Chapter 10: Brazil Team, Is That All?
The Goal Keeper for the Brazil Team was named Renan, and he never expected his teammate to make such a basic mistake.
But at this moment, he couldn't even bother to blame his teammate.
The ball, poked away by Lin Feng, was now rolling towards the penalty area.
He had to get to the ball before Lin Feng, otherwise, he was highly likely to repeat the last mistake and concede another goal.
Renan's charge speed was already very fast, and as he charged, the football was still constantly rolling towards him.
This was a huge advantage for him!
So, upon seeing Renan charge out, the Brazilian fans collectively breathed a sigh of relief.
This ball should be fine now. Although Leonardo made a very, very basic mistake, he at least interfered with the opponent, giving the Goal Keeper a chance to get the ball.
“Ah, this ball is a bit of a pity!”
“Lin Feng’s poke was a little too strong, but you can’t blame him; after all, completing that action while running at such high speed is already very difficult.”
In the broadcast studio, Huang Jianxiang felt a great pity when he saw that this ball was hopeless.
If this ball hadn't been poked too far, it would most likely have been another goal.
If this ball had gone in, the situation would have been completely different.
Leading by one goal is very different from leading by two goals. If the National Youth Team could lead by two goals before the end of the first half, they would not only have more room for error, but also more tactical options in the second half.
More importantly, China players generally have poor mentality; when the score is tight or they are trailing, they often underperform.
However, without the pressure of the score, they can not only fully utilize their abilities, but even overperform.
However, just when everyone thought this ball had no chance and would definitely be obtained by the Goal Keeper, Lin Feng had not given up; he was still accelerating!
His legs continuously exerted force, alternating rapidly, moving so fast that he was running out of afterimages!
The fans in the stands and the commentators on television were all stunned watching this scene.
The distance between Lin Feng and the Brazil Goal Keeper, Renan, rapidly closed!
10 meters!
5 meters!
3 meters!
The next moment, the two were about to meet!
Can he succeed?
Everyone held their breath, not daring to blink, fearing they would miss this exciting moment.
Renan, like Leonardo, also panicked due to being shocked by Lin Feng's speed.
Too fast, truly too fast.
The opponent arrived much faster than he expected, leaving him almost no time to deal with the ball.
At this point, retreating was impossible. Fortunately, the ball had already rolled into the penalty area. Renan steeled himself, gritted his teeth, gambled everything, and fiercely pounced towards the ball.
As long as he could get the ball, everything would be over!
On the opposite side, Lin Feng made the same choice.
After forcefully pushing off for the last step, he extended his right leg!
Who loses?
Who wins?
Everyone's eyes widened!
Bang!
With a dull thud, the two collided.
Beep!
The Referee's whistle sounded immediately.
Wow!
The scene was in an uproar, Klaus Toppmöller sprang up from his seat.
Please don't get hurt!
He would rather not have this ball than have anything happen to Lin Feng.
For a player his age, injury is the biggest threat.
How many geniuses in football have been ruined by injuries?
There are simply too many to count!
“Hang in there!”
“Don’t get hurt!”
Fans in the stands and in front of their televisions were all worried about Lin Feng at this moment.
Some young female fans were even so sad that they shed tears, as if Lin Feng had passed away on the spot.
It was not easy for the National Team to produce a top genius, and everyone cherished him immensely, holding him in their hands for fear of dropping him, and holding him in their mouths for fear of melting him. Seeing him fall to the ground and not get up at this moment, their worry and heartache were immense.
Fortunately, Lin Feng quickly patted his backside and stood up, then moved his ankle, seeming to be fine.
This made the fans breathe a huge sigh of relief; it's good that he's okay, it's good that he's okay!
Since Lin Feng was fine, everyone's focus shifted to how this ball should be judged.
“The Goal Keeper definitely touched the ball first, this should be called a charge on the Goal Keeper by the China player!”
The Brazilian fans asserted confidently, insisting that Lin Feng had charged the Goal Keeper.
However, the facts slapped them hard in the face: the Referee pointed to the penalty spot, awarding the China Team a penalty kick!
And he also showed a yellow card to the Brazil Team's Goal Keeper!
At this point, the Brazilians were completely dumbfounded!
