Full-level pass, please call me the speaker of the Three Lions

Chapter 15 Anti-client, break the deadlock!

After rolling several times on the turf, Ling Feng stopped.

Fortunately, the moment he landed, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to support the ground and cushioned it.

Otherwise, even if it is soft turf, it will hurt your bones when you fall.

Sitting on the turf, Ling Feng frowned and stared closely at Michael Brown, as if he wanted to keep his appearance firmly in his mind.

Fouls are an integral part of football.

Although I understand this truth in my heart.

However, the moment he was knocked to the ground by Brown, a surge of anger could not help but rise from the bottom of his heart.

If the other party did it unintentionally, Ling Feng wouldn't care.

But after the ball had been passed, Brown hit himself hard from behind.

This is clearly a flagrant foul!

At this time, there was a short "beep" whistle, and the referee trotted to the "crime scene"

Without hesitation, he took out a topaz God of War card from his pocket. After showing it to Brown, the referee did not forget to warn this bad guy on the court who fouled and took cards like drinking water:

"Came your moves!"

However, Brown, who deliberately bumped into someone, patted his shoulder hard and defended himself:
"Fake! I just bumped him lightly with my shoulder. It didn't constitute a yellow card at all!"

"He's too soft."

"I'm warning you, the ball has already been passed. This is an unnecessary and dangerous move on your part!"

"Also, pay attention to your words!"

Finding that he couldn't convince the referee, Brown stopped pretending. After glaring at Ling Feng, he turned and left with a displeased expression on his face.

Seeing his own player receive a yellow card, there was a burst of boos in the Elland Road Stadium.

Half of the boos were for the referee and the other half were for Ling Feng.

"That kid is too brittle, it's not a foul at all!"

"This is normal confrontation!"

"What is the referee doing? He's eating shit!"

"This is diving!"

Amidst the swearing all over the sky, Brother Drinking Water and Mahrez who were nearby, and Vardy who was a little farther away, all rushed to Ling Feng and protected him behind him.

"Ling, are you okay?"

Holding Mahrez's extended hand and standing up, Ling Feng couldn't help but shook his head and smiled slightly:
"fine."

Glancing at the unconvinced Brown, the drinking brother beside him couldn't help reminding:

"That bastard is after you, take care to protect yourself."

Hearing this, Ling Feng just nodded.

Michael Brown, who received a yellow card, didn't care at all.

After the referee walked away, he suddenly stepped forward, got in front of Ling Feng, and said provocatively in a deep voice:

"Football is not a sport for a young wimp like you!"

"Go home and drink milk!"

Hearing this, Ling Feng just looked at him deeply with a solemn expression and said nothing.

He saw through Michael Brown's little thoughts.

Clearly, this golf course is in bad shape.

Trying to hit him with flagrant fouls and language to make him scared and play poorly.

Or let him get angry and behave irrationally on the court.

Ling Feng knew very well in his heart that whether it was the boos and abuse of the fans in the stands, or the malicious fouls of the players on the pitch, the ultimate goal was for Leeds United to win the game.

Then I definitely can't let them succeed.

And the best way is to beat them on the court!
Use your strength to shut them all up! ! !
. . .

With the referee's whistle, the game resumed again.

The Leeds United side thought that Brown's "disarming power" would make Ling Feng be cautious and dare not take too much ball to organize.

Unexpectedly, such a small trick made Ling Feng more actively run open, and even retreated to the midfielder position, and made short passes with the two midfielders.

"With continuous short passes, Leicester City firmly controlled the situation on the field."

"Leeds United should pay attention, Derby County was scored in this way in the last game."

Even with the commentator's reminder, Leeds United's coaches and players were powerless.

It's not that they don't know the danger of giving up the ball, but they can't grab the ball at all!
Most of the 24 teams in the entire English Championship, including Leicester City, adopt the British style of play.

Either a long pass to the lob, or a quick pass through the midfield, with both wings launching attacks from both sides.

However, when Ling Feng and Mahrez are two players on the field, Leicester City has the possibility of passing and controlling tactics.

Although such a passing and controlling tactic relies on one or two people, compared with top teams such as Barcelona and Arsenal who have passed and controlled in their blood, it can only be regarded as a bankrupt version of passing and controlling at best.

However, this kind of pass and control tactics, coupled with Leicester City's top-level staffing in the British Championship, is enough to keep most of the British Championship teams out of touch.

The players of Leicester City are like an experienced fisherman, constantly hooking out the entire formation of Leeds United through short passes in the midfield.

And Ling Feng is the most critical hook!
Seeing that his team was dominated by visitors, the head coach of Leeds United had already got up from the coaching bench and came to the sidelines, shouting anxiously.

Leicester City's head coach Pearson, on the other hand, crossed his legs and sat on the visiting team's coaching bench with a relaxed look on his face.

The two formed a sharp contrast, which fully reflected the situation on the field at this time.

Pearson could tell that under Ling Feng's command, his team had completely controlled the rhythm of the field.

Scoring is only a matter of time
As he expected, when the game time reached 75 minutes, the deadlock was finally broken!
Through constant seduction, the Leeds United players were so enticed that they kept pressing forward, pressing the entire formation, thus exposing the huge space behind the defense!

And how could Ling Feng, who had [God's Vision], miss such an opportunity? !
Cooperating with the retreating center Nugent against the wall, after successfully passing the midfield blockade, Ling Feng took two steps forward, then without hesitation raised his right leg and passed a ground ball to the left. !

This extremely fast oblique plug directly penetrated the rib space between the central defender and the right back, and came to the front of the penalty area.

And what appeared there was Vardy who plugged in from the left at high speed and succeeded in anti-offside!
"Nice pass!"

"On the 23rd, Ling Feng found his teammate again! Vardy!"

"Enter the box. Facing the goalkeeper"

Under the curses and prayers of tens of thousands of home fans, Vardy did not waste Lingfeng's pass.

He directly used a powerful kick to blast the ball into the near corner of the goal!
The sound of "swish" was so powerful that it even lifted the net.

"Goal scored!"

"Leicester City took the lead in breaking the deadlock, leading [-]-[-] at Elland Road!"

With the commentator's passionate explanation, the tens of thousands of home fans in the Elland Road Stadium were immediately silent.

All of them couldn't help but sighed with their heads in their hands, like masks of pain.

They did not expect that their team had suppressed their opponents for so long and actually allowed their opponents to score first.

The away team fans cheered, waving their Blue Fox scarves and singing Vardy’s song:
"Jamie, Jamie, our super Jamie!!"

During the song, Vardy, who scored the goal, did not rush to the corner flag area to celebrate passionately. Instead, he immediately found Ling Feng, who assisted, and gave him a big hug.

"Man, this ball is so comfortable!"

While praising Ling Feng's pass, Vardy felt very satisfied with his initiative to show his kindness to Ling Feng.

Sure enough, having a good relationship with Ling Feng will bring great benefits!

After high-fiving and hugging Ling Feng, Vardy raised his hand and pointed at the handsome black-haired guy next to him, as if announcing to the fans:

"This goal is all thanks to this young man!"

(End of this chapter)