As soon as he heard that Wu Feng was more powerful at saving penalty kicks, the Chinese uncle surnamed Hu couldn't help but light up, and in this game, Wu Feng's performance already made him feel very powerful. Although he doesn't know much about football, he also knows that there doesn't seem to be a goalkeeper in the world who is not afraid of penalty kicks, so he can't help but be a little skeptical.

Seeing that this uncle looked a little suspicious, Li Ziming hurriedly said: "Uncle Hu, just watch, you will know after the penalty kick starts, if this game can continue to the penalty shootout, you must appreciate the charm of Ah Feng's penalty kick!" It's like art. ”

Nuremberg's Vitek soon stood in the penalty position, and he was a little apprehensive in the face of the super goalkeeper who had saved Stuttgart five times, but as a good striker, he quickly removed the uneasiness from his mind, although he had just covered Wu Feng with a hot pot before.

After taking a few deep breaths, Vitek gradually calmed down, he didn't look at Wu Feng, because Wu Feng's eyes were as cold as a beast, which really made him a little numb, and he felt as if he could see through all his actions.

This is actually not his delusion, because Wu Feng is indeed like a full-range electronic scan at this time, observing and analyzing his every movement in order to make a timely save.

Vitek soon tasted the pain of Stuttgart's players, even though he tried hard, but under Wu Feng's superhuman observation and speed. Even though he hit the lower right corner of the goal, no matter how fast the football was, he still couldn't get faster than Wu Feng's five fingers, and as soon as he flew in front of the goal, he was easily slapped out by Wu Feng.

"It seems that he is very nervous, and he is afraid to look at me now. But you think you can kick in without looking at me? It's so naïve, the fear in your heart, as long as you don't dare to face me for a day, you can only live in my shadow, it seems that you are like this, it will be difficult to play this state in the future! It's coming, it's left! It seems that you have indeed messed up, so no wonder I am! ”

The moment Wu Feng kicked the ball at Vitek, he immediately noticed the direction of his shot, and even observed his strength very clearly, and then he was like a tiger predator, the whole person jumped over, and flew out with his left hand, away from the penalty area.

After Vitek saw the football being shot out, he couldn't help but squat on the ground with his head in his hands, he felt that he was so defeated, so he gave the same penalty, he still failed, and lost to this magical Chinese goalkeeper again, the opponent at the moment actually gave him a feeling of invincibility, making him feel very small.

"Oh my God, Wu once again continued his myth of saving penalties, and Virtek's beautiful and accurate penalty was once again rejected by Wu! Look at his relaxed appearance, as if such a shot was easy for him, and it didn't take much effort at all! Biase once again cheered Wu Feng's brilliant save, which he felt could have been as exciting as a shot.

In the stands, in the corner of the overseas Chinese, the uncle surnamed Hu shouted as if he saw a beautiful woman without clothes, "Wow, it's amazing, it's so exciting!" Ah Feng, you are so good, this kind of save is really ......"

He couldn't find any words to embellish it for a while, so he could only keep yelling and making his friends smile slightly, because they were just as excited at the moment, and it turned out that the goalkeeper's save could be as exciting as a striker.

These overseas Chinese who have lived in Germany for more than ten years, or even decades, are not particularly interested in football, but they still know a lot under the influence of their ears and eyes, but the men's football in the motherland is really hated by iron.

Although the penalty was saved, it was not the last, and in the following game, the Nuremberg players found that the opponent was very tough defensively and was not afraid to foul in the penalty area.

Soon in the 68th minute, Nuremberg was awarded a second penalty, and Cohen also received a yellow card, but he did not feel guilty, on the contrary, as if he succeeded, Wu Feng also gave him a thumbs up, indicating that he had committed a timely foul.

For this second penalty, Vitek did not continue to take the penalty, but another striker-Schroeter, but he played this penalty with even worse quality, which was easily blocked by Wu Feng with one hand, and then quickly hugged it.

"Oh! NO！ Schroeter's penalty was also saved! ”

Nuremberg's players and fans couldn't help but sigh, they felt a little desperate at this moment, and the penalty that was supposed to give away the same point seemed more like a sarcasm to them.

They can't even kick a penalty, what qualifications do they have to challenge Wu Feng. After two penalty shoot-outs in quick succession, the morale of the Nuremberg players hit rock bottom, and they felt particularly depressed.

But there is only one person in it, he is Mintal, he is still full of fighting spirit, and he feels that such a goalkeeper is more worthy of his full effort.

At this moment, in the stands, the sound of drums has become the sound of Wu Feng's shouting, that is, more than 30,000 neutral fans have shouted Wu Feng's name, and they are also excited by Wu Feng's rapid save.

Mintar asked Banovic for the ball, then easily controlled the ball and, unguarded, turned to face the defender.

When Marc saw Mintal asking for the ball, he immediately rushed forward, he remembered the instructions of head coach Becker and guarded against Mintal, but he was still one step too late, and his defender had a black and white elf under the feet of Mintal.

Mintar rushed to Marc with the ball with a smile on his face, it was a confident smile, he didn't know how many times he had shaken Marc in this game, he felt relaxed.

The Nuremberg fans in the stands were excited, and many screamed: "Over him!" Over him! ”

In Malke's eyes, Mintar on the other side is a smiling tiger, his smile does not mean friendliness, he acts as a barrier in front of the backline, he must buy time for the recovery of midfield.

"Come on, you've come to me! See who's better! Marc spoke loudly, but he was a little nervous, and he could only scratch his finger at Mintal.

If it was before, in the face of such a defeated man, Mintal would definitely ignore it and rush over with the ball. But now that the morale of his teammates has been low, Mintar now knows how to break the confidence of his opponents and boost the morale of his teammates.

He smiled as he dribbled the ball and said, "Okay, I'm going to pass your right, be careful." ”

After saying that, he dribbled the ball to break through from the right, but Marc didn't think that Mintar would tell him the direction of his breakthrough, he thought that the opponent was trying to mislead him, and he moved his weight to the left to prevent Mintar from dribbling the ball from the left side.