The China fans on the side, however, clapped their hands in joy, applauding the Referee's wise decision.
“Ah, it’s a pity Lin Feng didn’t lie on the grass for a bit longer; otherwise, the opposing Goal Keeper might have received a red card!”
“Heh heh, maybe he’s too young and lacks experience in this area. If it were someone else, they’d at least perform a 360-degree diving spin, and then roll a few times on the grass.”
“I don’t think it’s necessary. Diving and such things ruin one’s character. It’s better not to learn such opportunistic methods. Being down-to-earth allows one to go further!”
At this moment, the television began to replay the slow motion of the collision.
Through the slow-motion replay, it could be clearly seen that although the two arrived almost simultaneously,
Lin Feng’s speed was faster; he touched the ball a step ahead, causing the ball’s position to change slightly, which made the opposing Goal Keeper miss and directly pounce on Lin Feng.
The Referee’s decision was perfectly valid, and his ability to see everything clearly with his naked eye in such a short time was enough to prove he was an excellent Referee.
“You take this kick!”
Chen Tao patted Lin Feng’s shoulder, yielding the penalty kick to him.
Although he was the China Youth Team's primary penalty taker, this ball was earned by the opponent with great effort, and it was only right that he take it himself.
His teammates had no objection to Chen Tao’s decision, and even the coaching staff on the sidelines nodded in agreement.
Given that, Lin Feng also didn't stand on ceremony.
He took the kick himself, deceiving the Goal Keeper with his rhythm and calmly slotting the ball in.
2:0!
The National Football Team’s advantage was already very significant.
There was only one minute of added time in the first half, and the entire Brazil Team seemed to have suffered a major blow, unable to organize any effective attacks.
Moreover, they seemed to have been intimidated by the National Youth Team's unreasonable counterattacks and dared not attack at all.
“Heh heh, the Brazil Team was practically defeated by China Team’s number 10 and number 23!”
“They underestimated us too much!”
“Do they really think Brazilian Football is invincible?”
In the stands, many scouts who had come for the reputation were whispering among themselves, commenting on the Brazil Team's poor performance.
Compared to the Brazil Team in the previous World Youth Championship, the strength of this Brazil Team had clearly regressed.
They lacked top stars in their team; the last Brazil Team had impressive players like Alves and Fernandinho.
But in this World Youth Championship, among the players in the Brazil Team, there were simply no such players to be found.
In contrast, their opponent, the National Youth Team, at least had Chen Tao and Lin Feng, two promising talents that made people's eyes light up.
When did Brazilian Football actually fall to the point where it was inferior to Chinese Football?
This couldn't help but lead to speculation: Is the football kingdom, the Brazil Team, facing a crisis of talent shortage?
As if to confirm everyone’s speculation, the National Youth Team proactively changed formations in the second half.
From a 4-5-1 to a 4-4-2, shifting from defensive counter-attack to active offense, launching a fierce assault on the Brazil Team.
The Brazil Team seemed to have been scared by the National Youth Team’s quick counterattacks. During halftime, they made extensive preparations to counter the National Youth Team’s counterattacks, but they didn’t expect the opponent to play outside the box and quietly change their tactics!
Caught off guard, the Brazil Team was very uncomfortable with the National Youth Team’s extremely aggressive pressing offense.
Already anxious after falling behind, they also made the wrong tactical preparations.
What was worse, the China players' confidence had been boosted, and they dared to make moves on the field.
For a time, the National Youth Team's offense was vibrant, with various fluid combinations, leaving the Brazilians breathless.
In the 75th minute of the second half, Zhao Xuri received a back pass from Lin Feng and unleashed a long-range shot from outside the penalty area, a world-class strike that found the top corner of the goal.
The score became 3:0!
The Brazil Team was completely outplayed!
The scouts in the stands were stunned. Was this still the National Youth Team they knew?
How did it feel like a transformation had occurred overnight?
It had become so unfamiliar!?
Affected by this, in addition to Lin Feng and Chen Tao, players from the National Youth Team such as Gao Lin, Feng Xiaoting, and Zhao Xuri also entered the sights of various scouts due to their excellent performances on the field.
Many non-giant clubs began to show interest in them.
