Wenger smiled and said to the man who was dressed like him: "Did you also come to see that Chinese boy?" Marco Basten? ”

Anelka's eyes widened, he didn't expect to see his idol here, the talented Dutch shooter, the legend who had to retire due to injury, Marco Basten, one of the "Dutch Three Musketeers".

Basten pulled up his hat, looked up at the person in front of him, smiled, and showed a mouthful of snow-white teeth: "It's you, Wenger, how do you recognize me?" ”

Arsene Wenger sat down next to him: "Don't forget I'm a coach and I can sniff out good players. Also, don't be so loud, it's nothing that you're recognized by other people, it's just a big deal to cause a sensation, and if I am recognized, I guess you'll have to go to the hospital to see me. Although there was not much in the VIP seats. ”

Basten smiled again and did not speak, he also knew the violence of the English football hooligans, and Wenger's words were not an exaggeration.

"This Chinese boy is called Little Basten, and it is said that Terra is afraid that Tony has developed a strong interest in him and wants him to go back to take over your class."

"Little Basten?" Basten smiled bitterly, "Do you want him to leave the football field early like me?" ”

Wenger sighed: "Marco, can I call you that?" There's no way around it, your junior at AC Milan, Roberto Baggio is just like you now, only he's more stubborn than you. ”

"Robbie?" Basten's face flushed with sadness, "Yes, but he is destined to be the same as me, and now he is just playing football with one leg." ”

"He and you are destined to be tragic heroes in football, the same genius, the same injuries, the same missed crucial penalties, Marko, do you think this Chinese boy will follow in your footsteps?"

"I don't know, if he had this awareness, he would have learned to protect himself."

"You're going to talk to him?"

"Why not? As an elder, I don't want such a talented star to be like me and Robbie. The game is on, let's see how he performs. ”

It didn't take long for Basten to realize that his fears were really ...... Too much redundancy!

In the face of the opponent's ferocious scramble, Ling Feng was like a cat, and he immediately dodged if he had a big move, and he who had a smaller action and a better foul position to catch up and cheat the free kick, and it had already been twice......

It's just a little bit of bad luck, a ball a little higher and a ball hit the crossbar.

Basten and Arsene Wenger looked at each other, is this still a fifteen-year-old kid who has just debuted? Better than their old foxes!

Arsene Wenger's heart hurts! He knew Ling Feng's value, but he also knew that Ling Feng's transfer fee was something that his boss would not take out, and the 4 million purchase of Anelka had already made the old fox feel distressed for three days, if he spent 10 million to buy out Ling Feng, it was estimated that the old man would be able to tear himself down.

The clash between Saint-Germain and Tottenham Hotspur was a for the tapp, with the trident of Raj, Mboma and Djokaef being ferocious, but fortunately the young Campbell was in danger and dealt with dangerous attacks again and again.

Wenger's eyes lit up, Basten pursed his lips and chuckled, he knew that Wenger had a crush on the young centre-back, but it was not easy to get the Tottenham player to transfer to the arch-rival Arsenal.

Ling Feng continued to play the role of his free man, stirring up a miasma in the opponent's defense, and from time to time he came with a long shot or two, which was enough to make Walker scramble.

However, Tottenham's attack is not covered, and the typical long pass rush of the British team makes Ling Feng unable to run all over the field like when he plays against the French team, and can only strengthen the attack and occasionally return to the defense to save the ball.

Sheringham, Everson and Anderton's attacks were also very sharp, and several attacks also scared Rama into a cold sweat, and the two sides did not score, and they just lacked some luck.

The first goal of the game was born in the 30th minute of the first half, Mboma was cut off when he dribbled the ball, Tottenham immediately launched a fast attack, Anderton won the ball in the front court and lightly buckled, flashed the close pressing Domi, quickly rushed to the side and crossed the bottom, Sheringham in the middle jumped up and fought for the top in the pressure of two defenders, at this time the British header advantage overshadowed the French, Sheringham got the ball as he wished, the ball flew down a beautiful arc to the dead corner, Rama did not react to this goal.

1：0！ The Englishman's long ball overwhelmed the Frenchman's delicate link-up and Tottenham took the home lead.

Ling Feng looked at the ball in the door in frustration, for the first time he felt the insignificance of a person's strength, the opponent's strict defense against him made him unable to let go of his hands and feet, and the British's long pass and hanging made his defensive ability unable to play, for all this, he had a feeling of powerlessness for the first time.

"It seems that Ligue 1 can't fully train itself yet." Ling Feng sighed.

Arsene Wenger, who was in the stands, smiled and said to Basten: "The Premier League is the fastest league in attack and defense among the five major leagues, and that Chinese boy has not yet adapted to such a rhythm of the game. ”

Basten nodded in agreement: "The level of Ligue 1 is relatively low, and some small actions in the Premier League can become fatal flaws. ”

Arsene Wenger said: "This boy won't be so easily defeated, guess what he will do?" ”

Basten avoided talking about it, and just changed the subject: "Have you watched the video of his match against Monaco?" ”

"I haven't seen it, what's wrong?"

"I suggest you go back and look for it, you can tell."

Wenger didn't understand, and Basten didn't say it, but looking at Ling Feng's actions on the field, Wenger somewhat understood what Basten meant.

Ling Feng began to provoke Campbell purposefully!

As long as Ling Feng encounters Campbell while in possession of the ball, no matter how good his teammates' chances are, he will never pass the ball.

