"What? This Chinese broke Mohard's ball so easily?"

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"Hehe, Mohd has today. Now look at how he will brag in the future? He will be defeated at the feet of a Chinese. Ha ha. ”

"Haha. Mohard was planted, and the ball was easily cut off by a Chinese. Did Mohard make himself soft last night by soaking the chicks?"

When everyone saw this scene, they all stopped in great surprise. In their opinion, Mohard should have easily dumped Yan Feng, but now what did they see? The Chinese broke the ball at Mohard's feet with great ease, and Mohard, who lost his position, was still carried to the ground. This was too much of a surprise to them. Some were surprised, while others began to laugh at Mohd.

"Hmm~ Sure enough. This Chinese player is indeed as stated in the physical test report. The physical fitness is amazing!" Head coach Lopez also saw this scene, and he remembered the physical report of Yan Feng he had seen before. "With such physical conditions, there may or may not be surprises. ”

"Mohard, this guy, I guess he went to play again last night. It's such a bad state today. I really don't care about myself. The assistant said with some hatred.

Lopez just shook his head slightly and didn't say anything.

"How is it possible? I have been defeated at the feet of this hateful Chinese?" and Mohd, who was the person in charge, sat on the ground and was a little confused for a while. The reality was too different from what he imagined, which made him unacceptable for a while.

"Is this really a Chinese? When did the Chinese have such a strong physical fitness? Shouldn't they be like the two Chinese before, weak and unable to help the wind, and fall down when touched? What went wrong? Why this time, it was the same Chinese, but it was me?" Mo Hede was full of thoughts about these things that he thought was incredible.

"I accepted this gift. It seems that you are nothing more than that. After Yan Feng controlled the ball, he turned his head to look at Mohard, who was sitting on the ground, and said with some disdain. It's a pity that his words are destined to be in vain. Mohard didn't know Chinese at all.

After seeing that the other party did not react, Yan Feng raised his head and swept around, and found that both his teammates and the main group were looking at his side blankly. The corners of his mouth lifted in some smugness, and then he waved to his teammates and shouted, "Attack!"

After shouting, without waiting for others to respond, he turned around and rushed to the opponent's backcourt with the ball.

After seeing Yan Feng shouting a mulberry, everyone reacted and hurriedly re-entered the game. Keeping up with the attack, he ran forward, and chased Yan Feng if he wanted to defend.

And at this time, everyone discovered an amazing thing. That is, Yan Feng sprinted too fast. Not only could the people in the main group not be able to catch up, but even their teammates wanted to keep up, and they were quickly thrown away by a distance. However, the strikers who were originally dragging forward were very happy, and with such a fast attacking speed, they could have a greater advantage before the opponent reacted.

"No, I can't let this Chinese get his way! I have to sabotage his attack, even if I take him down." "This Mohd has finally recovered from the blow. He immediately got up from the ground, and then chased after Yan Feng.

In Mohhard's opinion, he is tall and has long legs, and he has always belonged to the team with relatively fast speed. As long as he breaks out with all his might, he will definitely be able to catch up with the Chinese who is advancing with the ball. However, he was soon disappointed to find that he could not catch up with the other party at all.

Yan Feng was in a state of excitement after cutting off the Mohad ball, so the speed that erupted at the beginning was very fast. But after running wildly for a while, he felt a sense of powerlessness. This made him realize that he had not yet adapted to the rhythm of the team, and his physical condition was not as good as before.

Yan Feng's outburst rushed directly from the backfield through the middle circle and approached the backcourt of the main group. At this time, another midfielder in the main group, who had been dragging behind, came up to defend. Seeing that someone came up to defend him, he swept left and right, and then decided to pass the ball.

Yan Feng took the lead and gave the ball to his teammates not far away, and his speed slowed down. He felt that his sprint seemed to have squeezed all the physical strength in his body, and he had to gasp for breath. In fact, he has been in need of gasping since the start of the second half.

"This pace is too fast, my physical recovery can't keep up!" Yan Feng thought helplessly.

"No, I have to persevere. It's all rushed here, and you can't give up halfway. I've got to keep on attacking. Yan Feng gritted his teeth and continued to run. Although he can't have a tacit understanding with his teammates, he still understands some common movements.

Because Yan Feng's transition from breaking the ball to launching a quick counterattack was too sudden, the original poorly prepared main group failed to organize the defense in time. This made Yan Feng's group no less troops in the front court than in defense. This is a very cheap thing to do in football. Therefore, the forward players in the group with Yan Feng also want to seize this opportunity.

However, after all, it is a latent supplement, and the strength is much worse. In the case of not losing numbers, the defense was not broken. If the time drags on, the main group will be in place.

