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Chapter 191 The only thing that can defeat magic is magic
Yang Feng rushed to the football at full speed, and shot at the falling football.

Terry Han approached him head-on without fear of death, but the football flew past his shoulder. On the contrary, Yang Feng couldn't brake in time and bumped into him directly.

Yang Feng felt that he had hit a wall, and Terry felt that he had been hit head-on by a tank, and both of them fell to the ground.

The football blasted by Yang Feng passed Cech's palm, hit the crossbar hard and flew out of the baseline.

Everyone quickly helped them up.

Yang Feng rubbed his chest, thankfully he didn't hit his head on it just now, otherwise concussion would have been possible.

Terry also rubbed his bumped chest in pain, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he sneaked back just now, otherwise he would not be able to pass this test with two or three bones.

There was warm applause from the audience, and they didn't know what the hell these people were up to, they just felt the pain.

Terry is used to being a tough guy, and he wanted to hold on, but Yang Feng persuaded him and let Cross pat him off, but he didn't hold back at all, and let Ivanovic help him to the field side.

The team doctors on both sides rushed in and picked up the man halfway.

They just sat in the medical area to catch their breath, and they worked hard on the field.

"Oscar made a diagonal pass, and Cahill volleyed wide from the left rib of the penalty area from 14 yards! Chelsea missed a good chance to equalize!"

"Schuerle passed the ball, Ramirez broke through the middle, and Yaya Toure again! Oh, it didn't break clean! Schurrle came up again, a long shot! Thanks to Oblak."

"Who says Mourinho is conservative? Chelsea's offensive is very fierce. Look at it again... It's still Ramirez, crossed, and Torres headed the goal! The strength is a bit weak, and Oblak easily takes the ball confiscated."

"It's Manchester City's turn to counterattack, Yaya Toure, Kroos, David Silva, this offensive line is very clear, pass back, or Kroos, assigned to Nasri on the other side, Nasri's left side of the penalty area Suddenly cut inside! Shot... eh? The whistle sounded, and the referee ruled that Aguero had fouled first in the penalty area...Yang Feng and Terry stood on the sidelines, and they seemed to be fine..."

David Silva high-fived Yang Feng and said, "Are you all right?"

"It's okay," Yang Feng said, "They are very fierce."

"That's right," Silva said, "Tony and I want to collect it first..."

"Shut up, do it head-on!"

Silva spread his hands speechlessly, "You are the boss, you have the final say."

When Yang Feng ran to the front, Silva waved his hand forward, signaling his teammates to press on.

Cech kicked the ball to Ashley Cole, and Yang Feng rushed towards him immediately.

Lampard immediately responded back, but Kroos also stuck to him immediately.

Ashley Cole could only protect the ball and turn around, ready to cross Terry, but Aguero had also pressed to Terry's side, waiting for him to throw himself into the net.

Ashley Cole had no choice but to pass Cech back, but Yang Feng turned a corner in front of him and chased the football.

Aguero also stepped on the accelerator and rushed towards Cech.

No matter how they looked at it, it was impossible for them to catch up with the football, but the momentum was scary enough. Cech was so scared that he ran up to the football, not daring to delay for half a second, and kicked the ball towards midfield.

The ball was passed so violently that Oscar had to take a few steps back slowly, preparing to use the inside of his foot to unload the ball. Unexpectedly, Chrissy killed him quietly, and the moment he was about to catch the ball, he crossed into it. In front of him, he kicked the ball to Silva.

David Silva looked at the penalty area. Aguero and Yang Feng, who were walking back from the gate, turned sideways at the same time and made a starting posture.

Terry and Cahill were on the verge of a formidable enemy, and quickly used their hands and feet to firmly block them between them and the goal.

Silva was about to take the ball forward and slowly look for opportunities, but Yang Feng put his shoulder against Terry and raised his hand at the same time.

"...Manchester City played very aggressively, and the pressing in the frontcourt made Chelsea a little uncomfortable...Silva took the ball and passed it directly?"

"This pass is a bit sloppy... sloppy! Uh, beautiful pass!"

