free people

Chapter 116 Deadly Arc
After the rest, Schalke 04 finally ushered in the first home game after winning the Europa League, German Super Cup and European Super Cup.

In the second round of the league, they played against Augsburg at home.

Augsburg was promoted from the Bundesliga last season and ranked 14th at the end of the season. The current primary goal is to gain a firm foothold in the Bundesliga. This time the away challenge to the Bundesliga runner-up must be defensive, so Stevens continues Boldly discharged his three forward formation.

Before the start of the game, Schalke 04 showed off the three trophies they just got.

Club president Rayberg was in high spirits.

"This is the best era for Schalke 04! We have the top scorer in the Bundesliga, the best player in the Europa League, the German Super Cup and the UEFA Super Cup, the eternal legend Raul, and a group of the best players in the world. Players and, of course, a great manager! Three titles is not the end, it's just the beginning!"

Yang Feng was bored listening to him bragging, while looking at his own system, thinking about how to arrange cards.

The main reason is that Recoba, who has just arrived, doesn't know how to arrange it.

This guy is really awesome. The ball feel, free kick, and long-range shots are all S, and the main attributes of offensive players such as dribbling, passing, long passing, shooting in the penalty area, and vision are also A.

This allowed Yang Feng to come up with two sets of S-level plans.

If it is a heavy breakthrough, it is the sense of the ball: Recoba (S), dribbling: Isco (S), agility: Quaresma (S), stop: Berbatov (S);
If you shoot again, it is the sense of the ball: Quaresma (S), dribbling: Isco (S), shots in the penalty area: Milito (S), long shots: Recoba (S), stop: Bell Batov (S).

Or long shot: Yang Chen (A), free kick: Recoba (S).

While still hesitating, the audience suddenly burst into applause.

Raul next to him nudged him and motioned him to watch the big screen.

Yang Feng looked up, and saw a close-up of himself appearing on it, and the audience applauded him.

He quickly squeezed a bright smile on his face and waved his hand towards the stands, which caused even bigger cheers.

Under the leadership of the live DJ, the shouts of the home fans gradually became the same word.

"M!V!P!"

"M!V!P!"

"M!V!P!"

The fans of Schalke 04 are notoriously loud. When all the voices are unified, the power is simply earth-shattering.

Only then did Liu Fanshu in the stands really feel the love of this city and this stadium for Yang Feng.

When the players came out, Yang Feng received the biggest applause; when the heroes who won the championship appeared on the screen, he was the one at the end; among the home jerseys seen in the stands, the number 9 appeared the most; as for this This kind of scene where the audience shouted MVP, she seems to have only seen it on the NBA broadcast...

She was covering her ears at first, but after a while she was infected by the crowd and started screaming.

Yang Feng originally thought that he was just going through the motions casually, waving his hands casually like everyone else, and it was over. He didn't expect that everyone seemed to be endless.

He pursed his lips, stepped forward, raised his hands high and waved at the surrounding stands, and then bowed a few times, the applause in the stands gradually quieted down.

Back in the team, Draxler approached quietly and said, "Are you distracted just now? Are you thinking about that female reporter?"

"What female reporter?"

"Hey, I saw it all, when I was in Monaco," Draxler said YD with a serious face, but his tone couldn't tell, "She's really hot, if I were you...wait, you wouldn't You don’t even need contact information, do you?”

"I'm a shy person."

"Pooh!"

Voices came from both sides at the same time, besides Xiaode, even Raul couldn't help but want to spit on him.

Although they were receiving cheers, the players couldn't show too obvious smiles on their faces, because the former Schalke 04 coach Ivy Horvath just passed away a few days ago, so all the players wore black veils on their arms as a condolence .

On this day, sorrow and joy intertwined and intertwined, hovering over the Veltins Stadium.

After the excitement, the game finally started.

Augsburg is under pressure.

Not only because of the horrible atmosphere at home, but also because the main lineup of Schalke 04 who won the triple crown is standing opposite.

Unnerstahl sits at the goal, Fuchs, Matip, Höwedes, Uchida Atsuto form the defense, Hegel midfielder, Farfan, Draxler wings, Yang Feng, Raul half Halfway forward, Huntelaar rushed forward.

"Augsburg played a 4-2-3-1 with two midfielders.

Goalkeeper: 1 Yanqi;

Defenders: 2 Ferhah (C), 3 Sankoh, 15 Langkamp, ​​17 M. De Jong;

Midfielders: Bayer 10, Otter 16;
Avant-garde: 8 Musona, 7 Gu Zizhe, 13 Werner;
Forwards: 23 Bonsai. "

Yang Feng didn't make a plan until before going on the field, and the rest remained basically the same. The newly obtained Recoba was placed on the long shot, and the original Yang Chen was placed in the stamina column.