Not wanting to miss such a good opportunity, Yan Feng saw the opportunity and gritted his teeth and ran out of the position. "Here, here. Give it to me!"

The teammate who was in possession of the ball, although he was not familiar with Yan Feng, did not hinder his tactical literacy. He saw that Yan Feng was indeed in a good position, and he was being guarded by the defenders, so he just passed the ball to Yan Feng with a slight hesitation.

"Good ball!" The ball passed by this teammate was quite good, and Yan Feng was overjoyed when he saw it. He stared at the rolling ball, striding and swinging his leg as he guarded against his opponent's pressing. Then he slammed it on the ball.

"Bang!" the ball burst out and went straight for goal.

GOAL!!!

Yan Feng's kick was full of speed and strength, and the main goalkeeper failed to block it.

"Whew~Whew. Yan Feng threw a punch excitedly and panting.

Finally in. Haha, my first goal in Spain. It's just a training session, but it's a good start.

"Well done. ”

"Go in beautifully!"

After seeing Yan Feng's goal, teammates in the same group came over to celebrate. Although they didn't have much of a cold for this Chinese at first. But now that everyone is together, and they have scored the ball on the side of the main group, it is also worth cheering.

"Thank you!" Seeing that a teammate came to congratulate, Yan Feng was very happy.

"Your shot is so strong. It's so strong!" a teammate exclaimed.

"Huh. It's ok. "Yan Feng wanted to say that this was actually not my strongest shot. His burst shot in his heyday, with much more speed and power than this ball. However, his foreign language made it impossible for him to speak what he wanted to say.

"Damn. Damn it. He will be blinded. Mohard desperately chased after him, but the final outcome was that when he was about to catch up, he could only watch Yan Feng kick the ball into their goal.

"It's too early to get complacent. I'll tell you. You're just lucky. Your essence is a yellow-skinned monkey who can't kick football. Mohard looked at Yan Feng, who was happily celebrating with his teammates, which annoyed him. In his opinion, the goal was a slap in the face.

Soon, the game resumed. After scoring a goal, the main team put away their dismissive attitude. They're starting to get serious.

And the submersible team was in high spirits after scoring a goal. No one wants to admit that they are inferior to others, and Yan Feng's goal made them see the hope of competing with the main force. So they started playing better and better. This allowed them to survive under the onslaught of the next main group.

After all, the main group still won in terms of strength, and they still had the upper hand on the field. In comparison, although the submersible group still has some counterattack ability, there are more offensive opportunities on the main group's side.

There are many offensive opportunities on the main side, and Mohard also has more opportunities to get the ball. And he didn't forget the humiliation that Yan Feng's steal and goal brought him. Whenever he gets the chance, he definitely wants to get back on the field.

No, he finally got a really good chance to get back on the field. After a series of cooperation, Mohard appeared in front of Yan Feng's defense area, and he also happened to get the pass from his teammates.

"This time, I'm going to let you know how good I am. Luck can't help you forever. Mohard looked up and saw Yan Feng's eyes focused on defense, and decided to take the opportunity to take revenge.

"Huh?" Yan Feng smiled after seeing Mohard's expression. "Hehe, it seems that you have not been taught enough. Come on. Little, let my brother tell you that the court relies on strength, not mouth. ”

"Huh. Not again. They're starting to go head-to-head again. ”

"Mohard is trying to get back on the field. ”

"You say, this time, who won? Mohd or the Chinese?"

"This time it should be Mohard who successfully dumped the Chinese." Before, it must have been Mohard's carelessness. Now that Mohad is serious, it is not easy to guard against him. Mohhard's ability to excel is well known to everyone in the team. ”

Seeing that Mohard was ready to fight Yan Feng again, the players around him all laughed and chatted, and some even began to bet.

Ignoring the opinions of others, Mohard was serious this time. Serious, he has absolute confidence to break through his opponent. You know, he's known to his teammates as the new Yaya Toure. On the pitch he will not lose to a Chinese.

Mohard once again showed all his strength, and he wanted to show real strength to teach the Chinese in front of him. And before he could use all his strength, he found that Yan Feng had revealed a flaw. My heart immediately blossomed. "Haha, sure enough. That's what you're really capable of. It's really flawed. Your luck is gone this time, see me get past you!"

After seeing Yan Feng reveal his flaws, how could Mohard miss it. He looked at the loopholes in Yan Feng's defense, pushed the ball, and followed with his long legs.

Mohard rushed over, he left Yan Feng behind, his face showing the joy of successful conflict. However, soon the smile on his face froze.

"Well, where's the ball, where is the ball at my feet?" Mohard didn't feel like he was touching the ball again, he looked down and saw where the ball was, and there was no shadow of the ball under his feet or for a few meters in front of him.