When the football was passed to the goal, Terry, Aguero and Cahill immediately rushed over together and jumped to head the ball at the same time. On the contrary, Yang Feng, who raised his hand to signal Silva to pass the ball, stopped in place just after taking a step. , and also took a step back like a blessing to the soul.

The football was hit by Terry and Aguero at the same time, and flew crookedly towards Yang Feng's direction.

The audience and the players on both sides of the bench jumped up.

Yang Feng swung his right foot back, and immediately ejected the football after it fell.

He deliberately pressed down, not daring to be too violent, but aimed at the upper right corner of the goal. He was [-]% sure of the moment the football left his feet, and he was ready to turn around and run to celebrate. Unexpectedly, Cech was like a god. The instant the shot was made, the reaction was...

If his pause and retreat just now came from the unique sense of smell in front of the goal of a god-level striker, and an occasional flash can create a shocking goal, then Cech's reaction can probably be interpreted as a god-level goalkeeper. A special perception of danger, which can make even the best striker doubt life once in a while.

Only magic can defeat magic, and there is no reason at all.

The commentators from all over the world were stunned by the metaphysical offense and defense of the two men who had opened their eyes of foresight.

"Yang shot, GO... huh? Cech made a god-level save! He accomplished an impossible task! His reaction speed is faster than lightning!"

"Yang Feng's shot from close at hand was blocked by Cech! It's amazing, Yang Feng predicted the trajectory of the football, and Cech predicted Yang Feng's shot!?"

Of course, there is no prejudgment, it is completely an instinct, just like those seemingly inexplicable shots and saves on the football field, even the parties themselves cannot explain why, anyway, everything happened so suddenly.

Cech roared through the mask, and hammered his chest.

This scene can definitely become another highlight masterpiece in his career, and it is the kind that is worth reminiscing about the video over and over again after retiring.

Yang Feng lifted the hem of his jersey to wipe off his sweat, and silently retreated to the back of the goal.

Kroos walked towards the corner silently, and other Manchester City players also entered the penalty area. The Chelsea people who had just breathed a sigh of relief immediately became nervous again.

"Although Yang Feng's shot was saved, Chelsea's crisis has not been completely resolved. Manchester City won a corner kick..."

Cech pointed to Yang Feng, saw that Terry and Ashley Cole had pinched him from left to right, and was still worried, and warned: "Don't let him run!"

Before Terry and Ashley Cole could respond, Yang Feng smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't run away."

As soon as the voice fell, he squeezed hard and broke free from between the two.

Terry and Ashley Kolfak let out a cry, and quickly followed.

Kroos saw it and passed the ball quickly.

Yang Feng ran too fast, and it was too late to adjust. He jumped up and shot with a barb the moment the football flew overhead.

Terry got too close and was almost kicked on the head by him, but luckily he escaped.

This time Cech was completely helpless, he could only watch the football being drawn by Yang Feng, and then bounced hard to the ground.

Seeing that the football was about to enter the goal, unexpectedly the bouncing football hit Yaya Toure's arm...

Yaya Toure hurriedly turned sideways to avoid it, but his forearm still hurt.

it's over...

"Kroos took a corner kick, Yang Feng... a barb shot! The ball went in! The football first bounced to the ground and then bounced into the net! Hey, the Chelsea players seem to have something to say..."

"Handball! The football hit Yaya Toure's hand first!" Terry yelled at the referee.

Lampard also raised his hand, "Handball first, the goal is invalid!"

"Yaya Toure is offside even without handball! The football must have touched him!"

Yaya Toure still wanted to quibble, but the referee shook his head and said, "I saw it, can you stop being so excited, gentlemen?"

"Eh..." Yaya Toure, who accidentally became a pig teammate, shrugged apologetically at Yang Feng.

"It's okay," Yang Feng waved his hand generously, "Come again!"

"The referee signaled that the goal was invalid. Look at the slow-motion playback. Indeed, the football hit Yaya Toure's hand. It's a pity that such a wonderful shot."

"Cross and Yang Feng have a perfect understanding. It is completely impossible to see that the two have just become teammates for three months. This may be the tacit understanding between geniuses."

"Manchester City did not look conservative because they were leading by one goal, Chelsea ushered in a severe test..."

(End of this chapter)