Van der Fate's mind was thinking of becoming the savior of the Dutch team and becoming the hero in the hearts of the Dutch. That feeling made Van der Fate climax before he scored a goal.

However, a figure broke out from the slant, and the most fierce shovel was used to snatch it, leaving behind the ball under Vanderfate's feet. At the same time, Vanderfate mixed on the ball and flew out from afar, rolling for several rounds and falling to the ground.

Van der Fate was a little confused. He turned to look, but found that Ye Feng, who had completed the tackle, had quickly gotten up and drove the ball to the backcourt of the Netherlands team.

At this moment, the Football City Stadium couldn't help but exclaim, and the atmosphere suddenly became crazy.

Ye Feng's tackle is even more standard and classic than in textbooks!

It is fast, sharp, accurate, with an unyielding domineering spirit, as if no one can pass through the invisible barrier.

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 the next second, the situation on the field suddenly changed, as if the mountains and the earth were suddenly collapsed.

The German team's fast break is here!

The high-pressure pressing is formed, which means that the German team has no fewer players in the Dutch half than the Dutch backcourt players.

At the moment Ye Feng intercepted the ball, the high-pressure pressing position immediately became a fast attack running position, as if the sharp blade was penetrated directly into the heart of the Dutch team.

The Dutch fans were so nervous that they couldn't speak. The German team's fast break had become their sharpest weapon, which was terrifying.

More in the frontcourt and less!

Ye Feng drove the ball and sprinted quickly. Bolt turned around and added the bonus of the sound dribble, making his dribble extremely terrifying speed, just like a lightning bolt that struck the Dutch team's penalty area.

Barack was sprinting, Mueller was sprinting, Gomez was sprinting, and Reus was sprinting, tearing the Dutch team's defense line to pieces.

The German team's fast attack was like a thug, unscrupulously destroying everything in front of them.

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

Sneider rushed in front, Van der Fate had just been intercepted, and although Englar had already chased back desperately, the German team's fast attack speed made him feel a little desperate.

Only the Dutch team's back line was left to resist the attacks of German thugs, and it seemed weak and in a storm.

Ma Tyson rushed forward and forced Ye Feng to defend himself. Facing Ye Feng who was sprinting with all his might, he only hoped that he could stand at the position, delay the German team's offensive speed, and buy time for his teammates' replay.

However, Ye Feng did not give Ma Tyson the opportunity to block him. After placing the ball horizontally to Barack, Ye Feng kept walking past Ma Tyson in an instant. At the same time, Barack's pass had already appeared in front of Ye Feng. Two guys with extremely tacit understanding completed a classic two-pass and one-on-one cooperation.

Ma Tyson turned around and wanted to pull Ye Feng, but because Ye Feng's explosive power was too strong, Ma Tyson's outstretched hand did not hold Ye Feng at all, and pulled him into a trap.

Looking at Ye Feng's resolute back in despair, the Dutch defender, who was only one word short of Tyson's name, did not have Tyson's spirit of never giving up, and he became decadent.

Ye Feng obviously didn't care about his opponent's feelings. At this moment, he became more and more like a cold-blooded assassin, slowly pulling out his bloody sword and stabbing his opponent with a sharp look.

At the top of the penalty area, there are no Dutch defensive players.

The last Dutch central defender has been behind Gomesca.

Every grass and tree in the Dutch penalty area clearly entered Ye Feng's sight.

Stekrenberg was ready to stand in front of the goal, his eyes focused, but his unnatural hand had fully exposed his panic;

Hetinga was behind Gomesca and could not push him up at all;

Van der Weill didn't dare to let Mull run around, following the German team's shit-stumbling stick;

As for Van Bronkhorst, he was also tortured by the Rockets' speed and was almost mad, and he was unable to go to the top of the penalty area to block Ye Feng;

At this moment, Ye Feng seemed to be back to the very persistent attitude of long shots when he just got the system!

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

Every professional player may have an offensive gene hidden in his bones, and Ye Feng is no exception.

He longs to siege the team like a striker, to be the focus of everyone's attention, to enjoy the pleasure of scoring goals, and to hear all the fans shouting at their names after scoring.

Therefore, he will seize every opportunity and use heavy artillery to break open the goal of every opponent.

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

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

On the World Cup final, the highest stage that attracts attention in the world, what Ye Feng most hopes is to use a heavy gun to draw a perfect end to his World Cup journey!

So, amid the incredible exclamations of all the fans, Ye Feng adjusted his steps and stretched his body so that he could exert the fullest force. The raised right foot seemed to have a thousand pounds of force!

The picture seemed to be still, time seemed to freeze. At that moment, the whole world seemed to be the only scene where Ye Feng swung his right foot hard.

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

When Stekrenberg judged the direction of Ye Feng's shooting, he resolutely jumped across the fish, his eyes full of determination.

However, before the Dutch goalkeeper's figure was fully expanded, the ball had already appeared in the goal behind him, so abrupt and disharmonious.

The ball has entered!

The moment the ball flew into the goal, Ye Feng could no longer help, stood there, roaring to the sky, as if crazy!

Scoring twice!

Heavy artillery bombarded the world!

He was so excited!

He was so excited!

That feeling seemed to destroy the entire planet!

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

All German fans were so excited that they were caring. At that moment, they had become the most exciting person in the whole world.

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

"I knew you could!"

"Damn it exploded!"

"Champion! Champion!"

"You are so incredible!"

"Can I call you God?"

......

Even though he was pressed to 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 eyes were involuntarily turned to the Hercules Cup placed on the sidelines, and he was reluctant to move away for a long time!

Just wait a little longer!

Wait for a while!

I will raise the trophy with my own hands!
Chapter completed!