Football: Starting from the Ronaldo Template

Chapter 355: Single-handedly defeating Syria, igniting Maktoum in three seconds (Chinese national football team)
"In the seventh minute of the first half, the Chinese team won a free kick in the frontcourt. The distance from the goal was 7 meters, and it was completely possible to shoot directly."

"Let's see who will take the penalty?"

"Chu Feng!"

"He stood alone in front of the football. Hey, he rarely takes free kicks in the club. He basically just tries to score in the penalty area."

“But it doesn’t mean his free-kick skills are bad.”

"coming!"

The Syrian goalkeeper stared at Chu Feng, observing the changes in his center of gravity.

Then his eyes widened.

Chu Feng took one step, two steps, three steps and retreated a full 10 meters.

What concept?
Throughout the history of football, the only one who is used to taking free throws like this is Carlos.

The Syrian players who formed the human wall couldn't help but tremble.

It’s not because of the extra-long run-up distance.

Instead, Chu Feng actually rolled up his shorts, revealing muscles as hard as marble.

In fact, his free kick level is really average.

But he felt that the team should play with momentum and let the Chinese team take the initiative.

So just use your strength to make miracles happen!

Forget about footwork, angles, and techniques, and just swing your leg towards the goal with all your strength!

Enter if you can.

He could barely accept not being able to hit the human wall.

“Hoo-hoo-”

His chest rose and fell violently from his deep breaths, and his core muscles quickly tensed up.

approach!

When you reach the football, plant your left foot on the ground and fold your right leg!
Like a battle axe chopping down!

All the strength poured out in an instant, as if to tear every inch of the leather!
boom!!!--

A loud explosion resounded through the sky!
Followed by.

The football was like a cannonball with a wake, whizzing towards the human wall!

Osama turned his head subconsciously.

next second.

Syria's goal was shaking, and the football stuck to the net and kept spinning, before falling down weakly for a long time!

0:1! ! !

The entire Maktoum Stadium fell into a brief silence!

Wow!!!——

A violent uproar suddenly broke out.

The cheers from Chinese fans filled every corner of the stadium!

This is an extremely violent direct free kick goal.

It shows the charm of football to the fullest, making people's blood boil and their hearts surge.

Chu Feng staggered forward two steps due to inertia.

"hiss--"

I used too much force and it seemed like I pulled my balls, but it shouldn't be a big problem.

Just slow down a bit.

Chu Feng silently canceled the celebration and just hugged and high-fived his teammates.

"Pretty!"

“The spokesperson for the aesthetics of violence!”

"Chu Feng scored a powerful free kick and broke through Syria's goal!"

"Let's see the speed, up to 127KM!"

"The Syrian goalkeeper didn't even react, and by the time he turned around, the goal had already been scored!"

"Everything we see is within our range"

He Wei shouted excitedly.

In recent international competitions, China has either drawn or lost against Syria.

to be frank.

He was also very angry, but he was not strong enough.

I can only endure it.

Now all the depression has disappeared with this goal!

Cool!
If it wasn't a live broadcast, he would have wanted to have a bottle of beer to celebrate for Chu Feng.

"nice shot!"

"Keep attacking, keep moving forward, and seize the opportunity to expand your lead!"

Mr. Lippi kept clapping on the sidelines.

It’s so cool to have a Ballon d’Or-level player under my command!
First, a series of breakthroughs in the Syrian hinterland led to a free kick in the dangerous area.

Another impeccable kick. Well, I guess it can’t be said to be impeccable.

Because the angle is not that tricky, it is just the sheer force that makes the miracle happen.

But it's okay.

No matter whether the cat is white or black, a cat that can catch mice is a good cat.

Similarly - if it goes in, it’s a good goal!
The coaching bench next door.

Syria head coach Ibrahim opened his mouth slightly.

Shocking for sure.

To be honest, he has never led a team to play against a top team, and his concept of winning seven championships is also vague.

That's why he said that before the game.

But now?

He was still a little unconvinced and felt that Chu Feng was just lucky and managed to score the ball into the goal.

Immediately, he shouted at the Syrian players, asking them to cheer up.

And on the court at this moment.

Chu Feng was surrounded by his teammates, and all kinds of praises were heard.

"Isn't this fucking too intense?"

"If it really hits the head, I guess it will cause a concussion!"

"Don't use this trick in team training in the future!"

Listening to his teammates talking at the same time, Chu Feng didn't feel comfortable saying that he was lucky.

After all, that would seem like Versailles.

Besides, luck is also part of strength, isn't it?
The Syrian players not far away listened to the head coach's roar and silently picked up the football.

They came from the war, carrying too much hope.

give up.

It will never appear in their dictionary.

The game starts again.

“China—awesome!”

"Chu Feng—awesome!"

The cheers from Chinese fans never stopped and the game entered a white-hot stage.

