In less than a second, Wu Feng's move made Belkante stunned, and he barely came back to his senses for half a day.

At the moment when Belcante started, under extreme excitement, he suddenly found that Wu Feng, who was originally two meters away from him, suddenly exploded like himself.

Powerful explosive power like a tiger predator!

Arrow-like speed!

Cheetah-like agility!

Belkante watched as Wu Feng in front of him pressed the football under his feet with extreme accuracy after a sprint. Under his dribbling with such strength and speed, the football was held down by a thin hand like this, how much strength is this, and is this thin Chinese so strong?

This sudden incident made him not come back to his senses for a while, so he just went castrated and bumped into it.

How did he know that the Chinese martial arts used by Wu Feng aimed at Belcante and dribbled the ball off his feet, and the strength and speed were not at the same point, so the force on the football was much smaller.

But the accuracy and timing of this vision and grasp can only be achieved by Wu Feng. Changed to an ordinary goalkeeper, the remaining result is that before touching the football, he was knocked away by the opponent, and even had to be judged a foul and get a red card.

But even so, the power on the football is also full, it can be seen that the strength in Wu Feng's hand is not small, so that Belcante's body stopped when it hit the football, and the result was ......

"Nima, this is murder! I'm rubbing, it's over! Wu Feng saw that Belkante couldn't be restrained by himself, so he quickly withdrew his hand and firmly protected the football and his head.

Being trampled on by such a tall figure is definitely not something he is willing to experience firsthand.

"Beep!"

When Bercante was blocked at his feet and fell in the penalty area, the referee's whistle sounded, and Belcante's foot also stepped on Wu Feng's right hand.

"Ahh ......" Wu Feng screamed, this body size, this weight.

There was a sharp pain in the fingers of his right hand, and Belcanter, who couldn't help it, stepped on Wu Feng's fingers.

A heart-piercing pain instantly swept through Wu Feng's brain nerves, and he couldn't help but cry out in pain with an "ah".

When Belcante moved his feet away, under the great pain, Wu Feng was already holding his wrist and curled up on the ground in pain, even if there were gloves to block it, but ten fingers connected to the heart, it really hurt!

"Is my finger broken? Is my finger broken? It hurts, why does it hurt so much, it hurts! Wu Feng, who was curled up on the ground, couldn't move, a thought only surged in his heart, and he almost felt that his fingers didn't listen to the command.

The referee's whistle seemed to ring in his ears, and there seemed to be an uproar in the stands. It's just that why is the sound so small?

Huge pain occupied Wu Feng's entire body, and painful cries kept howling from his mouth.

This whistle was accompanied by a scream, which immediately made the hearts of everyone in the stadium rise to their throats.

Is it a penalty?

Does Wu Feng's right hand matter?

Under the watchful eyes of nearly 60,000 people in the stadium, the referee soon came to the scene of the incident, he took the whistle from his mouth with one hand, and touched his pocket with the other.

Yellow!

Subsequently, the big screen in the stadium clearly played the yellow that the referee took out.

A moment later, nearly 10,000 Karlsruhe fans shouted excitedly, but then they all showed nervous expressions and looked at the young figure in front of the goal.

Even if they saw the referee hold up the yellow card to Bercante, who was sitting on the turf in a daze, what happened to Wu Feng's right hand that they were concerned about now.

At this time, Belkante didn't care about the yellow card shown to him by the referee, he sat on the turf and looked at Wu Feng who was constantly rubbing his right hand not far away, he wanted to go over and say "I'm sorry", but he didn't know how to say it.

The game was suspended, and Becker and the team doctor rushed directly to Wu Feng on the field almost after the whistle blew.

"George, show Wu! Wu, how are you, can you move your fingers? Becker looked at Wu Feng worriedly, feeling very uncomfortable.

The team doctor in Karlsruhe carefully examined Wu Feng's finger, and his expression was a little serious, "The finger may be broken, I'm not sure now, I have to send it to the hospital as soon as possible." ”

"Broken fingers? Broken fingers? How so? Wu Feng was completely overwhelmed all of a sudden, stunned, and stunned. Stay there, your mind goes blank.

"What? Then send it to the hospital immediately! Becker was anxious when he heard this, and immediately said.

"Wait, wait a minute!" Hearing that he was going to be sent to the hospital, Wu Feng hurriedly stopped him, he felt that his finger should not be broken, but it might have hurt some nerves on his finger.

After spraying the painkiller mist, after two or three minutes, Wu Feng finally slowly felt some sensations on the middle finger and ring finger of his right hand, although it was still very painful, but at least it was not broken, he could feel the pain and touch on his fingers.

"Me, my finger is not broken, nothing, big deal, no need to go to the hospital for examination now! I can hold on until the end of this game, we can't afford to lose now! Although Wu Feng did not speak very smoothly, the firmness in his tone made Becker and his teammates a little surprised.

"He's going to keep playing?"

In the end, at Wu Feng's insistence, Becker looked at him for a while, and finally had to agree to Wu Feng's insistence.

"Oh! Oh! Although Wu was injured in his right hand, he still insisted on continuing to compete, but was he really okay? The most important thing for a goalkeeper is his hands, and if he insists like this, if the injury worsens, it will affect his future career! We can only hope that in the next games, Wu will not be injured again! Although Shears didn't understand Wu Feng's persistence, he was moved by Wu Feng's persistence.

"Ah Feng is really a little impulsive, he should pay more attention to protecting himself, he is not only representing himself now!" Duan Yixuan in the live broadcast room didn't understand a little, but he was more concerned about Wu Feng.

Seeing that Wu Feng was going to continue to insist on the game, the referee blew the whistle for the game to continue, and then Belkante walked up to Wu Feng and said: "Wu, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it!" ”

Hearing the apology of this big man's opponent, Wu Feng smiled slightly, he knew very well that he couldn't complain about Belcanter in that situation, if he wanted to say blame, it was also the result of his own pounce on the football in advance and knocked others down, which can be regarded as an alternative "self-inflicted".

"It's okay, I have something to do with this, in that case, you can't control it, it's not your fault! Go back, the game is going to get on! Wu Feng said with a smile.

The game continued, but this time Wu Feng was injured by his finger, and in the next game, the fingers of his right hand basically couldn't touch any shots, and he could only use one hand to save.

If this was an ordinary goalkeeper, then he should have retired a long time ago, but Wu Feng is different, even if he can only use one hand, he can play 90% of his strength.