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When the captains of the two teams routinely exchanged team flags, Ling Feng observed the opponent with interest, and the captain of the Menxing team looked at him with the same interest.

Don't get me wrong, the two of them are not "that" interest, but the feeling of meeting opponents, because Borussia Mönchengladbach's captain is Tigers - Stephen Effenberg.

In the flash of the media, the two shook hands cordially, without the sabre-rattling feeling of others, and the reporters could only describe this scene in four words - the smell of the same.

Effenberg is not a good bird, he was kicked back from the United States by the head coach in the 94 World Cup because of the middle finger to the fans of the team, and has never been selected for the German national team again, which is a combination of Asprilla and Schuster, at the same time, he is one of the players with the most yellow cards in the Bundesliga, until he retired in 03, he received a total of 114 yellow cards in 370 games, a record that was not broken by Hamburg defender Holler Bach until 07 (still a question mark, Everyone will know in 07).

In addition, what makes reporters very headache is that the two people in front of them are the top two on the blacklist of major media......

Needless to say, Ling Feng loves and hates him in the media, although this Chinese young man is very gentle, but some of his ghost ideas make people wonder through, and reporters are often tricked by him; As for Effenberg, the media doesn't have a little love, some people say that Effenberg's growth history is a history of verbal battles with many reporters, Effenberg obviously felt that it was not enjoyable after hearing this statement, and he added a sentence "The history of the struggle with the puppies".

It wasn't until Effenberg returned to Bayern that head coach Heathfeld warned the captain to "get him in less trouble" because he knew that wherever he went, he would "mingle" with reporters.

In comparison, Ling Feng was more than just a little bit more than Sven......

"Boy, you're to my liking." Effenberg smiled and whispered in Ling Feng's ear: "I have long seen that magath birdman unhappy, I knew that I would have learned from you when the United States World Cup was in the United States, and drove the coach home." ”

"Hehe," Ling Feng smiled sinisterly, he finally met his confidant, all the players in Hamburg were too honest, even Hollebach, who was known for his short temper, was just a fool who couldn't use his brain, these guys saw themselves like quails every day, it was really no fun.

"Play well when you play, and I'll take you to meet a friend after playing." Effenberg said to Ling Feng in a smug voice, glancing at the corner of the stands as he spoke.

Ling Feng subconsciously looked in that direction, so many fans he didn't know which one, anyway, Schuster took him to see Maradona, Effenberg didn't know who he was going to take to meet, anyway, it was possible for anyone, it was definitely not Pele.

A young man wearing a sun hat in the stands couldn't help muttering to himself with a bitter face: "A Stephen is already a headache, and there is another Biao Wang Ling, my Mercedes-Benz, I would not have driven it if I knew it!" ”

The game finally started, although Ling Feng didn't know who Effenberg was going to take him to, anyway, it was useless to think too much at this time, it was a fact to play the game seriously, otherwise if he lost, then Magath would have something to say.

Borussia Mönchengladbach served and the ball was passed to Effenberg after a couple of passes, who captained the Borussia Mönchengladbach side and was at the heart of the attack.

Effenberg controlled the ball and turned to the wing, the game had just begun, there was no need to rush so much.

Kovacevic immediately pounced, and under Ling Feng's tactical arrangement, everyone had to participate in the defense - although Kovacevic's defense was very bad, he pounced in one fell swoop, and was shaken by Pabulak in disguise.

However, before Pabulak could pass the ball, he saw a figure in front of him turn around, it was Ling Feng! He stepped on the ball with his right foot to meet the big ball of Pablak, and then pulled the ball over with his left foot, a beautiful Limbo steal!

This ball is a stunt of Maradona and Bergkamp, which is usually used to quickly shake past the opponent's defenders and then tear up the gap, and now it is used by Ling Feng to break the ball, which is really a bit overkill.

After breaking the ball, Ling Feng took the ball forward and launched a counterattack on the spot, and the **** stat closest to him in the Menxing team suddenly lost his balance under Ling Feng's powerful impact, and could only watch Ling Feng rush to the side.

