"Swish!"

It was the sound of football passing through the turf, crisp and pleasant.

"A Feng! A Feng got the ball! His position was behind the guerrilla midfielder Iliyev. Iliyev quickly turned around and chased, and with a big step, the ball was wading away!"

Its momentum is like the wind and unstoppable. Liu Feng, who was constantly interspersing in the middle lane to find opportunities, had already had a clear route in his mind.

Feizhao's speed and precise route made him less time before advancing to the guerrilla defense line in just a blink of an eye.

Unlike what Liu Jianhong and many Chinese fans expected, Liu Feng did not take advantage of his own state to directly choose a single fight with his personal heroism when facing the guerrilla defender.

Therefore, under his observation, there is a more perfect choice.

"It's getting closer, and the distance between A Feng and Ivanovic is getting closer and closer. The two are about to collide! Pass the ball!!!"

After a spike on the side, Liu Feng's left foot slid hard across the moving ball. The next moment, the ball tightly pressed against the ground and rolled back to another defensive player.

"Korstadic turned around and chased the ball, it was too slow. Alshavin took the lead and entered the penalty area from the left!"

Every word is a surprise, every change is rapid, and the trend of Arshavin's incision directly touched the nerves of another defender, Milikweis, who quickly moved to the left to prepare for defense.

"Swish!"

Another straightforward split, like a movie arranged in advance, the ball rolled over from where Milikwes had just moved after leaving Arshavin's feet.

"Bang!"

There was no pressure and no consumption. This shot came so easily and comfortably. Liu Feng completed the shot like this after not completing the feat of several people in a row.

"Stoykovic flew to save the ball, but he didn't save the ball! The ball went in! In! In! In! Liu Feng! Super Feng!!!"

"Doudududududududududu!!! Maple! Maple! Maple! Maple! Maple! Maple! Maple!!"

Chinese are almost all countries around the world, and Serbia is no exception. This time, except for the few fans who went on the tour, most of the Chinese from home and Serbia who sat in the visiting stands.

So, the Charge was created by this group of talented fans. This unique voice attracted the attention of the audience at the first time and was also broadcast to the whole world through television.

"Damn it, this group of old guys is so talented."

"Hahahaha, beepy beepy beepy beepy beepy beepy beepy cowhide!"

At the Guerrilla Field, Liu Feng, who easily scored this goal, was turning around and hugging Al Shawen. When he heard the unique charge horn, he left and ran to the visiting team's stands with a smile.

"Maple! Maple! Maple!"

Seeing the compatriots shouting for themselves, Liu Feng's heart became more and more touched. He smiled and waved to the fans, and after grabbing the team badge on his chest, he turned around and threw himself into his running teammates.

"This is the first goal in this game and also A Feng's third goal in the Champions League. After setting a record for the Champions League in his own goal last year, his European goal efficiency is still amazing."

Liu Jianhong, who was sitting in the commentary seat, did not stop expressing his feelings for a moment. He was excited to spit the stars everywhere.

"From his debut since his debut, judging by A Feng's data, any game, as long as he appears, it means that the team started the game 1-0, which is an effect that only superstars have!"

No matter what those championship experts and fans say, in Liu Jianhong's heart at this moment, Liu Feng is definitely qualified to compete with Ronaldo and Messi.

And for those fans who have long become Liu Feng's loyal fans, their beliefs are also very firm.

Soon, the celebration came to an end. At the command of the referee, the two teams had returned to the serving position.

A loss of the ball obviously did not defeat the guerrillas. At least in the face of the home team members, there was no emotional fluctuation at all. They had obviously been mentally prepared for their own loss of the ball.

"Shh!!!"

"The game started again, and the Belgrade guerrillas took the ball again. Their players did not seem to be affected by the concealment of the ball, and they still firmly controlled the ball according to their own pace."

Although the psychology was not greatly affected on the court, the guerrillas were still a little different in the game. Their possession range was obviously more stable, and the team's pressure was no longer as anxious as they were at the beginning.

As time goes by, they will gradually become better with the blessing of the home court.

After Arsenal had to ease the oppression, Petrovic and Morela, two core midfielders, began to play a role. After the two forwards were in the position, the two began to take turns to deliver shells to the team.

In the 35th minute of the game, the guerrillas scored the second shot of the game. It was a long shot that forward Cleo directly took off after receiving the pass on the right side of the penalty area, but unfortunately he deviated slightly from the goal position.

"In this game, the guerrilla strikers seem to prefer long-range shots to threaten the goal, but this indirectly proves that Arsenal's defender mission in this game was quite good."

In the next ten minutes, Arsenal was not idle either. The attack was always mutual. When one side's offensive ended, the other side had the opportunity to perform.

Arsenal, who has better overall strength, performed more crazily than the guerrillas in the following time. Every time he got the ball, Wilshire and Xiaofa could always find the gap between his opponents and send the ball smoothly.

Arshavin and Walcott also finally showed their speed advantage and both contributed a shot.

As for Liu Feng, after the guerrillas failed to score a third time outside the penalty area, he also gave a long shot near the top of the penalty area that almost suffocated the guerrilla fans.

"Fabregas dribbled the ball and broke through. Iliyev did not defend himself. He directly penetrated from the right side, passing the ball diagonally, and Afeng and Iliy rushed towards the ball at the same time!"

"Bang!"

"Shoot directly!!!"

When that was the case, Liu Feng, who was running ahead of time, pulled the rolling ball hard at a speed of only half a second faster than Ilic, and the ball drew a graceful arc and flew towards the goal.

However, this time, it was really a lucky guerrilla team.

“DUANG!”

When the ball flew towards the goal from an angle close to the right post, it first brushed the inner edge of the post and then flew into the goal.

But at this moment, there was a horizontal figure who did not pounce on the ball.

That's right, Stoykovic.

"Bang"
Chapter completed!