Ling Feng looked at the ball in the goal depressedly, the victory that had been built up with great difficulty was equalized like this, there was not much time left in the game, his morale was hit very hard, and more importantly, his side was missing one person!

What a test! I didn't expect to encounter such a situation in the French Cup, which was smooth all the way, and Monaco, an old rival, really wanted to take revenge.

"Cheer up, brothers! We're going to win! Ling Feng shouted at the backline, now that he is the captain, he has the responsibility to raise the morale of the whole team.

“******！” Seeing that everyone was still sluggish, Ling Feng scolded in a low voice, ran back to the door, took the ball out and put it on the middle circle line, the meaning is obvious, the game is not over yet, we haven't lost yet!

Djokaeff and others were the first to react, after all, they were the main players of the national team who were used to seeing strong winds and waves, and they soon sobered up and returned to their positions, and the rest of them gradually regained their form.

As for the cheers of the fans, as long as Ling Feng is on the field, they will definitely win!

The players of Monaco are not relaxed now, they have twice learned Ling Feng's power, every time it comes to a critical moment, it is always Ling Feng who comes out to ride the savior alone, and others such as Djokaf and others can't do this.

The game continued, the fire of both sides was spelled out, as long as the opposing player took the ball beyond the midfield arc to the danger zone, he never hesitated to get down, especially for several sharp knife players on both sides, it was ruthless.

It's just that the Monaco team didn't dare to foul in front of their penalty area, and Saint-Germain didn't dare to go too far ahead with one less person, and the two sides fought evenly for a while.

Ling Feng basically stayed near the midfield, responsible for stealing the first landing point and interfering with the opponent's attack, and also took on the heavy responsibility of organizing his own attack.

Ling Feng once again snatched the opponent's big foot cleared, easily circled Collins beside him, and handed the ball to Djokaf on the right side of the penalty area, and now he can only rely on his organization in the front court.

Djokaeff also knows his heavy responsibility, Ling Feng can't come up, and the front court can only rely on him to plan the attack, but what makes him extremely irritable is that the opponent's penalty area is full of people, no matter what, he can't break through the opponent's defense, the ball can't be stuffed in, and the high-altitude ball is not dominant, so he can only watch the time pass little by little.

"Don't worry, don't worry, there will definitely be a chance." Djokaf took a deep breath and silently said to himself in his heart that although he has one less person, he can still fight to a tie with the other party, and the more anxious he is in this situation, the easier it is to make mistakes.

Djokaeff dribbled sideways past Bronteo and crossed the ball to the penalty area, Rai followed up with a shot that bounced off the defender's body, and Ling Feng followed with a chest stop and then broke into the side in disguise.

"Rai, don't rush!" Ling Feng shouted while dribbling the ball, which made the Monaco defenders very depressed, he was so effortless that he was in the mood to remind his teammates.

However, depressed to depressed, they also knew that no one on their side could stop this Chinese white-haired boy, and Barthez became nervous every time he saw Ling Feng get the ball, and the psychological shadow caused to him by these three games was too great......

Leonard tightly sealed Ling Feng's route to the penalty area, he had already made up his mind, no matter how Ling Feng feintmed, he would never kick out, just not letting Ling Feng cut into the penalty area would be considered to be the completion of the task.

Before the game, the head coach explained that no one should try to make a single move with Ling Feng, and if anyone dared to do so and cause the ball to be lost, he would go home and run around the stadium for twenty laps.

Ling Feng gave up the idea of forcibly breaking through into the penalty area, knocked the ball back to Vernier in the midfield, and reorganized the attack, he knew that if he started from the side, not only would he waste this attack, but also give the opponent a good opportunity to attack quickly, and he had no time to return to defense, this situation was the most dangerous.

Fornier also had no choice but to continue to pass the ball back to defender Neggerti, who then passed to the wing, and they wanted to attract the opposition players to come forward and press to widen the gap in the middle.

