One night before the game, Ling Feng tossed and turned in the bed and couldn't sleep. It was not because he was nervous, but because he suddenly remembered two people.

Thierry Henry and David Trezege.

After looking at Anelka, Ling Feng sighed in unhelpfulness. These two men will form a golden partner on the French forward in the future and are Anelka's biggest opponent!

A tempting idea suddenly flashed through my mind, and I ruined them while they were not yet powerful! What a tempting idea!

But Ling Feng quickly slapped himself, which was so despicable!

Anelka was woken up by Ling Feng's slap and asked in surprise: "Ling, why are you hitting yourself?"

"Oh, there are mosquitoes in Monaco."

"mosquito?……"

The next morning, Ling Feng ran to find Fernandez early and pulled him up who was still dreaming.

Fernandez resisted the urge to strangle the beloved general to death. Didn’t he know that disturbing others’ sleep is a very immoral thing?

"Coach, I want to play the free agent in the evening."

"Ling, are you crazy? Why do you want to fight the free agent? Do you think you are not suitable for a killer?" Fernandez opened his eyes wide. Others were trying hard to take the position forward. This kid is better, apply to run back to defend himself?

"No, coach, believe me, Monaco is a strong team. There are big-name stars such as Shifu, Anderson, Ikepeba, etc. Our defense can't withstand the attacks of the three of them, so I withdraw and block them."

"This is a solution, but Ling, you have to know that if you defend with all your might, then our offense will be reduced."

"Don't worry about this. You can let Yuri (Djokav) be in the front and let Nicholas replace La Yi in the second half, so we have great hope of getting three points."

"Are you sure? Is Nicholas OK?"

"Believe me coach, I promise we can win. Moreover, Nicholas should say hello to his future teammates and opponents." Ling Feng smiled strangely, Fernandez was so cold that he ran away in a hurry.

Finally, it was seven o'clock in the afternoon of Paris time, and the competition was about to begin.

Ling Feng stood in his position and glanced at his opponent squintedly, but didn't see Henry and Trezeguet. "Hehe, these two kids are still on the bench now. I have to force them to come out and compete with me."

The referee blew the whistle to the start of the game, and Nigerian star Ikepeba passed the ball to Sony Anderson, who directly hit the Belgian Shifu, and Monaco Trident made an extremely skillful cooperation at the beginning.

"The era of change is a newcomer!" Ling Feng shouted in his heart, but his body had moved to the front of Anderson.

The Brazilians did not take Ling Feng as a little kid seriously at all, but just accelerated and wanted to make a breakthrough.

But when he started, he saw a strange scene. The distance between the Asian boy who should have been left behind by him did not change at all. The Brazilian's emotional brain did not expect Newton's relative stillness at the first moment, but almost shouted: "Ghost!"

Taking advantage of Anderson's moment of excitement, Ling Feng gently stretched out his foot and hooked the ball, turned around and bypassed Anderson, and started the attack.

"Compet speed with me, aren't you looking for death?" This was the last sentence Anderson heard. When he turned around, the arrogant Asian guy had just gotten rid of Shifu and passed the ball to Djokav, and ran forward by himself.

The words just now did not anger Anderson. As a veteran with rich experience on the court, he knew that his opponent was arousing his anger. He smiled and looked at the back of No. 46: "Maybe you are very fast, but I see how long you can run."

Ling Feng did not enter the penalty area, which was the world of the forward. He hid on the edge of the penalty area and waited for opportunities that might arise at any time.

Djokaf gave the ball to Lai Yi on the side. The Brazilian with delicate feet immediately started his samba dance. Under Ling Feng's funny gaze, Lai Yi shook his butt left and right and crossed a defender. Nembema grinned in the penalty area and rushed up with a head hammer. Unfortunately, he seemed to be shining by something. He didn't take the right position, and the ball fell lightly into the hand of another bald man.

"Damn!" Mboma kicked the grass and complained to Layi: "That bald head is so dazzling! I want to protest to the referee!"

Lai glanced at Muberma's smooth and shiny head, shrugged, and muttered: "Your own is not bad, why didn't you see him so brilliant?"

Ling Feng couldn't help but laugh when he heard the dialogue between the two: "It's really interesting to bald head against bald head. Wait a moment! bald head? Could it be..."

Ling Feng glanced at the opponent's bald goalkeeper, I'll make me! There are many bald superstars on the football field, but there is only one of the most dazzling goalkeepers in the past decade. It's indeed him... The French team's future national goal - Badz!

"It's really interesting!" Ling Feng looked back at the team's long-haired goalkeeper Rama: "This game is not only an early decisive battle between the French future power forwards, but also a goalkeeper battle for the French national team!"

Badz drove the ball to the midfield with a big foot with his left foot. Belgian star Shifu grabbed the first point and passed the ball to Ikepeba. The Nigerian immediately began to show off his footwork.

