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Chapter 95 What's the use of being handsome
Huntelaar ran over and threw himself on Yang Feng.

That stinky sweat, smoked Yang Feng...

Atletico Madrid didn't want to give them any time to celebrate, so Gabi came over after feeling depressed for a while, and shouted, "Get up! Kick off!"

Yang Feng glanced at him speechlessly, pushed Huntelaar away, stood up, walked slowly to the sidelines, and opened his arms to accept the cheers of the fans.

The fans are going to throw up.

"Who's going to save the kids, isn't this a school team celebration?"

"Seriously agree, who can help Fengzi design a celebration action, this is really too low."

"That's right, what's the use of being handsome and not pretending to be coquettish?"

"Isn't it cool to glide on your knees? I want to see three bars."

"Go directly to the palace after gliding?"

"You think it's crooked? The two bars are the knees and calves, and the third bar is the toes, you know?"

"That's the question, does Yang Feng only have one toe?"

"One of them overlaps with the knee."

"Liar! The third one was drawn by Xiao Fengfeng!"

"Fuck! This is a celebration of my full marks!"

"My Brother Feng's noodles!"

Yang Feng didn't know that his celebration was being complained about, and he was still accepting the fans' cries with open arms and slightly closed eyes, feeling very good about himself.

But in the next second, his feet were grabbed by something.

Looking down, Huntelaar didn't know when he had run over, knelt down beside him on one knee, and was pulling his right foot towards his knee.

Only then did he remember the bet the two had made before, the one where whoever scored first scored the goal and the other scored the goal, kneeling on one knee.

Brother Hou had already given up, but now he is convinced, and admits defeat.

Huntelaar himself actually has 6 goals in the Europa League, ranking fifth in the scorer list. With his status as the Bundesliga Golden Boot, his action is not light.

"Golden boots! Yang Feng not only conquered his opponents, but also his teammates, and he is the teammate who scored 44 goals this season!"

33 goals and 11 assists in the league, 6 goals and 5 assists in the Europa League, 1 goals and 11 assist in the German Cup. He scored when he was an amateur team, but Huntela's 1 goals in the first division can compete for the European Golden Boot in previous years.

It's a pity that this year someone is too abnormal. He scored a full 23 goals in other competitions. In La Liga, he scored an unprecedented 50 goals, which directly brought the level of the European Golden Boot to the atmosphere. Not the Bundesliga Golden Boot, but the European Golden Boot!

The Schalke fans were completely relieved.

It is only one aspect to surpass the score again. The happiest thing is to see the two major shooters of the team get along in harmony, and there is no bullshit like grabbing the team and seizing the power.

Huntelaar's interruption seemed to be endless. Gabi wanted to drag Yang Feng back to kick off, but he was afraid that he could not help but do it. Thinking that there was already a yellow card on him, the risk was too great, so he simply told Li Courtois, who was closest to himself, said: "Send them back to tee off."

Courtois trotted to Yang Feng's side, "Hey! Start quickly, don't delay!"

Farfan took a look, good guy, want to make trouble?Welcome!
He ran up quickly, and stretched out his hand, intending to tease Courtois, but Courtois is two meters tall, while Farfan is only 1.7 meters four, and he can reach his chin only by standing on tiptoe. It was weaker by more than a notch, and its lethality was not as great as Yang Feng's light words.

"...so urgent? Didn't pick up enough balls, did you?"

"..." Courtois suddenly wanted to hit someone.

The Europa League has played [-] games, eight games have zero opponents, six games have only allowed the opponent to score one goal, and only two games have allowed the opponent to score two goals. He is the goalkeeper who has conceded the fewest goals in all teams. I thought it would be impossible To win the championship, one of the best goalkeepers in the cup is also guaranteed, but I didn't expect to lose four in this game.

It's all about Yang Feng.

Three were poured directly, and the remaining one was also caused by this guy's cross pass in front of the goal.

The enemy of life!

Juanfran also knew that this kind of thing became more and more chaotic, and it was the most reliable to find the referee, but the referee was still very humane, and Schalke had to celebrate before going to interrupt.

Atletico Madrid's players returned to their positions early, while the Schalke players returned to their positions on a walk.

Huntelaar patted the back of Yang Feng's head, "Ten minutes left, try to break that tiger's record?"

Yang Feng couldn't complain, "Thank you for looking up to me..."

He has scored 17 goals, surpassing Klinsmann, and he needs to score one to tie Falcao's [-] goals in a single season, and two to break his record.

There were only about 10 minutes left in the game, and his stamina bar was empty again, and he scored two more, obviously trying to eat farts.

The game started again, and this time even Huntelaar came back to defend, leaving only Yang Feng at the front as a mascot.

"Schalke 04 set up a 9-0-1 formation..."

"To this level, it's basically a competition of will and luck... Ouch! Good shot! Falcao's mentality is a bit out of balance. It might be better to organize this ball well..."

"Metzelder! He blocked the ball with his body again! How old is Metzelder?"

"30... Oh, there are still 10 days before my birthday, but it can still be regarded as 30 years old, can I be called a veteran?"

"The veteran will go out, one is worth two."

He Shi and Zhang Lu sang together and were extremely relaxed. Naturally, it was because the situation on the court was very powerful for Schalke 04.

Even if Yang Feng was just standing there, Atletico Madrid didn't dare to attack boldly. They were really afraid of being beaten. In addition, Simeone was sent off, and no one with a stable military spirit was on the sidelines. War, on the contrary, gets bigger and more chaotic.

The time passed by every minute and every second. After the 90-minute game, the referee only gave 8 minutes of stoppage time. Simeone was so angry that he kicked the floor hard again.

In the second minute of stoppage time, Atletico Madrid couldn't attack for a long time, but made a mistake instead.

Arda Turan made a mistake with a cross, and he kicked the football directly to Jones' feet.

Jones was overjoyed and kicked the football towards midfield without thinking.

Yang Feng, who had just recovered his breath, started to chase after him.

As long as the ball catches up, it will be another one-shot. Unfortunately, Gabi didn't give him this chance, and directly knocked him to the ground without the ball.

Yang Feng rolled twice on the ground, jumped up quickly, and bumped into him.

The two choked each other and pushed each other, like two angry lions.

Everyone is not used to quarreling in English, so they simply greeted each other in their mother tongues. They talked like chickens and ducks, and they were quite involved in the quarrel.

The referee rushed over to separate the people and showed Gabi a second yellow card.

Simeone in the stands nodded with a sneer, raised his hands in front of his face and clapped, obviously extremely dissatisfied with the referee's decision...

(End of this chapter)