Is Syria strong?

At least it ranks among the best in Asia, and its spiritual attributes are at their best.

Confrontation, speed and fouls have become the portrayal of the Maktoum Stadium.

What would happen if it was the previous Chinese team?
After 30 minutes, his physical strength began to decline, making it difficult to cope with the opponent's breakthrough.

Allowing crosses, allowing breakthroughs, and allowing goals.
But after several months of transformation, they naturally changed.

No longer afraid of physical confrontation.

No matter whether I can knock you over or not, at least I'm going to knock you over.

It's a foul if you're passed.

Don't talk about gentlemanliness and sportsmanship.

Football is not a gentleman's game at all.

Therefore, in the eyes of Chinese fans, the Chinese team is not weaker at all, and is even stronger than the Syrian team.

All this changed because of one person.

"There are seven minutes left in the first half."

"During this period, Chu Feng used his personal ability to frequently commit fouls, causing Osama, Omar and Hamisha to receive yellow cards."

"This had a huge impact on Syria's defense, as they could no longer use strong physical confrontations and tactical fouls."

"Hey, it was Ward who broke through on the wing, Chi Zhongguo and Zhang Linpeng double-teamed him, and they closed the door and defended decisively!"

With Syria's left side channel blocked, Soma was left isolated and helpless.

Do you really think you are Ibrahimovic if someone says he is Highland Ibrahimovic?
“If it was Zlatan, he would have dropped back to receive the ball, then dribbled the ball himself and actively looked for opportunities.”

Looking at the big fool spreading his hands towards his opponent, Chu Fengqing couldn't help but think in his heart.

After Zhang Linpeng intercepted the ball, he strictly followed Lippi's requirements.

Avoid back-propagation as much as possible and make use of vertical space.

The football rolled along the sideline to Chu Feng.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a figure approaching.

Muayed still remembers the head coach's advice not to let China's No. 7 turn around easily.

Close fitting!

work hard!

Trying to interfere with Chu Feng's stopping the ball is his usual tactic.

In the Saudi League, you can use whatever you want.

Chu Feng lowered his center of gravity and rushed backwards. The moment he rushed out of the space——

Spike the ball and turn around!
Even in fierce confrontation, the ball contact is still accurate.

The football drew a beautiful arc, bypassed the fallen Muayed, and rolled towards the middle!
next moment.

Chu Feng stepped forward and chased after him, regaining control of the ball.

"Touch the ball and turn around!"

"An imaginative, wild escape!"

"Speed ​​up, speed up, keep speeding up!"

"Sprint!"

"The wind is howling!" "Wu Lei and Elkeson, who were in the lead, were overtaken!"

"Mehmed has also been overtaken!"

Ahmed's gums were bleeding from biting his teeth, and his mouth was full of the taste of rust.

But still can't catch up.

In the fast-moving picture, his figure gradually disappeared.

There is only one person left!

The white corners of the clothes fluttered in the hot wind, interweaving into a grand picture!

Almost instantly.

The white figure stabbed into the Syrian penalty area like a dagger.

slow down!
Facing Yi Pu Rahin who took the initiative.

Left step, right swing!
Like a pendulum swinging violently!
I can't tell the difference.

Yi Pulashin shouted in his heart and rushed to the left with his eyes closed.

At this moment.

Chu Feng touched the ball lightly with the inside of his right foot, as soft as silk.

Football and Yi Prahim go against each other.

Finally, it dived into the center of the goal!

0:2! ! !

After scoring the goal, Chu Feng ran to the stands.

Facing the eyes of Chinese fans, he jumped up, punched, and punched into the air!
At this moment, there is a heart burning with anger hidden in his chest!

A curse?

I'll break it for you to see!
Not only that.

Those curses that once upon Chinese football.

I'm going to hit them one by one!
Hey, hey, hey!!!——

The uniform roar seemed to shake the soul.

"Single-handedly defeated Syria and ignited Maktoum in three seconds!"

"The perfect combination of power and speed!"

“Goal, goal, goal!”

"Towards the end of the first half, Chu Feng used his terrifying speed to break through the Syrian goal again!"

He Wei didn't know why he was so excited.

Perhaps Syria's strength is average and cannot compare with Iran, Saudi Arabia and Australia.

It is not even as good as South Korea, Japan and Qatar.

But it is an opponent that the Chinese team has never defeated.

This meaning is different.

It means that Chinese football has broken away from the past and embarked on a brand new journey!

Even more excited than He Wei were the fans at the scene.

The mountains and fields are red, boiling at this moment, and the cheers shake the sky.

Syrian fans fell silent.

They all opened their mouths in shock.

Yellow people can also have this kind of speed, are you kidding me?
and also.

Why is Ahmed lying on the ground?

cramp?

The confidence of Syrian fans before the game has now disappeared without a trace.

