There is a leader at home to speak. This sentence is not false at all. Since Ling Feng asked his "guardian" that day, that is, those city leaders who helped him apply for a visa, in less than three days, all the procedures were completed, and Ling Feng was not even allowed to come forward. The air ticket was already purchased. It was four days later, and he arrived in Shanghai first and then flew directly to Paris. Everything in the future depends on Ling Feng himself.

The highly anticipated "Speedbar Cup" final has finally arrived. The No. 1 seed city football team vs. the biggest dark horse of this cup. On the surface, this is a game with a huge gap in strength, but the odds of the peripheral underground handicap against this game are 1.5:1. In other words, in the opinion of experts, the city football team does not have much advantage in this game, so there is no need to say more about the reason.

The stadium that could accommodate 10,000 people was full in half an hour before the game. It was better to say that Ling Feng attracted so many spectators than the finals.

Because everyone knows that this is Ling Feng's last game in China. A few days later, this genius boy will take a plane to Paris and start his foreign football career. When he didn't receive any news from the club, the impact of Ling Feng's overseas trip this time, even in the world, if it were not the best, it would be at least unprecedented.

The most fun thing is the organizers of the competition. Because of Ling Feng's strong intervention, the ticket of 10 yuan per ticket made them earn more than usual in a quarter. The leaders of the stadium themselves were a little embarrassed and were considering giving Ling Feng some appearance fees.

After the speeches of the city leaders, sponsor units, leaders of the Municipal Sports Bureau and Chairman of the Women's Federation Yongchang, the audience who had been almost out of their temper for nearly an hour finally waited for the referee's kick-off whistle.

Xiao Weiming, the main striker of the city football team, also No. 9, ranked third in the scorer list, sent the ball out. The ball quickly passed to the feet of Liu Gang, the organizer of the midfield, No. 7. Liu Gang was about to take a look at the situation on the court when suddenly a figure rushed in front of him, and a strong pressure came towards him. The ball was cut in an instant. When he turned around, he only saw a red No. 10 left.

Ling Feng!

Liu Gang was stupid. He had watched Ling Feng's game before. Although he knew that this opponent was very perverted, he didn't expect that he was so perverted that he rarely fought in the past, right? What's wrong today? Did the last game make him even more excited?

Liu Gang guessed correctly. Ling Feng showed 100% of his strength in this game without reservation. Now he is a real football player.

The defenders of the city quickly flew up. The coach's instructions before the game were to block Ling Feng no matter what. As long as Ling Feng got the ball, all the defenders must come up to siege at the same time, and no other players were concerned.

This seems absurd tactic, but it is a wise tactic. After seeing Ling Feng's wonderful extraordinary, the defenders of the city all had gray faces because they knew that no one could defend against his ox-tight shaking.

Unfortunately, the coach made a big mistake, that is, he didn't know Ling Feng's true strength at all. After summarizing the experience of the previous few games, the coach positioned Ling Feng as an all-round player, but his shortcomings are that he is not good at defense and has weak physical strength. Another thing is that his shooting focuses on angle rather than strength, so narrowing Ling Feng's offensive range to outside the penalty area and on the edge of the penalty area can curb Ling Feng's performance.

Unfortunately, they seemed to have forgotten a Carlos-like free kick that Ling Feng once scored.

Knowing oneself but not the enemy, today the city football team is destined to pay a heavy price for this mistake.

After Ling Feng cut off Liu Gang's ball, he rushed forward without stopping. He only scored a goal in his mind, and scored another goal!

With a relaxed disguised move, Ling Feng immediately found that the remaining four defenders were all moving closer to him, while the goalkeeper stood slightly behind.

Ling Feng was not so arrogant that he could easily break through under the attack of four strong defenders. He glanced at the goalkeeper's position with his outlook and suddenly kicked his feet thirty-five meters away from the goal.

The ball flew towards the gate like a shell that was out of the borehole, rubbing the face of a defender. The strong air flow made the guard's cheek hurt, and the defender suddenly realized that the goalkeeper could not react at all at such a fast speed.

Sure enough, the goalkeeper only made a turnaround action, and the football almost crashed into the upper right corner of his gate along a straight line!

Less than a minute after the game started, the score became 1:0.

Ling Feng stood there with his hands raised and waited for his teammates to congratulate him. His right foot was 80% strong. For the first time, Ling Feng was very satisfied with the goalkeeper's reaction, but he was not satisfied with the audience's reaction at all. With such a beautiful goal, no one cheered?

The scene was extremely strange. Everyone forgot about the ball in the net. Only Ling Feng stood in the middle of the court with his hands raised, like a king, or like an idiot.

The fat king reacted quickly enough and was the first to shout. For a moment, deafening cheers sounded on the court. This extremely quiet change made Ling Feng very uncomfortable, but he soon had no time to think about this issue. The question he had to consider now was - how to break away from the mats of several human flesh on his body! The five of them pressed on him, and he couldn't breathe!

The coach of the city football team opened his mouth wide, probably could put two eggs in and add a carrot. Ling Feng's shot was too strong, incredibly big. He was simply a freak. He was only 12 years old! If he developed like this for a few years, when his muscles matured, who could still catch his shot? If he knew that Ling Feng only used 80% of his strength, he would probably faint. If he knew something else, he would probably be able to go directly to the hospital.

The game was paused for about three minutes before the referee blew the whistle that continued the game again, and the cheering time was longer than the goal. Ling Feng hated this.

