Football: Starting from the Ronaldo Template

Chapter 373 One Two Three Four (Chinese National Football Team)
South Korea team locker room.

"Shit! What the fuck are you kicking? This is the biggest piece of shit I've ever seen in my life, and none of you dare look me in the eye, because none of you are worthy enough to talk to me!"

Jin Hefan couldn't control his emotions and pointed at everyone's noses and cursed.

"From the midfield to the penalty area, there were so many foul opportunities. It was obvious that they could be solved by just pulling, but he was allowed to continue to the penalty area! I don't know if you guys use your brain when playing football?"

"Also, why do the two people at the front of the penalty area have to separate left and right? If they just close the door to defend him, can he still fly over?"

"Shit! You are the worst Olympic team players I have ever coached!"

The Korean players hung their heads, and no one dared to refute Jin Hefan. After all, Korea was influenced by Confucian culture, and people attached great importance to hierarchy and order of seniority, even to a pathological degree.

But Yuan Douzai and Jin Dongxian secretly complained in their hearts. It’s not that they didn’t try tactical fouls, but the terrifying explosion, speed and strength made it impossible for them to even touch the corner of Chu Feng’s clothes.

Besides, Zheng Taiyu couldn't stop Chu Feng even after tackling him from behind, so it was normal that they couldn't defend him.

Thinking of this, a hint of fear appeared on the faces of the Korean players. They had never been afraid of other Asian teams, whether it was Japan, Qatar, or Syria.

But facing China and Chu Feng, they were really scared.

Because if they could see Chu Feng's back, they would still have the fighting spirit and courage to chase him.

But the gap was like a chasm, so that all they could see was darkness.

Confusion became the true portrayal of the Korean players. They didn't know what to do. They tried stealing the ball, assisting in defense, and committing fouls. However, they were still defeated by Chu Feng.

"Shit! Stop sighing and hanging your heads. Cheer up!"

"We haven't lost yet! The Chinese team is only one strong player. He quickly advanced from both wings. All the players in the midfield and frontcourt moved forward and surrounded the Chinese team's penalty area from multiple points. He used his physical advantage to equalize the score!"

"Remember, you are the hope of the Republic of Korea. Don't give up easily!"

Jin Hefan frowned.

It's a pity that the U23 Asian Cup does not exempt players from military service. If it were the Asian Cup or the Olympics, he believed that the Korean players would fight desperately for victory without any motivation.

After all, South Korea’s military service can last as long as two years.

And how many two years do football players have?
Chinese team locker room.

"Take some time to rest, take some time to rest, I'll say a few words first!"

"Everyone played very well in the first half and we took the lead temporarily, but remember the game is not over yet!"

"Now that the South Korean team has been sent off, if they want to maintain their offensive intensity, they will have to invest more resources, which means they will no longer be able to keep a tight guard on Chu Feng!"

"So, the defense must withstand the pressure for me and not let the Korean team's attack threaten the goal. Then, we should use the wide backcourt space exposed by the Korean team's overall pressure to send long passes to the front or quickly advance through the two wings!"

Fu Bo simply drew two strokes on the tactical board.

If the score was just this and South Korea's Zheng Taiyu had not been sent off, he would still be worried about his team's defense.

After all, the South Korean team has strong forward line. Both Lee Kang-in and Jung Woo-young caused a lot of trouble for the Chinese team in the first half.

If it weren't for Chu Feng's terrifying outburst, the Chinese team would have been at least one goal behind, and there was no way they could have scored two goals.

Thinking of this, Fu Bo looked at Chu Feng who was leaning against the locker in the locker room. Chu Feng was a young man in his twenties, but he was carrying the expectations of countless fans and carrying Chinese football forward.

"There are still 45 minutes left in the game and we are only leading 2:1. South Korea only needs one goal to equalize the score!"

After the game review was over, Chu Feng walked to the center of the locker room, looked around and said, "I don't know if you guys are slacking off, but every time I feel this way, I think about how I would feel if I lost the game after the game."

"If only I were, if only I were, but the game is over, nothing can be changed!"

"At that time, I understood one thing: if I don't want it to happen, I have to try my best now!"

"Huang Zhengyu, he used his head to fight with Li Gangren's feet, and now he is being sent to the hospital for treatment. He must be watching this game on his mobile phone, hoping that his desperate efforts will get a good result!"

"With his expectations and the expectations of countless fans across the country, we must and can only win this game!"

"As long as you still have the energy, run. As soon as the opponent kicks the ball, block it. Don't give the South Korean team any chance to threaten the goal!"

Chu Feng stretched out his hand after he finished speaking, "The Chinese team will win!"

The players put their hands together and shouted hysterically:

"The Chinese team will win!!!"

Soon, the halftime break ended and the two teams returned to the field.

Rajamangala Stadium.

The red flags fluttered in the wind.

The drumming and cheers of Chinese fans once again filled the entire stadium.