When Augsburg served the ball, they originally wanted to control the rhythm and try to attack first, but Schalke 04 was like a wolf like a tiger, and rushed over fiercely as soon as the whistle sounded.

Augsburg was caught off guard, and there was a moment of confusion immediately.

Werner received the ball and couldn't find the way out of the ball, so he could only try to force Atsuto Uchida.

Atsuto Uchida is now more confident than ever, aiming at the right moment to strike decisively.

Vernal dodges the ball, but it is half a second late, and the football is broken by Atsuto Uchida.

Uchida Atsuto immediately made a long pass after stealing the ball. Yang Feng deftly stopped the ball, turned around and circled the defender, and suddenly kicked the goal.

The football draws an exaggerated arc, and with a "bang", it flies off the baseline as it rubs against the crossbar.

Not only the Augsburg players were taken aback, but even Schalke's coaches and players stared wide-eyed.

When was this long-range ability developed?

This bastard is secretly making progress without telling everyone?

This kind of long-range shot has not been kicked badly and can't be practiced with dozens of footballs, right?

"Yang Feng cleverly got rid of... shot?! Oh, what a pity, it was almost... It was a shot from 30 meters away! The quality is very high, only one centimeter away from the goal, this is from Asia's No. [-] defender and Asia's No. [-] Great connection from the forwards."

Augsburg also has an Asian player in the No. 7 midfielder Gu Zizhe.

But no one will call the Asian derby.

In the face of Yang Feng's rise, the neighbors have mixed feelings. On the one hand, they are encouraged by the emergence of another genius in Asia, and on the other hand, they are slightly pantothenic because this genius does not belong to their own country.

Japan is okay. The national character is naturally in awe of the strong. With Uchida Atsuto as a buffer, many Japanese fans have become fans of Yang Feng. South Korea is more divided, and all kinds of voices are different. Yes, there are those who are sincerely convinced, there are those who are envious and jealous, and there are also those who are dismissive.

Gu Zizhe naturally wanted to show, but there was nothing he could do if the team was beaten at the beginning of the game.

And after being knocked out by Yang Feng, Augsburg was even more frightened, and the formation was almost compressed to 10-0-0. Those who didn't know thought that they had already led their opponents and were holding on for time until the end of the game.

"Look at Yang Feng, the three magic weapons to break the dense defense: breakthrough, long-range shooting, and set ball. He has all of them. His performance will determine the final result of this game..."

The teammates obviously thought the same way. Although Stevens did not explicitly say that he would fight around Yang Feng, his tactical arrangement had already tacitly assumed his role as the core of the offense. Coupled with Yang Feng's recent performance, a fight would not At the beginning of the game, others will naturally kick the ball at his feet.

Just now, he made a threat with his first kick. Yang Feng thought that today's kick would be smooth, but as the game progressed, he realized that was not the case at all.

The dribbling was bumpy, the passing was also ineffective, and another long-range shot hit the opponent's defender Ferhah, which aroused bursts of glaring glances.

"The law of conservation of state?"

If Yang Feng's status curve is declining from the peak, then Farfan's is obviously rising, and it is the kind that has already started to turn red.

In the 7th minute of the game, Farfan dribbled the ball from the right and hit the goal with a kick. The goalkeeper did not respond, but the football hit Huntelaar's leg and reflected the bottom line, otherwise the Peruvian would have harvested his own First goal of the season.

In the 10th minute of the game, Draxler cut the ball inside and was cut off. Farfan snatched the ball back with a sliding shovel, and then passed the ball to the forward Marty Pu, but Marty Pu almost passed the pitch. The plane above shot down.

In the 17th minute of the game, it was another good pass from Farfan to Yang Feng. Yang Feng made a burst shot, and the football directly hit the head of Augsburg captain Ferhaher.

This is already the second time, either kicking someone in the chest or headshot, anyone would think that Yang Feng did it on purpose, which almost caused a conflict between the two sides.

In the 20th minute, Farfan was tripped to the ground after receiving a pass from Raul and won a free kick.

Yang Feng once again stood in front of the penalty spot, his posture was wide open, and his aura was full.

Duan Xuan said with full expectation: "Schalke 04's free kick, Yang Feng is obviously not in a good state in this game, I hope this free kick can help him regain the feeling of his feet."

The commentator of the Great Universe Empire has a different opinion, "Yang is going to take this free kick. According to the statistics of "Best Eleven", he has taken 11 free kicks so far, but only one is a direct hit. He still played cleverly and scored from the bottom of the human wall by taking advantage of the opportunity to jump from the human wall. The Chinese free kick level is actually not as good as the rumors... Well, although his posture is very beautiful..."

Yang Feng's free kick has been specially practiced. Although it depends on some luck to score directly, it is by no means useless.

