"Oh! no! it's not true!" said Al Ain's head coach Dalic on the sidelines, holding his head in disbelief. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info But the facts are there, no matter how much he doesn't believe it, R&F did score a goal.

The original advantage in his hand is now completely gone, and the two sides are standing on the same starting line. But at this time, it was a major blow to Al Ain. They didn't hold on to their home stadium and lost their best chips. This made them start to doubt their belief in winning.

By this time, Dalic began to regret his defense. He regretted that he had changed his style of play in the second half, and regretted that he had retreated to the back and given up the initiative to his opponent.

But there is no regret medicine in the world to take, and Dalic, who realized that he had made a mistake, began to get anxious. At his home turf, because of his poor strategy, the team is now passive, which is his responsibility. He can't afford to make any more mistakes.

"Cheer me up. It's our home stadium and it's time to let go of the baggage. Attack, go all out. Dalic began to shout loudly to his teammates on the field.

Perhaps seeing the manager like this, the fans at home also tacitly began to cheer for the team. Soon, singing rang out around the stadium: "We are Al Ain and Allah is with us." We are Al Ain and we are the fighters of Allah. Under the guidance of Allah, go into battle bravely. Great warriors, we are with you. For Allah, for Al Ain, for glory ~~~"

Amid the singing that resounded across the pitch, the players of Al Ain began to stand up firmly. They walked firmly and silently back to their places. For the sake of Al Ain's dignity, they need to give it a go.

Seeing the opposition players gradually becoming more determined in the song, Stojkovic couldn't help but frown. Soon, though, he stretched out again and smiled confidently. The team recovered the disadvantage, Yan Feng also began to fire at full power, and the whole team also adjusted to the best state. Now that everything is developing in the best interest of himself, there is no need for him to be anxious or even worried.

And the truth is exactly what Stojkovic thought. Although Al Ain launched a fierce attack on R&F under the singing of the fans, R&F, who was no longer restrained and had high morale, stubbornly carried it again and again with the overall pressing defense.

If you just stick to it, you can't do it. R&F, which has now let go, will not do this. At every opportunity, they used quick short passes to penetrate the centre circle defence, but they constantly threatened the back line and the goal. And Yan Feng is no longer as focused on defending Omar as he was in the first half. After struggling to tear Omar with his body, he rushed to the front court again and again to participate in the attack, and then ran back to defend with all his might.

It was under the hard work of R&F that not only did not give Al Ain the same chance as in the first half, but also threatened the opponent's goal with a shot from time to time. Especially since Zahavi, he has completely resurrected since that goal. He started to give Al Ain a headache with his nimble movement and accurate shots. Coupled with Yan Feng's strong back-up attack, Al Ain's defense felt more and more difficult.

In the fierce fight, time flies. Before you know it, the game time is approaching 70 minutes. By this time, the starters had basically begun to experience a significant decline in fitness.

Yan Feng also began to feel that his physical fitness had decreased, but fortunately, he could still hold on. And Omar, who has been pestering him, will have even more physical consumption at this time. Omar didn't say that he was already inferior to Yan Feng's physical fitness, and under the squeeze of Yan Feng's superior strength, the consumption was twice as large as usual.

Omar is starting to lose some of his kicks, and while his technique at his feet allows him to control the ball well, he struggles to make any more kills. At this time, he began to feel a sense of powerlessness rising from his heart. He had tried his best, but the other party still looked like he couldn't run out of energy.

He had never felt so depressed as he did today. He didn't be lazy today, he didn't lose his energy, he was full of firepower. Although the opponent couldn't completely see him in the matchup, it also made him unable to help the team score. And the opponent had an assist.

He was defeated. He was utterly defeated. Although the game is not over yet, he has already lost.

Maybe it's the effect of frustration, maybe it's the effect of the lack of receptor energy, in short, Omar made a mistake. In one attack, there was a mistake in the pass, allowing the R&F player to intercept the ball in the middle of the game.

R&F launched a quick attack, and Yan Feng also struggled to follow up. Al Ain's defense zone began to panic. They started to nervously retreat, and they needed to regroup their defenses.

But R&F will not give them a chance to reorganize their defense. And Yan Feng is even less sure. So, after Yan Feng, who used his speed to keep up with the attacking players in time, came to his own starting area, he hesitated to ask his teammates for the ball.

This time it was Wang Song who was in possession of the ball, not Lu Lin. Lu Lin was replaced by Wang Song because of lack of physical fitness.

Although Wang Song's tacit understanding with Yan Feng is not as good as Lu Lin, he is also a powerful player who has played in the Chinese Super League for many years. After hearing Yan Feng's shout, he also kicked the ball accurately towards Yan Feng without hesitation.

