Chapter 882
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San Bi Xiao Dao Li
Chapter 882
"Shh!"
It was the sound of football across the turf, crisp and sweet.
"Afeng! Afeng got the ball! His position is behind the guerrilla midfielder Iliyev. Iliyev quickly turned around and chased back. With a big stride, the ball was swept away!"
Its momentum is like the wind, and it is unstoppable. Liu Feng, who has been interspersed with running positions early in the middle to find opportunities, already has a clear route in his mind.
Feibiao's speed and precise route made it take him as little as a blink of an eye to advance to the back line of the guerrillas.
Unlike what Liu Jianhong and many Chinese fans expected, Liu Feng did not take advantage of his fiery state to directly choose individual heroism to fight alone when facing the guerrilla defenders who pounced on him.
Therefore, under his observation at this moment, there is a more perfect choice.
"It's getting closer, the distance between Afeng and Ivanovic is getting closer and closer, the two are about to collide! Split the ball!!!"
After a sideways smash, Liu Feng's left foot slid sideways over the moving ball after his right foot was firmly planted. The next moment, the ball circled close to the ground and rolled towards the back of another defensive player.
"Korstajic turned around and chased the ball, too slow, Arshavin got the ball first and went into the penalty area from the left!"
Every word is exclaimed, every change is rapid, Arshavin's tendency to cut inside directly affected the nerves of another defender Milik Weiss, and he quickly moved to the left to prepare for defense.
"Shh!"
It was another crisp kick, just like a pre-arranged movie, the ball just rolled past the place where Milik Weiss had just moved after leaving Arshavin's feet.
"Oh!"
There was no pressure, no consumption, this shot came so easily, Liu Feng just finished the shot after not completing the feat of passing several people in a row.
"Stojkovic flew to save the ball, but missed the ball! Go in! Go in! Go in! Go in! Liu Feng! Super Feng!!!"
"Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep!
Chinese are found in almost all countries in the world, and Serbia is no exception. This time, except for a few Arsenal fans, most of the people sitting in the visiting team stands are Chinese from China and Serbia.
As a result, the Charge was created by this group of talented fans. This unique sound immediately attracted the attention of the audience and was broadcast to the whole world through TV.
"Damn it, it's so impressive to have talented old buddies."
"Hahahaha, beep beep beep beep beep beep! Cowhide!"
At the Guerrilla Stadium, Liu Feng, who easily scored the goal, turned around and hugged Arshavin. When he heard the unique charge horn, he left and ran to the visiting team's stands with a smile.
"Maple! Maple! Maple!"
Seeing his compatriots struggling to shout for him, Liu Feng's heart became more and more touched. He smiled and waved to the fans. After grabbing the team badge on his chest, he turned and joined the running teammates.
"This is the first goal of this game, and it is also Afeng's third goal in the Champions League. After setting a personal scoring record in the Champions League last year, his scoring efficiency in the European war is still amazing."
Liu Jianhong, who was sitting in the commentary seat, expressed his feelings without stopping for a moment, and he spit excitedly and talked endlessly.
"Since his debut, judging from Afeng's data, as long as he plays in any game, it means that the team has started the game 1-0. This is the effect only of superstars!"
No matter what the champion experts and fans say, in Liu Jianhong's heart at the moment, Liu Feng is definitely qualified to compete with Ronaldo and Messi.
As for those fans who have long been loyal fans of Liu Feng, their beliefs are also very firm.
Soon, the celebration came to an end. Under the signal of the referee, the two teams had returned to their serving positions.
A conceded goal obviously did not break the guerrilla team, at least on the faces of the home team players, there was no emotional fluctuation at all. They were obviously mentally prepared for their own conceded goal.
"Shh!!!"
"The game restarted, and Partizan Belgrade took the ball again. Their players did not seem to be affected by the loss of the ball, and they still controlled the ball very firmly according to their own rhythm."
On the court, although their psychology was not greatly affected, the guerrilla team was a little different in the game. Their possession of the ball was obviously more stable, and the team's pressure was no longer as anxious as it was at the beginning of the game.
With the passage of time, with the blessing of the home court, they are slowly taking shape.
