Soccer: The Road to Extraordinary

Chapter 246, Training Match 2
"What? This Chinese broke Mahad's ball so easily?"

"Did I read it wrong? How did he do it? Mehad is very capable of dribbling in the team."

"Hehe, Mohad has his day too. Now let's see how he will brag in the future? He will be defeated by a Chinese. Haha."

"Haha. Mehad actually fell, and a Chinese man easily broke the ball under his feet. Did Mohad make his feet weak by picking up chicks last night?"

After seeing this scene, everyone stopped in amazement.In their view, Mohad should have easily teased Yan Feng, but what did they see now?The Chinese broke the ball under Mahad's feet with ease, and Mahad, who lost his position, was carried to the ground.This was beyond their expectations.Some people were amazed by this, while others started to laugh at Mehaddiu.

"Well, it is true. This Chinese player is indeed as stated in the physical test report. His physical fitness is amazing!" The head coach Lopez also saw this scene, and he remembered the physical report of Yan Feng that he had seen before. "With such a physical condition, there may be surprises, but not necessarily."

"This guy, Mohad, probably ran out to play again last night. It made him in such a bad state today. I really don't care about myself." The assistant said with a bit of resentment.

Lopez just shook his head slightly and didn't say anything.

"How is it possible? I was defeated by this hateful Chinese?" Mohad, who was in charge, sat on the ground and was a little dazed for a while.The reality was too different from what he imagined, which made him unacceptable for a while.

"Is this really a Chinese? When did the Chinese have such a strong physical fitness? Shouldn't they be like the two Chinese before, so weak that they would fall when touched? What went wrong? Why did this time , who is also Chinese, but I am the one who fell?" Mohed was full of thoughts about these things that he found incredible.

"I accept this great gift. It seems that you are nothing more than that." After Yan Feng controlled the ball, he turned his head and glanced at Mohad who was sitting on the ground, and said something with some disdain.It's a pity that his words are destined to be in vain.Mohad doesn't understand Chinese at all.

Seeing that the other party didn't respond, Yan Feng looked up and looked around, and found that both his teammates and the main team were all staring at him blankly.Some smug mouth raised, then waved to his teammates and shouted: "Attack!"

After shouting, without waiting for others to respond, he turned around and rushed the ball to the opponent's backcourt.

After seeing Yan Feng yelling a mulberry, everyone reacted and quickly re-entered the game.Keep up with the attacker and run forward, and chase Yan Feng if you want to defend.

But at this time, everyone discovered an astonishing thing.That is, Yan Feng sprinted too fast.Not only were the main team unable to catch up, but even the teammates were quickly thrown off by a distance if they wanted to catch up.On the contrary, the strikers who were dragging ahead were very happy. With such a fast attack speed, they can take a greater advantage before the opponent reacts.

"No, I can't let this Chinese man succeed! I must destroy his attack, even if it is to uproot him, I must stop it." This Mohad finally recovered from the blow.He immediately got up from the ground, and then chased after Yan Feng.

In Mohad's view, he is tall and has long legs, and he has always been the fastest player in the team.As long as he explodes with all his strength, he will definitely be able to catch up with the Chinese who is advancing with the ball.However, he soon discovered to his disappointment that he couldn't catch up with the other party at all.

After Yan Feng broke the Mehad ball, he was excited, so he broke out very quickly at the beginning.But after running wildly for a while, he felt powerless.This made him realize that he has not adapted to the rhythm of the team, and his physical condition is not as good as before.

Yan Feng's outburst directly crossed the middle circle from the backcourt and approached the backcourt of the main team.At this time, another defensive midfielder from the main group came up to defend.Seeing someone coming up to defend him, he swiped left and right and decided to pass the ball.

Yan Feng took the first step and passed the ball to his teammates not far away, and his speed slowed down.He felt that his sprint seemed to have squeezed out all the strength in his body, and he had to gasp for breath.In fact, since he kicked off in the second half, he has been needing to breathe.

"This rhythm is too fast, my physical recovery can't keep up!" Yan Feng thought helplessly.

"No, I have to persevere. I have rushed here, and I can't give up halfway. I have to continue to participate in the attack." Yan Feng gritted his teeth and continued to run.Although his tacit understanding with his teammates is not good, he still understands some common running positions.

Since Yan Feng went from stealing the ball to launching a fast counterattack all so suddenly, the main team, which was originally underprepared, failed to organize defense in time.This allowed Yan Feng's group to invest no less troops in the frontcourt than in defense.This is a huge advantage in football.Therefore, the strikers who are in the same group as Yan Feng also want to seize this opportunity.

However, it is a latent supplement after all, and its strength is much worse.In the case of not suffering from the number of people, the defense was not broken.If the time delays, the main team will retreat to their positions.

