The night before the game, Ling Feng tossed and turned in bed and couldn't sleep, not because he was nervous, but because he suddenly remembered the two of them.

Thierry Henry and David Trezeguet.

Looking at Anelka, Ling Feng sighed helplessly, these two people will form a golden partner on the French front line in the future, and they are Anelka's biggest opponent!

A tempting thought suddenly flashed through my mind, and I scrapped them before they were ready! What a seductive idea!

But Ling Feng quickly slapped himself, this was too despicable!

Anelka was woken up by Ling Feng's slap, and asked in surprise, "Ling, why are you beating yourself?" ”

"Oh, there are mosquitoes in Monaco."

"Mosquitoes? ……”

The next morning, Ling Feng ran to find Fernandez early and dragged him up while he was still asleep.

Fernandez resisted the urge to strangle the beloved, didn't he know that disturbing someone's sleep was a very immoral thing?

"Coach, in the evening game, I want to play a free man."

"Ling, are you crazy? Why do you want to fight free people, don't you think you are not fit to cooperate with the killer? Fernandez's eyes widened, everyone else is desperately trying to move the position forward, this kid is good, he applied to run back to defend?

"No, coach, you believe me, Monaco is a strong team, they have big stars such as Shifo, Anderson, and Ikpeba, and our defense can't withstand the attack of the three of them, so I withdrew to block them."

"That's a solution, but Ling, you have to know that if you defend with all your might, then our offense will be reduced."

'Don't worry about that, you can put Yuri [Djokaeau] up front and Nicolas for Rai in the second half, so we have a lot of hope of getting the three points."

"Are you sure? Is it okay for Nicholas? ”

"Trust me, coach, I'm sure we'll win, and it's time for Nicholas to say hello to his future teammates and opponents." Ling Feng smiled weirdly, and Fernandez was shivering all over his body, and hurriedly ran away.

Finally, at 7 p.m. Paris time, the game was about to begin.

Ling Feng stood up and squinted at his opponent, not seeing Henry and Trezeguet, "Hehe, these two boys are still sitting on the bench now, I have to force them to play and have a good fight with me." ”

The referee blew the whistle for the start of the game and Nigerian star Ikpeba passed the ball to Sonny Anderson, who knocked it directly to Belgian Shifo, who made a skilful combination from the start.

"It's time to be a newcomer!" Ling Feng shouted in his heart, but his body had already moved in front of Anderson.

The Brazilians didn't take Ling Feng's little kid in their eyes at all, they just wanted to break through.

But when he started, he saw a strange scene, the Asian boy who should have been far behind him and his distance did not change at all, and the Brazilian sensual brain did not think of Newton's relative stillness at the first moment, but almost shouted: "Ghost! ”

Taking advantage of the moment when Anderson was distracted, Ling Feng gently and skillfully stretched out his foot to hook the ball over, turned around Anderson, and began to attack.

"Compete with me, aren't you looking for your own death?" It was the last thing Anderson heard, and when he looked back, the arrogant Asian lad had just gotten rid of Shifu and passed the ball to Djokaeff and ran forward on his own.

Anderson's words didn't anger him, as an experienced veteran on the court, he knew that his opponent was provoking his anger, and he smiled at the back of the No. 46: "Maybe you're fast, but I'll see how long you can run." ”

Ling Feng didn't enter the penalty area, which was the world of strikers, and he hid on the edge of the penalty area, waiting for the opportunity that might arise at any time.

Djokaeff distributed the ball to Rai on the side, and the Brazilian with delicate footwork immediately started his samba dance, in Ling Feng's funny gaze, Rai's ass shook left and right past a defender's cross, and in the penalty area, Mboma grinned and rushed up with a head hammer, but unfortunately he seemed to be blinded by something, and did not aim at the position, and the ball fell lightly into the hands of another bald head.

"Damn it!" Mboma kicked the turf and complained to Rai: "That bald head is too dazzling! I'm going to protest to the referee! ”

Rai glanced at Mboma's sleek head, shrugged his shoulders, and muttered, "Your own is not bad, why didn't you see him being brilliant by you?" ”

Ling Feng couldn't help but want to laugh when he heard the dialogue between the two: "Bald head to bald head, it's really interesting." Wait a minute! Bareheaded? Could it be ......?"

Ling Feng glanced at the other party's bald goalkeeper, I'll torture! There are many bald superstars on the football field, but there is only one of the most dazzling goalkeepers in the past decade, and it is really him...... The future international of the French team - Barthez!

"That's interesting!" Ling Feng glanced back at the long-haired goalkeeper Rama of his team: "This game is not only an early decisive battle for France's future strikers, but also a battle for the goalkeepers of the French national team!" ”

Barthez drove the ball into midfield with a big left-footed foot, and the Belgian star Sifo grabbed the first spot to pass to Ikpeba, and the Nigerian immediately began to show off his footwork.

However, the African's physical flexibility is still very good, and Ikepeba easily passed the two defenders who came up to rush and passed the ball to Anderson, and at this time, Ling Feng had retreated to the midfield, stuck the Brazilian's offensive line.