After Arsenal had to suspend the pressure, the two core midfielders of Petrovic and Moreira began to play a role. After the two forwards moved in place, the two began to take turns delivering shells for the team.
In the 305th minute of game No.[-], the Guerrillas made their second shot of the game. It was forward Cleo's long-range shot directly after receiving a pass from the right side of the penalty area. Unfortunately, it missed the goal position slightly.
"In this game, the guerrillas' forwards seem to be very partial to long-range shots to threaten the goal, but this also indirectly proves that Arsenal's defenders in this game have completed their tasks quite well."
In the next 10 minutes, Arsenal did not sit idle, the offense was always mutual, and when one side's offensive ended, the other side had a chance to perform.
Arsenal, which has superior overall strength, has been more crazy and proactive than the Guerrillas in the following period. Every time they get the ball, Wilshere and Xiaofa can always find the opponent's gap and squeeze the ball out smoothly.
Arshavin and Theo Walcott also finally showed their speed advantage, and both contributed a goal.
As for Liu Feng, after the guerrilla team failed to kick outside the penalty area for the third time, he also contributed a long shot near the top of the arc of the big penalty area that almost choked the guerrilla fans.
"Cesc Fabregas made a breakthrough with the ball, but Iliyev didn't defend it, and directly penetrated in from the right side, passing the ball diagonally. A Feng and Iliqi rushed to the ball at the same time!"
"Oh!"
"Just hit the door!!!"
At that time, Liu Feng, who was running ahead of time, hit the rolling ball with a speed of only half a second faster than Ilich, and the ball drew a beautiful arc and flew towards the goal.
However, this time, the guerrillas really got lucky.
"DUANG!"
When the ball flew towards the goal from an angle close to the right goal post, it first touched the inner edge of the goal post, and then flew towards the goal.
But at this moment, in this direction, there is a sideways figure who has not pounced on the ball.
That's right, officially Stojkovic.
"Boom"
"Stojkovic! He saved the ball with his face! Oops, that's really, really unlucky!"
Chapter 2 here!Thank you for your support!
(End of this chapter)
"Shh!"
It was the sound of football across the turf, crisp and sweet.
"Afeng! Afeng got the ball! His position is behind the guerrilla midfielder Iliyev. Iliyev quickly turned around and chased back. With a big stride, the ball was swept away!"
Its momentum is like the wind, and it is unstoppable. Liu Feng, who has been interspersed with running positions early in the middle to find opportunities, already has a clear route in his mind.
Feibiao's speed and precise route made it take him as little as a blink of an eye to advance to the back line of the guerrillas.
Unlike what Liu Jianhong and many Chinese fans expected, Liu Feng did not take advantage of his fiery state to directly choose individual heroism to fight alone when facing the guerrilla defenders who pounced on him.
Therefore, under his observation at this moment, there is a more perfect choice.
"It's getting closer, the distance between Afeng and Ivanovic is getting closer and closer, the two are about to collide! Split the ball!!!"
After a sideways smash, Liu Feng's left foot slid sideways over the moving ball after his right foot was firmly planted. The next moment, the ball circled close to the ground and rolled towards the back of another defensive player.
"Korstajic turned around and chased the ball, too slow, Arshavin got the ball first and went into the penalty area from the left!"
Every word is exclaimed, every change is rapid, Arshavin's tendency to cut inside directly affected the nerves of another defender Milik Weiss, and he quickly moved to the left to prepare for defense.
"Shh!"
It was another crisp kick, just like a pre-arranged movie, the ball just rolled past the place where Milik Weiss had just moved after leaving Arshavin's feet.
"Oh!"
There was no pressure, no consumption, this shot came so easily, Liu Feng just finished the shot after not completing the feat of passing several people in a row.
"Stojkovic flew to save the ball, but missed the ball! Go in! Go in! Go in! Go in! Liu Feng! Super Feng!!!"
"Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep!
Chinese are found in almost all countries in the world, and Serbia is no exception. This time, except for a few Arsenal fans, most of the people sitting in the visiting team stands are Chinese from China and Serbia.