The ball returned to Ling Feng's feet under the feet of several players, and at this time he also returned to the front of the penalty area, and there was still no space, which made Ling Feng very depressed.

If you don't have a chance, you have to create a chance for yourself.

Ling Feng relied on the opponent not to foul, protected the ball tightly at his feet, dribbled horizontally in front of the penalty area, and sought the opponent to come up and force to open the gap.

For Monaco players, this is the most vicious move, but fortunately, Monaco also has a lot of people standing in front of the penalty area, in such a crowd, it is already very good to be able to rush over smoothly, not to mention that Ling Feng also has a ball at his feet.

Ling Feng took a sideways step, protected the ball with his right foot, pulled the ball back with his left foot, dodged Deyeto's kick, and then picked the ball up with his left foot and passed the ball into the penalty area.

Loko was quick to follow, but Barthez reacted a step ahead of him and punched the ball out early, and the Saint-Germain attack was once again a failure.

Fernandes looked anxious and brought on Mboma and Rai, and this is the only way to put some pressure on the Monaco backline.

Mboma held back his anger off the field, and after he got on the field, he broke through the left and right, and made a mess of Monaco's side impact, but although he had some advantages on the field, he still couldn't form a threatening attack, but he wasted the opportunity a few more times, and the opponent seized the opportunity to play a long pass to the front, but fortunately, Ling Feng's timely defense was able not to be overtaken by the opponent.

The time for the game was running out and the likes of Thierry Henry and Anderson were back in the box at this point, after all, their physical exertion was much smaller than that of Saint-Germain, and it was more beneficial for them to drag it into extra time.

After these more people defended, the pressure on the Monaco defenders was much lighter, after all, they were the ones who had the greatest physical exertion in the whole game, and the pressure brought by the attack of Saint-Germain was not covered, fortunately, the opponent was sent off by a person, so that Ling Feng did not dare to press too much, otherwise under Ling Feng's onslaught, the Monaco defenders did not dare to guarantee that they would not make a mistake.

Ling Feng was naturally reluctant to drag the game into overtime, except for himself, Djokaeff and others in the whole team no longer had the physical strength to make a quick breakthrough, on the contrary, seeing Henry and others' rapid return to defense and fast attack, it was more solid to believe that the game could not be dragged into overtime.

Coincidentally, the Monaco players also have the same belief, so except for Ikpeba, everyone returned to their own half, desperately tackling and desperately disrupting the opponent's attack.

The Monaco crowd cheered when the fourth official raised the sign for three minutes of stoppage time, while the Saint-Germain fans, who had an overwhelming advantage in numbers, erupted in boos as they provoked the Monaco players to attack.

When the ball was destroyed by the Monaco defenders again out of the sideline, Djokaeff and Ling Feng whispered a few words, since the Monaco players did not dare to come up, let Djokaeff withdraw to the midfield to be responsible for defense, and Ling Feng pressed to the front to be responsible for attacking, to see if he could score the winning goal at the last moment.

Even if it was seen that Ling Feng and Djokaef had exchanged positions, Henry and the others still didn't dare to go up to attack, since it had been decided to drag it into extra time, then it would be better to carry it out to the end, at this time it was still Saint-Germain in possession, and there were still three minutes left in the game, no one dared to guarantee that Ling Feng would not seize the opportunity to score after they went up.

Monaco didn't even dare to give Saint-Germain a chance to take a corner kick, after all, Barthez, who was scared by Ling Feng's corner kick in the last game, had a nightmare for a week.

Loko got the ball on the side and passed it back when he saw that there was no chance, and Ling Feng didn't have a chance either, and continued to knock the ball back to Le Guin, who in turn gave the ball to Djokaf on the wing.

With less than a minute left in the game, it's up to us to score at the last minute!

The referee was constantly looking at his watch, and according to his experience, Djokaeff knew that the referee was already starting to count down, and in the past, the referee would only look at his watch so often in the last minute of the game.

"Bet!" Djokaeff gritted his teeth, he could only rely on Ling Feng at this time, if he had changed positions with Ling Feng earlier, there might still be enough time for Ling Feng to pull away the opponent's backline, even if his own backline was weaker in this case.