"It's good to come. Here's my chance. Yan Feng was overjoyed by the cooperation of his teammates.

“u~no!” Li Mingzhu hurriedly blocked in front of Yan Feng, so that the latter couldn't directly hit the door. Lee Myung-joo is still blaming himself for conceding a goal before. He thinks that he failed to prevent Yan Feng from conceding the goal, and he has to bear a lot of responsibility. This time, he was determined not to let Yan Feng have that chance again.

"Huh! It seems that the physical fitness can still hold on!" Yan Feng was surprised by Li Mingzhu's exhaustion. In a fierce game like today, there is not much to play at this point.

"But that's not enough. You still can't stop me from moving forward!" Yan Feng believed in the old. I was able to get past you before, and I can still do it now. As long as I pass you, I can knock on the door.

Yan Feng was determined to come by himself. This time, though, he's no longer so straightforward. He slowed down a bit and feintmed.

Matthews feints. Lee Myung-joo was not fooled.

When this is just a false trick. After Yan Feng made the Matthews feint, he didn't use his instep to pull the ball hard at the end. After just touching it lightly, the right foot continued to do a bicycle.

Hmm? I want to pedal a bike. I'm not going to be fooled. And it's even more unlikely that a bicycle like yours will sway me. Lee Myung-joo is resolutely unaffected by feints. He didn't stretch his feet, just took a light step back.

"Ha, you've been fooled after all. Yan Feng was overjoyed. The purpose of his feints is not to make his opponent shake and thus deceive the opponent's defensive position. His real aim is to keep the opposition in their defensive stance.

Maintain the same defensive posture, and that will keep the strong and weak side of the defense down. In that way, the weak side direction that Yan Feng chose would allow him to break through there calmly.

And Li Mingzhu's weak side of the defense is right on Yan Feng's right foot. Because, after Yan Feng used his right foot to draw a circle in front of the ball, he did not use his left foot to pluck the ball to the left or draw another circle. After Yan Feng landed on the ground with his right foot, his body leaned to the right, and at the same time, his left foot made an inward dial. Reverse and push it out!

Li Mingzhu, who was the focus of the whole society, judged that Yan Feng was really about to break through this time. At the same time, he also saw the direction Yan Feng chose to break through. Lee Myung-joo reacted and struggled to intercept with his left foot. However, because his posture is semi-sideways, his back is tilted towards his left foot. As a result, his outstretched feet could not reach their maximum length and speed.

As a result, of course, he couldn't touch the ball. He was once again overwhelmed by Yan Feng using the same technique.

Li Mingzhu didn't give up there, he had to desperately turn around and pursue. But Yan Feng's speed of eruption was even faster, and when he turned around, Yan Feng used his position to open him. After realizing that he couldn't catch up, Li Mingzhu stretched out his hand.

Li Mingzhu touched Yan Feng's jersey, and wanted to pull it with joy in his heart. But soon, he found that he couldn't pull it at all, and he couldn't grasp it with an indomitable force. And the consequence of not being able to grasp the corner of his clothes was that Li Mingzhu fell to the ground by himself.

"Oh, is this No. 44 really human? It's crazy. I can't even pull it. Seeing this scene, the people around the stadium let out similar exclamations. They were no longer surprised by Yan Feng's drifting pass, but this time Yan Feng's speed and strength shocked them again.

"Can't stop it? We can't stop this guy, are we going to lose?" said the home crowd began to feel a sense of frustration that they couldn't defeat their opponents.

"Look, that guy is ready to shoot. He's going to shoot from a distance!"

"Danger! This guy's long-range shot is not much different from someone else's shot in the penalty area!"

"Oh my God. Are we going to concede again? Are we going to lose?"

Allah, stop him!"

In the panic of the home fans, Allah really appeared.

"Beep!" A whistle sounded, and Allah, the referee, appeared on the field. He stopped Yan Feng's shot.

"What? I'll copy it!" Yan Feng wanted to vomit blood depressedly after hearing the whistle. You know, he has made all the leg swings. When the whistle was heard, he almost subconsciously forcibly controlled his foot to avoid the ball. Then he kicked him in the air and almost strained his thigh.

"Referee, what are you doing? Don't you see that this is an offensive advantage? Didn't you see that I was preparing to shoot?" Yan Feng's eyes widened and he looked at the referee with an incredulous expression. He needs a reasonable explanation from the referee.

But the referee finally said that the opponent had already pulled his clothes and fouled. He allowed the foul to be made, but he didn't blow it.

"I'll copy it!" Yan Feng was so angry that he wanted to eat the referee. What an opportunity. At that time, there was no one in front of him to block the route, and as long as his explosive shot hit the goal, the opponent's goalkeeper was likely to be unable to prevent it. What a goalscoring opportunity!

