“嘘~嘘~嘘~”

When Naingran stood in front of the ball, the booing sounds of the Piacenza Expeditionary Force were finally completely overwhelmed by the sound of the Piacenza Expeditionary Force.

Genoa fans, who have already lost at home, no longer care about sportsmanship. What they want to see most now is Piacenza's constant defeat. As for the others? Go to his!

"shit!" Naingran, who was standing in front of the ball, turned around and spitted, took a deep breath and put his attention on the current free kick again.

"Shh!"

When the referee standing near Naingran blew the whistle in his mouth, accompanied by a few brief runs, Naingran sent the ball to the sky with one kick.

"Okay, Naingrain kicked this indirect free kick, and the ball flew towards A Feng's left road. At this moment, his position was in the left area outside the penalty area." Liu Jianhong's gaze followed the moving ball without blinking. He watched the ball take off, watched the ball land, and watched Liu Feng remove the ball from behind with his opponent.

"A Feng took off the ball very easily, pulled his heel, OK, turned perfectly!"

With a concerted cooperation and agile running position, Liu Feng was not caught by Genoa's players in every step before completing the turn. However, when he just turned around and was about to rush into the penalty area, a figure rushed over from the side again in the corner of his eyes.

"hehe."

This was Liu Feng's first reaction at this moment. He knew very well that as long as he continued his current movements, the figure would definitely put him out of the penalty area without hesitation. The fact is that even if he increased his strength, he would definitely not be able to escape the other person's foul.

"Mota rushed towards Liu Feng at full speed! He and Harja are the players who violated Liu Feng the most infringement in this period..."

Liu Jianhong and the fans' hearts were already sucked. After the start of the second half, it was difficult for Liu Feng to threaten Genoa's goal again. This was not because of his decline in form, but because the opponent deliberately made frequent fouls. Although Liu Feng showed no sign of injury, even if Iron Man was done like this, it would be impossible for him to be fine.

"Bang!"

On the court, as Liu Jianhong finished speaking, the scene that all Piacenza people least wanted to see was staged again.

Mota, who rushed towards Liu Feng from the right, suddenly slowed down his advancement speed when Liu Feng dribbled the ball and adjusted the ball suddenly. He directly tackled and shoveled towards the ball under Liu Feng's feet. He was so decisive and ruthless. Even though Liu Feng jumped up his support legs in advance, he hung it on his shoe nailed in the air and lost his balance.

"Boom!" A stinging sound was heard. Liu Feng, who was in front of Genoa's penalty area, fell directly in the air and hit Mota, who was still on the ground after the tackle, fortunately he was not injured in this bad foul.

Of course, there is always someone who has to bear the huge power of Liu Feng's complete loss of balance and falling down this time, that is, Mota who was looking desperately on the ground as a tall figure fell down fiercely.

The dull collision sound was naturally the sound of Liu Feng pressing his whole body against Mota.

“嘘!嘘!嘘!!!”

At the first time this situation happened, the referee blew the whistle in his mouth. He was completely angered by the unreasonable foul by the Genoa player. Seeing Liu Feng losing balance from the air and falling directly, he took out the brightest card from his pocket.

"Wait for the referee, this shouldn't be a red card!"

"Retreat! All give me back! I have my own penalty criteria!" Faced with the Genoa player who rushed forward and put pressure on him, the referee blew the whistle and warned: "If you have any opinions on my penalty, the player who was given a penalty can complain to me after the game!"

Under normal circumstances, when the referee takes out a red card, the person who is punished will often come to him first to appeal.

However, Mota, who acted as a meat cushion, obviously could not stand up. He lay dizzy on the ground. Seeing the referee coming to him with a red card, he just waved his hands excitedly on the ground.

"Medical staff, carry him down!" He reached out to signal the team doctor on the sidelines of Genoa to appear. The referee crossed Mota and drew a white arc at the foul spot: "Piacenza's frontcourt free kick!"

"Okay referee."

After the referee finished drawing the line, Liu Feng, who had already gotten up and stood by and watched everything calmly, smiled at him: "Thank you for your strict law enforcement."

"Don't show kindness to me! I'm just making the referee according to the rules!"

The referee, who had been dizzy by this chaotic game, did not react to Liu Feng's smile. He waved his hand and hurriedly ran to the court to lift Mota, who had just recovered from his dizziness, directly signaled Piacenza to take the free kick immediately.

"Feng, are you okay?" Naingran and Cassia had long surrounded Liu Feng. After the referee arranged this free kick, they immediately put their attention on the team's first free kick picker: "If it is not very good, Claudio can be punished."

"I'm fine, that guy acted as a buffer." Liu Feng, who was standing aside, blinked at them and signaled that he was fine: "That kind of tackle is really not easy to avoid."

"Okay Feng, let them see your free kick skills again!"

Cassia nodded after Liu Feng signaled that he had nothing to do, and then nodded to Liu Feng as usual: "We all know that you will train a set of free kicks every day after training."

"Uh..." Was stunned by Cassia's blinking, Liu Feng raised his hand and scratched his head: "Okay!"

In the 75th minute of the game, Piacenza won a direct free kick from the left side outside the penalty area, and the penalty kick was taken by Liu Feng.

When Liu Feng, Naingran and Marchisio stood in front of the ball, the deafening booed the Genoa fans again. After being sent off another player, everyone in the Griffin Legion almost lost their minds.

"Shh!!!"

With a huge boo, the referee puffed up his cheek and blew a whistle.

The next moment, Marchisio and Naingran took the lead in front of the free kick one after another. Liu Feng retreated slightly and assisted two steps. His entire instep was tightened and kicked hard on the valve core that had long been placed towards him.

"Bang!"

Like a roller coaster, the ball rushed directly into the sky and flew over the Genoese wall that jumped high, and then began to fall instantly as if it hit the air wall. Its speed was much faster than Russo expected.

When the ball fell to its lowest point, it had crossed the goal line.

All that remained were the stupid Genoa goalkeeper, and Liu Feng who slowly turned around and bent slightly towards the home fan stands.

"Shh~" A small boo sound seemed to mock everyone in Genoa: "What griffin legion? That's it?"
Chapter completed!