Although Campbell is also considered to be tall, he still suffers from encountering a technical striker like Ling Feng, because Ling Feng's movements are too fast, if Campbell can still compete with him in positional warfare, then he will be turned around by Ling Feng when he is fast attacking.

However, fortunately, the other teammates returned in time, and Saint-Germain was unable to equalize for the time being.

Wenger and Basten glanced at each other, and they both understood what the other party meant, if this continued, Campbell would definitely not be able to bear to foul Ling Feng, and then Tottenham would be in real danger.

Their worries were definitely not superfluous, Campbell, who had been played by Ling Feng, was now at the extreme of his frenzy, and sure enough, after Ling Feng broke through in front of him again, Campbell stretched out his foot very uncalmly and tripped Ling Feng.

The referee unceremoniously pulled out a yellow card and awarded a very dangerous free kick in front of the penalty area.

Ling Feng winked at Campbell, and the angry Campbell almost pounced on him, but fortunately he was tightly held by Sheringham and said softly in his ear: "He's provoking you, don't be fooled!" ”

Now that Sheringham had stepped forward and Ling Feng had given up his provocative behavior, he knew that in the face of the rich experience of the big brother of the England team, his little trick would not succeed.

Tottenham have a five-man wall and it seems that they are still very afraid of such free-kicks.

Ling Feng, Djokaeff and Rai stood in front of the ball, Djokaeff stood on the left, Ling Feng on the right and Rai stood in the middle, and for a while the "meat shields" speculated who would take this free kick.

Sheringham in the meat shield said in a low voice: "Since they are standing with so many people, then the first free throw must be a feint, everyone don't move, wait for the action of the two people behind." ”

The referee looked at the position of the human wall and the ball, blew the whistle for kick-off, Ling Feng was the first to run, and the eyes of the "meat shields" immediately focused on Rai and Djokaeff who were about to move behind him.

But things were beyond their expectations, Ling Feng's left foot was a beautiful arc flying over the head of the meat shield, when Ling Feng touched the ball, Sheringham immediately felt that he had misjudged, but unfortunately it was too late at this time, the ball drew a beautiful arc and flew to the upper right corner of the goal against his scalp, and Walker only made a head turn.

1:1 Draw! A few minutes before the end of the first half, Saint-Germain equalized the score with a free kick from Ling Feng!

Looking at Ling Feng, who was surrounded by his teammates in the field to celebrate, Wenger sighed: "What a terrible player, not only gave the opponent a fatal blow, but also made the defender eat a yellow card." ”

'More importantly,' added Basten, 'it had a big impact on the defender, but luckily it's going to be half-time and it's up to the coach to make adjustments. ”

The first half of the game was over quickly, and Fernandes was in a position that jumped non-stop, because according to the situation on the field, in five minutes at most, Saint-Germain could have knocked on the opponent's door again, but at half-time the opponent will definitely adjust their mentality again, and it will be very difficult to dominate at that time.

Ling Feng watched Campbell walk into the lounge angrily, and for no reason remembered his guilt for Henry and Trezeguet before the game, "Is this how you suppressed the future stars one by one?" ”

Rai walked up to Ling Feng, who was in a trance, and patted him on the shoulder: "Ling, what's the matter, let's go to the lounge, the coach still has to arrange the tactics for the second half." ”

Ling Feng hesitantly walked into the lounge, the moment he looked at Campbell just now, Ling Feng suddenly remembered a lot of things, he remembered that he was bullied when he was young, he practiced hard when he grew up, and finally won the final at the World Youth Championships with his real strength, and finally lost at the feet of Argentina......

At that time, the goal was what really made me happy, unlike now, when scoring goals was purely just a purpose, and now I don't seem to be able to find passion.

Confused, he walked into the lounge, ignoring Fernandez's compliment, Ling Feng's mind was in a mess, without the victory of the opponent, could it still be considered a victory?

The Bull Demon King and Migal fought again, but this time, it seemed that Migal had the upper hand......

Fernandez was spitting his saliva on the tactics of the second half, and Ling Feng suddenly stood up and said, "Coach, I want to be in the front half in the second half." ”

The lounge suddenly became very quiet, and Fernandez asked suspiciously, "Ling, what's wrong with you?" Wouldn't it be nice for you to be a free man? We need your defense. ”

"I'll continue to defend," Ling Feng raised his head, even though he didn't know if his decision was right or wrong, "Maybe my defense is weaker than usual, but I want to put all my strength into attacking, and I want to defeat my opponent openly." ”

"Ling! Don't mess around, this is a game, and defeating your opponent is the ultimate goal! You've been doing a good job, and I hope you can continue like this, so that you can put more psychological pressure on the other person. ”

Djokaeff and Rai showed disapproving looks, Ling Feng's psychology is very clear to these old fritters on the court, for a fifteen-year-old genius boy, who has been suppressing opponents on the field, although it seems that he has won again and again for the team for the time being, it will be harmful to him in the future.

Mu Boma was closest to Ling Feng, pulled Ling Feng down, and whispered, "Ling, listen to the coach's arrangement." ”

Ling Feng sat down calmly, Fernandez's words made him very uncomfortable, the disadvantage of the Bull Demon King was somewhat reversed, but Migal still had the upper hand, his mind was very confused, and the coach didn't hear what he said next.

The current Ling Feng had lost his way.

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