Balon quickly ran towards the penalty area, he knew that if he waited until Ling Feng ran to the side before entering the penalty area, it would definitely be too late, Ling Feng's speed was something that his big man couldn't keep up with.

Ling Feng easily shook the 30-year-old veteran Newn in disguise, and before he could turn around, a beautiful pass with his left foot hit the penalty area.

The ball passed very smoothly, but unfortunately Baron's speed was still not fast enough, one step slower than the ball, and he could only watch the ball slide over his head and fly to the other side of the penalty area, and was cleared by the defenders of the Borussia Mönchenchen team.

Ling Feng made a fierce gesture to Balon, and Balon felt a chill in his heart, it's over, there is no good life to live when he goes back!

Effenberg got the ball in the front court, gently made a one-two with Lupescu, shook off the pressing Spoh, and then a beautiful long pass with his right foot, stuffed behind Hollerbach, Swedish teenager Pietersen quickly inserted, but unfortunately when passing, Hollerbach shoveled the ball out of the bottom line with a ferocious tackle.

"What a savage fellow!" Effenberg complained in a low voice, if it was usual, he would definitely teach this guy Hollebach a lesson, but for the sake of Ling Feng's face, everyone knew that Ling Feng was particularly protective of his shortcomings.

Effenberg whipped in a corner and Henkoz flicked the ball out of the box before the Borussia Mönchenchen player did, and it landed right in front of Kovacevic.

The Croatian's speed advantage was on the cards, and he started at the same distance as Borussia Mönchenchen's Pabulak, only to have Kovacevic grab the ball, which was a tabloid revenge for being passed by Pabulak.

Kovacevic, who grabbed the ball, did not hesitate, and saw that Baron's position was a long pass - the pass was not bad in such a run, Baron only ran five meters to catch up with the ball's landing point, and then a header was thrown to the side, Hao Haidong immediately followed the ball, and shook it past Carstenmeier, who was fighting with him for this.

After grabbing the point, Baron had some cramps in his neck and didn't have time to run into the penalty area, so even if Hao Haidong came to the side, there was no way to pass the ball to the penalty area - there was no one there at all - except for the goalkeeper of the Menchen team, there was no one else.

Hao Haidong controlled the ball, facing the Swedish defender Anderson who stood in front of him but didn't dare to kick, Hao Haidong didn't dare to kick at will, the two of them stared at each other like this, looking for each other's flaws.

Kovacevic quickly rushed up and shouted: "Haidong, pass over!" Hao Haidong and Anderson kicked at the same time, but one was a pass and the other was an interception.

Just as Anderson stretched out his foot to stop the ball, Hao Haidong suddenly pulled the ball forward, flashed past Anderson, and then hit a beautiful cross with his right heel into the box.

Baron in the middle had already arrived and forced himself to jump under the pressure of the defenders, but unfortunately the position of the top was a little off after being interfered with, and the ball did not have the power to correct it, and was held by the goalkeeper of Borussia Mönchenchen, Kamps.

Campus drove forward with a big foot, Effenberg unloaded the ball at his feet, and then a beautiful long pass, Polish striker Yuskwiak quickly followed, knocked the ball, flashed the close defense of Skop, passed a low ball into the penalty area, Pietersen outflanked in the box, but the ball was tackled by Hamburg veteran Habtchev on the ground, the ball was destroyed out of the bottom line in advance, and Borussia Mönchengladbach won a corner.

Effenberg sent a corner kick, Henkoz in the middle grabbed the ball with a header and threw the ball out of the box, Kemisk followed up with a big foot to clear the ball, but unfortunately the ball was too big, Baron couldn't grab the ball at all, and the possession fell to the feet of the Borussia Mönchenchen team again.

This is how the two sides attack and defend each other, but neither can create effective shooting opportunities, basically this game has become Ling Feng and Effenberg's offensive organization performance, but unfortunately the ability of the forwards on both sides to grasp the opportunity is poor, unable to turn a threatening pass near the penalty area into a threatening attack.

"Alas! Haidong still can't become a top striker in his own right! It's so uncreative! Ling Feng couldn't help but sigh, the difference between ordinary strikers and top strikers is that top strikers can convert opportunities that are not chances into killing opportunities to break goals, while ordinary strikers can only grasp the gaps generated by the opponent and cannot create opportunities for the team themselves.