Ling Feng stood in front of the big penalty area, looking at Djokaeff, there were Dumas and Henry standing beside him, anyway, there was no chance, it was better to gamble.

Djokaeff gently rubbed the ball, and the ball was hoisted high and fell straight to where Ling Feng was.

Ling Feng pressed tightly against the two people behind him, firmly controlling his position, and Henry squeezed Ling Feng from the side, but he couldn't make him move a bit.

Dumas didn't dare to move, this position is basically the same as the free kick he just scored, if he squeezed up, maybe it would cause a foul, then he would become the sinner of the Monaco team.

Another reason why Dumas didn't go up was that even if Ling Feng got the ball, he didn't have enough distance for him to turn around and shoot, so he couldn't be a threat.

Djokaeff controlled the landing point for Ling Feng to stop with his chest, and this kind of pass is inevitably a little too difficult to handle, many people have already sighed when Djokaef passes, even if Ling Feng gets such a ball, he can't make the next move.

But soon, everyone realized how wrong they were.

Ling Feng looked at the ball that fell high, feeling that this situation was so familiar, but it was too late to think about it, Ling Feng stopped the ball with his chest, and the moment his chest touched the ball, Ling Feng's mind had a flash of inspiration, and he suddenly remembered a famous goal.

Surprisingly, Ling Feng did not unload the ball, but lifted the ball high, Henry, who had been squeezing him beside him, was a little stunned, could it be that Ling Feng's physical strength was already overdrawn, otherwise why couldn't he even stop this ball?

Soon, he felt a lightness around him, the object he had been squeezing was gone, and when he turned his head, he couldn't help but be scared and couldn't say anything.

Ling Feng held the ball high on his chest, his mind was blank at this time, and there was only the slowly falling ball in his eyes.

Then Ling Feng's whole body flew up, his upper body leaned back, his left foot supporting his body's balance below, and his right foot hooked fiercely against the falling ball.

Upside down gold hook!

Ling Feng's barbed right foot was slammed into the ball, Ling Feng felt that this ball was perfect, because his foot was struggling to eat very solidly, and there was no feeling of kicking crookedly.

The ball flew towards the goal in disguise under Ling Feng's barb, although the speed was fast, but because of the distance, Barthez still reacted and pounced to the side with enough strength.

However, the moment Barthez fell to the ground, he found that the ball had also reached the landing point, not on the goal line, but in the small penalty area!

Barthez had fallen completely and could no longer move, only to watch as the ball bounced in front of him before jumping over his own arm and flying into the gate.

3：2！ At the last moment of the game, Ling Feng scored a crucial goal!

The narrator couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart and shouted a super long "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!" ”

It's so beautiful, it's so beautiful!

This goal is enough to go down in the history of world football!

Ling Feng was lying on the ground, looking at the ball in the door, a smile appeared on his face, his psychological pressure on the ball just now was too great, and he only cared about the ball, forgetting to protect himself when he landed, and his waist fell a little painfully.

He couldn't be more grateful for his experience and experience, and he was reminded of the fact that in the 2000/01 season, Barcelona and Valencia were only in the final round of the game for a Champions League ticket.

Until the last minute, the score was 2-2. If the tournament ends with this scoreline, Barcelona will miss out on qualifying for next season's Champions League. At this time, Rivaldo stopped the ball with his chest in front of the penalty area, and directly hit the golden hook with his calf, and the ball flew into the net, making Barcelona successfully obtain the ticket to the Champions League, and this goal is also known as the most classic of the inverted hook shot.

How similar the condition of that goal is to the current one!

I can't think about it anymore, the excited Saint-Germain players have rushed up, excitedly pressing Ling Feng under him, even the head coach Fernandez and the substitutes have rushed into the field, the game is basically over at this time, and Saint-Germain finally overtook the score with Ling Feng's "flying fairy" goal and won the French Cup!