I probably know that this time it was the referee who helped a lot. Several of Al Ain's players walked over, blocked between Yan Feng and the referee, and gave the referee a thumbs up, indicating that the referee's judgment was very accurate.

"It's so shameless!" If the gaze can kill, at this time, the referee must have a lot of holes on his body.

Several other R&F players also came to express their dissatisfaction, but in the end it didn't help. In desperation, Yan Feng and the others only admitted this secret loss.

The foul was committed some distance from the edge of the high penalty area, so it wasn't a good free-kick opportunity. Yan Feng didn't come by himself, although his strength was enough at this distance, but he was not good at taking free kicks in the face of the human wall. In the end, it was Wang Song who came out to take a free kick, and his free kick level was still good.

It's a pity that due to the distance, under the pursuit of force, Wang Song hit high.

This attack, although R&F was not successful. But it has put a lot of pressure on Al Ain. In the face of this frightening defensive pressure, Al Ain has become a problem at the back. In this case, they begin to look like they want to press it but don't dare to.

"Press it up. Offensive. Hit them with offense. "Dalic was desperately demanding from his teammates on the pitch. But the frightened Al Ain didn't come out of it just by thinking about it.

Under the rise and fall, when the opponent was still hesitating, R&F began to attack in a big way.

R&F, who is fully confident, has played a fluent attack that has come out of the Chinese Super League in the past very beautifully. The mercury-like attack rushed past Al Ain's line of defence and advanced to the edge of the box.

"Give it to me. Yan Feng came up again.

And this time, Li Mingzhu decided not to give Yan Feng a chance to catch the ball. He followed Yan Feng and squeezed the latter with his body. At the same time, Omar also came to flank with him.

Faced with this situation, Yan Feng did not panic. Anyway, at this time, he will not be afraid of any confrontation and defense. He held Lee on his left shoulder while holding Omar with his back.

Li Mingzhu and Omar both exerted their strength, but they couldn't shake Yan Feng. Yan Feng withstood the pressure of the two and stepped on the ball with his right foot. Then, with a sinking back, he first pushed Omar behind him, and then carried Li Mingzhu with his shoulder. With the force of rebounding, Yan Feng slashed and nudged under his feet, and then came to half-turn and cut inward.

"Beautiful. Here's your chance. Knock on the door. Strict. Knock on the door!" Stojkovic almost jumped up with excitement at this scene.

Although Yan Feng didn't hear the coach's shouting, he also chose to prepare to hit the door.

But at this moment, the whistle sounded again.

"I'll copy! I'll come again. Yan Feng became even more angry, and he stopped his action about to hit the door. Then he turned and glared at the referee with an angry and disbelieving expression.

Then his anger jumped even higher. "Am I foul?"

"I'll copy Nima, are you blind?" Yan Feng couldn't help it at all this time, and his saliva sprayed directly on the referee's face.

“why?why?” This time, Stojkovic and others couldn't sit still. They angrily tried to enter the field to find the referee's theory, but were stopped by the fourth official.

The West Asian referee pointed to Omar, who was sitting on the ground, indicating that Yan Feng had fouled his hand.

"I copied Nima, why did I foul? How did I not know I had a foul? Do you have eyes? You black whistle. It's so shameless!" Yan Feng roared angrily, his expression like an angry lion seemed to eat the referee.

In Yan Feng's yelling, the referee took out another yellow card from his pocket, and then raised it to Yan Feng.

"What?" Yan Feng's eyes widened and his mouth opened wide. He couldn't believe that the referee would be so shameless. Yan Feng only felt that a stream of blood was surging in his head. After an urge to beat someone flashed in his heart, Yan Feng was really ready to punch the referee's hateful face.

"Don't. Yan Feng, you can't do it. Among the teammates who questioned the referee together, Wang Song was the first to discover Yan Feng's intentions. He suddenly grabbed Yan Feng's raised hand, and then pulled it back hard.

"I'll kill you garbage referee, you black whistle. I'm going to beat you to death. Let me go. I'm going to kill this black whistle. Yan Feng was furious, and his reason flew away for a while.

"Don't be impulsive. You can't do it. Calm down. Under Wang Song's persuasion, other teammates also grabbed Yan Feng and didn't let him really play the referee.

"Let go of me. Let me go. Yan Feng's eyes were red.

At this moment, seeing that the situation was not good, the referee shrank his neck and ran away violently. He left Yan Feng far away, and his heart beat wildly when he looked like the latter was about to eat him.

"Strict, calm. Don't you want to play?" Stojkovic rushed onto the pitch as well. He didn't have the heart to trouble the referee anymore. He was scared at this moment, Yan Feng really beat the referee. In that case, it's all over.

