bdsm-fiction Chapter 372: Fast as a Meteor (Chinese National Football Team)
Chapter 372: Fast as a Meteor (Chinese National Football Team)
"Li Gangren suddenly shot from outside the penalty area and volleyed the ball into the lower right corner of the goal!"
"Chen Wei! Beautiful side dive! Push the ball out of the baseline with your fingertips!"
"The Chinese team conceded so few goals in this tournament, and Chen Wei played an indispensable role in this. This goalkeeper from Shanghai SIPG finally found his form after experiencing a slump in the 2018 Jakarta Asian Games!"
"During this period, the Korean team's offensive was very fierce. It was even difficult for the Chinese team to pass the ball from the backcourt or to find Chu Feng. It has to be said that there is an objective gap between the two teams."
"Now we just hope that the Chinese team can withstand the pressure and find opportunities through quick counterattacks, allowing Chu Feng to display his personal strength as much as possible."
"Come and see South Korea's corner kick."
Rajamangala Stadium.
South Korean fans waved the Taegeukgi and cheered for the South Korean players.
It's just that their momentum is far inferior to that of Chinese fans.
Moreover, most of the Thai fans in the stadium automatically became Chu Feng's fans after the Thai team was eliminated by the Chinese team.
It is equivalent to thousands of Korean fans competing against tens of thousands of Chinese fans, just like a small boat in the vast ocean.
As the first Korean to join Bayern, Zheng Youying wiped the sweat from his forehead, made a gesture, and took a run-up to take a corner kick.
This time he didn't kick a high ball, but a half-high ball towards the penalty spot!
This caught the Chinese team off guard and they made a mistake in their first clearance, allowing the ball to be passed to Li Gangren behind them.
The young Korean player from Valencia subconsciously poked the football!
Snapped!
With a crisp sound, the football passed through the densely packed penalty area and went into the goal under Chen Wei's armpit!
1: 1!
“——!!! (The ball went in)”
The Korean commentator Park Moon-sung in the stands stood up and shouted at the top of his lungs while holding the microphone!
"Li Gangren! Li Gangren! In the 28th minute of the game, our corner kick caused chaos in the Chinese team's penalty area, and Li Gangren took advantage of the chaos to shoot and score!"
"This is the strength of Korea U23. They can seize any opportunity!"
"Look at the Chinese players. They paid a heavy price for this low-level mistake and conceded a goal!"
"Is the Chinese Ballon d'Or team strong?"
"Today, we will defeat the Chinese team and win the U23 Asian Cup!"
As Park Wencheng spoke, he raised his eyebrows provocatively at the Chinese media commentary booth next door.
Rajamangala Stadium.
After scoring the goal, Li Gangren ran wildly in excitement and slid on his knees in the corner area to celebrate.
He has always been very ambitious and was unwilling to stay in an unknown team like Valencia. Instead, he wanted to use Valencia as a springboard to join the top five leagues.
So what could be more eye-catching than beating Mr. Ballon d'Or?
"One more goal, one more goal!"
"Kick the Chinese team!"
"we are the champion!"
The weak Korean fans were revived at this moment and waved flags and cheered wildly.
Huang Zhengyu, who was not far away, shook his hands in frustration. He thought Zheng Youying would kick a high ball, but his attention was attracted by Jin Dongxian who was running forward behind him, which eventually led to a fatal mistake in clearing the ball.
In a game with this much attention, a mistake can often ruin a player, causing him to live in regret and frustration for the rest of his life.
"Don't be so damn dejected! If we concede a goal, we should find a way to score it back. Besides, we're not behind, right?"
Chu Feng patted Huang Zhengyu's shoulder hard.
Once when he took over the captain's armband of Manchester United, someone said to him: Some players are not real leaders but try to be leaders. Such people will always scold others after they make mistakes. The real leaders on the court are mentally prepared when they take the court - everyone makes mistakes.
"But remember, don't make the same mistake again next time. I will retreat to the flank area later. Don't kick the ball blindly when I pass it. Pay attention to my position and keep it at my feet as much as possible!"
Chu Feng patted Huang Zhengyu again, took the football thrown by Chen Wei, turned and walked towards the center circle.
At this moment, he felt the gap between the two teams, and also felt the gap between Chinese football and Korean football.
It was not formed in a day or two, but was the result of countless days and nights.
Sometimes he was also very confused.
Can I lead Chinese football to close the gap?
Chu Feng shook his head vigorously, putting his chaotic thoughts behind him.
After he was reborn, he understood one thing: there is no point in wandering aimlessly.
To quote Mourinho's life motto: It has been destined that I can only pick flowers among thorns, but the important thing is to be persistent in victory and belief.
And Mourinho said it a long time ago.
Chu Feng is similar to him in essence.
Beep! ! !
The shrill whistle brought Chu Feng back to reality. He passed the ball back to Duan Liuyu, then turned around and joined the Korean team's formation.
At this moment, in the middle of the large expanse of white, there was a red figure that was extremely conspicuous.
"The South Korean team continues to press high!"
"The Chinese team's formation was severely squeezed. Feng Boxuan passed the ball to Cao Yongjing from the wing, and Jin Zhenzhi suddenly rushed forward from the back!"
"The ball was passed to Yuan Douzai next to him! He made a long pass to the left!"
"Zheng Youying is very fast. He carried Dilmurati to get the ball, then stopped suddenly and started to break through from the outside!"
