Chapter 9: He's Too Fast!

Seeing Lin Feng dribble into the penalty area, Brazil's Goal Keeper was clearly flustered.

His opponent's speed was simply too fast, reaching him almost in the blink of an eye, leaving him no time to prepare.

In a hurry, he chose to charge out.

But it was clearly too late; by the time he charged out, Lin Feng had already adjusted his steps and rhythm, drawing his bow and preparing to shoot!

With a loud bang, the football whistled away.

Lin Feng's shot was fast, powerful, and at an extremely tricky angle.

Facing such a high-quality shot, the Brazil Goal Keeper could only surrender.

"Goal!!!"

In the CCTV studio, Huang Jianxiang's voice suddenly rose by eight octaves, practically roaring his commentary:

"China Team scored the first goal of this match in the 37th minute of the first half, and the scorer is the National Football Team's left winger, Lin Feng!"

"1:0! We're leading Brazil Team!"

Even after confirming the score on the scoreboard three times, Huang Jianxiang still found it hard to believe.

Brazil Team, that's Brazil Team!

That's a goal they've dreamed of breaking through!

Even today, Zhao Junzhe's crossbar shot at the World Cup three years ago still left many Chinese fans with lingering regret, unable to let it go.

But today, they actually broke through the goal they had always dreamed of breaking.

"Someone pinch me, is this really not a dream?"

"If it's a dream, wouldn't you know by pinching yourself?"

"Hiss, that hurts like hell, this is absolutely not a dream!"

"Damn, brother, you actually pinched? You're a savage!"

"National Youth Team is so awesome, with this goal, staying up tonight was definitely worth it!"

"More than just worth it, this is practically a New Year's celebration for the fans!"

"Haha, if it weren't for the shops being closed outside, I'd definitely go out and buy firecrackers to celebrate!"

At this time, it was past three in the morning in China, but the fans who stayed up to watch the match were all energetic, as if they had been injected with adrenaline.

For how many years, National Football Team fans haven't been this elated!

It's really not easy!

At this moment, the television was replaying the goal, and Huang Jianxiang's voice was still excited:

"Chen Tao's pass was excellent, providing ample lead, and Lin Feng did not disappoint his teammate's expectations; he received the ball ahead of the defender and scored!"

"This 17-year-old youngster, having only played twice for the National Youth Team, has already helped the China Team score two goals; his appearance is like a gift from heaven to Chinese Football!"

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The moment Lin Feng scored, the stadium erupted like a volcanic eruption, completely in a frenzy.

The more than ten thousand National Football Team fans who came to the venue were ecstatic, desperately waving their flags and letting out unintelligible shouts.

Not to mention them, Lin Feng's teammates didn't fare much better.

Upon seeing Lin Feng score, they cheered with raised arms and rushed towards Lin Feng like madmen.

"Well done!"

"Great shot!"

"Lin Ge is awesome!"

Everyone enthusiastically high-fived and hugged Lin Feng, and some put their arms around his shoulders, patting his chest and back.

This goal came at the perfect time, delivering a heavy blow to Brazil Team's arrogance when their offense was at its peak.

From the stunned faces of the Brazil players, it was clear they were truly hit hard.

The National Youth Team's sudden goal greatly exceeded Brazil Team's expectations.

When they were drawn against the National Youth Team, Brazil was incredibly relaxed.

They were even considering their semi-final opponents, seemingly not taking the National Youth Team seriously at all, believing it would be an easy and pleasant victory.

However, reality slapped them hard!

They were actually trailing, and against the National Youth Team, whom they looked down upon!

Suddenly, a raging fire ignited in the hearts of the Brazil players.

They seemed to have suffered some kind of great humiliation, each of them frantically determined to fight the National Youth Team to the death.

Brazil Team's discipline was not strong to begin with, and now, with their heads clouded by anger, they played even more undisciplined.

After the match resumed, Brazil launched a massive offensive.

But in the face of the National Youth Team's increasingly steady and tight defense, they gained no advantage.

As time in the first half dwindled, the Brazil players became more and more anxious, even starting to go it alone, abandoning their teammates.

However, this gave the National Youth Team an opportunity to pick them off one by one.

In the 44th minute, Brazil Team's midfielder Evandro attempted to forcefully dribble into the penalty area but was intercepted by the National Youth Team at the edge of the box.

National Youth Team captain Feng Xiaoting quickly passed the ball to Chen Tao, who had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time.

He adjusted after receiving the ball, then sent another long pass to find Lin Feng on the wing.

Lin Feng had already started his counter-run when Feng Xiaoting intercepted the ball.

By the time Chen Tao passed the ball, his speed had completely picked up, like a supercar, he dashed out rapidly.

Due to Lin Feng's previous goal, Brazil Team had increased their defensive efforts on him.

The opposing full-back was constantly monitoring Lin Feng's movements, and when Chen Tao passed the ball, he still had the advantage in positioning.

But as Lin Feng continuously accelerated, the Brazil full-back desperately realized that he was being gradually outrun by his opponent.

In a panic, he reached out to grab Lin Feng's jersey, trying to pull him down, using a tactical foul to disrupt the opponent's attack.

However, to his surprise, the opponent's jersey was very slippery; he pulled it but couldn't hold on, and Lin Feng accelerated and broke free.

Although he didn't pull Lin Feng down, it still had some impact on Lin Feng's run.

His body staggered, and his speed slowed down considerably.

Although Lin Feng quickly regained his balance and rapidly picked up speed.

But that brief moment gave Brazil Team's center-back an opportunity to clear the ball.

Leonardo tilted his head to look at Lin Feng's position, while striding with his long legs, sprinting towards the ball's landing spot.

There were no other teammates in front of him except the Goal Keeper, so he had to get to this ball, control it, or clear it, and absolutely not give the opponent a chance to receive it.

Once the opponent got the ball, they would very likely face the same scene as a few minutes ago!

Brazil Team was strong, but if they conceded two goals in the first half, their chances of winning this match would be very slim.

Leonardo ran faster and faster, almost creating wind with his feet!

He felt this was the fastest he had ever run.

Indeed, under immense pressure, people can unleash their potential.

He wanted to remember this feeling so that he could break through his limits in the future.

However, while he was busy contemplating, a red figure appeared beside him.

Who is it?

Leonardo was greatly surprised!

He turned his head and was astonished to find that the opponent was China Team's number 23!

It's him!

The opponent was just behind him a moment ago, how did he catch up in the blink of an eye?

Leonardo's heart pounded, clearly panicked.

At this moment, the football had landed, right in front of the two of them.

Leonardo dared not control the ball under his feet; this position was too dangerous, and the consequences of losing the ball would be unimaginable.

So, without thinking, he directly swung his long leg and kicked the football, wanting to clear the ball directly from outside the penalty area.

Leonardo's leg swing was stylish, but his fall was very clumsy.

That's right, he completely missed his kick!

Lin Feng had poked the ball away first!

It's over!

It's all over!

In the instant he fell, Leonardo's mind went blank.