"Are you crazy? You want to play the referee. Hit him. Our champions are gone. You calm down. Do you still want the championship?" Stojkovic grabbed Yan Feng and shook it violently.

"Champion? But this referee is messing around like this. How can we win?" Yan Feng finally came to his senses under Stojkovic's angry eyes, and then felt particularly aggrieved.

"Of course we can win. Even if there is one more person on the other side, in the face of absolute strength, no one can stop us from winning. Stojkovic exclaimed.

Yan Feng was silent. He also thought at this moment that he was really too impulsive just now. If it weren't for his teammates pulling him. If he did play the referee, he would probably lose the game. Afterwards, he will definitely be heavily punished by the AFC. Maybe he'll be banned for a year or two. In that case, his football career would be basically ruined.

"Alright. Don't overthink it. Play well. Hit them back with a goal. In the face of force, all yin tricks are useless. Stojkovic comforted.

"Hmm. Yan Feng nodded and took a deep sip of water to calm himself down.

And as soon as he calmed down, Yan Feng began to feel afraid. He didn't know if his fierce and scary behavior just now would make the referee continue to show him cards. If that's the case, it's not worth it.

Fortunately, I don't know if it was weakness or fear, the referee didn't do that. He simply whipped Stojkovic off the pitch and motioned for the game to continue. It's just that he looked at Yan Feng's eyes and began to dodge a little.

Although Yan Feng calmed down, the anger towards the referee in his heart did not decrease much.

"Go on like this. It's not an option. There's this garbage referee there. It's really hard to win. The other party is so shameless, it's hard to guarantee that he won't be punished directly in the future," Yan Feng thought to himself. "No, with this referee here, I really can't kick it. But what can be done?"

The game is starting again. Although Yan Feng was worried that the referee would take the opportunity to find trouble, he was extra careful in defense. However, R&F's overall solid defense still made it impossible for Al Ain to find a flaw.

After several offensive and defensive switches, R&F attacked the front again, and Yan Feng came up again. This time he came up a little late, but it was quite timely.

"Give it to me. Yan Feng asked for the ball again. This time, though, it's a little further out of the box. Li Mingzhu did not press up, but chose to occupy the space in front.

Yan Feng frowned a little when he saw this situation, but after seeing a figure in the corner of his eye, he relaxed. Then, he took a sharp step towards the pass and made a swing of his leg that was ready to volley.

"I'm going, is that No. 44 crazy? It's so far away, and he wants to hit the door when he doesn't have any time?Is he going to help us out?" Seeing that Yan Feng was about to hit the door, Al Ain's people didn't bother this time, but showed a mocking smile.

"You knock on the door. Hurry! ”

And Yan Feng really fought. His right leg slammed into the ball like a whip. This time, though, it wasn't the goal, but another diagonally forwarded figure.

First there was a "bang!", and then it turned into a scream of "bang!" and "ahhh

And the screams were accompanied by the ball flying into the sky with a touch of red. A burst of blood spilled out, accompanied by a whistle and a few teeth flying out.

"Oh! He kicked it off, he didn't hit the goal, he hit the referee. ”

"Oh my God! The referee was kicked. The whole person rose into the air and fell to the ground. ”

"Allah is above, and the referee seems to have fainted. ”

"It's brutal! Did that No. 44 do it on purpose?"

The surroundings suddenly erupted in exclamations for Yan Feng's knock on the door.

Did Yan Feng do it on purpose?

Of course, he did it on purpose. He was aimed at the referee. He didn't even want to hit the door. Because there is no room and opportunity to hit the door at all.

"Black Whistle, I'll make you black. Yan Feng was stunned in his heart. However, he desperately tried to keep a smile on his face.

In the eyes of everyone and the camera, Yan Feng just stayed where he was with an incredulous expression. The wide-eyed, mouth-wide mouth that could fit an egg into it, no matter how you look at it, it's innocent.

Then, Yan Feng ran over quickly to check the referee's situation with a guilty and stunned expression.

"Dark Soli, Dark Soli~" Yan Feng looked apologetic, looking at the referee who fell to the ground, his face was covered with blood, and his nose was constantly bleeding. There is no guilt at all in my heart, but the pleasure of revenge and success.

The referee was unconscious. After emergency treatment by medical personnel, the referee finally woke up. But, obviously, he can't continue to enforce the law. The doctor said he would have to go to the hospital for further medical treatment. Then, the referee was carried out by the single frame.

Seeing this scene, the whole stadium began to be in an uproar.

"Oh my God. The referee was carried away by a single frame. He couldn't continue officiating the game. ”

"The referee is injured, so what will happen to the next game?"

What if the referee is injured and can't play the game? Of course, a different referee will blow it. No, the fourth official is already preparing. (To be continued.) )