"One, two, three!" The bandages on Ling Feng's legs tightened as Li Jinyu and Su Maozhen shouted, while Ling Feng was still shouting, "Go on!" Not tight enough! Pull hard! There can be no gaps, so that the blood cannot circulate! ”

The team members and team doctor next to him couldn't stand it anymore, and they turned their heads one by one, and Li Jinyu shouted in a crying voice: "Is it okay now?" ”

"It's fine." Ling Feng barely stretched out his feet: "If we win this game, Da Yu, you and Lao Mao (Su Maozhen) will take the first credit." ”

On the side, the bench of the French team was also watching Ling Feng, especially Anelka, who was substituted, he had the best relationship with Ling Feng, and wanted to run over to persuade Ling Feng a few words, but was stopped by Yakai.

Putting on shin guards and socks, Ling Feng finally stood up and returned to the sidelines.

The action drew earth-shattering applause at the Stade de France, with fans on both sides, including non-Parisian French fans, standing up to applaud Ling Feng.

"It seems that it will be difficult to convince you, in the last fifteen minutes, let's have a gorgeous battle!" Zidane looked at Ling Feng who ran onto the field, and said silently in his heart.

Ling Feng's re-entry undoubtedly greatly boosted the morale of the Chinese players, and at the same time it was also a blow to the French, the Chinese team was like a rainbow for a while, and several defensive players did not dare to do too much hurtful action to Ling Feng under the boos of their own fans just now.

Now the two sides are completely in a pure strength game!

Ling Feng now dares to break through with the ball, and the familiar Ling Feng who has traveled thousands of miles and ridden alone is back again!

Zinedine Zidane, Petit, Didier Deschamps, Desailly!

Ling Feng broke through the defense of four players in a row with the ball in midfield, Blanco fouled Ling Feng without a way, and the Chinese team got a good chance for a free kick in front of the penalty area.

Although this foul was not serious, it could even be said to be a complete tactical foul, the purpose was just to block the momentum of Ling Feng's breakthrough.

But Ling Feng, who fell to the ground, had a considerable amount of effort to get up.

"You're alright!" Deschamps couldn't help but ask, in exchange for a wry smile from Ling Feng.

Ling Feng must have something!

"Ling looks like this, is it okay?" Maradona asked Wang Bo, the team doctor on the side.

"How can it be okay?" Wang Bo smiled bitterly: "He is too strong, I guarantee that he has no sensation in his right leg now, and he can't feel anything in the strenuous exercise, but after the game, he will lie in bed for at least three months." ”

"What do you think the outcome of this game will be?" Maradona smiled and said to Qi Wusheng: "The second leader of our coaching staff. ”

Ling Feng gritted his teeth and stood in front of the ball, a free kick in this position was almost a must according to his usual state.

But now, the pressure and the numbness of his right leg make it difficult for him to feel confident that he can score the ball.

The referee's whistle blew, and Ling Feng started running, and he took the Bei-style full moon scimitar.

The ball hit the wall and popped up, and Ling Feng fell to the ground again!

Comrade Xiaobei's free throw method is very damaging to the rotation of the foot, Ling Feng barely used it now, and suddenly the injured right foot hurt again!

"Ling! Let's go! Djokaf was sweating in a hurry and shouted at Ling Feng.

"I think I should beat you down!" Zidane also said coldly.

"Less nonsense, the game is still on!" Ling Feng barely got up, but as soon as his body shook, Djokafu next to him hurriedly supported him.

"Don't be too pushy!" Zidane yelled at Ling Feng, causing the referee to look this way, and he thought that there was some conflict between the players.

"I'm going to score right away, you see." A smile appeared on Ling Feng's face, and he staggered back to the midfield.

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Qi Wusheng didn't expect Maradona to suddenly talk to him, coupled with the strange emphasis and the action of grabbing the water just now, the sweat on the second master's body remained.

"Probably, probably won."

"Unlikely," Lao Ma said with a smile, as if he was not the head coach of the Chinese national team: "Ling's physical strength is close to exhaustion, and his injury is the biggest obstacle to his performance, we are much worse than France, if Ling can't score, then we have no way at all." ”

"Maybe, maybe." The second dang wiped the sweat with his hands and replied absentmindedly.

"By the way, I have something I want to ask you." Lao Ma suddenly turned around: "What are the odds on the periphery of this game?" ”

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The Chinese team is still attacking, and in the absence of a striker, the French team was pressed back to their own half by China's desperate momentum, and even if there is any hole in the Chinese team's current backline, the French team does not dare to press it on a big scale.

After all, the most important thing is to keep the result of the victory, and to lose the victory in hand in order to score an extra goal is something that many people cannot accept.

In terms of strength, whether it is Yue Lingxiang or Liu Dong, who shined in this year's World Cup, it is still a grade worse than the top defensive players who let go, not to mention that it is really difficult to do much under the pinch defense of five defenders and two backs.

