Chapter Ninety-Two: A Record Breaker
The referee soon blew the whistle for the end of the game, and at 3:2, Saint-Germain won the French Cup.
Ling Feng, it's Ling Feng again!
His two goals and a beautiful free-kick combined to give the team the victory, especially the last, which was the goal of the century in that crucial moment.
When Ling Feng scored the goal, the whole of Paris boiled, and the whole of China also boiled, for this great goal.
It was a golden goal, both in terms of meaning and excitement, and if given the choice, Barthez would rather pay for a gold ball of the same size in exchange for not scoring it.
The Stade de France became a sea of joy for Parisians, who chanted the slogan "LING, CHINE" to cheer their hero, even if he had to leave next season, even if he could not play for Saint-Germain from now on.
Only this moment in front of us has become an eternity.
Sitting on the turf, Barthez conceded nine goals in three games, five brilliant goals, including four world waves, and one with his butt smashed in. Especially in this game, not to mention the last barb, the second free kick is also a classic match, even the most inconspicuous first goal, it is also very beautiful, but this light will be covered by the next two goals.
Four world wave goals, all the TV stations will broadcast these goals again and again, and that unlucky goalkeeper is himself, how can Barthez not be depressed, if it wasn't for Henry hugging him, he would have wanted to hit his head on the goalpost and die.
Henry and Trezeguet silently watched Ling Feng being surrounded by a group of people to celebrate, the feeling in their hearts can only be described as mixed feelings, ninety minutes of hard work, collapsed at the last moment, this feeling is really very uncomfortable, they are both children, Trezeguet has already cried.
At this time, there was one more person around them, and they thought that the coach had come to comfort them, so they didn't look back, only heard an unfamiliar voice: "Don't be depressed both of you, you are still young, there are always opportunities." β
The two looked back in amazement, and it turned out to be Djokaf.
Djokaeff smiled and said: "Ling has praised you with me more than once, and I can see that you have improved a lot and done a good job in these games." β
"Why did you come to comfort us?" Trezeguet wiped away a handful of tears and asked suspiciously.
'At club we are opponents, but in the national team we are teammates. Djokaeff replied with a smile: "With your strength and potential, it is only a matter of time before you enter the national team, don't forget, the World Cup is approaching, we have a great advantage in our homeland, whether we can win the championship depends on this edition, I hope you can fight with me at that time." β
When it came to the World Cup, the eyes of the two shot a look of hope, Djokaef continued: "I really want to thank Ling, I can tap your potential so early, he and I have to leave after the end of this season, so we must win this championship, you are still young, there will be opportunities in the future, when your strength reaches a certain level, then challenge Ling, I believe he must be very welcome." β
"But Ling is younger than us, but his strength is so strong, are we really inferior to him?" Henry is still a little unconvinced, although Djokaef is the main player of the national team he respects, but his stubborn temper is like this.
"Ling, he's a freak," Djokaeff looked at Ling Feng, who was running with a five-star red flag in the field, and said leisurely, "Maybe one day, he will become our biggest opponent, and at that time, it will be your world." β
"Don't underestimate China." Djokaeff dropped a sentence that left Henry and Trezeguet in deep thought.
Djokaev left slowly, but his eyes were fixed on one of the VIP seats on the field, he had done everything he could, and the rest was up to them.
A white-haired man looked at the two pensive teenagers in the arena and smiled, "Zidan, what do you say Yuri will say to them?" β
A man wearing a hat next to him said slowly: "It should be the same as what you think in your heart, but these two little guys are really good, but they still need some experience." β
"Mr. Wenger has already called me and he is interested in the number 12 (Henry) and I think he will soon be a gunner in the arsenal."
"Wenger, that old fox," the man in the hat smiled, "but his vision is still very good, isn't the boy he poached from Saint-Germain some time ago also a rare genius?" β
"Yes," the white-haired man next to him said with a smile, "The three of them will provoke the attack of our French team in the future, Cantona is too disobedient, and the era of Loko is about to pass, it is time to inject fresh blood." Zidan?. β
"What's the matter, teacher?"
"When you get to Juventus, you can talk to Mr. Lippi that Trezeguet is a good seedling and it will be much cheaper to dig it now than when he blooms later."
"I will, teacher."
"What do you think of that Chinese?" The white-haired man asked suddenly.
"Very strong." The man in the hat replied in the affirmative.
"Did you find a flaw in him?"
"There's only one, but not on him," said the man in the hat leisurely, "his national team mate." β
"If he solves this problem, the pattern of world football will change, be careful, in the World Cup in South Korea and Japan in 02, they will become our fierce rivals, six years is enough to produce a group of good players."
"I know, teacher, the last game of the league will be between me and him, the last time we were tied, this time, I don't think the chances of winning are big."
"You have no chance of winning, Zidan," the white-haired man said leisurely: "It was his last league game, he will definitely do his best, Bordeaux's strength is not as good as Saint-Germain, and it will still be their home stadium when the time comes, Zidan, you have to be careful." β
"I'll do my best." The man in the hat smiled lightly, and the shadow under the brim of the hat revealed a snow-white tooth.
"'98 World Cup, I can't wait." Looking at the sky, the white-haired man let out a soft sigh.
If anyone can recognize them, they will be surprised, because they are Zinedine Zidane, the core of the midfield who is now in the limelight in France, and the head coach of the French national team - Aimee Jacquet.
Henry and Trezeguet also did not expect that the fight with Ling Feng would change their fate forever.
Ling Feng, a butterfly, has gradually influenced the development of the new generation of world football......
The award ceremony finally began, and French President Jacques Chirac personally wore gold medals around the necks of each player, a tradition of the European Football Association Cup, in which the country's top state was present to watch the game on the day of the final, while countries such as England and Spain and other monarchies presented trophies to the players by the queen and king.