Courtside.

Lippi took out a quick-acting heart pill from his pocket.

Oh shit.

Watching Chu Feng play football was so exciting that his heart couldn't take it.

The players on the bench also celebrated excitedly.

envy?

No, and there won’t be any in the future.

Let’s not talk about the technical level of those who can be selected for the national team today.

First of all, you need to have a winning heart.

"Brother Chu is so damn strong!"

"To be honest with you, the opponents in the first few games were too weak. I thought Brother Chu's level was just so-so."

"How kind of you!"

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Everyone's face was filled with smiles, smiles of anticipation for the future.

There is no giving up in the dictionary of Syrian players.

That's right.

But facing these two goals, can morale not be low?
It shouldn't be possible.

He kicked the ball a little numbly, and then passed it back for a long time.

Beep!
Korean referee Kim Dae-yong blew the whistle, signaling the end of the first half.

Finally, he looked at Chu Feng deeply.

Don't get me wrong, I don't mean to blow the whistle.

This is not South Korea. He has the intention but not the courage to do it.

I was just admiring Chu Feng's strength.

Today, South Korea is top-notch in Asia and can even compete with European teams.

Can they beat the Chinese team?
He thought it should be possible, but it certainly wouldn't be easy.

Oh, let’s talk about now.

If it were another two or three years, he really wouldn't dare to make a conclusion.

During the half-time break, there was a discussion about the game on the relevant forum platform.

exploded!

Even the platform servers started to lag.

Things like celebrity marriages, scandals, etc. on the hot list were all suppressed at the back.
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[Chu Feng is awesome! 】
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[It’s almost like there’s an afterimage, how can I catch up with it? ]
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[Not to mention the Syrian players, if Chu Feng dares to speed up, even defender Kyle Walker can't catch up! ]
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[Is he faster than Mbappe? 】
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[According to Sky Sports statistics, Chu Feng is 38.21km/h and Mbappe is 37.9km/h! ]
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【Awesome! 】
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[The Syrian players are all suffering from cramps from running! ]
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[I can attack and lead the team, I am the king of Chu! 】
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[Yeah! Chu football king! Chu football king! Chu football king! ]
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【Don’t dare to shout. 】
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In the visiting team's locker room.

“You played great, both defensively and offensively, far exceeding our expectations before the game!”

"Especially Chu, forget it, I guess you're tired of hearing all these compliments."

Lippi said as he clapped.

"Coach, if you can get tired of hearing compliments, it's from others, not me."

"Whatever you say, I'll take your word for it."

Chu Feng smiled happily.

"Let's talk about the defensive end. Zhang Linpeng and Chi Zhongguo on the right side did a good job of blocking Syria's attack."

"Have you noticed?"

"Their most threatening attack was at the beginning of the game, when they broke through on the left and crossed the ball to score."

"But they didn't use similar tactics again."

"Chi Zhongguo, you have done a good job in defending Chu Feng. Since he tends to move forward to the flank, you have to run more."

Lippi praised everyone.

"I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it. That's my duty. Although my skills are not good, my physical fitness is acceptable."

Chi Zhongguo waved his hands quickly.

And this is why Lippi recruited him into the national team.

Soon, the second half of the game began.

I don't know what kind of motivation the Syrian head coach gave to his players.

“You carry the people’s expectations!”

"Our compatriots in the flames of war need victory!"

Maybe it was something similar, they attacked fiercely at the start.

They rushed towards the Chinese team's half, roaring and screaming.

It’s true, it really worked and created overall suppression.

Chu Feng had no choice.

After all, this is an overall problem, not a single point problem.

In the 73rd minute of the second half.

Mahmoud broke through from the wing and passed the ball to the far end of the penalty area!
Seeing Soma right behind him.

Zhang Linpeng chose to stretch his foot, but the football somehow rolled into his own goal.

This is a helpless move.

Because of the direction of his body, it was bound to be difficult to clear the ball.

Moreover, the football bounces slightly while rolling.

"Don't take it to heart, you were right to stretch your foot. If you didn't stretch your foot, there would be no hope for Chinese football!"

Chu Feng took the football out of the goal, left a word and turned around.

This is what he really thinks.

When there was danger in front of the goal, he let the ball go because he was afraid of being blamed.

Is there any hope for Chinese football?

This goal did not destroy the morale of the Chinese team.

Because just five minutes later, Zhang Linpeng made another steal on the wing and passed the ball diagonally to Chu Feng who was supporting him from the side.

Snapped! ! !
With almost blind vision, he turned around and sent a long pass over the top!

The ball penetrated the overly forward Syrian formation.

"Wu Lei!"

"Single sword!"

"No more slacking off, the ball went in steadily!"

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Wait until the final whistle blows.

The LED screen next to the court showed a score of 1:3.

(End of this chapter)