Not wanting to miss such a good opportunity, Yan Feng saw the opportunity, gritted his teeth and ran out of position. "Here, here. Give it to me!"

Although the teammate who is holding the ball is not familiar with Yan Feng, it does not hinder his tactical quality.He saw that Yan Feng was indeed in a good position, and he was being guarded by the defender, because he just hesitated and passed the ball to Yan Feng.

"Good shot!" The ball passed by this teammate was quite good, and Yan Feng was overjoyed when he saw it.He stared at the rolling ball, and while guarding against his opponent's approach, he strode forward and swung his legs.Then he slammed the ball hard.

"Bang!" The ball burst out, and then went straight to the goal.

GOAL!!!
Yan Feng's ball was full of speed and strength, and the main goalkeeper couldn't block it.

"Ah! Huh~huh." Yan Feng punched excitedly and panting.

Finally got in.Haha, my first goal in Spain.Although it was just a training match in the preparatory stage, it was still a good start.

"here you go."

"Beautiful entry!"

After seeing Yan Feng's goal, teammates from the same group came over to celebrate.Although they didn't like this Chinese very much at first.But now everyone is together and scored the goal of the main team, which is also something to be happy about.

"Thank you!" Yan Feng was very happy to see his teammates coming to congratulate him.

"Your shot is so strong. It's so powerful!" a teammate exclaimed.

"Hehe. It's okay." Yan Feng wanted to say, this is actually not my strongest shot.The speed and strength of his explosive shots in his prime are much higher than this one.However, his foreign language made him unable to say what he wanted to say.

"Damn. Damn. He must be fooled." Mohad desperately chased after him, but in the end, when he was about to catch up, he could only watch Yan Feng kick the ball in. their goal.

"It's too early to be proud. I'll tell you. You are just luck. Your essence is a yellow-skinned monkey who can't play football." Mohad looked at Yan Feng who was celebrating with his teammates happily, which made him very sad annoyed.In his opinion, this goal hit him in the face.

Soon, the game resumed.After being scored a goal, the main team put away their contemptuous attitude.They started to play seriously.

After scoring a goal in the sub team, the morale was boosted.No one wants to admit that they are inferior to others. Yan Feng's goal gave them the hope of competing with the main players.So they started playing better and better.This allowed them to survive the next onslaught of the main group.

After all, the main team is still superior in strength, and they still have the upper hand on the scene.In comparison, although the latent support team still has some counterattack capabilities, the main team still has more offensive opportunities.

The main team has more opportunities to attack, and Mahad also has more opportunities to get the ball.And he didn't forget the humiliation that Yan Feng's steal and goal brought to him.As long as there is a chance, he will definitely find his way back.

No, he finally got a very good chance to get back.After a series of cooperation, Mohad appeared in front of Yan Feng's defense zone, and just got the pass from his teammate.

"This time, I will definitely let you know how good I am. Luck can't help you forever." Mohad looked up and saw Yan Feng's eyes focused on defense, and decided to take the opportunity to take revenge.

"Huh?" Yan Feng smiled after seeing Mohad's expression. "Hehe, it seems that you haven't learned enough lessons. Come on. Little nigger, let my brother tell you that strength is what counts on the court, not words."

"Huh. Here we go again. They're going one-on-one again."

"Mahad wants to get back on the field."

"Tell me, who won this time? Mahad? Or the Chinese?"

"This time it should be Mahad who successfully teased the Chinese. Before, Mahad must have been careless. Now that Mahad is serious, it is not easy to guard against him. Mahad's extraordinary ability, but the team Everyone here knows that."

Seeing that Mohad was about to fight Yan Feng again, the players around them all chatted with a smile, and some even started to bet.

Ignoring other people's opinions, Mohad was serious this time.Seriously, he has absolute confidence to break through his opponent.You must know that he is called the new Yaya Toure by his teammates.He will not lose to a Chinese on the court.

Mohad once again pulled out all the stops, and he wanted to use his real strength to teach the Chinese in front of him a lesson.And when he hadn't exerted all his strength, he discovered that Yan Feng had revealed his flaws.My heart immediately burst into joy. "Haha, as expected. This is your true strength. It is full of flaws. This time your luck is gone, let me pass you!"

After seeing Yan Feng showing his flaws, how could Mohad miss it.He spotted the loopholes in Yan Feng's defense, and when he pushed the ball, his long legs followed him.

Mohad rushed over, he left Yan Feng behind, his face showed the joy of successful conflict.However, the smile on his face froze soon.

"Huh? Where's the ball? Where's the ball under my feet?" Mohad didn't feel the ball touching the ball again. He looked down, where is the ball?There is no shadow of a penalty kick under his feet or within a few meters in front of him.