That's the beauty of this kind of cup competition, being able to shake hands with the country's top leader in person, which is not an honor that all players can enjoy, except for the FA Cup, and only when you win the World Cup.
The last to take the stage was the captain Ling Feng, the reason why he was the last to take the stage was because after the gold medal was awarded, the trophy was directly handed over to the captain, and the captain held it high, which was also an unwritten rule when awarding the award.
Chirac shook hands with Ling Feng cordially, and hugged Ling Feng cordially when he hung the gold medal around Ling Feng's neck.
After hugging, Chirac did not rush to hand the trophy to Ling Feng, but took the microphone and said with a smile: "I am very grateful to Ling for everything he has done for French football, the game just now is very exciting, and Ling's performance since landing in the French Football League A has attracted the attention of the world, he has also led Saint-Germain to break one record after another, and because of Ling's relationship, the feelings between the French people and the Chinese people have been further deepened, here, on behalf of the French National Parliament, I specially present another award to Ling Fengββ Sino-French Friendship Ambassador Award. β
Chirac took a gold medal from the ceremonial hand next to him, and handed it to Ling Feng with both hands, and suddenly the entire French stadium erupted in thunderous cheers from the fans: "LING, CHINE!" β
Chirac then handed the French Cup trophy to Ling Feng with both hands, and when Ling Feng raised the trophy above his head, the whole of China erupted in enthusiastic cheers.
Ling Feng once again won a championship trophy, which is also the second football championship won by Chinese abroad, and Saint-Germain is only one step away from the goal of the treble.
At the post-match press conference, Ling Feng was once again the focus, and reporters were very curious about his white hair, and after Fernandez explained, all the reporters exclaimed, it turned out that Ling's feelings for Saint-Germain were really very deep - so deep that he blamed himself to the point of turning white overnight - although it was exaggerated.
The next day, the headlines of the major sports newspapers were all about the French Cup match, the reason for Ling Feng's gray hair and his goals were described in a lot of ink, especially the last goal, which was praised by the media and was hailed as one of the best goals of the century.
Although the fans in Paris were a little dissatisfied with Ling Feng's departure, they were very moved by his perfect performance in the last game and the news that he had lost his head overnight because of guilt, everyone had the best choice to do, and Ling Feng was too, but even if he was gone, he was still the prince of Saint-Germain.
Many fans spontaneously gathered outside the Saint-Germain training ground, and at this time they held up a sign that clearly read: "Ling, go all the way." β
After the gray hair, Ling Feng looked a little depressed, but after learning that the fans had forgiven him, the biggest stone in Ling Feng's heart was also put down.
The current Ling Feng, except for the gray hair that was different from before, was basically the same as before, secretly putting some laxatives in the water of Djokaff and the others, and stealing their cars while they were going to the toilet......
However, looking at the scarred Audi that was hit, Djokaeff surprisingly did not get mad, but slowly spit out: "I'm about to leave, it's time to change cars." β
Compared to Ling Feng, who spoke coldly, Djokaf and the others preferred Ling Feng who was stealing chickens and dogs everywhere and making pranks, although his methods made people laugh and cry every time.
After recovering, Ling Feng's form was even more courageous, and in the penultimate game of Ligue 1, their opponent, Sochaux, was swept miserably.
Amid the cheers of 45,000 home fans at the Parc des Princes, Saint-Germain and Ling Feng broke the record again.
Saint-Germain broke the record for the biggest score, beating Sochaux 13-0 at home, while Ling Feng broke the record for the most goals scored in a single game, scoring eight goals with an overhead kick and two hat-tricks in one game.
It is estimated that this record will take a long time to be broken.
After the game, Sochaux's players scolded Saint-Germain for being inhumane, in the first half of twenty minutes, Saint-Germain had a 3:0 lead, Ling Feng scored two goals and assisted a goal, at this time Sochaux's players have basically given up resistance, I hope Saint-Germain can let them go, it's already 3:0, the next game can be won without playing, or leave some physical strength to play the final of the Cup Winners' Cup.
It's a pity that Sochaux's players have not finished their dreams, Ling Feng met the ball forty meters away in the midfield and knocked on their door again, expanding the score to 4:0, and Ling Feng also completed his personal hat trick.
Sochaux's nightmare continued, and ten minutes later, Saint-Germain won a corner, Ling Feng's pass was headed out by a Sochaux defender and reached the outside of the box, and Djokaeff met it with a furious shot to extend the score to 5-0.
Sochaux's defenders began to get annoyed and the next move became louder, curbing Saint-Germain's attack at one point, but they also paid a terrible price for it, and at the end of the first half, three of Sochaux's players were sent off and Sochaux had to play with eight men.
At half-time, the president of the club called the manager personally, because if one more player is sent off, the team will be disqualified from the game, and the club will face a huge fine, if this is the case, then the club will give the player the most severe punishment - more serious than a big loss.
The frightened Sochaux players did not dare to foul again in the second half, because in addition to the three players who went off the field, four other players also received yellow card warnings, if they received another yellow card......
Just wait to go back and be skinned down......
Saint-Germain was unforgiving, superior in strength, and three more in number, and finally Fernandes had to replace goalkeeper Rama, who was so bored on the pitch that he basically didn't touch the ball in the whole game, and even didn't have many opportunities to serve goal kicks.
The substitute goalkeeper looked depressed, and Rama ran down to rest, leaving him to suffer on the field.
Who calls himself not the main force? Differential treatment!
In the end, Saint-Germain swept their opponents on home turf to set two new records, and if they win their last league game, they will break another record - the highest number of points for a Ligue 1 title!