As a result, the Charge was created by this group of talented fans. This unique sound immediately attracted the attention of the audience and was broadcast to the whole world through TV.
"Damn it, it's so impressive to have talented old buddies."
"Hahahaha, beep beep beep beep beep beep! Cowhide!"
At the Guerrilla Stadium, Liu Feng, who easily scored the goal, turned around and hugged Arshavin. When he heard the unique charge horn, he left and ran to the visiting team's stands with a smile.
"Maple! Maple! Maple!"
Seeing his compatriots struggling to shout for him, Liu Feng's heart became more and more touched. He smiled and waved to the fans. After grabbing the team badge on his chest, he turned and joined the running teammates.
"This is the first goal of this game, and it is also Afeng's third goal in the Champions League. After setting a personal scoring record in the Champions League last year, his scoring efficiency in the European war is still amazing."
Liu Jianhong, who was sitting in the commentary seat, expressed his feelings without stopping for a moment, and he spit excitedly and talked endlessly.
"Since his debut, judging from Afeng's data, as long as he plays in any game, it means that the team has started the game 1-0. This is the effect only of superstars!"
No matter what the champion experts and fans say, in Liu Jianhong's heart at the moment, Liu Feng is definitely qualified to compete with Ronaldo and Messi.
As for those fans who have long been loyal fans of Liu Feng, their beliefs are also very firm.
Soon, the celebration came to an end. Under the signal of the referee, the two teams had returned to their serving positions.
A conceded goal obviously did not break the guerrilla team, at least on the faces of the home team players, there was no emotional fluctuation at all. They were obviously mentally prepared for their own conceded goal.
"Shh!!!"
"The game restarted, and Partizan Belgrade took the ball again. Their players did not seem to be affected by the loss of the ball, and they still controlled the ball very firmly according to their own rhythm."
On the court, although their psychology was not greatly affected, the guerrilla team was a little different in the game. Their possession of the ball was obviously more stable, and the team's pressure was no longer as anxious as it was at the beginning of the game.
With the passage of time, with the blessing of the home court, they are slowly taking shape.
After Arsenal had to suspend the pressure, the two core midfielders of Petrovic and Moreira began to play a role. After the two forwards moved in place, the two began to take turns delivering shells for the team.
In the 305th minute of game No.[-], the Guerrillas made their second shot of the game. It was forward Cleo's long-range shot directly after receiving a pass from the right side of the penalty area. Unfortunately, it missed the goal position slightly.
"In this game, the guerrillas' forwards seem to be very partial to long-range shots to threaten the goal, but this also indirectly proves that Arsenal's defenders in this game have completed their tasks quite well."
In the next 10 minutes, Arsenal did not sit idle, the offense was always mutual, and when one side's offensive ended, the other side had a chance to perform.
Arsenal, which has superior overall strength, has been more crazy and proactive than the Guerrillas in the following period. Every time they get the ball, Wilshere and Xiaofa can always find the opponent's gap and squeeze the ball out smoothly.
Arshavin and Theo Walcott also finally showed their speed advantage, and both contributed a goal.
As for Liu Feng, after the guerrilla team failed to kick outside the penalty area for the third time, he also contributed a long shot near the top of the arc of the big penalty area that almost choked the guerrilla fans.
"Cesc Fabregas made a breakthrough with the ball, but Iliyev didn't defend it, and directly penetrated in from the right side, passing the ball diagonally. A Feng and Iliqi rushed to the ball at the same time!"
"Oh!"
"Just hit the door!!!"
At that time, Liu Feng, who was running ahead of time, hit the rolling ball with a speed of only half a second faster than Ilich, and the ball drew a beautiful arc and flew towards the goal.
However, this time, the guerrillas really got lucky.
"DUANG!"
When the ball flew towards the goal from an angle close to the right goal post, it first touched the inner edge of the goal post, and then flew towards the goal.
But at this moment, in this direction, there is a sideways figure who has not pounced on the ball.
That's right, officially Stojkovic.
"Boom"
"Stojkovic! He saved the ball with his face! Oops, that's really, really unlucky!"
Chapter 2 here!Thank you for your support!
(End of this chapter)