Dilmurat knew he couldn't catch up, so he simply reached out and grabbed Zheng Youying's jersey, intending to commit a tactical foul on the wing.
But Zheng Youying had already passed the ball, and with a crisp sound of touching the ball, the football flew to the back of the penalty area!
Hwang Ui-joo!
He quickly determined the landing point and took position to prepare for the header!
But a figure suddenly appeared in the field of vision. He ran out of the goal, jumped high, and punched the football out of the penalty area with both fists!
"Chen Wei! Take the initiative and attack decisively!"
"Don't forget to protect the second point!"
The camera follows the football and finally locks on the front of the penalty area.
There, Li Gangren was ready to go, in a volley posture!
He wants to reverse the game with a beautiful world wave!
Korean fans subconsciously held their breath, waiting for the imagined scene to happen.
No!
A red figure suddenly appeared!
His tense face was full of madness!
Towards the falling football and towards Li Gangren's feet, he leaped forward recklessly to head the ball!
There were bursts of exclamations at the Rajamangala Stadium!
This Chinese player used his head to confront Li Gangren's feet?
Li Gangren's pupils suddenly shrank and he swung his legs three points faster, wanting to be the first to complete the shot!
He did it.
Two muffled sounds were heard in succession.
boom!boom!
The football did not fly forward, but bounced backwards!
"Li Gangren's shot was blocked by Huang Zhengyu's head!"
"Where's the ball?"
"In the middle, Chu Feng, the football bounced in front of him!"
Before He Wei finished speaking, he heard the Korean commentator Park Moon-sung mumbling in the commentary booth next door.
"No chance! No chance!"
"While we were attacking in the frontcourt, our backcourt defense remained intact!"
"Even if he's lucky enough to break through, we can still commit a tactical foul and block him outside the penalty area!"
Park Moon-seong spoke a lot of words in an instant, like a machine gun.
But the next second!
His hand holding the microphone was shaking uncontrollably.
The spotlights of the Rajamangala Stadium poured down, turning the green field into a dreamlike stage.
That red figure was as fast as a shooting star!!!
In an instant, it cut through the noisy night sky of Bangkok!
Launch an attack on the Korean team's dense defense line!
Pass the ball and avoid Yuan Douzai's side tackle!
Dribble the ball and avoid Jin Dongxian's frontal tackle!
"huh-huh"
Chu Feng took a deep breath and raised his eyes slightly!
In front of him, Lee Sang-min and Jung Tae-woo were like gates about to close, blocking all his routes of advance!
But there is still a single gap in the middle!
At this moment, his heart was beating as wildly as a drum, as if an electric current was rushing through his body, bursting out at a terrifying speed in an instant!
One step, two steps!
He squeezed into the gap in two steps and ate Lee Sang-min alive!
Jin Hefan was horrified when he saw this scene.
He could only place his last hope on Zheng Taiyu. Even if it was a malicious foul, he had to stop Chu Feng!
Otherwise, the morale of the South Korean team would plummet in an instant if they were conceded a goal like this, and they would never have a chance to win the Asian Cup U23 championship again!
Zheng Taiyu ruthlessly tackled from behind!
Chu Feng tripped on his left foot, and all the weight of his body was placed on his right leg!
He staggered as if he was about to fall to the ground in the next second.
The referee even picked up the whistle, ready to call a foul on the defending team.
Everyone in the world thought he would fall.
But Chu Feng himself didn't believe it!
Grit your teeth tightly and use the muscles in your right leg!
Prop up the body that was about to fall!
After regaining his balance, he smashed the ball to the left, avoiding Lee Sang-min who was chasing after him!
The left foot delivered the final fatal blow!
boom!
The football passed by Song Fangen and went into the South Korean team's goal, shocking fans all over the world!
2:1! ! !
The Rajamangala Stadium was shaking.
Cheers that resounded through the sky suddenly broke out, hitting the eardrums as violently as a storm, bringing the atmosphere on the scene to a climax!
"Chu Feng!!!——"
"Chu Feng!!!——"
"Chu Feng!!!——"
Immediately afterwards, the voices of tens of thousands of fans seemed to converge into a waterfall, washing every corner of the stadium!
The on-site commentary booth was even more lively.
"The ball goes in! Chu Feng! Chu Feng!"
"This is the real Chu Feng, and this is our Chu Feng!"
"He scored an incredible goal!"
"He single-handedly defeated this Korean team!"
"He dribbled past four players in just four seconds!"
"He even broke free from the shackles of inertia when he was tackled from behind, propped up his body that was about to fall, and held up his spine!"
"Chu Feng!!!——"
"He personally played the magnificent movement that belongs to Chinese football!"
He Wei roared while shaking.
The Korean commentator Park Moon-sung collapsed on the bench, his eyes lost all their luster, as if his soul was shaken by this goal.
"Xiba! Xiba! Xiba!"
"It's him again, it's him again, it's him again!"
"The South Korean team was defeated by one person?!"
Immediately, he hammered the table frantically, making a "bang bang" sound!
Rajamangala Stadium.
Chu Feng, who ran to the corner area to celebrate, was drowned out by the excitement of his teammates.
Among them, Huang Zhengyu wiped the blood oozing from his forehead, then reached out to wipe the corners of his eyes, grinning with the happiest smile possible.