Yan Feng was so depressed that he wanted to curse. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info but who can be scolded? The game is played by eleven people, and no one can be blamed alone. Even if Costa should have fouled and brought this free kick, Yan Feng didn't feel that there was any need to blame him.

Anyone can make mistakes in the game. At this point in the game, Costa's physical strength has long been overdrawn, and his movements cannot keep up with his thinking, resulting in fouls, which is very common in games.

'If we had scored one more goal before that, they wouldn't have even had any hope of equalising. Yan Feng felt that his side was too conservative. If they could get one in while the iron was hot, the Valencia team would have to raise their hands and surrender at that time. But it's useless to think about it now.

As the person who caused this goal, Costa was so frustrated that he wanted to die. The more he wanted to perform, the more he ended up losing the team's almost impossible victory. He felt like he was the sinner of the team.

"Why? Why is this happening? The Chinese can score a goal, and I fouled the opponent at the end of the game to give the opponent a free kick. Why did I have to foul at that time?"

"I'm real shit. Now well, which Chinese will definitely blame me for all the blame. He scored, I conceded. He's going to laugh at me angrily, right?

Costa thought he would be established as the heart of the team's midfield from this game. He was holding back his strength throughout the game, wanting to show his superior strength. It turned out to be like this. Truth be told, it hit him really hard.

Yan Feng was depressed, but when he looked up, his teammates around him were even more depressed and lost. Looking at the demoralized appearance of his teammates, Yan Feng felt that as the captain, he needed to do something. It was not easy for the team to have the spirit of a strong team, and if this game was beaten to nothing, the loss would be more serious than the two points conceded.

"Brothers, don't be depressed. We've run out of luck in the previous rounds, and now it's time to return the luck. It was really our bad luck to lose two points and we almost took the three points away. It's a pity, but it's nothing, that's what the game is. Everyone cheered up, and when we went back, we discussed the good and bad of this game together, and fought for the next big home win. Yan Feng cleaned up his depressed mood and said to his teammates with a calm face.

"I almost won. It's only a little bit off, it's a shame. It's depressing to think about. Lumban said with a depressed face.

La Liga is very long, as many as 30 rounds, even Real Madrid and Barcelona dare not say that they can win every game. We've taken at least a point away from home, haven't we? Everyone pack up and wait until the fans come from afar to cheer up. Although Yan Feng had similar thoughts to Longban in his heart, as the captain, he always made a different appearance to boost morale.

"It's all that guy's fault, he has nothing to do and wants to foul? Doesn't he know that the game is almost over, how can such an opportunity be given to the opponent?" said Longban dissatisfied, his face still puffing with anger.

"Alright, Lomban. Don't talk nonsense, you can't blame anyone for the final goal. The game was a whole and it was because we couldn't control the ball that we gave the opponent a chance. If it had been me there, I wouldn't have been able to avoid fouling. Well, we are one body, and the credit and responsibility are all ours. Yan Feng hurriedly stopped Long Ban from continuing. If you create disharmony in the team because you concede a goal, it will be worth the loss.

Yan Feng turned his head and saw that Costa was pulling his head and slowly walking away with a depressed and confused expression. Knowing that Costa must have heard what Lomban had just said. After all, Longban, a rough man, is so big that it is impossible to hear it.

Yan Feng didn't want Costa to have any psychological burden. After all, young people in their 20s will inevitably make mistakes, and learning from mistakes is a kind of growth.

"Costa. Yan Feng walked over and put his arm on Costa's shoulder.

"What? You're going to scold me, right? I know it's really me who made a mistake this time. You can scold if you want. Costa turned and whispered with an ugly face.

"You're thinking too much. Costa. I want to say that you can't be blamed for everything. You've done your best, and if you weren't in that place, your opponent would have been able to hit the goal. If I have to talk about fouls, I have more fouls in the whole game than you, and I am averaging no less than 5 per game. ”

"Seriously, this goal is conceded, and I have a lot of responsibility as a captain. If I had been there in time to help, you wouldn't have been fouled. Let me say that the responsibility for this conceded goal is our whole team. When we go back, we have everything to review. ”

Yan Feng said with a serious face.

"This~I~" Costa looked up at Yan Feng with surprise in his eyes after hearing this. He thought that Yan Feng came over to scold him, but he didn't expect to say such a thing.

"I~ thank you. Costa squirmed for a while, then spat out words of thanks. To be honest, Yan Feng's unexpected comfort really touched him.

"Alright. Don't overthink it. That's what the game is. Now, we have to pack up our emotions and go and thank the fans who came with us. Anyway, we still took a point from Mestalla, didn't we?" Yan Feng smiled. Truth be told, after comforting his teammates, he found that he seemed to be much calmer and less concerned about the game. Now that the results are out, let it pass. It's more important to pack up your mentality and be ready for the next game.

"Hmm!" Costa nodded, and the expression on his face softened a lot. Yan Feng believes that at least this will not hit the young teammate's self-confidence.

"Go, brothers, and go and thank the fans who supported us. We couldn't give them a win, but we have to thank them for their support now. Yan Feng turned his head to greet the others, preparing to go together to thank the handful of fans.

And when Yan Feng turned around to greet the others, Costa muttered in a voice that Yan Feng couldn't hear.

"Although your mind is beyond my expectations. But I'm not going to stop me from becoming the boss of the team. I will definitely surpass you and become the core of the team!"

"Let's go, let's adjust our mood. Let the fans see that although we didn't win, our fighting spirit is still there. Yan Feng beckoned everyone to walk towards a corner of the stands, and then reminded everyone.

Yan Feng led his teammates to a corner of the stands and applauded and thanked the two dozen fans wearing Granada uniforms.

And the few fans, who didn't see a single victory, stood up and applauded their fighters.