Fifteen minutes of the half-time break passed in this awkward atmosphere, and the second half began.

Tottenham fans suddenly found that Saint-Germain's morale had dropped instead of rising, and the hidden soul of the team had suddenly fallen into a slump, with the defense not as active as in the first half, and the attack was also inaccurate.

Tottenham were not going to miss such a good opportunity, with Sheringham, Everson and Anderton going from strength to strength, with two attacks almost knocking on the visitors' door in the opening five minutes of the second half.

Anelka in the stands was very strange: "What's wrong with Ling? Did the old man of Fernandez scold him at half-time? He had a good first half. ”

Wenger and Basten glanced at each other, they already knew the reason for Ling Feng's dumb fire, just as they were worried, the guilt in Ling Feng's heart was devouring his spirit, the current Ling Feng was completely inaccurate, the best way was to replace him immediately, so that Saint-Germain would not be dragged down by Ling Feng.

Fernandez didn't think so, but Ling Feng has now vaguely become the soul of Saint-Germain's attack, and in the first few games, he officially relied on his flash of inspiration to defeat the opponent, as long as he stays on the field, it is possible to create a miracle.

He didn't know Ling Feng's thoughts, and in his conscience, he didn't agree with Ling Feng's behavior of suppressing his opponent, but now football is about results, and it is useless to play beautifully without good results.

Fernandez glanced at Loko next to him, and secretly thought in his heart, in another five minutes, if Ling Feng was still out of shape, he would replace him with Loko.

Unfortunately, five minutes was enough to change a game, and shortly after Fernandes' decision, Tottenham were awarded a free-kick from the left side of the box.

Anderton did not hit the goal directly but chose to pass the ball in the air, Campbell, who is 188cm tall, forcibly squeezed away the soulless Ling Feng, jumped high and pushed the ball directly into the upper left corner of the goal, Rama had nothing to do with this close-range header.

2：1！ Tottenham took the lead again, and it was centre-back Campbell who was suppressed by Ling Feng in the first half who scored the goal.

After the goal, Campbell looked at Ling Feng who fell to the ground suspiciously, in the first half of the confrontation, the opponent was not so vulnerable, although he was still young, but his body and explosiveness gave him more pressure than the average striker, the previous opponent may only be Manchester United's king Cantona will give him such pressure, but now why suddenly?

Ling Feng fell to the ground and didn't get up for a long time, and his teammates panicked, thinking that he had been injured in the impact just now, so they immediately gathered in a group and hurriedly called the team doctor to come up.

Fernandez kicked the mineral water bottle in front of him, and he regretted it! Ling Feng should have been replaced earlier, but now the opponent seized the opportunity to score a goal, and the score fell behind again, which made him very depressed.

Ling Feng has been groggy in his head since he was squeezed out of the way by Campbell, the final result of the confrontation between the Bull Demon King and Migale is the crash of Ling Feng's brain, Campbell's goal, the noise of his teammates until he was carried down by the team doctor, he didn't feel it at all, there was only one voice in his head: "What am I fighting for?" ”

Fernandez looked at the proud disciple who was carried down, and regretted it very much, although he was distressed by the goal, but he was fighting away, and Ling Feng had already scored an away goal, even if he lost a goal, it was nothing, he regretted that he did not comfort Ling Feng in time, and only thought about the club's results.

"Let's change people." Fernandez muttered a few words to the fourth official, and taking advantage of the opportunity of the midfield goal, Ling Feng was replaced and replaced with the top scorer in Ligue 1 last season - French international Loko.

Anelka was anxious to run to the lounge to see Ling Feng, but Wenger grabbed him: "It's useless for you to go now, this is not Paris, and it is impossible for the doorman to let you in!" ”

"But, but Ling has never been like this, he is very abnormal coach, and now he needs friends!" Anelka was about to cry.

"You can't go over, Nicholas, I know Ling is your best friend, but you can't help him at this time, you have no idea what's going on." Arsene Wenger's words were more serious than ever.

"I'd better go." Basten stood up, "Anyway, I'm here to find him this time, and it's better to do this now, which shows that Ling is still very conflicted in his heart." ”

Anelka looked at Basten and asked suspiciously, "But Mr. Basten, how do you get in?" ”

Arsene Wenger smiled: "The goalkeeper can stop the chairman of Tottenham, but he will definitely not stop this myth in football history, you can rest assured." ”

Basten smiled and walked through the crowd.

Anelka watched him walk through the crowd to the side of the lounge, where two guards came up to stop him, but when he took off his hat, the two guards immediately stood aside respectfully and watched Basten enter.

"That's cool!" Anelka's eyes looked at Basten's back with three more points of adoration.

"Nicholas," Wenger patted his head and said lovingly, "If you want to be a respectable player like Marco, you need not only outstanding skills, on the contrary, that thing is not the first place, the first place should be the king of the field." ”

"The royal road?" Anelka asked, puzzled.

"Yes, royal road. A way to play with a clear conscience, always fight with the opponent with strength, never lose, and use your own strength to defeat the opponent.

"Winning on the football field is important, but to really do it, you can be considered a world-class star, and you have to remember that you can only be a first-class star at best if you play tricks and those short-tempered players, but you can never reach the top."

"Did Mr. Basten lose?"

"Yes, but I think he should be very convinced, victory will never belong to one person, there are losses and wins to show the charm of football."

"And who did he lose to?"

"Danish goalkeeper - Schmeichel."

Ling Feng lay motionless in the lounge, the team doctor was kicked out by him, he just wanted to calm down and think about how he should find his own way.