The ball was served beautifully. It flew over the top of the wall and then fell rapidly. It was a very standard leaf ball, but unfortunately the angle was too straight, and it was easily confiscated by Yanqi.

"Unfortunately, he still didn't score. How many shots is this? Fourth? Fifth? Yang Feng is really just a cup player, and he became mediocre when he came to the league..."

"Two of Yang Feng's four shots hit the goal frame, but unfortunately he couldn't break the goal, and he was a bit unlucky...Hey, Director Xu, have you noticed that Yang Feng seems to have more long-range shots in this game? Could this be a tactical arrangement?"

Xu Yang said: "It should be. After all, they set up an iron bucket formation. In order to avoid injuries, long-range shots are the best way, but we all know that it is actually more difficult to score from long-range shots under such circumstances. Let's see luck."

On German TV [-], Sauer's opinion is completely opposite, "Yang's performance in this game is relatively average, maybe he has realized this himself, so it is indeed a good way to break the deadlock with long shots , but I have to say, I prefer to watch his performance in the penalty area, yes, long-range shots are not suitable for him, not everyone is Mateus, you can blast the opponent's door from outside the penalty area..."

Farfan looked at Yang Feng suspiciously, and almost wrote "Can you do it?" on his face.

After this free kick, Augsburg finally launched a decent counterattack.

Bayer directly made a long pass to find Gu Cizhe, and Gu Cizhe and Werner hit the wall and then passed diagonally to the left side of the penalty area.

Bonser hits a tricky angled curveball against Howedes' defense.

Unnerstahl was beyond his reach and had already raised his hands to surrender, but Fuchs rushed in at the nick of time and almost pushed the ball over the goal line.

Bonser and Augsburg's coach Weinzier jumped up together.

"Go in! Go in! Go in!"

"Cross the line! It's a goal!"

The referee was indifferent, and Bangser rushed over and grabbed his collar in a hurry, "It's a good ball, the football has passed the goal line!"

"I'm not blind, I have my own judgment," the referee said coldly, "You better calm down, if you can't calm down, I can help you."

The football has been cleared to the midfield. After Yang Feng dribbled forward, he fell into the siege of the opponent again. There would be a foul at any time. The referee didn't have time to talk nonsense with him, so he ran over non-stop.

Yang Feng made the most exciting performance since the game, dribbling the ball through the crotch of Mussona, Autor and M. De Jong, but unfortunately, before he could enter the penalty area, he was brought down from behind by the frustrated De Jong on the ground.

Another free kick.

And this time, both the distance and the location are better than the previous one.

Augsburg was waiting for the battle, but Yang Feng kicked the ball into the wall, so that the kick happened to be Ferhahe, who had been kicked by him just now...

Ferhach ran over angrily after clearing the siege with his big foot, and stared at Yang Feng, "Chinese boy, do you have any opinion on me?"

"...you don't believe me when I say I didn't do it on purpose?"

"Three times! Do you believe me or not?"

"Believe it or not."

"Do you want to fight?"

"Afraid of you?"

Team members from both sides rushed up to separate the two sides.

Time slipped away like this, and in the 37th minute of the game, Yang Feng tried another long shot.

This time it missed Ferhah, but it hit the goalkeeper...

The fans of the visiting team booed loudly, and seemed to be afraid that he would misunderstand his long-range shooting ability. This time, even the home fans were embarrassed to encourage him with applause.

On the contrary, Stevens saw the way. This kid has indeed developed long-range shooting ability, but long-range shooting is a matter of one shot and one shot, and Yang Feng may feel really cold today. Point, people's defense lines are densely laid out, and it is already remarkable enough to be able to do this.

He took advantage of Draxler's incoming throw-in and yelled behind him, "Keep Young going!"

"what?"

Draxler thought he had heard it wrong, so he turned his head and asked seriously, "What did you say?"

"I said let Yang continue!"

Draxler was confused, "Continue to what?"

"Keep shooting! Shoot! Shoot!"

"Understood, understood, understood."

After serving the ball, Xiaode came to Yang Feng with a confused expression on his face, "Boss told you to continue playing..."

"Playing?" Yang Feng looked like a dog, "I'm not playing!"

"Come on, who are we with whom, I don't know you yet?"

With the support of the head coach, Yang Feng became even more presumptuous.

The game soon came to the 42nd minute. Atsuto Uchida passed a long pass over the top. Farfan knocked the ball directly in Yang Feng's direction without stopping. As a result, he regretted the ball as soon as it left his feet.

I saw that Yang Feng was already running fast, his left arm was swinging exaggeratedly sideways, his right foot was raised back high, and then he twitched violently.

Long shot again?And it's a long shot from 30 meters away?

If it was before, everyone would have thought it was a fake move, but after so many times in this game, everyone knew that he would come for real.

