" What?" Alegni looked at Chen Feng, who was seated at the 12-yard position on the pitch. He was now as jealous as he could be. The strength that Chen Feng had displayed in this match was truly outstanding." Why is he not a player of our Juventus?"”
"Barcelona! Barcelona! Barcelona!" The only impression the Americans had of football clubs was Barcelona because they were similar to the fake Chinese fans. They only knew about the World Cup and did not know about the club league.
In fact, because the club represented the club, it seemed that no one paid much attention to it. In fact, the competition was very fierce, especially in the Champions League.
Now, it was the runner-up of the Champions League last year, the showdown with the quarter-finals team, Barcelona.
Chen Feng bent down and touched the football on the lawn in his hand. He then looked at the goalkeeper, Buffon.
Buffon wiped his gloves and looked at Chen Feng solemnly.
In this world, the goalkeeper who could save the penalty kick the most was Buffon, and he was also the soul of Juventus.
In 1995, the seventeen-year-old Buffon made his Serie A debut and represented Parma as a substitute goalkeeper.
In 2017, Chen Feng, at the age of 17, stood on the International Champions League stage.
It resulted in a foul from Italy's main defender, Chiellini, in the penalty area, and he walked to the 12-yard penalty spot.
He was facing the world's number one goalkeeper, Buffon.
Chen Feng was expressionless as he looked at Buffon coldly." Young player Buffon " was looking at Chen Feng seriously. Chen Feng had already scored a goal earlier, and it was facing Buffon.
Buffon took a deep breath.
The focus of the audience was on the two of them.
" Chen Feng, good luck!" On Barcelona's substitutes 'bench, the main players Messi and Suáriz spoke loudly. No one was more excited than them, especially Messi. He seemed to have realized that after Neymar left, Chen Feng's role would replace Neymar's position on the team.
Moreover, this Chen Feng's strength was extremely impressive.
Messi was now desperate to win the Champions League.
"Chen Feng and Buffon are facing each other head-on. I feel that if this ball was kicked by Wu Lei, Buffon would have easily pounced out.”Huang Jianxiang, a well-known commentator in the country, could not help but laugh. At this time, he did not forget to criticize the Chinese football striker Wu Lei.
"Don't say that. If Gao Lin kicked, I'm afraid Buffon would just stand there and not move.”Duan Xuan coughed. Recently, Central TV had specially invited Huang Jianxiang and Duan Xuan back to give commentary because Chen Feng had received too much attention in the country.
Moreover, the broadcast fee for a warm-up match like the International Champions League did not cost much. At least, it was much cheaper than the broadcast fee for La Liga and the Premier League.
Si Jiali held her chin and silently looked at the handsome youth on the field. She did not know much about football. When she looked at Chen Feng, her eyes were filled with curiosity.
The feeling that Chen Feng gave her was one word: Mysterious.
" Chen Feng, good luck!" Emma Watson, despite her busy schedule, ended her Hollywood trip and came to watch the match. Her seat was not very far from Chen Feng.
Chen Feng ran and shot a powerful kick right in front of Buffon.
He was young, full of strength, and his footwork was outstanding. Chen Feng had aimed for the center position. He wanted to kick right in the middle, aiming for the position below the door beam.
Buffon looked at Chen Feng's actions and reacted.
His reaction speed was already fast enough.，
However, it was not faster than the speed of the football.
Buffon jumped and tried to block the football with one hand at the top of the goal.
His judgment was right.
The audience gasped.
Everyone thought that the ball had been thrown out.
However, the speed of the ball was too fast. Buffon only felt a strong burning sensation and pain in his arm. The football left his hand and flew into the goal.
“|The ball went in! Chen Feng had f * cking scored again. Was he really Chinese? He was too amazing! F * ck, our Chinese football team lacks a striker like Chen Feng. Let the national football team adopt Chen Feng! This way, they would not be afraid of someone wasting the few opportunities in Chinese football.”Huang Jianxiang cursed.
At this moment, he was already a little incoherent.
After scoring, Chen Feng was extremely relaxed. He merely made a gesture of gratitude to the audience on the field before turning around and hugging his teammates.
In contrast, Buffon had a disappointed expression on his face. Buffon placed one hand on his beard and pinched it back and forth, thinking about why this person called Chen Feng was so strong.
Buffon subconsciously took off his gloves slowly.
The center of his palm was already red and was still emitting smoke.
"This is a very terrifying powerful volley. Sometimes, even if the goalkeeper pounces in front of the football, his hands can't fully support the football! In the history of football, there were many outstanding players who shot with great force. For example, the God of War of Argentina, Batistuta, shot with great force at a speed of 124 km/h.”The commentator Duan Xuan said.
"I feel that Chen Feng's ball speed is at least 150 km/h.”Huang Jianxiang said excitedly.
"It hurts so much." Buffon put on his gloves and was a little speechless. For a goalkeeper, the most painful thing was that I had obviously pounced on the penalty kick, but the ball was too fast and my hand couldn't stop it.
"That's amazing." Si Jiali clasped her hands together and stared at Chen Feng on the court. She had no interest in football. However, for some reason, after watching Chen Feng's performance in this match, she had no choice but to admit defeat.
The match continued.
The current score was two to two.
Both sides went back and forth. In the next 20 minutes, no one scored.
Alegni could not take it anymore. Barcelona was even more motivated to defend because of Chen Feng's goal.
The Juventus players, except for the three players in the midfield, were all main players. How could they lose?!
Bentankur successfully intercepted the ball again and intercepted Andre Gomez's football. Dennis Suárez wanted to intercept the ball, and Bentankur passed the ball to Matuidi.
After Matuidi received the ball, he made a long pass to Cuadrado in the front field. After receiving the ball, Cuadrado faced the defense and passed the ball diagonally. There were not many Barcelona defenders in front of him.
He passed the ball to Higuaín in front of the penalty area.
Chen Feng ran quickly, attempting to intercept the ball. This time, Higuaín seized the opportunity and shot with great force.
Barcelona's substitute goalkeeper, Silessen, saved the ball.
Cuadrado, who was running in front of the penalty area, made a follow-up shot. Barcelona's player, Umtiti, did not defend in time!
The ball went in again.
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