"You don't seem to be in good shape today, Chinese boy."

Ling Feng frowned, he had definitely never heard this voice, but why did he go to the lounge? He opened his eyes and couldn't help but gasp: "Basten? ”

"Would you like to talk to me? What kind of trouble do you seem to have? ”

"You know everything?" Ling Feng's voice looked tired now.

"Let's just say that I've been noticing you since you debuted, who made everyone call you 'Little Basten'?"

"I don't deserve this title!" Ling Feng lowered his head: "I know what you mean by looking for me, but it's a pity that I've lost my way. ”

"It doesn't matter," Basten's tone reveals a strong affinity: "We can get back little by little, first of all, why do you play?" ”

"Heh, at first, it should have been love, but later the burden on my shoulders became heavier and heavier, and now the purpose is for the country."

"Very good, so the second question, how do you feel about your strength?"

"It's okay," Ling Feng looked at Basten's playful eyes and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, I admit that my skills are better, isn't it okay?" You foreigners are like that, you don't know what modesty is. ”

"By the way, smile, it will be much more relaxed. Now for the third question, what do you think of the opposing team's two French small forwards against Monaco? ”

"Henry and Trezeguet?" Ling Feng thought with a smile, the main topic came, but he kicked the ball back: "What do you think of the two of them?" ”

"Hehe, I know that you have a kind of kung fu called Tai Chi in China, just like you are now." Basten laughed slyly, which made Ling Feng very depressed, could it be that such a righteous gentleman on the court also had so many flowery intestines in his stomach?

"Okay, okay, I'll admit defeat," Ling Feng had no choice but to raise his hand in surrender, "I know you can see it, I think the two of them, together with my former teammate Anelka, will form the golden front line of the French team." ”

"So you're bullying them, aren't you? Make them fear you? God, the way of thinking of the Chinese is really strange. Do you do the same with Campbell today? But why did the second half end? ”

"Basten, you are also strange, since you Europeans like to go straight, why bother to learn our Chinese style around in circles, everyone is smart, just pick out the explanation."

"Alright then, I'll get straight to the point." Basten paused: "You have lost yourself, you have lost the spirit of trying to knock down your opponent on the court, and now you are doing everything possible to fight your future opponent, do you think it makes sense?" ”

"I'm having a headache with this." Ling Feng admitted it very frankly.

"Now it's recognized that there are two champions, one is Pele and the other is Maradona, who do you prefer?"

"Of course it's Diego, Uncle Pele is a hero of his time, and if it were modern football, he wouldn't have achieved this."

"Hehe, it seems that your heart is as evil as Maradona!"

"Evil?" Ling Feng frowned, "Marko, your words are too serious. ”

"No, no, evil doesn't have to be a derogatory term. Pele and Maradona represent two examples of extreme success in football, one that is always upright and bright, and completely wins the respect of opponents with its own strength; A player with great skills but no informality, who can win by any means. It seems that your soul is more inclined towards Maradona. ”

"I don't mind being a great player like Maradona." Ling Feng still couldn't figure out Basten's intentions, this kind of detour made his head a little messy.

"Yes, I admit Diego's greatness in the history of football, but he has never suppressed any of the rising stars, and such a player should be looking forward to an opponent rather than strangling it in the cradle."

Ling Feng was stunned, but Basten continued: "Fake falls, cheating, and court violence are all things that a great player should not do, because if you are addicted to trickery in your heart, then you will deviate further and further from the royal road on the court, and you yourself will always fall into the lower echelons, and you will never be able to become a great player." ”

"Great player?" Ling Feng fell into thinking, since his rebirth his purpose is for football, for the revitalization of Chinese football, but his own path has always been in the groping, no one pointed out the way forward for himself, since he came into contact with the tricks on the field, he has become more and more confused by the tricks, the past life and this life for this area of experience accumulated too little, which led to the conflict between his conscience and the tricks, and he became more and more confused.

"Did you think of anything?" Basten chuckled, the teenager was not irretrievable.

"Marko, I want to ask you, after you were tackled by that clumsy defender, do you still believe in the kings of the pitch?"

Basten was stunned, there are always some unreasonable people on the court, they don't matter how famous and respected you are, in the idea of victory first, those people are unscrupulous.

Basten didn't know, it was because of his momentary hesitation that the Bull Demon King in Ling Feng's mind had the upper hand again, at this time Ling Feng had already thought clearly, he stood up, and smiled happily, as if a flower had grown on Basten's face.

Basten was inexplicably laughed at by him, so he had to ask, "What are you laughing at?" Have you figured it out? ”

Ling Feng laughed insolently for a while, as if he was venting, and then said: "Marko, thank you so much, I figured it out, I really figured it out, you're right, the trickery on the court is never as good as the royal way, but on some special occasions, for some special people, I can take special measures to sanction them, right?" ”

Basten was stunned, what is this? Is it a product between the royal way and the sophistication?

"Maradona eliminated England with the hand of God, and everyone in the world regards him as a hero except for the British," Ling Feng said with a straight face: "Although I admire Uncle Bailey's fairness and integrity, I prefer Diego's informality, Marco, thank you for showing me the way, from now on, I will defeat every opponent openly, but for some special situations, I will still solve them in my own unique way." ”

Basten was speechless, and he couldn't tell now whether the boy in front of him would become an angel or a demon, maybe a combination of both.

"Thank you, Marco" Ling Feng bowed: "I deeply admire your performance on the football field, but for a Chinese like me, the so-called angel demon theory cannot affect me, I am me, I am Ling Feng!" ”

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