Hao Haidong was particularly excited after scoring the goal. Although this was just a training match, although all he had to do was to score the ball in this goal. Although it was obviously Ling Feng gave it to him, it was a goal after all, and it was the first goal he scored in the training match since he entered the Bundesliga!

The players in Hamburg were all mute, with neat steals, fast counterattacks, beautiful and passes without panic at the last minute. They are worthy of being a player who can bring Saint-Germain the "triple crown" with one hand.

Hollerbach smiled on his face. Fortunately, Ling Feng was their teammate. Because of this, he might be able to really pick up the silver disc that Hamburg hadn't encountered in 12 years.

"A Feng, thank you." Hao Haidong said in Chinese. Foreign players like to call Ling Feng Ling, while Chinese people like to call him A Feng.

"Don't be polite, I'm afraid I can't score the ball if I have you covered?" Ling Feng's face was full of smiles, but it really didn't fit his arrogant words.

"Beautiful in!" Baron, who was 1.96 meters tall, smiled and stretched out his hands. Ling Feng and Hao Haidong met with him.

"Big guy, you will hit the front later and I will pass the ball to you." Ling Feng smiled.

"That's what you said!" Baron had a smile on his honest face. As a standing center, he naturally could not be as beautiful as Ling Feng. His advantage is his height, but someone also needs to pass the ball to him. It's not that he can definitely score a header if he is tall. If that's the case, then wouldn't the Czech Republic's two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-to-player Coral who doesn't go to the NBA to play invincible?

The yellow team was not panicked by conceding the goal so quickly. If Ling Feng couldn't even do this, he would not be qualified to have such a great reputation.

With the efforts of main offensive players such as Kovacevic and Ivanoskas, the Yellow team used the pass to avoid Ling Feng's pressing and quickly equalized the score with a header.

The Blue Team's defenders are all substitutes from Hamburg, and they are a bit worse than the Yellow Team in terms of experience and technology.

However, Ling Feng didn't care. He had long thought of this situation that the game could not be supported by a single person. The strength of Hamburg team is uneven, and the strength of the main players is not very strong in the Bundesliga, but the gap between the substitute players and the main players is too big.

Ling Feng continued to attack, and several beautiful people broke through to the wing in disguise. The Bundesliga was not Ligue 1, and his position was automatically leaning to the side from the original middle lane, but it was not clear which side it was. Anyway, his skills in both legs were comprehensive.

Ling Feng broke through Hollebach with speed on the right, and saw Baron's position in the middle, and made a beautiful arc cross with his right foot and directly smashed it over.

Baron used his strong body to press against Henkorz behind him. Ling Feng's pass was extremely beautiful. The ball was very fast but the position was very good. More importantly, the ball was almost flat. Without his height, it was basically impossible to reach the ball.

Baron rushed forward and smashed his forehead hard on the ball. The ball immediately flew into the goal in disguise. Because the distance was too close, even Koltz's hard save was useless, so he could only watch the ball fly into the goal.

"The pass is beautiful!" Baron and Ling Feng hugged. What a wonderful thing it would be if they often receive such passes in the future!

The game continued, and Ling Feng's steal in the midfield put a lot of pressure on the Huang team. The short-distance cooperation of the Bundesliga team is always not as good as that of the Ligue 1, so even if Ling Feng cannot grab the ball, he can destroy the opponent's offense out of the sideline many times.

Hao Haidong has also played his due level since scoring the goal. His speed and physical flexibility are a barrier for the Bundesliga defender. Even the main defender of Hamburg, it is not that easy to grab the ball from Hao Haidong's feet.

More importantly, Hao Haidong is not the kind of player who just acts recklessly. Under Santana's training, Hao Haidong's vision near the penalty area is particularly wide, and he can decisively choose to pass or break through, and create two good opportunities for Baron. If Baron hadn't had his poor life at his feet, he would have already made a hat trick.

Baron smiled at Hao Haidong embarrassedly and thought to himself: "This Chinese player is not bad, it's a good material to be a winger."

