There was a glint of appreciation in Diego's eyes, and the defense of this city was much more interesting than Marque's. But his passion was even greater, and he soon turned to apathy, his left shoulder tilting down without warning, and the outside of his left foot slamming towards the football!

"Hmph, want to force a breakthrough? Is this all there is to your skills? The same is true of the world's best Brazilian midfielders! ”

A sneer appeared at the corner of Zhang Cheng's mouth, and his right foot quickly took a step across, blocking the opponent's breakthrough route in advance!

"Boy, if you want to be a world-class top defender, you are still far from it!"

Diego dangled with his left foot and flicked the ball quickly on the outside of his right foot to break through in the opposite direction. When he passed by Zhang Cheng's side, he said a word.

Zhang Cheng was taken aback, and it was no longer in a hurry to grab it, because his body had already leaned out to the right.

The on-site commentator suddenly shouted, pulling his throat to exaggerate the atmosphere: "Single knife, Diego is going to be single?" Will he be able to break through Woo's defense? We look forward to it! ”

Pisot and Gerra were pulled apart by Rosenberg and Krasnic, and Diego barely had a single defender in front of him. He could face Wu Feng directly, and this was the first face-to-face duel between the two.

"Is this the main midfielder of South American Brazil? The strength is very strong, and the small town was broken through all of a sudden. Interesting, think about Ronaldinho, it must be stronger, let me try your portion first! ”

A picture of a big rabbit tooth flashed in Wu Feng's mind, he knew that he would have to meet the other party sooner or later, and it would be good to try it with his teammates now.

With an arrow step, Wu Feng jumped out of the small penalty area like a tiger descending the mountain, rushed in the direction of Diego, and the brave won when he met on a narrow road, although the single knife seemed to be a little unfair to the goalkeeper!

"Sortie? You big idiot, you can be so stupid, but...... Anyway, no matter how hard you struggle, I'm going to put the ball in the net, I'll see if you're really that strong as a goalkeeper! ”

A victorious smile appeared on Diego's lips, and his shoulders began to shake back and forth again, trying to dazzle Wu Feng.

However, Wu Feng's sharp eyes did not have a trace of panic, he didn't know how many times he had touched the single knife ball, and he didn't need to be too nervous at all. He rushed forward as always, not caring at all about the other person's shoulder movements, he knew it was all fake.

Wu Feng only cares about the connection between football and Diego's feet, and the more confident the dribbling player, the more confident he is in his feet. But no matter how man and ball are one, there is always a second between football and players who are separated, and Wu Feng just wants to seize that moment, and the victory or defeat between the marksmen is just that moment's kung fu.

"It's now!" Wu Feng felt that moment appeared, and his body rushed to the football at Diego's feet as if he was teleporting. And Diego was also blocked by Wu Feng in an instant, the football was pounced, and his body fell on the turf due to inertia.

"How is that possible? So fast! So far! Fly straight to your feet, just like the teleportation magic in the movie! Diego, who fell to the ground, looked at Wu Feng who was holding the football in disbelief, and his eyes were full of impossibility, even Kahn and Buffon were difficult to pounce on his football directly.

"Great! Our patron saint, China Wu, has won again, and it is almost impossible for anyone to shake him off, since he joined Karlsruhe, he has never lost in the single knife here! ”

In order to ease the physical strength and emotions of his teammates, Wu Feng slowly nailed the football to the corner arc of the small penalty area, and the effect of delaying at this time would be much better, even Becker couldn't help but praise Wu Feng, who had a very delicate grasp of the situation on the field.

Wu Feng gently pushed out of the penalty area with the arch of his foot, Zhang Cheng retreated, and directly flicked the outside of his right foot to the left side. Left wing-back Jonas also didn't stop the ball and passed diagonally to the centre circle, and Federico held Bowman firmly with his back this time, and gently crossed his forehead to distribute the ball to Polcello next to him.

As soon as he stopped the ball at his feet, before Porcello could turn around, Owomoela had already inserted it from the diagonal side, and it seemed that he wanted to cut off the ball directly at Porcello's feet.

However, Porcello suddenly kicked the ball a few meters away and then used his speed to rush straight out, and he competed with Owomoela for speed. In the face of this lightning assault method, Owomoyela couldn't catch up with his speed at all, and could only look at his back and sigh secretly, which was also the most direct and simple and effective breakthrough.

Because of this, Werder Bremen was unlucky at half-time, almost turning on his back, and seeing Schaaf hanging his head and chest on the sidelines.

However, after Nadal's interception, Bolcello had to slow down, and Owomoiela finally caught up. Porcello rushed to the outside of the arc of the central penalty area and turned back, and the two faced each other again!

"Interesting, heads-up?!" Porcello stuck out his tongue and licked his somewhat dry lips, and then the outside of his right foot flicked horizontally to the right!

Owomoira did not dare to be careless, and kept a distance of two meters from him and moved laterally. However, Porcello is a player of speed and agility, and suddenly he made a sudden stop and stepped on the football with his right foot.

Owomoyela steadied himself and repositioned himself to prevent his opponent from breaking through. But at this moment, Porcello moved again, not to break through, but to pass, but to take advantage of the moment of surprise of the opponent and suddenly pass out.

It was Capalani who received the ball, who had the better pace and continued to move to the left in the face of Nadal's defence, and it worked so hard that he quickly opened up the gap.

"That's enough, just let me see the goal and I'll be able to shoot! This is the result of Wu's training, it depends on the strength of your goalkeepers! ”

Capalani's right leg swings up sharply and he quickly kicks a muffled shot! The ball slammed into the goal like a cannonball, and although he was still 25 metres away from the opponent's goal, it was not too much of a problem for him.

The football "buzzed", without the slightest arc, and flew straight towards the upper right corner of the Werder Bremen goal, Nadal in front of him hurriedly stretched his leg to block, but he only touched the air, this shot was too sudden, too fast.

Wiese in front of the goal didn't have any special expression, although the shot was very powerful, but it didn't have an arc, and it was relatively easy to save. Wiese then leaped forward, trying to catch the ball with both hands.

But soon although Wei Ze's feet fell to the ground steadily, his face became red, although he took this shot, but the football shook his hands numb, and his hands no longer felt anything, he did not have Wu Feng's sad arm strength and grip.

"Smack!" The ball quickly got out of control again and fell to the turf, "Suffer!" ”

The oncoming Freis was a little flustered, and then rushed up frantically, wanting to shoot directly. However, Wiese was not slow to react, and immediately kicked the ball out of the box on the right side.