Ferhach scolded his mother while holding his head and turned around to block it.

He was already prepared for a sharp pain in his back, who knew that after he flew over, the football still didn't come.

"broken……"

"Fake action! Yang tricked Ferhach, this is an extraordinary... huh?"

It was a dribble, but after shaking Ferhaher away, Yang Feng took two random steps, and then volleyed with his left foot.

Ferhach hurriedly looked up.

From his point of view, the ball was way off the mark, almost heading for the corner flag.

A trace of ridicule just opened the corner of his mouth in time, but the next moment it turned into a gaping mouth, with a ghostly expression on his face.

It can be seen more clearly from the viewer's overhead perspective.

I saw the football drew a capital "C" shaped trajectory in the air, bypassed the defenders, and rushed into the goal fiercely against the goal post.

The goalkeeper didn't respond, and turned his head after the football entered the goal, staring blankly at the football that was still spinning rapidly on the ground.

"GOALLLLLLLLLLLL! Yang's super world wave! I take back what I just said, he is definitely a very good long-range blaster! This ball is incredible! Such an arc, such a speed, such a spin, this goal is simply a A work of art!"

"Yang Feng...the false shot was really good, beautiful...huh? Did you shoot? I still want to try...Go in!? The ball went in! Yang Feng's super long-range shot! This goal is simply amazing!"

"And it was scored with his left foot," Xu Yang said excitedly, "The arc of the ball is straight out, it's really beautiful!"

Yang Feng opened his arms and ran to the sidelines the moment the football entered the goal, and then he glided on his knees in a soul-stirring way.

He clenched his fists tightly and roared to the sky, making the entire Veltins Stadium explode like an explosion. Unfortunately, he was handsome for only three seconds, and his teammates quickly ran from behind and pressed him down hard.

All kinds of welcome males, males, strong males, lock males...

Liu Fanshu jumped up along with the fans around him, and Stevens on the sidelines also excitedly clenched his fist and slammed it into the air.

All the Augsburg players were a little sluggish, and this goal directly knocked out their spirits.

At the end of the first half, the two sides entered the locker room with a score of 1-0.

Everyone was discussing the goal just now, and the screen was replaying the scene just now again and again.

"Kneeling, is Carlos alive?"

"When did you become a heavy gunner?"

"Just now you scolded him for acting recklessly, who knew he was directly slapped in the face."

In the locker room, other people were also pressing Yang Feng.

"When did you practice long-range shooting?"

"I practice every day."

"Aren't you practicing free kicks?"

"Isn't a free kick just a long shot?"

"is it?"

"Isn't it?"

"yes?"

"If you say no, then it's not."

"But why are you so bad at free kicks..."

"Is it bad?"

"Isn't it bad?"

"Shut up!" Farfan couldn't take it anymore, "I'm done! I feel cheated by you! You can't even kick a free kick!"

"Who said that?" Yang Feng put Recoba's star card on the free kick, "Keep your eyes wide open in the second half to see what a textbook free kick is."

"I'm watching," Farfan pointed to his eyes, "If you don't score, I won't give you free kicks in the future."

"You have no chance..."

In the second half, Farfan was still the most active player. Unfortunately, although he had a high success rate in dribbling, he didn't score goals. The players had no choice but to increase their defensive actions against him.

Then Yang Feng's chance came.

In the 62nd minute of the game, Farfan won a free kick on the right, and Yang Feng kicked the ball out of the baseline.

In the 70th minute of the game, Farfan broke through and was shoveled to win a free kick. Unfortunately, he was kicked off the crossbar by Yang Feng.

In the 80th minute, Farfan made a wide-ranging transfer, and Draxler was knocked down by Autor as soon as he received the ball, winning the third frontcourt free kick for Schalke 04 in the second half.

Farfan couldn't help it, "Hey..."

"Don't be hey," Yang Feng said, "I have a hunch that I can score this goal."

"I have this premonition every time I take a free kick!"

"Then your premonition is too unreliable."

Farfan said: "The last one!"

"Impossible," Yang Feng continued to insist, "This is just the beginning."

The fans didn't think so, but Yanqi, who was standing in front of the goal, didn't dare to think so. He carefully observed the angle, and kept asking the teammates lining up the wall to adjust their positions until they got impatient.

Yang Feng stood in front of the football, with one hand on his hip, in a pose.

The whistle sounded, the run-up, the right arm swings sideways, and the left foot hits the goal.

The deadly arc that surprised all the audience just now made its debut again.

The football flew directly past the wall, then retracted rapidly, flew in from the upper right corner of the goal, and rolled against the net before falling to the ground.

Farfan looked at the goal, then at Yang Feng, "Damn..."

　The last round of the Premier League last night was simply...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)