However, the Africans' physical flexibility is still very good. Ikepeba easily passed two defensive players who came up to press and passed the ball to Anderson. At this time, Ling Feng had retreated to the midfield and stuck the Brazilian's offensive route.

Anderson originally planned to cooperate with Ikepeba in two or two, but when he saw Ling Feng rejected this idea, he wanted to teach this arrogant Asian boy a lesson.

The Brazilian's skills are good, but Ling Feng doesn't take it seriously. You Anderson is not Ronaldo, who will lose someone? Seeing the rhythm of his foot, Ling Feng stretched out his foot and pulled the ball under Anderson's feet back and adjusted it gently. The ball jumped over Anderson's feet. Ling Feng accelerated and once again transformed Anderson's attack into his own attack. Before leaving, he did not forget to say another sentence: "Compare skills with me, aren't you still seeking death?"

Anderson is so angry! Forget it for the first time, I said twice in a row that he was looking for death. The clay man is still three-pointer!

Ling Feng felt the wind behind him, and knew that Anderson was rushing up, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. This guy was really angry!

Even though he knew that the opponent was going to foul him, Ling Feng accelerated desperately and rushed forward. He couldn't foul the team at halftime, and there was no threat at all. When he rushed to a distance less than 40 meters from the opponent's goal, Ling Feng deliberately slowed down and waited for Anderson to attack from behind.

Anderson was already full of anger, but he couldn't catch up with Ling Feng. Now he saw that the boy was slowing down by himself, so he went up without hesitation and made a flying shovel!

When his soles were about to touch the Asian boy's calf, he suddenly felt something was wrong. The boy flew out by himself, but he didn't kick him. He was hesitating. Layi, the senior of his national team, rushed up and grabbed him from the ground, shouting in Portuguese: "You scum! Are you still a football player? Use such despicable means to a boy! I will accuse your crimes to the domestic media, and you wait! Brazil does not have a garbage player like you!"

Anderson's brain was a little short at this time. He was still wondering why he didn't kick the other party just now and the other party flew up. Fortunately, there was no martial arts novel in Brazil, otherwise he would definitely suspect that he had practiced some magical skills inadvertently. If he continued to think about it like this, he would probably go crazy...

Ling Feng fell innocently to the ground, hugging his calf and screaming, his voice was so shrill! It was enough to suppress the boos of the fans in the Louis II Stadium.

For such a malicious foul, the referee had every reason to show a red card, but this was the home court of Monaco. The referee hesitated for a moment and only took out a yellow card.

Poor Anderson was still thinking about that problem. He didn't react until the referee took out the yellow card and roared loudly, "I didn't kick him, he fell down by himself! He was a liar!"

The referee ignored him and awarded a direct free kick facing the goal 36 meters.

Ling Feng was helped up by his teammates, limped a few steps, indicating that he was fine. Funny! If you want to pretend, you have to be more professional, like those players who pretend to fall, they pretend to be very good when they fall, but after the referee was punished, he immediately jumped up with a lot of energy, because of the IQ problem...

Monaco has lined up with three people, and there is usually no need to worry about hitting the free kick at such a distance.

Standing 10 meters behind the ball, Djokav stood next to the ball. It seemed that Djokav, the No. 1 free kick player in Saint-Germain, had handed the free kick.

Djokkaf took a few steps to run, lifting his foot to shoot, and the three human baffles immediately jumped up to block, but when they jumped to the highest point, they were surprised to find that Djokkaf ran away. The Asian man behind him rushed to the front of the ball in a fierce and thrust vigorously with his left foot!

Weird! The atmosphere on the court is very weird!

Everyone was stunned at the ball in the net. Time seemed to be still. Ling Feng thought to himself annoyedly: "The psychological quality of the French is not much better than that of the Chinese. He is also so scared that he can't speak for a long time."

Ling Feng cannot be blamed. At the Four Nations Invitational Tournament held in France in 1997, Robert Carlos became famous with such a free kick, which was also guarded by bald goalkeeper Badz.

After the game, someone said as a goal: "When he made a kick, I saw that the ball flew towards the corner flag, but why did it get into my arms after a second?"

Ling Feng's free kick was exactly the same as Carlos' "later" penalty, and it was also an amazing "S" arc, and Badz also played without any response.

Djokav, who was closest to Ling Feng, was the first to react, howling and press Ling Feng to the ground, and the others woke up one by one. Saint-Germain players rushed up one by one. Ling Feng was pressed down by nearly ten people, breathlessly complaining: "Press me to death! So many pigs! Why don't you run up at the door? And Nicholas! Go back to the bench and sit!"

Monaco fans did not booed unexpectedly. They were all frightened by the goal. The video of the goal just now was repeated on the big screen. From kicking to scoring, the slow motion of all angles, the audience finally saw clearly that the original direction of the ball was to the corner kick point on the right. When they were in front of the penalty area, they turned to the position where Badz was standing, and suddenly turned around again on the small penalty area line and flew into the gate!

"S" arc! This is a genuine "S" arc!
Chapter completed!