If you can't attack for a long time, the morale of the team must be greatly affected, especially when the opponent is not in a hurry.

Effenberg rarely sticks to the ball in midfield, he always chooses the best time to get the ball into the most suitable position, and if it weren't for the quality of Borussia Mönchen's forwards, they would have dominated the pitch long ago.

At this time, Ling Feng knew very well that if he couldn't tear through the opponent's defense, then his goal would soon be unable to be saved.

"Make a free kick!" Ling Feng couldn't help but curse himself, how could he forget his tricks, although the opponent was very careful with his tackles in the danger zone, but if he intentionally made a free kick, it was not hopeless.

It's just that a free kick doesn't mean that it must be scored, even a penalty kick may be missed, let alone a free kick, although Ling Feng has scored so many free kicks, but there are also a lot of penalties that have not been scored, but few fans care about the situation of not scoring.

"No matter, this is no way!" Ling Feng gritted his teeth, exchanged the ball under his feet on his left and right feet, and broke through Effenberg's defense with a change of direction, and quickly led it to the middle.

Stat pounced quickly, but Ling Feng didn't use his speed to shake him off, but leaned on him with his body, breaking forward without being fast or slow.

Start was very depressed, he was very close to the white-haired boy in front of him, but he couldn't break his ball no matter what, and he was weaker than the other party in physical confrontation, so he could only run forward with him, trying to slow down his speed with small movements - how did he know that Ling Feng's speed was not because he slowed down - but did not speed up in the first place.

Lupescu in the midfielder quickly slanted over, but the ball seemed to be stuck to Ling Feng's feet, allowing the two of them to pull desperately, unable to break the ball.

Unconsciously, the three of them had already run all the way from the arc of the midfield to the outside of the arc of the midfield of the Menxing team, and had already entered Ling Feng's range.

Seeing that the other party's Clinkett also made up for it, Ling Feng was not arrogant enough that a person could break through in the encirclement of three people at will, he leaned to the left and made a feint to break to the left, **** Starter and Lupescu, who had been paying attention to Ling Feng's movements, hurriedly stretched out their feet to the left to block, but at this time, Ling Feng knocked the ball inward with his left foot, and neither of them touched the ball with their feet, and directly kicked Ling Feng's thigh, and Ling Feng also pounced forward and fell to the ground.

"It's over!" Effenberg was wondering why Ling Feng hadn't passed the ball all along, only to find out that he had created a free-kick opportunity for himself - although this position was relatively far away, about thirty-five meters from the goal.

The referee blew the whistle for a foul and pulled Lupescu aside for a verbal warning.

Lupescu was very depressed, obviously he and **** Stadt met Ling Feng together, why did the referee only look for him?

Ling Feng got up from the ground neatly, he just wanted a free kick, not to create a yellow card for the opponent, there was no need to pretend on the ground - of course, when it was time to pretend, he would never be ambiguous.

The distance of this ball was a little farther, but it was just the range of heavy artillery attacks, Ling Feng put the ball in place, retreated to seven or eight meters behind the ball, stuck his hands on his waist, and watched the players of Menxing grinding against the wall.

Lupescu and **** Stat, as well as Pabrak in the midfield, reluctantly played the role of the human wall, but they almost fainted after seeing Ling Feng standing so far away.

The posture of this free throw is exactly the same as the "hitting" ball that made a lot of noise in the last game! In the last goal, Ling Feng was stunned and knocked Stuttgart's Kevlik into the hospital with two consecutive kicks, it is said that the purpose is to avenge Ivanoskas, who was tackled by Keflick - now that two of them have just fouled Ling Feng, could it be that Ling Feng is going to stage a beating drama again?

The most depressed is Pabulak, this has nothing to do with him at all, he stands in the middle of the wall of three people, no matter who Ling Feng wants to beat, it is difficult for him not to be affected, in case Ling Feng's foot is off, then he will definitely be shot.

"Oh God! O Lord Almighty! Don't hit me, hit the two of them next to you! Coincidentally, the three "meat shields" all have the same idea......