Anderson originally planned to make a two-on-two cooperation with Ikpeba, but seeing that Ling Feng immediately rejected the idea, he wanted to teach this arrogant Asian kid a good lesson.

The Brazilian's skills are good, but Ling Feng doesn't pay attention to it, you Anderson is not Ronaldo, come out and throw someone, see the rhythm of his feet, Ling Feng stretched out his foot and pulled the ball back at Anderson's feet and then adjusted it gently, the ball jumped from Anderson's feet, Ling Feng immediately accelerated, and once again transformed Anderson's attack into his own attack. Before leaving, he didn't forget to say again: "Compare technology with me, aren't you still looking for death?" ”

Anderson, that's so hot! Forget it the first time, twice in a row said that he was looking for death, and the clay man still has three points of fire!

Ling Feng felt the wind behind him, and knew that Anderson rushed up, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, this guy is really easy to get angry!

Knowing that the opponent was going to foul him, Ling Feng desperately accelerated and rushed forward, and the foul couldn't be fouled in the team's half, there was no threat at all. When rushing to a distance of less than 40 meters from the opponent's goal, Ling Feng deliberately slowed down and waited for Anderson to sneak attack from behind.

Anderson was originally on fire, but he couldn't catch up with Ling Feng, but now seeing that kid had slowed down, he didn't hesitate to go up with a flying shovel!

When the sole of his shoe was about to touch the calf of the Asian boy, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, the boy flew out by himself, but he obviously didn't kick him, and was hesitating, when the senior of his national team, Raj, rushed up, grabbed him from the ground, and shouted in Portuguese: "You scumbag!" Are you still a soccer player? Such a despicable means against a teenager! I will accuse you of your crimes to the domestic media, you wait! Brazil doesn't have a garbage player like you! ”

Anderson's brain was a little short-circuited at this time, and he was still wondering why he didn't kick the other party just now and the other party flew up, fortunately, there are no martial arts novels in Brazil, otherwise he would definitely suspect that he had inadvertently cultivated some magic skills, and if he thought about it like this, he would probably go crazy......

Ling Feng innocently fell to the ground holding his calves and screamed over and over, his voice was so terrible! It was enough to silence the boos of the fans in the Stadium Louis II.

For such a malicious foul, the referee has every reason to show a red card, but after all, this is the home of the Monaco team, and the referee hesitated for a moment, but only took out a yellow card.

Poor Anderson was still thinking about that until the referee pulled out the yellow card, reacting, roaring loudly: "I didn't kick him, he fell himself!" He's a liar! ”

The referee ignored him and awarded a 36-metre direct free-kick facing the goal.

Ling Feng was helped up by his teammates and limped a few steps, signaling that he was fine. Funny! If you want to pretend, you have to be professional, like those players who fake falls, and when they fall, they pretend to be like them, but after the referee makes a penalty, they jump up vigorously, and the IQ problem is ......

The Monaco team has a wall of three people, and for a free kick so far away, there is generally no need to worry about scoring it directly.

Standing 10 metres behind the ball, Djokaeff stood next to the ball, and it looked like Djokaeff, the No. 1 free-kick player in the Saint-Germain team, had taken the free-kick.

Djokaeff ran a few steps, raised his foot to shoot, and the three human flesh baffles immediately jumped up to block, but when they jumped to the highest point, they were surprised to find that Djokaef had run away, and the Asian behind him rushed to the ball with a small broken step, and a powerful volley with the outside of his left foot!

Uncanny! The atmosphere of the stadium is very eerie!

Everyone looked at the ball in the net dumbfounded, time seemed to stand still, Ling Feng thought with annoyance: "The psychological quality of the French is not much better than that of the Chinese, and they are scared for a long time and can't speak." ”

Can't blame Ling Feng, at the Four Nations Invitational Tournament held in France in 97, Robert Carlos became famous with such a free kick that blasted open the door also guarded by bald goalkeeper Barthez.

After the game, someone said in the form of a goalkeeper: "When he kicked the ball I saw that the ball flew towards the corner flag, but a second later it got into my arms?" ”

Ling Feng's free kick was exactly the same as Carlos's "later" penalty, the same amazing "S" arc, and Barthez, who also hit it, did not react.

Djokaeff, who was closest to Ling Feng, was the first to react, howling and pressing Ling Feng to the ground, and the others woke up one after another, and the players of Saint-Germain pounced one after another, Ling Feng was pressed down by nearly ten people, breathless in pain, and couldn't stop complaining in his heart: "Crush me!" So many pigs! Why don't you Rama stay at the door and run up! And Nicholas! Go back to the bench and sit down! ”

The Monaco fans did not boo unexpectedly, they were all stupid by this goal, the video of the goal just now was repeated on the big screen, from the kick to the goal, in slow motion from all angles, the audience finally saw clearly, the original direction of the ball was to the corner point on the right, in front of the big penalty area, turned and flew to the position where Barthez was standing, and suddenly turned again on the line of the small penalty area and bypassed Barthez and flew into the gate!

"S" shaped arc! It's an authentic "S" arc!