Football: Starting from the Ronaldo Template

Chapter 352: Flawless Artwork
When the football crossed the goal line, the New National Stadium boiled like boiling water, and the noise that erupted was enough to make people's eardrums bulge.

In the eyes of those cheering fans, Chu Feng's elegant turn and light touch of the ball were flawless works of art, making it difficult for them to control their emotions.

He Wei in the commentary booth was even more excited. This goal represented so much meaning.

Argentina and Spain are still tied at 0-0. We cannot rule out the possibility that Argentina will win. If we don't want to leave our fate in the hands of others, we can only win.

And this goal proved that they are capable of taking advantage of their chances.

There is no need to put your hands together and pray to the sky to meet the harsh conditions as before.

After the simple inner sigh, there is a passionate explanation.

"Very beautiful!"

"In the 29th minute of the first half, the deadlock was finally broken and the National Olympic Team scored the first goal!"

"Come and see the replay!"

"A man-ball pass with no vision, an incredible assist!"

"Fantastic handling!"

"The second before Chu Feng received the ball, I was still thinking about how he would take the ball and send it to his teammates."

"In that short time, I didn't even have time to think before I saw Chu Feng pass the ball and made a precise through ball!"

“I can only say that the three-time Champions League champion has proven with real strength who is the best player in active service!”

Although this is a bit impolite, no fans of any club would refute it.

Because that's what it is.

Since he destroyed the Galacticos, he has embarked on the road to legend, overcoming all obstacles with absolute strength and reaching the pinnacle of football again and again.

Near the corner area, under the fluttering red flag, members of the National Olympic Team are celebrating.

Wu Lei is very excited. No one would be calm if he could score a key goal in a crucial game.

He waved vigorously to the Chinese fans, enjoying the joy of scoring a goal.

Chu Feng did not pour cold water on his teammates because he knew that everyone understood what this game represented.

Moreover, over the years, he has become more and more accustomed to leading his teammates through actions and setting an example.

The Egyptian guys not far away had bitter expressions, thinking that the gap between players was even more exaggerated than the damn ancient Egyptian administrative system.

In less than 30 minutes, they had effectively restricted Chu Feng, yet they felt exhausted.

But the problem is that it hasn’t been prevented yet.

Push Chu Feng out of the penalty area and others will organize an attack.

He used his body to interfere with Chu Feng, but he was unable to resist. Technology also has two dimensions.

As they thought about it, they couldn't help feeling depressed.

"cheer up!"

Halib in the coaching booth roared like an angry lion.

Although winning this game does not guarantee them advancement to the knockout stage, what he actually thought in his mind was that Argentina would definitely lose to Spain, so as long as they could beat their opponent, advancement would be a sure thing.

As for falling behind by one goal, it’s no big deal.

The key is that they must control the rhythm and not be frightened by Chu Feng. Otherwise, if they are always timid, how can they threaten the opponent's goal?
Perhaps it was his ferocious expression that worked, and the Egyptian players began to restrain their emotions.

They are all professional players, and they are young and energetic. Who would give in easily?

Don’t even mention that you are the best player in active football. Even if Pele or Maradona come on the field, they will have to be beaten first.

So after the game started, the intensity increased dramatically.

Fortunately, the Olympic referees were very strict and issued four yellow cards in just 10 minutes, which barely controlled the madness of the Egyptian players.

However, in such a high-pressure situation, emotions will explode sooner or later.

After all, if you can't win the game, there is no point.

It's no different than getting four red cards and being judged as a loser.

The Olympic team's counterattack was also very sharp. Ancelotti once said: Football is very similar to war. Morale, an ethereal thing, has a concrete manifestation at this moment.

If you remain indifferent when others commit violent fouls, all you will get is endless collisions and being called a coward by the fans.

Bang! With the dull sound of muscle collision, Zhu Chenjie and Salah fell to the ground.

The football was kicked out of bounds by Zhang Linpeng. Little Salah seemed a little unconvinced and got up to confront Zhu Chenjie.

The latter is no pushover either. Having trained abroad for a season, he knows what he should do.

Just fall to the ground and delay time.

After seeing this, Chu Feng exclaimed in his heart. Now, if one wants to be a good player, acting skills seem to be becoming more and more important.

This made Harib very angry and he went to complain to the fourth official.

The result was naturally nothing.

Time just slipped away, and Lippi finally breathed a sigh of relief when the halftime whistle sounded.

At least we carried the lead into halftime.

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After returning to the locker room, he gave a brief talk, mainly on defensive tactics.

The goal in the second half was simple: to defend while looking for opportunities to counterattack.

Simple defense is definitely not enough, because when the opponent has no pressure in the backcourt, they can press forward recklessly.

The Egyptian players are all quite tall, and if they are bombed carelessly from high altitude, two of them might be knocked down, so we have to ensure the numerical advantage in the midfield and backcourt.

Hearing this, Chu Feng nodded to show that he understood. He would change the way he ran to make it more obvious and threatening, forcing the opponent to devote energy to defense.

Soon, the fifteen-minute break ended and both teams returned to the field.

"The Egyptian team came on with full firepower, hoping to create opportunities during the adaptation period after the halftime break!"

"Great! The boys from the National Olympic Team were well prepared and cleared the ball in the backcourt very neatly!"

"Wow! Zhu Chenjie's clearance was great! He found Chu Feng in the front field directly!"

"I don't know if it's luck or strength, but it doesn't matter, let's see this counterattack!"

With the blessing of the goddess of luck, Chu Feng was also surprised that the ball could be passed to him, but he was already accustomed to emergencies and ran towards the first landing point.

In comparison, Jalal, one of the three central defenders, was half a beat slower. He instantly realized that this half beat could easily become a fatal blow to his team.

Then, he reached out without hesitation and grabbed Chu Feng's collar.

stab-

The sound of clothes tearing was heard, and Chu Feng took two steps forward, but still could not maintain his balance and fell down in a somewhat embarrassing manner.

There was a red mark on my neck, which made it a little hard to breathe, so I lay down and adjusted my breathing.

Upon seeing this, the National Olympic Team members rushed over and surrounded Jalal to demand an explanation.

The Egyptian players couldn't just sit back and watch.

Pushing, questioning, and roaring became the main theme of the new National Stadium.

As for the instigator, Jalal, after seeing the referee, he clasped his hands together and looked pitiful.

It was useless, he was given a red card in response.

This means that the Egyptian team will play with ten players for the next 40 minutes.

How to kick?
It's hard to kick.

They could only throw everything they had at the stake, ignore Chu Feng, and attack with all their might.

As a result, before they could score a goal, the National Olympic Team launched a quick counterattack, and Chen Wei made a big kick after completing the save and reached the empty Egyptian team's half.

When it comes to speed, Chu Feng has never been afraid of anyone, and the red hurricane swept across the green field again.

2: 0!

In the end, the Egyptian team failed to score the goal they had dreamed of and listened dejectedly to the shrill final whistle.

(End of this chapter)