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Chapter 943
Immediately, the fans cheered happily.
Yang Luo turned his head, and on the field, Osasuna teammates in blue hugged each other, celebrating the joy after scoring.
The opponents, the Racing Santander players, were disappointed. Obviously, as the last game of the league, they were eager to win.
"Ling Feng, this guy is definitely not convinced. What is he doing?" Yang Luo knew Ling Feng quite well. Once the team fell behind, he would try his best to score a goal in the shortest possible time.
That is, there are signs of mania when you are just behind.
This is the characteristic of Ling Feng.
At this time, Ling Feng was pinching his waist with his hands, and his expression was as serious as ever. On the court, his expression had never been relaxed, and it was always tense.
It's like facing a battle with the devil.
Can't relax half a minute.
"Fuck."

The ball rolled over and was kicked away by Ling Feng, obviously he was very angry.
But at this time, the other person was even more angry.
Nie Long.
A boy who was born to keep the goal, stood in the goal, his face was flushed, although he didn't speak, but now he is more angry than anyone else.
The reason is simple, as the team's last line of defense, he didn't keep the ball and was led by others, so this is his own responsibility.
Although the opponent's ball was very fast and the angle was very tricky in the ball just now, but I clearly judged the direction correctly, but my body didn't keep up. This is my mistake.
Next time, I will definitely do better.
"Clap"

Nie Long clapped his hands. In the noisy stadium, the two applause were insignificant, but Ling Feng still turned his head and nodded at Nie Long. The two of them exchanged eyes, as if they had reached some kind of contract.
In the stands, after seeing the opponent score a goal, Sandro shook the lottery ticket in his hand, as if to say that he had won.
But Nana is a little unconvinced now.
She knew Ling Feng well, as the best player of the Rongcheng school team, it was impossible for him to just give up.
She turned her head to look at Yang Luo, her voice was very low, but her enunciation was very clear.
"What do you think Ling Feng will do next?"

Yang Luo stared at Ling Feng on the court.
spit out a word.
"Dry"

"squeak"

The game restarted.
On the sardine court, there was an uproar.
Nie Long threw the ball high with his hand. The ball directly crossed the midfield and flew in the direction of Ling Feng.
There was an immediate uproar from the fans on the pitch.
A player who is less than 20 years old can throw the ball across the midfield with his hands. This kind of strength can be described as amazing.
Even the German goalkeeper Kahn, who was called the goalkeeper at the time, may not be able to do this.
The ball is still flying.
Just like the relay on the track and field in advance, before the ball falls, Ling Feng races with the football at the same time.
Ling Feng's speed is very fast, and an Osasuna player in the backcourt is following Ling Feng closely. With his speed and body, Ling Feng does not want to get up and down with the opponent.
In this stalemate situation, the two rushed to the football side by side, and the fans in the stands shouted excitedly,
Moving like a swimming dragon, this is Ling Feng.
No, not only that, Ling Feng will definitely get rid of it, sure, Yang Luo's eyes became firm.
Just as the ball was about to fall, Ling Feng's speed suddenly increased.
"What!" Yang Luo's eyes widened.
From everyone's point of view, Ling Feng's speed has reached the limit just now, but they never expected that Ling Feng still has room to speed up.
That's right, Ling Feng speeded up.
Ling Feng ran faster than before, and his body was already ahead of the opponent.
There was a "bang".
Before the ball hit the ground, Ling Feng volleyed.
Football goes straight to the goal.
"It's a shot," Nana suddenly shouted excitedly.
Yang Luo is also very nervous, Ling Feng's kick just now was too beautiful, if he scores a goal, it will definitely boost the morale of the team."

"Whoo~"

It's a pity that Ling Feng's kick was too strong, and the ball flew off the crossbar.

The tense heartstrings of the fans also disappeared with the resolution of this wave of crisis.

However, there was still applause from the fans on the court.

Many of Racing Santander's teammates ran to Ling Feng, patted his shoulders, and said words of encouragement.

Ling Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead, looking back at the goal from time to time.

Damn, I'm still too anxious, if it's a little lower, maybe it will be better.

After Ling Feng finished speaking, Xiao Pao returned to his own half.

Intense sports competition is cruel and realistic. Facing a team with similar strength as yourself, if you want to score goals, you have to spend a lot of effort.

Osasuna caught the mistake of Racing Santander's defense before scoring a goal. Now this time is exactly the time for the opponent to counterattack wildly.

Therefore, Osasuna's defense is tighter than before.

After Ling Feng attacked twice in a row and failed to score, the atmosphere on the court became a lot more depressed. More Racing Santander fans thought that this game was just like this.

In the first half, in the disappointment of the fans, the opponent was 0-1 behind.

Intermission.

On the Sardines Stadium, the voices of away fans cheered constantly, but as home fans, they were relatively low-key.

In the first half, they also saw the two teenagers who had created miracles for this stadium. They tried their best, but they never scored.

This also shows a reason, this game, if you want to win, it is too difficult.

Intermission.

In the dressing room of Racing Santander.

Head coach Portugal worked hard to ease the tense and depressed emotions.

In the first half, the morale of the team plummeted due to being scored by the opponent in advance, and with Ling Feng, a powerful striker, the attack was fruitless one after another.

The limbs of all the players on and off the team seemed to be restrained and extremely stiff.

Therefore, Portugal has to resolve this situation.

"Children, don't be affected by this game. This season, we have performed perfectly. Next, we will usher in a new season, so don't be affected."

"That's right." Assistant coach Pires stepped forward.

"As your head coach said, this season, we have been firmly at the top of the standings. Next season, we will face the strongest opponent in La Liga. So, boys, you have worked hard and made great efforts. A gratifying result, so, in this game, let's not feel pressured, just enjoy and relax."

Pires' speech eased the atmosphere in the locker room.

That's right, this season, the team has made history, allowing the team that has been in the second division for more than ten years to return to La Liga.

This is a miracle, and it is what everyone wants to see.

Even if this game is lost, at best it will not be perfect at the end of the game.

But they still have to rely on the total points to advance to La Liga.

That's enough.

Thinking of this, the team members showed rare relaxation on their faces.

At this time, the door of the locker room opened, and a familiar figure walked in.

(End of this chapter)