"The second half of the game begins! The Korean team replaces Hwang Ui-jo with Cho Kyu-sung. The former has a very high level of headers. It seems that the Korean team wants to bomb from the high altitude!"

"But the numerical disadvantage makes it difficult for them to pass through the midfield, so they can only break through on the wing with the individual abilities of the players!"

"Zheng Youying! He passed Tong Lei and Dilmurati rushed to steal the ball decisively. Great! He got the ball back!"

"The Chinese team always has two defensive players on the wing, using multiple defensive players to stop the Korean team's advance!"

When the strength of the two sides is equal, the numerical disadvantage will be infinitely magnified.

Of course, the South Korean team is stronger overall, but they must allocate some resources to closely guard Chu Feng who is parallel to their own defense line.

We are only one goal behind now. If the Chinese team counterattacks and scores again, our hope of a reversal will be very slim.

Anxiety gradually spread among the Korean players.

Relying on the numerical advantage, the Chinese players began to pass the ball back, of course not in the dangerous areas of the backcourt, but in the front and midfield and on both sides.

If the ball is intercepted here, you can counter-steal it in time. If that doesn't work, just commit a tactical foul, which won't cause too much impact.

The South Korean team had one less player on the field, so their high-pressure system had loopholes, and they were very obvious loopholes.

The result was that he was like a monkey being pushed back and forth, looking extremely embarrassed, which made other fans laugh out loud.

"The Chinese team is not in a hurry to attack and tries to avoid passing dangerous balls."

"Huang Cong passes the ball to Lin Liangming from the wing!"

"Do you want to live on your own?"

"No! After trying it for a while, he chose to pass the ball back to Feng Boxuan, then moved to the other side, and kept testing on both wings!"

On the green field, Chu Feng looked at Li Xiangmin and Jin Zaiyu beside him, thinking that it would be very difficult to break through later.

Because these two guys will definitely commit fouls, and they will commit fouls at all costs.

So he just kept running around, taking his two bodyguards with him.

At the same time, he also instructed Cao Yongjing and Lin Liangming to move forward and to the side.

By making full use of the width of the field and stretching the Korean formation, there will be fewer defensive resources in the middle.

When the game reached the 67th minute, Chu Feng retreated to the midfield to receive the ball. Three defensive players attacked him instantly, but he had already passed the ball back to Huang Cong.

It was this reply that made Li Gangren and others relax their vigilance. After all, Chu Feng was surrounded by them, and Huang Cong would most likely not send the message again.

But the next second, a low-probability event happened. Huang Cong passed the ball directly without stopping, without any hesitation!

Because he saw Chu Feng's gesture!
At this moment, Chu Feng seemed to be overlooking the green field. The Korean players on it were like obstacles blocking his way!
Turn sideways and lead the ball!
He used his body to separate himself from Zheng Youying, and his speed exploded instantly, reaching the extreme!

"Foul! Foul!"

Jin Zaiyu shouted in horror.

He didn't even dare to talk about defense because he couldn't defend at all.

Only foul!

Li Xiangmin's eyes were red, and he kicked Chu Feng's right foot violently like a gambler whose defense was broken!
But Chu Feng's dribbling rhythm suddenly changed!
In an instant, it went from a gentle breeze to a hurricane!
Snapped!
Li Xiangmin only shoveled the air and let out a scream!
Chu Feng stepped on his calf, and the power accumulated in his core muscles erupted instantly like a violent active volcano!

In just two steps, he caught up with the football and led it to the left!
He wanted to create the illusion of a low shot.

as predicted.

Jin Zaiyu decisively followed up to steal the ball, but the next moment he felt a chill under his crotch and suddenly realized that he had been penetrated. Chu Feng passed by Jin Zaiyu, like a tiger hunting, and accelerated again to catch up with the football!
On his right.

Yuan Douzai, who was desperately chasing back, flew over and tackled resolutely!

The opponent has no chance to adjust!

He firmly believed that he could get it!

However, Chu Feng pushed out his left foot at a faster speed, stepped on the ground with his right foot and jumped up to avoid the flying tackle!

Under the attention of countless people, the football drew a sharp arc and headed straight for the far corner of the goal!
Finally, it hits the net and makes a "swish" sound!

3:1! ! !

"Chu Feng! Chu Feng! Chu Feng!"

"It's him again!"

"hat trick!"

"One, two, three, four!"

"One, two, three, four!"

"He passed four players from back to front and scored again against the South Korean team, changing the score to 3:1!!!"

"Can you imagine? This is the third time he has overturned the entire defense of the South Korean team?"

"Look at this amazing performance, it shows what a superstar is!"

"Whenever he has the ball, you can raise your hands and prepare to celebrate in advance!"

He Wei and Zhan Jun couldn't help but roar in the commentary booth.

The entire Rajamangala Stadium went crazy at this moment!
The red flags flying all over the sky and the thunderous cheers were like waves tens of meters high, impacting every corner of the stadium and the souls of everyone present!
South Korean fans looked up at the night sky. Despair was like the dark night that swallowed up all hope and light. The feeling of powerlessness came like waves, making it hard for them to breathe.