But what Baron didn't know was that Hao Haidong's real position was not a winger, but a center. His characteristics were that he had good headers, strong shots, and good sense of forward-stripping and grabbing points. These were already shown through the last goal. What he lacked now was just a beautiful breakthrough goal.

This training match is a survey of the strength of the Hamburg team members of Ling Feng and Hao Haidong. Ling Feng doesn't care, it's mainly Hao Haidong. Whether he can achieve corresponding status in the team depends on the performance of this game.

Ling Feng naturally would not let his compatriots leave the impression of being mediocre in their first training, but if Hao Haidong was unable to exert his speed advantage in non-mobile wars.

Ling Feng retreated to the midfield and wanted to pull the opponent's defense forward to create a chance for Hao Haidong to counterattack. Sure enough, under Ling Feng's recovery, the Yellow team's offensive began to significantly strengthen, and the defense line naturally pressed near the midfield.

At this time, Ling Feng no longer entangled with Ivanoskas. He squeezed his body hard, and let the "terrifying Ivan" realize what real terror is - a reasonable collision. Ivanoskas seemed to hit the wall and bounced out directly.

Ling Feng got the ball on the left side of his penalty area, shouted in Chinese to the front, "Give it to me!", and then a beautiful low-curve pass on his left foot hit behind the defender.

Except for Hao Haidong, no one could understand what Ling Feng said just now, but Ling Feng's actions had already explained everything. The Yellow Team's defender immediately turned around to chase the ball.

Habtchev tried to grab the first landing point, but the pass was too fast and the position was chosen very well. Habtchev jumped high towards the ball, but did not touch the ball.

At this time, a blue figure inserted from behind, stopped the ball at the moment when the ball landed, and stopped the ball, and then rushed to the penalty area quickly - it was Hao Haidong!

Henkez kept interfering with the Chinese player who quickly dribbled the ball in front of him with small movements, but it had no effect. At most, it only delayed his speed. However, for other defensive players who were far behind, this slowdown in speed did not bring any advantage.

When he chased to the front of the penalty area, with Henkez using his hands and feet, he finally turned to Hao Haidong in front of him and was intercepting him, but he found that the Chinese player in front of him gently knocked the ball with his right foot, just knocked him out, and then the figure in front of him became bigger, and the Chinese player broke free from his defense and took a single shot!

Facing Koltz who stepped forward to attack, Hao Haidong was not panicked at all and easily pushed the ball into the lower right corner. Before Koltz could react, the ball slowly rolled into the gate.

Hao Haidong scored another goal!

If the last goal was not difficult, then this goal was a performance of Hao Haidong's speed and skill.

Although it is not as perverted as Ling Feng, it is enough to get rid of ordinary Bundesliga defenders. What's more, he can also pass the ball. A striker who can pass, shoot and grab points will naturally be able to stand firm in the Hamburg team.

In the following game, Hao Haidong ran more and more actively, and Ling Feng deliberately made the ball for him. Of course, he also sent a few shells to the lighthouse in Baron from time to time. By the end of the 45th minute, the score between the two teams was 6:3, and the blue team had an absolute advantage.

"Ling, you are so great, too, Haidong, thank God, we have hope of winning the championship this year!" Captain Hollerbach walked over and said excitedly to the two of them. In the confrontation just now, he was not sure to block Hao Haidong's breakthrough. As for Ling Feng, he had been passing the ball, and the number of breakthroughs was pitifully small. It was obvious that he did not use all his strength. God knows what the situation would be like after Ling Feng tried his best?

Kovacevic patted Ivanoskas on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Man, you have a competitor!"

The Lithuanian smiled and took the initiative to shake hands with Hao Haidong: "You are really great when you are more involved in the future. The vision in front of the door is wider than mine."

Everyone laughed. Ling Feng successfully completed the task for the first time in training. His teammates had accepted them and recognized Hao Haidong's strength.

"Ling," Kovacevic suddenly spoke: "I heard that your free kick is good. Can you demonstrate it for us?"

He is the main free kicker in Hamburg, but unfortunately he has not scored many goals. Now that Ling Feng is here, he will definitely abdicate and give in. However, before that, he certainly wants to see Ling Feng's free kick strength with his own eyes.

