"goal!!! Yang did not stop the ball, but shot directly! Ter Stegen had no time to block it, the football hit the inside of the post and bounced into the net, Schalke 04 recovered another point!"

"There is still a chance! There are still a chance! There are more than ten minutes left in the game, and Schalke 04 still has a chance to tie!"

"China Yang is lucky, he is only a little bit short of football and is about to hit the goalkeeper..."

Ter Stegen waved his left hand in vain, turned his head to look at the football lying in the goal, and turned back to look at Yang Feng.

This guy seems a little different. He can feel the decisiveness and confidence he was shooting a few meters away...

Yang Feng had no time to play with him with eye contact and aura confrontation. He quickly ran into the door, picked up the football, turned around and ran towards the midfield.

As a forward, as long as he has a little ambition, he will not help but start to fantasize about hat tricks after scoring twice...

Before he returned to the midfield, his teammates had already surrounded him, patting his back and touching his head, as if he wanted to share his luck with him, and he could also kick him like that later.

The team was behind three goals in the first half, and the entire team was already out of temper. In addition, Hevedes and Obasii also received the fifth yellow card of the season. Schalke's morale could be said to have reached the lowest point. As a result, who knew that he suddenly came back to life for no reason.

Everything starts with Yang Feng coming on stage!

Create a penalty kick, make a successful shot; overtake strongly and score twice!

"Has it been wrong? This is the script of the genius striker..."

"When did it become so easy to score a Bundesliga goal?"

"Isn't they paying attention to it?"

"The captain personally monitored the situation and didn't take it seriously enough? Is it that difficult to admit that others are excellent?"

"The upstairs is still too young. I can only say that in terms of disappointment, some players have never let us down, and everyone has been beaten up."

"Anyway, I hope he can kick it out. After all, I'm just about to be eighteen years old, so it's a bit too early to draw a conclusion now."

Today's Chinese fans have not experienced the blow to Syria and Vietnam. The expectation has not yet dropped to the later stage of "ability doesn't matter, as long as you take out your attitude", and they still have certain fantasies about their own players, so no matter how much they lose their mouths, most of them are just deep love and harsh responsive.

The domestic commentator also felt deeply, "It's not easy. Since Yang Chen, Chinese players have finally scored twice in the Bundesliga. I hope Yang Feng can continue his efforts and strive for a hat trick."

The more I spoke, the lower my voice became. When the words "hat trick" were called "hat trick", they were already talking to themselves. Everyone knew that this was a sign of lack of confidence, but the fans aroused the interest.

Yang Chen and Sun Jihai are the second most successful players in overseas studies so far, and Yang Chen is the only Chinese player who has scored twice in the five major leagues. After the commentator mentioned this, everyone realized that Yang Feng had unknowingly caught up with this record. He was really too harsh on this child. The atmosphere in the comment section changed suddenly, sweeping away the sarcasm and sarcasm just now, and was full of positive energy.

"Come on the sprint maple, hat trick!"

"Ha! If Yang Chen had Yang Chen's solemn, he would be at least in the top five Bundesliga scorers!"

"Yes, there is speed, there is speed, there is running, experience and shooting, what's impossible."

"You all ignored one thing. This kid seems to be quite resistant to grass, not as thin as he looks."

"You're afraid you haven't seen him take off his clothes, and that muscle doesn't look like a seventeen-year-old child."

"It's better not to increase the muscles blindly. Don't lose all your spiritual energy and become a shooting machine..."

"Reversal! Fuck it to death."

"Bronchung is panicked, I'll see there is a chance."

This was shouted by someone who bought Schalke and won, but Borussia Dortmund was indeed panicked.

From 3-0 to 3-2, what made them even more uneasy was the momentum that was bursting out from their opponents, which made them feel a little bit bad.

Raul was very sensitive to this change of momentum, but he immediately clapped his hands, attracted everyone's attention, and shouted: "Come on! We can win!"

It is to win, not to draw.

Regardless of whether he can really do it, he must shout out the slogan first.

Captain Hevedes immediately followed, patted Yang Feng on the shoulder and shouted: "The forwards are pressed up, and we will leave them behind! It's time to fight to the death, brothers! Don't waste the young man's goals!"