The eyes of the city football team members who stood in the middle circle again changed. Looking at Ling Feng's eyes from the beginning to the solemnity - looking at a Tyrannosaurus from the Cretaceous period, Ling Feng was very angry. You can say that I am Godzilla or Shrek, the title of this Tyrannosaurus was what I used to give to Han Jing...

The experienced team players were not hit by the ball just now. They began to patiently thug. Perhaps there was only one way to stop Ling Feng from scoring the goal, that is, don't let Ling Feng get the ball.

This move is still very useful. After all, the overall strength of the city team is much higher than that of the Pili team. Except for Ling Feng, the others are basically not opponents. Even if Ling Feng starts to actively defend, in this case, there is no other way except to withdraw from the backcourt.

But Ling Feng did not do this. He always wandered around the midfield and interfered from time to time, but he just couldn't defend the backcourt because he knew that if he returned to defense, his team's offense would be greatly reduced. Instead of doing this, it would be better to stay in the frontcourt, at least he could restrain at least five opponents from daring to push forward.

If you take a step back, even if your side is scored, you can still win back. Instead of shrinking and defending, it is better to have a defensive try. It depends on which of the two sides' offense is more sharp.

The same goes for Ling Feng's idea, and everyone in the city football team thought so in their hearts. So under the influence of Uncle Bailey's classic saying "Observation is the best defense", the two sides were preparing to stage a wonderful offensive battle together.

Well... Bailey's crow mouth is world-famous, and no one knows what consequences his words can bring.

With the tacit cooperation and outstanding technology of the city players, the defense of Pili team was in chaos. There was no way. The strength gap was there. Whether it was speed, technology, body or consciousness, both sides were not on the same level. However, this situation was not the first time that this happened. It was the same in the last game. So all ten people of Pili team except Ling Feng contracted to the near-the-spot. No matter how many people, as long as the opponent passes the ball, they would immediately close their eyes and kick it. As long as they don’t kick the ball into their own goal, they can kick it anywhere. One of the ten goals will always fall to Ling Feng’s feet, right? That is the opportunity for Pili team to counterattack.

The city football team has no way to do this almost rogue tactic. After two incidents of the defender flying over Ling Feng, the city team's game slowed down and deliberately played more high-altitude balls. This tactic has temporarily achieved certain results. With both physical and height, the city team once again made the Pili team's penalty area overturn.

Ling Feng frowned. He hadn't got the ball for nearly 10 minutes. It would be a matter of time before he was hit like this. He looked at the defensive players around him. Four people stared at him in a daze, fearing that he would run away in a blink of an eye, so he glared back one by one without hesitation.

Ling Feng's speculation finally became reality. Under the violent bombing of the city, their top scorer Xiao Weiming finally scored a goal, and the score became 1:1! The Pili team finally got the first goal conceded in this game.

Looking at his dejected teammate, Ling Feng knew that if he didn't score a goal ahead quickly, the morale of the team would be declining again, and defense would not be an easy task at that time.

Ling Feng ran back to his half without saying a word, picked up the ball in the goal, and quickly returned to the midfield to set the ball in. Although he didn't say anything, his teammates all understood what Ling Feng meant. We had not failed yet, and it was time to counterattack!

Ling Feng, Chen Fei and Liu Chang whispered a few words, and unexpectedly stood outside the arc. Chen Fei and Liu Chang stood in the middle circle to kick off the ball. The coach of the city was puzzled. Could it be that Ling Feng wanted to withdraw the midfield defense? But that was better. Ling Feng's defensive ability and physical strength were mediocre. If he went back to defend, he would only greatly weaken their attack power. As long as he persisted until the second half, the opponent would be slaughtered by himself.

Unfortunately, his idea was outrageously wrong, and the players under his guidance also thought that just because they changed the serve, they thought that Ling Feng had changed positions. Should the midfield ball be driven by the striker?

The referee's whistle sounded, Ling Feng began to start, Chen Fei gently transferred the ball to Liu Chang, but Liu Chang stretched out his foot and stepped on the ball. When everyone was puzzled, Ling Feng had already arrived in front of the ball.

"Does he want to shoot from a long time?" This was the opponent's coach's thought for a moment.

Once again, Ling Feng used his left foot and shot a 100% strong outer instep. The football roared and passed by. When he passed by the opponent's defender's face, the defender didn't even have time to react. The goalkeeper hurriedly jumped up and saved the ball, but he stood in front, and the ball was around his fingertips with a strong rotation. Even though the castration was over, it still fell into the goal, 2:1!

Everyone was stunned again. This ball was farther away from the goal just now, faster and even more incredible. Ling Feng actually used his left foot. He had never used his left foot to shoot in previous games!

"He, he has been hiding his strength?" The coach of the city football team was no longer looking shy. He could not blame his players because they were facing a monster, an unknown monster from the prehistoric century hidden in the 12-year-old body.

Morale is such a strange thing. In less than a minute, the morale of the two teams took a big turn like a seesaw. The city football team, which had just scored a goal, was still immersed in the joy of scoring, and the opponent's morale was hit hard by the opponent. The opponent's morale also reached a peak again with the goal, but his morale fell to the bottom. Many players couldn't help but think: "What's the use of scoring the goal? The opponent's pervert can surpass the score again in just a few seconds. What's the point of our hard work?"

Attacking the heart is the best. This military principle is just as useful as it is on the court. Ling Feng completely regained his disadvantage on the court with just one goal and ruthlessly pushed his opponent into the abyss. This is football.
Chapter completed!