"Of course." Ling Feng smiled, but he glanced over and found that Coltz had already run to substitute goalkeeper Heiman and said with a smirk: "Old guy, I twisted my wrist just now. Why don't you go guard the goalkeeper, and let us see Ling's free kick."

"Your mother!" Heyman was two years older than Coltz. Of course he knew what kind of dirty thoughts this timid guy had in his heart. "My neck hurts a little, so you'd better go. Besides, you are the goalkeeper we are choosing, of course we have to see Ling's unique skills!"

Koltz looked at No. 3 goalkeeper Cosman with a bitter face, who hurriedly took off his gloves and ran away.

A joke, letting Ling Feng get a free kick is not to humiliate himself, scoring a goal is a small matter, and the shadow in his heart is a big matter, not to mention that his shooting is full of force, even if he catches it with his hands, it will hurt for a long time. If he doesn't defend, he will definitely not defend!

"Man!" Hollerbach smiled and said, "Isn't it just a goal? Why are you afraid that you are so good? Go, I support you mentally."

"Yes, we support you spiritually!" A group of teammates around him who were afraid of the world's chaos shouted.

"It doesn't hurt to speak while standing!" Koltz knew that he couldn't run away, so he muttered angrily, wrapped his gloves tightly, and stood at the goal. Hollerbach and others hurriedly went to lift the wall baffle.

The first ball is about twenty meters in front of the penalty area. This position is the most threatening shooting position. For free kick masters, there is not much difference between such a free kick and a penalty kick. Ling Feng knew that this was the position everyone tested.

After gesturing the distance between the wall and the goal, as well as Corz's position, Ling Feng decided to use Zidane's free kick method.

He stood in front of the ball, not much distance. He took a step forward after Hollebach signaled and hit his right foot directly on the lower part of the ball.

The football flew straight from the wall and hung into the dead corner of the gate. Koltz had no way to reach it, and the first ball entered.

Everyone did not look too surprised, but lamented that Ling Feng could be punished so casually, only Koltz said a few unlucky words in cursing.

The distance of the second ball is about five meters further than the first ball, and it is still in front of the penalty area. The goalkeeper's reaction time at this position increases a lot, and the difficulty also increases. However, for Ling Feng, it is still a must-go to the area.

It was still his right foot, but this time it was the traditional "Belle free kick". Ling Feng's body tilted at a high angle, and his right foot rubbed a very fast super arc. The ball directly cut into the blind spot of the goal, and Koltz still did not touch the ball.

The third ball was the same as the second ball, but the position was on the left. Ling Feng moved his foot gently a few steps, rubbed the instep under the ball in his left foot, and the ball drew an arc and flew into the upper left corner of the goal again. Koltz still did not touch the ball.

Koltz wants to curse now. Isn't it the same if he continues to fight like this? I have to save it again and again, and can't touch the ball. Looking at Heyman and Cosman standing aside with gloating eyes, Koltz wanted to dig a hole and crawl in and never come out again.

The people around him also looked at Ling Feng with surprise. It was already terrifying to have three free throws, not to mention that the three balls were sent out in different postures, especially Kovacevic. He naturally knew that the free throw posture was directly related to the effect produced after the ball was sent out. He had a little dissatisfaction and had long been replaced by worship.

The fourth ball, the position of the ball was moved to 30 meters. Although the distance was a little farther, it was still within the range for Ling Feng.

The serving posture of this ball was popular. He gently helped him run. He rubbed his right foot hard under the ball. The ball did not fly over the wall baffle, but bypassed the baffle and bounced in the small penalty area, bounced into the gate. Koltz's ball was about to hit, but unexpectedly it was a rebound ball, and he could only watch the ball flew over his hand, without any help.

On the fifth ball, the position of the ball was pulled back again, about 36 meters away from the goal, which was just right for Carlos' powerful shot.

However, Ling Feng did not grasp the angle of the ball, and the ball hit the wall baffle straight. In the shocked eyes of everyone, the baffle was directly smashed for five or six meters before landing on the ground.

"Sorry, sorry, mistake, mistake." Ling Feng scratched his head, put the baffle, and hugged the ball in the position he had just now.
Chapter completed!