After Mohard found that there was no ball in front of him, he turned his head and saw that the ball was firmly controlled at Yan Feng's feet. "No, what's going on? How can this be?"

Mohard did not know that he had clearly grasped the flaws of the Chinese and successfully broke through. But why is the ball at the opponent's feet?

Mohard didn't know how he got the ball off, but the people around him could see it very clearly.

At first, the Chinese did look like there was a big flaw in the defense. They all thought that this time the Chinese would definitely break through easily. And Mohard did grasp the flaw and rushed through the side that seemed to be abrupt. But when Mohard pushed the ball that way, the Chinese bounced his foot out at a speed that was so fast that it was difficult to see, and just stopped in front of the ball. Then the Mohd people were gone, but the ball was left.

"Oh! Mohd was once again successfully dispossessed. ”

"Wow, this Chinese looks a little uneasy. ”

"It's unbelievable that the ball can be broken. It's a flaw over there. I can see it all. ”

"This Chinese seems to be a little different from the two Chinese before him. ”

For Yan Feng to break the ball from Mohard's feet again, everyone was surprised, and they also began to feel that Yan Feng was a little uneasy.

After Yan Feng broke the ball, he didn't pay attention to Mohd, who was hit again, and he ran forward with the ball again. However, after running for a while, he realized that he was not in a position to support the attack he had done again.

And this time, the main team was not as careless as before, so the defense line was very neat. This didn't give Yan Feng much chance, and soon someone stood in front of Yan Feng.

Yan Feng looked at it, and then considered his own situation, so he gave the ball to his teammates, and then stayed where he was.

Due to the calm defense of the main group, the submersible group failed to score this time. However, this counterattack attack can be regarded as a hit.

After watching this scene, head coach Lopez looked at Yan Feng's figure and nodded thoughtfully. "It seems that the Chinese player's defense is still good. This defense just now, he should have deliberately exposed flaws!"

The assistant next to him didn't know what Lopez was thinking, and he pointed at the somewhat frustrated Mohd in a somewhat unkind tone and said, "Mr. Lopez, I think we should stop it." Just now, Mohd's performance was a little too disunited. ”

"Hmm. Lopez listened, then just nodded.

Seeing that the coach agreed, the assistant immediately stopped the game, then walked to the field and began to instruct, and also criticized Mohd's solo eating behavior.

"Hey, Yan, you're guarding against Mohad, you're doing a good job. Now, he was so angry. Ha ha. You don't know how arrogant he used to be, always showing off his foot skills. On the side of the submersible group, a white player said to Yan Feng with a smile.

"Oh. Hehe. Uh-huh. Although Yan Feng didn't understand, he saw the other party pointing at Mohd, who was bowing his head and being criticized, and probably understood what the other party was saying. Then he nodded with a smile on his face.

The assistant coach explained for a while, and then the game resumed. After the restart, the game was relatively normal. Mohard doesn't seem to have recovered from two defeats at the hands of Yan Feng. He no longer wanted to single out Yan Feng, but he was also a little depressed.

And in the next game, until the end of the training match, there was no special change on the field. Neither side changed the score. In the end, it was the main group that won the submersible group 2:1.

The training match is over. Yan Feng felt that his performance today was much better than yesterday. Although I still haven't adapted to the rhythm here, I still show some characteristics of my own. He thought it was already pretty good. As long as he continues to work hard, and when he is fully adapted, he believes that he will be able to dominate as he did in the Super Time.

"Huh. Today's training session, it feels really good. Hehe, especially to see Mohd eat deflated, it's really happy. The player who was during the suspension said to Yan Feng and the others in the update room.

"Hehe, you see, Mohard didn't even say a word this time, and left after changing his clothes. I guess he won't be able to sleep today. Yan, you did well today. You, the Chinese, have strength. ”

"Huh. Thank you. Gomez. "Yan Feng already knows that this person's name is Hugo Gomez, he is a defender, and he is a good person, a very sunny guy.

"Strict. At this time, another voice called Yan Feng.

"Hey, Sandel. Yan Feng smiled back when he saw that it was Sandel.

"Yan, you did well today. Sandel said.

"Thank you. Yan Feng was very happy to hear other people's affirmations.

"Mohard, he. I hope you don't become hostile to him. Xander continued.

"Huh? this~"

"He's a troublemaker. Still, I know you're not. The team needs to be united. Sandel continued.

"This. As long as he doesn't cause trouble. I wouldn't do anything to him. Yan Feng thought for a moment and said. He really didn't want to get into a conflict with that. Not afraid. And not not worthless. He is a man who is destined to return to the first team to play in La Liga, and he is angry with these small people, and he has lost his identity.

"Hmm. See you then. See you tomorrow, everyone. Sandel nodded, then waved goodbye.

"Goodbye. "Goodbye Sandel. (To be continued.) )