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Van der Vaart was imagining in his mind that he would become the savior of the Dutch team and the hero in the hearts of the Dutch. That feeling, before Van der Vaart scored a goal, had already climaxed.

However, a figure came out of the oblique stab, and with the most ferocious shovel, left the ball under Van der Vaart's feet. The circle fell to the ground.

Van der Vaart was a little stunned. He turned his head and found that Ye Feng, who had completed the tackle, had quickly got up and rushed to the Dutch team's backcourt with the ball.

At this moment, the football city stadium couldn't help but let out a burst of exclamation, and the atmosphere suddenly became crazy.

Ye Feng's tackle is even more standard and classic than the one in the textbook!

Swift, sharp, accurate, with an indomitable arrogance, like an invisible barrier that no one can pass through.

This is the power of defense, and the art!

At this moment, Ye Feng used his most proud defense to make fans all over the world cheer.

But in the next second, the situation on the field changed suddenly, as if the mountains were falling apart.

The fast break of the German team is coming!

The formation of a high-pressure press means that the German team has no fewer players in the Dutch half than the Dutch backcourt players.

And at the moment Ye Feng steals the ball, the high-pressure pressing position immediately becomes a fast-break running position, like a sharp knife piercing the heart of the Dutch team.

The Dutch fans were so nervous that they could hardly speak. The fast break of the German team has become their sharpest weapon, which is frightening.

Play more and play less in the frontcourt!

Ye Feng sprinted quickly with the ball, and Bolt turned his head and added the bonus of sonic dribbling, which made his dribbling speed extremely terrifying, like a lightning bolt, smashing towards the Dutch team's penalty area.

Ballack was sprinting, Müller was sprinting, Gomez was sprinting, Reus was sprinting, and the Dutch defense was torn apart.

The fast break of the German team was like a thug, wantonly destroying everything in front of them.

The Dutch team no longer has a midfielder to be the first line of defense!

Sneijder rushed to the front, Van der Vaart had just been intercepted, although Englar had desperately chased back, but the fast break speed of the German team made him a little desperate.

Only the Dutch team's back line was left to resist the attack of the German thugs, which seemed weak and precarious.

Ma Taisen stepped up to defend Ye Feng. Facing a sprinting Ye Feng, he only hoped that he could stand still, slow down the German team's attack speed, and buy time for his teammates to replay.

However, Ye Feng did not give Matheson a chance to block him at all. After throwing the ball horizontally to Barack, Ye Feng kept walking and passed Matheson in an instant. At the same time, Barack's pass had appeared in front of Ye Feng. The guy with the incomparable tacit understanding completed a classic two-over-one cooperation.

Ma Taisen turned around and wanted to pull Ye Feng, but because Ye Feng's explosive power was so strong that Ma Taisen's outstretched hand didn't grab Ye Feng at all, and it was empty.

Desperately looking at Ye Feng's resolute back, this Dutch defender whose name is only one word away from Tyson does not have Tyson's spirit of never giving up, and the whole person becomes decadent.

Ye Feng obviously doesn't care about his opponent's feelings. At this moment, he is more and more like a cold-blooded assassin.

Slowly drew out his blood-dripping long sword, and stabbed at the opponent with piercing eyes.

At the top of the arc in the penalty area, there are no Dutch defenders.

The last of the Dutch central defenders has been stuck behind Gomez.

Every plant and tree in the restricted area in the Netherlands clearly entered Ye Feng's sight.

Stekelenborg stood in front of the goal, his eyes focused, but his unnatural hands had fully exposed his inner panic;

Heitinga was stuck behind Gomes and couldn't stand up at all;

Van der Weir didn't dare to let Muller run around, and followed the German team's shit stick;

As for Van Bronckhorst, he was also tortured by the speed of the little rocket and almost went crazy, and he was unable to block Ye Feng at the top of the penalty area;

At this moment, Ye Feng seems to have returned to the obsession with long-range shooting when he just got the system!

At that time, as a defensive midfielder, he only had long shots as an offensive method to threaten the opponent's goal, so he cherished it very much.

In the bones of every professional player, there may be hidden offensive genes, and Ye Feng is no exception.

He is eager to attack the team like a forward, eager to be the focus of attention, eager to enjoy the thrill of scoring, and even more eager to hear all the fans shouting his name after scoring.

Therefore, he will seize every opportunity and use heavy artillery to blast every opponent's goal.

At that time, he was unusually simple and unusually persistent.

Although Ye Feng now has more and more offensive methods, what he is most proud of is the long-range shooting of heavy artillery.

On the world cup final, the highest stage that attracts the attention of the world, what Ye Feng most expects is to use a heavy gun to draw a successful conclusion to his World Cup journey!

Therefore, amidst the inconceivable exclamations of all the fans, Ye Feng adjusted his footsteps, stretched his figure, and allowed himself to exert his full strength. The raised right foot seemed to have a mighty force!

The picture seemed to be still, and time seemed to be frozen. At that moment, it seemed that only the picture of Ye Feng kicking out his right foot was left in the whole world.

The next second, the ball left the ground, and the huge impact made it disappear as if without a trace.

When Stekelenberg judged the direction of Ye Feng's shot, he resolutely jumped across the body, his eyes full of determination.

However, before the Dutch goalkeeper fully stretched out, the ball appeared in the goal behind him, so abrupt and disharmonious.

Go in!

The moment the ball flew into the goal, Ye Feng couldn't bear it any longer, stood where he was, roared to the sky, like a madman!

Scored twice!

Heavy artillery blasted the world!

He is so excited!

He is so excited!

It feels like destroying the entire planet!

The entire Football City Stadium boiled in an instant, and the tsunami swept across, like a tornado passing through, and the high eye of the wind pierced the sky.

All the German fans were excited and carnivaled. At that moment, they had become the most excited people in the whole world.

The German players rushed over frantically, pressed Ye Feng under them, and excitedly celebrated the goal.

I knew you could!

Nima exploded!

Champion! Champion!

You are too unbelievable!

Can I call you God?

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Even though he was pressed at the bottom, Ye Feng still let out a roar, venting the excitement in his heart.

If possible, Ye Feng hopes that time will stay at this moment forever!

He knew that there was no suspense in the game!

His gaze has been cast involuntarily on the Hercules Cup placed on the sidelines, and he has been unwilling to move away for a long time!

Just have to wait a little longer!

Wait a little longer!

I will lift the trophy myself!

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