After Mohad found that there was no ball in front of him, he turned his head and saw that the ball was firmly under Yan Feng's feet. "No! What's the matter? How can it be?"

Mohad didn't know that he had caught the Chinese's weakness and successfully broke through.But why is the ball at the opponent's feet?

Mohad didn't know how he was intercepted, but the people around him could see it very clearly.

At first, the Chinese really seemed to have a big hole in the defense.They all thought that the Chinese would break through easily this time.And Mohad did seize the opening, and rushed over from the side that seemed to be able to break through.But when Mohad pushed the ball over there, the Chinese halfway bounced his foot out at a speed so fast that it was hard to see, and just stopped in front of the ball.Then, the Mahaders passed and the ball stayed.

"Oh! Mahad was successfully intercepted again."

"Wow, this Chinese person looks a bit complicated."

"This ball can also be broken. It's incredible. There is a flaw there. I can see it."

"This Chinese looks a little different from the two previous Chinese."

When Yan Feng broke the ball from Mohad's feet again, everyone was surprised, but they also began to feel that Yan Feng was not easy.

After Yan Feng intercepted the ball, he ignored Mahad, who was hit again, and ran forward with the ball again.However, after running for a while, he found that his current situation could not support him to attack like before.

But this time, the main team was not as careless as before, so the defense line was very neat.This didn't give Yan Feng many chances, and soon someone stood in front of Yan Feng.

Yan Feng took a look, and considering his own situation, he distributed the ball to his teammates, and then stayed where he was.

Due to the steady defense of the main team, the submerged team failed to score this time.However, this counter attack can be regarded as a hit.

After watching this scene, head coach Lopez looked at Yan Feng's figure and nodded thoughtfully. "It seems that this Chinese player's defense is still good. The defense just now must have been deliberately exposed by him!"

The assistant next to him didn't know what Lopez was thinking. He pointed to the frustrated Mohad in a bad tone and said, "Mr. Lopez, I think we should stop. Mohad's behavior just now There’s just too little solidarity.”

"Hmm." Lopez just nodded after listening.

Seeing that the coach agreed, the assistant immediately stopped the game, then walked to the field and began to guide, and also criticized Mahad for eating alone.

"Hey, Yan, you did a good job of defending Mohad. Now, he is so angry. Haha. You don't know how arrogant he used to be, always showing off his skills." On the team side, a white player said to Yan Feng with a smile.

"Oh. Hehe. Mmm." Although Yan Feng couldn't understand, he probably understood what the other party was talking about when he saw the other party pointing at Mohad who was bowing his head and receiving criticism.Then he nodded with a smile on his face.

The assistant coach explained for a while, and then resumed the game.After restarting the game, the game was relatively normal.Mahad seems to have not recovered from his two defeats at the feet of Yan Feng.He no longer wanted to single out Yan Feng, but he also played a little depressed.

In the next game, until the end of the training game, there were no special changes on the court.Neither side changed the score.In the end, the main group won the latent supplement group 2:1.

The training match is over.Yan Feng felt that his performance today was much better than yesterday.Although I still haven't adapted to the rhythm here, I still showed some of my own characteristics.He thought it was pretty good.As long as he continues to work hard, and when he fully adapts, he believes that he will be as powerful as in Chaos in Zhongchao.

"Hehe. Today's training match, I feel really good. Hehe, especially seeing Mohad's deflated appearance, I am really happy." The player who was called out before said to Yan Feng and others in the update room.

"Hehe, look, Mohad didn't even say a word this time, and left after changing his clothes. I guess he couldn't sleep today. Yan, you performed well today. You Chinese, you have strength."

"Hehe. Thank you. Gomez." Yan Feng already knew that this man was Hugo Gomez, a defender, and he was a nice, sunny guy.

"Yan." At this time, another voice called Yan Feng.

"Hey, Sandor." Yan Feng smiled back when he saw that it was Sandor.

"Yan, you performed well today." Sandor said.

"Thank you." Yan Feng must be very happy to hear other people's words.

"Mehad, he. I hope you will not show hostility to him." Sandor went on.

"Huh? This~"

"He's a troublemaker. I know you're not, though. Teams need unity," Sandel continued.

"This. As long as he doesn't cause trouble. I won't do anything to him." Yan Feng thought for a while and said.He really didn't want to run afoul of that nigger.Not afraid.Rather than worthless.He is a person who is destined to return to the first team to play in La Liga, and he loses his status by arguing with these much smaller people.

"Well. Goodbye then. Everyone, see you tomorrow." Sandor nodded after listening, and then waved goodbye to everyone.

"Goodbye." "Goodbye Sandor."

(End of this chapter)