On the green field, Chu Feng slid on his knees passionately under the spotlight to end the goal!

At this moment, in the Carrington training base, Manchester United players looked at each other and looked at Mourinho.

A few days ago, the boss said that he was worried about Chu Feng's condition and was afraid that he would not be able to adapt to the rhythm of the Premier League.

But, even if they were to bully weak opponents, they probably wouldn't be able to produce such incredible performance.

The Korean players not far away didn't say a word. They all lowered their heads with no spirit in their eyes.

They were kicked to the point of collapse and even wanted to end it right there and put an end to this farce.

Right, to them, isn’t this a farce or something?
The entire defense line was singled out three times in a row, and even fouling was of no use at all.

Damn, how can there be such people in the world?
Suddenly, they remembered something and looked at Li Xiangmin.

I saw him covering his calf, wailing in pain and rolling around, as if he was experiencing endless torture.

And what did the referee do?
He first showed a yellow card, then changed it to a red card, and finally waved for the team doctor to come in.

Lee Sang-min's tackle just now fully exposed his studs, which was already a red card.

As for Lee Sang-min being stepped on?
Whether or not the offensive player's stepping on someone's foot is a foul depends on whether the step was intentional, reckless, or involved excessive force.

Chu Feng's stamping action was obviously unintentional, and he had no intention of deliberately hurting the other party.

So this action is not considered a foul.

"The connection between the gastrocnemius muscle and tendon is broken. It is currently impossible to determine the extent of the break. An MRI is needed!"

The Korean team doctor is very professional.

Jin Hefan's face was ashen, his lips kept moving, and he finally said hoarsely: "Send him to the local hospital for treatment first, and we'll talk about the follow-up situation later."

He knew that his gastrocnemius muscle was severely torn and he would need to rest for at least three months, and the possibility of sequelae could not be ruled out.

Perhaps, Lee Sang-min's career will undergo a major turning point because of this.

"We are short of two people now. How do we need to adjust?"

the assistant coach asked cautiously.

"Let the players who didn't play play, let them feel the difference, maybe they will work harder in the future."

Jin Hefan waved his hands weakly, as if he had aged many years.

The other side.

Fu Bo tried his best to suppress his excitement and calmly made reasonable substitutions.

Even though the championship progress bar reached 99.99, he still wanted to be foolproof, and only when the final whistle sounded could he put down the stone in his heart.

As for the players on the bench, they looked at the figure on the court with admiration in their eyes.

In the future, this figure will become a constant source of motivation for them!
"The game starts again! The game starts again!"

"The South Korean team only has 9 players left on the field, and they are trying their best to resist the Chinese team's attack!"

"That's right, they are resisting the Chinese team's offensive. After taking a two-goal lead, the Chinese team switched from passive defense to active offense!"

"Look at Lin Liangming's cross from the wing, which finds Cao Yongjing at the back post and volleys the ball!"

"Oh, what a pity, the football hit the post and rolled out of the bottom line!"

"There are only eight minutes left in the regular time of the game, and the championship is getting closer and closer to us!"

"Come on, boys from the Chinese team!"

As He Wei and Zhan Jun provided commentary, time passed by and the Chinese fans at the scene became more and more excited.

South Korean fans left the stadium cursing. They didn't want to witness the Chinese team win the championship and become the background of the Chinese team.

And what about Chu Feng?

He was strolling in midfield and did not participate in the offense.

Because I am too tired.

Any one of his three goals would be enough to compete for the Puskas Award, and he scored three in a single game.

My physical strength and energy have long been seriously declining, and it is good enough that I can still stand here.

Besides, he still has games to play after returning to the club.

Now that victory has been secured, there is no need to fight any more.

It’s better to take more rest.

Fu Bo did not dare to replace Chu Feng. There were many reasons for this, for example, Chu Feng was the core and he should stand on the court and enjoy the cheers of the fans.

Soon, the fourth official raised a sign indicating five minutes of injury time.

The Korean players wiped the sweat from their foreheads, thinking that they were finally going to be free, but then they thought again that Chu Feng was only in his twenties, wouldn't he have to do this throughout their professional careers?

In all future major events such as the Asian Cup, Asian Games and World Cup, they will face the Chinese team with Chu Feng.

At this moment, Chu Feng, who was taking a walk, looked like a big devil in their eyes.

Seeing the Korean team's frantic resistance, the Chinese players passed the ball back to the backcourt repeatedly to kill the last time of the game.

In fact, they were also very tired, but because their technical level was not as good as others, they could only run for their lives.

According to official statistics, the Chinese team's average running distance was 12.5km, while the South Korean team's average running distance was only 10.8km.

There is so much sweat hidden in this small gap.

Beep-beep-beep!
The moment the injury time ended, the referee blew the whistle.

Because there is no need to continue.

(End of this chapter)