"Hey! Boy, if you can score another one, I'll lend you the car tomorrow to pick up girls!"

"I have to say, that foot just now was so cool!"

Draxler looked at Yang Feng who was surrounded by stars, and felt like a lemon in his heart, sour and numb. It felt very uncomfortable.

The two used to be teammates of the youth team, but he has been shrouded in the halo of genius since he was a child. Yang Feng is just a role player. He might get out of bed one day. Who knew that as soon as he was promoted to the first team, Yang Feng was in the youth team's development (development).

Then Yang Feng also came to the first team. He immediately regarded himself as the boss, but Yang Feng was completely unlucky and had no "highness and inferiority" at all, which made him more or less a little dissatisfied. Every time Yang Feng didn't go in alone, he was very gloating in secret.

Unexpectedly, by accident, they are ready to become the savior?

Can't understand or not.

"Can't be compared..."

He was also from a youth team and also came on as a substitute. Others were shining, but he was dull. This was something that no genius could bear. After the game started again, Draxler immediately began to actively fight. Those who knew it knew it was just an ordinary league game, and those who didn't know it thought he was playing in the World Cup.

God did not let down the hard-working child. Borussia Mönchengladbach made a mistake in passing the ball in the midfield and was immediately caught by Draxler. After stealing, he immediately ran along the side road. As a result, he remembered to eat and didn't remember to play. After the man passed, he passed the ball away.

Although he failed to achieve success, the wind completely blew to Schalke 04, and Borussia Mönchengladbach was passively beaten at his home court.

Schalke also saw Draxler's fighting spirit and state in the middle and backcourt, and he didn't need the coach's instructions to play, so he immediately focused on this.

In the 84th minute of the game, Draxler dribbled the ball and broke through again. The three forwards in the frontcourt quickly divided into three groups and entered Borussia Dortmund's hinterland.

Hunterlaer looked at Yang Feng who was running more and more and more toward the middle. In order not to collide, he could only reluctantly deviate from the right.

Raul also looked at Hunterlaer who was about to run to his territory, stopped decisively, and responded to Draxler.

Draxler had a heart as a lone hero, but when facing Raul who came to help, he didn't dare to accept it. He quickly passed the ball over and completed a two-for-one.

This completely revitalized the wing and suddenly reached the front of the penalty area.

Draxler was going to the bottom line, and Raul's voice came, "Transfer!"

He hesitated for half a second and immediately hangs the ball into the penalty area.

Yang Feng immediately ran to the football landing point, but Dams kept moving forward and immediately squeezed him outward, blocking his running position.

However, Draxler's pass was not Yang Feng, but Hunter Lar, but even Yang Feng was guarded to death, let alone Hunter Lar.

The Dutch almost jumped with two defenders on his back, but he didn't even touch the ball. When he landed, the three people rolled into a ball.

I don’t know who pushed the football, and it landed crookedly to the right of the penalty area.

Or, it is Yang Feng’s location...

Terstegen quickly moved to the near corner, but after getting in place, he realized that he had made a big deal.

Yang Feng was completely blocked by Dams outside the small penalty area, and the football fell to Yang Feng half a meter away, so the Chinese had no chance of shooting directly.

After he ran over to catch the ball, his defensive player had already rounded up his bag.

Terstegen breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to lift the alert, he suddenly seemed to have seen a ghost.

All the fans couldn't help but open their mouths slightly and stared at the blue No. 9 that suddenly jumped up.

His body was almost parallel to the ground, and his left leg was slightly bent in the air, and then he suddenly stretched straight, and his left foot accurately hit the middle and lower part of the football.

Side hook shot.

Terstegen watched the football fly past his eyes and fall to the other side of the goal.

He had no time to save the fire, so he could only expect a teammate who had a magic weapon descended from the sky and saved the risk from the goal line.

But his teammates were even more desperate than him.

Football hangs straight at the dead corner.

Three shots, three goals.

Yang Feng stood up quickly and ran to the away stand. He faced his fans slightly opened his arms and looked up at the sky.
Chapter completed!