The score returned to 2 - 2.
"Asentheo! It was amazing! Barcelona has Chen Feng, but don't forget that Real Madrid also has Asensio.”Huang Jianxiang said loudly. His leaning towards Real Madrid's attributes began to be exposed.
“!! This was too surprising. This Asensio's World Wave full moon scimitar had already shown the gap between him and Chen Feng. His ability to surpass others was similarly outstanding. This Spaniard's performance had already surpassed Chen Feng's.”The commentator, Duan Xuan, sighed.
The entire stadium turned into a heat wave at Bernabéu. Countless fans cheered and sang the Real Madrid team song.
" Si Jiali, look. Isn't this young Spanish player very handsome? I think he's even better looking than Chen Feng. In the future, he might become the youngest genius after Neymar! He might even become the king of football for a generation.”Chris Evans spoke again from Scarlet's side.
" In any case, I believe in Chen Feng!" Si Jiali shook her head, her eyes fixed on the seventeen-year-old youth who was wearing the number ninety-nine red and blue jersey.
After Asensio scored, he jumped excitedly and waved his fists at the Barcelona players as if he was venting.
This celebratory action had angered all the Barcelona players present.
Being young meant being hot-headed. This was Asensio, because he came from the youth training camp of Real Mallorca. Real Mallorca was the club that was relegated by Barcelona and was also Real Madrid's younger brother club. From a young age, he knew very well that Barcelona and Real Madrid were archenemies.
For a football player, this kind of arch-enemy was an innate hatred from the moment he joined the Real Mallorca youth training camp. He dreamed of being beaten up by his big brother, Real Madrid, one day!。Now, it had finally come true.
"We can't lose to Barcelona!" Losing to Barcelona meant being attacked by the fans and being pressured by the club's management. Some managers were dismissed because they lost to the same city derby or the national derby.
Not to mention, it was now the national derby of the century between Real Madrid and Barcelona.
"Did you see that? Valverde, don't think that only Barcelona has talented players. Real Madrid has more.”Zidane looked thoughtfully at Barcelona's coach, Valverde.
After Asensio scored, he faced the Barcelona players. He pointed one finger at Chen Feng, then at himself. Next, he pointed his middle finger downward.
It was as if he was saying,'Kneel down!'
"Today, all of Barcelona will kneel down before me at Bernabéu!”Zidane stood up excitedly.、
Chen Feng was expressionless as he sneered. Now that Asensio had scored, it was normal for him to be arrogant and jump around.
The match continued.
Barcelona kicked off the ball, and Andres Niesta dribbled the ball. Xiaobai's stamina was not very good in the second half, and it was now fifty-five minutes into the second half.
More than half of the ninety-minute match had passed.
Niesta's stamina was not very good. After all, he was no longer the young him. As a midfielder who was famous for his breakthrough, speed, and passing, his ability in the midfield began to decline as he grew older.
The midfielders were not like the strikers, who were in their thirties and still had the ability to score in front of the penalty area.
The age requirement for midfielders was still very high.
Niesta passed the ball, wanting to pass it to Rakhic, who was running in front.
The ball accurately reached Rakhic's feet. After Rakhic received the ball, he passed the ball back. However, this pass was a mistake. Modric and Casemiro had already predicted Rakhic's position in advance.
The ball was easily intercepted.
Modric held the ball again and looked forward. He passed the ball and kicked again.
Suddenly, he felt that the ball was empty under his feet.
Turning around, he saw a red and blue afterimage flash past. Chen Feng intercepted Modric's ball and snatched the ball from under his feet.
“!!! It's you again." Modric's ball was intercepted by Chen Feng. Shocked, he tried to chase after it. Chen Feng's running figure was even faster than Modric's speed without the ball.
After all, Modric was already in his early thirties. Although he was younger and stronger than Xiao Bai, his age was still there.
Chen Feng was 17 years old and had lived two lives. With the speed of his two lives, the time required to run 100 meters in the past was halved.
This was Chen Feng's physique and ability, which was close to the level of a torturous beast.
"So fast!" Si Jiali excitedly stood up from her seat.
" Chen Feng!" Emma Watson watched from afar, her eyes filled with excitement." As expected of the Chen Feng who made his name in Liverpool and scored two goals!”
The Real Madrid players wanted to catch up to Chen Feng, but the players at the back were unable to do so. A cold glint flashed across Ramos 'eyes as he leaped up and kicked toward Chen Feng's ankle.
Seeing this, Chen Feng turned around and kicked the ball through his crotch, bypassing Ramos and dodging Ramos 'flying tackle. Ramos was only half a body slower than Chen Feng. He grabbed Chen Feng's clothes. She hugged Chen Feng tightly.
The referee walked towards Ramos.
A yellow card was issued.
Chen Feng wiped the sweat off his forehead. He was currently 35 yards away from the door frame.
The referee signaled for a free kick.
Chen Feng took a deep breath. Messi walked forward, wanting to take the free kick. The gazes of the two met.
"Give it to me." Chen Feng said indifferently.
Messi looked at Chen Feng with mixed feelings. In Barcelona, no one had ever dared to snatch a free kick from him. However, when he thought of Neymar's departure, Messi felt relieved. He did not want Barcelona to lose another talented player.
"Good luck." Messi and Chen Feng stood side by side.
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