontation without suffering losses, Yan Feng took a position.

Yan Feng's eyes were fixed on the rolling ball, and he hit the ball without thinking about it.

"Bang!"

Although the opponent did his best to fall to the ground to block the shot, he was still a step slow. He knocked down Yan Feng, but he couldn't mix the ball.

"Yan Feng's long-range !!"

This ball was as powerful as Yan Feng's usual long-range shots, and the speed was as fast as lightning.

"This goal should be there!" Seeing the unstoppable long shot, everyone thought that this goal should be scored.

"Boom!" was another muffled sound.

When they saw a man in the penalty area fall straight to the ground, they found that the ball did not fly into the net, but hit a Sydney FC defender in the face in front of the small penalty area.

“no!”

"This goal didn't go in!

When the ball changed direction and flew out of the bottom line, everyone had an extremely disappointed expression on their faces.

Then the referee blew the whistle for the end of the game. Everyone sighed. "Hey, it's just a little bit off. If it hadn't been hit, I guess the goal would have been scored. ”

Countless people feel sorry for Yan Feng, and Yan Feng is also extremely sorry in his heart: "If this ball is not blocked, it will definitely be scored." This ball, this power, this speed is the best shot I've felt in a long time. Ay. What a pity. Didn't score twice. ”

At this point, Yan Feng had no way to do it all over again. "By the way, the guy who blocked the ball doesn't know if there's anything wrong?"

Soon, Yan Feng found the hero of that opponent in a bunch of Sydney FC player circles. The man who kept Sydney FC in the draw was their number five centre-back Julmann. At this moment, Ullman was lying unconscious on the ground, and a spherical red mark on his face and bleeding were so conspicuous.

"Oh!! Yan Feng saw that the other party's originally tall nose was now crooked, and he felt sorry in his heart.

"Hey, Yan Feng's heavy cannon is really powerful. Just now, I couldn't even see the trajectory of the ball. It's a pity that the other party is too heroic. Liu Yang said regretfully.

"yes. If this ball is not the opponent's No. 5 who sacrifices himself to block the gun's hole, it will definitely not be able to score. The goalkeeper just now couldn't do it. It's a pity. Li Pengfeng is also very regretful.

"No. 5 Ullman saved a point at Sydney FC, but the price he paid was too bad. After seeing the replay, Liu Yang began to pity Yulman's miserable situation.

"Shhh

"Yan Feng's feet are so hard. This is the real heavy artillery! It can stun the opponent's heavy artillery! He should have been allowed to go up and shoot a few more times! How cool would that be!"

Next, everyone thought of this possibility. But when Yan Feng heard about it later, he just shook his head and said, even if he came a few more times, it would be difficult to kick such a strong ball.

Poor Sydney hero Uhrman, who was only briefly unconscious, was diagnosed with a broken nose after the game. I don't know whether to say that he is lucky or unlucky.

After the game, the reporter interviewed Yan Feng: "You scored the first goal of the Chinese Super League today, how do you feel? Also, when will you shoot?"

"It's a great feeling to score! I shoot all the time. ”

"Do you feel sorry for not scoring the last goal?"

"It's a pity. ”

"The opponent seems to have been knocked out by your kick, and according to statistics he is the sixth player injured in this year's game with you. Do you have any ideas?"

"All I can say was an accident. At the same time, I wish him a speedy recovery. ”

"Excuse me~"

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Because Yan Feng was in a good mood today, and the reporter's questions were relatively normal, Yan Feng patiently answered them one by one.

At the post-match press conference, head coach Stojvic praised Yan Feng even more, saying that Yan Feng gave him a very big surprise.

But Sydney FC's head coach Arnold said that Yan Feng was a fright!

With the broadcast of this game and the high praise of the two coaches after the game, Yan Feng became famous for a while, and many Chinese fans began to know him. And many Australians also knew Yan Feng because of this game, and gave Yan Feng the title of 'Chinese chariot'.

After dealing with the post-match matters, Yan Feng hurriedly returned to the rented apartment. Li Xueer came to watch him play today, and he asked her to rest at home after the game, so she didn't have to wait for him at the door of the court. After the two had a deeper understanding of each other last time, Yan Feng gave Li Xue'er a key to the room.

"Cher, I'm back. Yan Feng happily opened the door, ready to rush over and hug Li Xue'er. But she saw that Li Xueer was not the only one in the room, so she had no choice but to do it.

"Sister Ni, are you there too?"

"What's the matter, I'm not welcome to come to the game?" asked Aunt Ni, raising an eyebrow.

"No, no. Thank you so much for cheering me on. Yan Feng said with a smile, but he almost scolded in his heart: Yes. The devil welcomes you. Do I want to thank you for mixing up my good things tonight?

"Yan Feng, you should be exhausted, right? Come, drink a glass of water first. Li Xue'er smiled and poured Yan Feng a glass of water.

"Thank you. After Yan Feng took the water, he thought to himself, it feels good to have a hostess in this house. Looking at Cher's actions, she will definitely be a good wife and mother.

After that, Yan Feng took them out for a supper. When you're done, go straight home and get ready to rest.

When you get home, you rinse up and get ready for bed. At this time, Yan Feng was depressed. Looking at the roundness of Li Xue'er's chest wearing a T-shirt as pajamas, Yan Feng knew that there was no inner inside, and his heart was hot. Look at Aunt Ni again, she grabbed Li Xue'er with one hand and pulled her into the room next to her. Yan Feng was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood.

This feeling is like being sharpening a knife and preparing for it, but his girlfriend asked someone else to pull him to open a room. "Depressed!"

After Li Xue'er and their door closed, Yan Feng could only reluctantly enter his room.

His own woman slept not far away, but she could only keep the empty room alone. As soon as Yan Feng thought of Xue'er who was sleeping next door, his heart burst into flames. Yan Feng, who had difficulty sleeping, picked up his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to Li Xueer: Xue'er, I miss you. I can't sleep when I think about it.

After waiting for a long time, I saw that Li Xueer had not replied. Yan Feng, who thought that the other party might be asleep, could only exhale and reject the idea of scoring two goals tonight. (He's already scored once in the game today, and he wanted to score once in the evening.) ）

"Do-do-do. Just when Yan Feng was depressed and wanted to take a cold shower, there was a knock on the door.

"Hmm, could it be Xue'er?" Yan Feng hurriedly ran to open the door, and when he saw that it was Li Xue'er, he wanted to shout happily.

"Shh~" Li Xue'er pointed to the next door and motioned to Yan Feng to whisper.

"Yay!" Yan Feng couldn't care so much, he hugged Li Xue'er, then kissed the other party, and at the same time closed the door with one foot.

Soon the two of them were lying on the bed, and the wheezing began to get worse. At this moment, Yan Feng stripped Li Xue'er of everything. Looking at Na Xue'er's charming body, Yan Feng spat and aimed his brother at the tempting goal. I'm going to score!!Shoot again!

Soon the room was filled with gasps and moans. (To be continued.) )