Ling Feng was also very well guarded by the other party, there were not too many good opportunities at all, the two sides fell into a stalemate for a while, and the time of the game was passing by in the slightest.

The biggest problem that Ling Feng is facing now is that he can't shoot from a distance, because of the injury on his foot, he doesn't dare to exert his strength at all, and even in the breakthrough, he has to take into account that the injury will not expand and try to avoid direct physical contact with the opposing player.

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"You don't know?" Lao Ma had a playful smile on his face: "It seems to be about the same, the French team is slightly higher than China, but it is not much higher, so even if France wins this game, and if France really wins, it won't make much money." ”

The old man can only play hard now, he doesn't know what Maradona means by making a hard detour.

"I know that you must have opinions and pimples in your heart about me becoming the head coach of the Chinese national team at the last moment." Before Qi Wusheng could deny it, Lao Ma continued: "In that Asian Cup, your contribution to the Chinese team was really not small, and I also understand that if you hadn't faced Ling Feng in time at that time, he would not have been so easy to unify the national team. ”

"You Chinese speak very reservedly, I am not Chinese, so to put it bluntly, you don't mind, your coaching level is the top in China, but on the stage of the World Cup is not enough, Ling means that I want you to accumulate more experience in the competition, as for the 02 World Cup, I can no longer lead the Chinese team, at that time China's goal is to win the championship, naturally can not put such a big honor on a foreigner, if you improve more in the next four years, I think Ling would love you to take over the position of head coach. ”

Lao Qi didn't even dare to say it, but he was playing drums up and down in his heart, and the game was so fierce that Lao Ma didn't care, but he talked to himself about these things and didn't know what it meant.

"My weight loss doctor is Chinese," Lao Ma said with a smile: "I also have some understanding of Chinese culture, after all, to be a good head coach of a country, you must have an understanding of the country's Beijing." I know that you have a good face and reputation in China, but of course, who in the world doesn't want to have a good reputation? As a coach who led the team to the World Cup for the first time, if he won a good ranking again, it would be really, uh, in your Chinese words, it would be called the glory of the ancestors! ”

Lao Ma's Chinese knowledge is still quite good, at least our second master is now stunned by him, and at this time, the neat "wind" sound of the fans on the sidelines made both of them pay attention to the court.

Ling Feng began to break through!

After he made a one-two-one with Liu Dong in the midfield and flashed Petit, Ling Feng rushed forward at full speed.

This was Ling Feng's most terrifying state, and when he ran with all his strength and the ball was in front of him, Ling Feng's threat would be unmatched - but now that he was injured, how much of that threat could be left?

It can only be said that it is still very large.

Ligarazu felt that the speed he was proud of was not worth mentioning in front of the other party, especially since the other party was still an injured player, but he had never been able to catch up with Ling Feng, which really made him very angry.

Although Ligarazu was dragged and pulled, his strength was really pitiful compared to Ling Feng, Ling Feng's body didn't even shake, and rushed straight towards the opponent's goal.

Blanco and Leboeuf couldn't help but block Ling Feng's way at the same time, and couldn't help but say to themselves in their hearts: "He's just a person who is injured, and he can't pose any threat." ”

But the two of them were wrong, Ling Feng was not only a threat, but also a big threat!

Yang Chen and Hao Haidong helped Ling Feng open the gap in front, and at the same time attracted the opponent's defenders - at this time, the French team valued other people even more than Ling Feng, because they were not injured, Ling Feng only needed to seize the opportunity to pass the ball - although he was injured, the pass was not much of an obstacle.

If such an opportunity had arisen, the victory that France had won would have been gone.

But Ling Feng didn't choose to pass the ball, the position of his teammates was not very good, just now he also tried to split the side or something, but the effect was not good, the strength of the other players of the Chinese team was much worse than the other party, whether it was a high-altitude ball or a ground ball.

At this time, you can only choose to break through by yourself.

Tricks such as flicking the tail of the ox naturally couldn't be used, because that kind of damage to the feet was not something that Ling Feng's current physical condition could bear.

However, the simpler the way to control the ball, the easier it is to succeed - I don't know who said it.

Blanco was dodged by Ling Feng's emergency stop, although this emergency smash made Ling Feng's right leg injury a sharp pain, but he survived, and flicked the ball forward with his left foot, Ling Feng rushed into the French team's penalty area!

At this time, if Ling Feng was in his prime, he might be able to break through Barthez's gate with a stab shot with his left foot - even if there was a Desailly in front of him, Ling Feng was confident that he would be able to poke the ball through.

But now Ling Feng couldn't do it, he tried his best to stretch his foot over, but only slightly touched the edge of the ball.

That is, there is no hope for this ball.

But at this time, a miracle happened!

Maybe he was too jealous of Ling Feng, maybe he was too nervous, this breakthrough that didn't pose much of a threat in the first place, actually Desailly fell to the ground and shoveled over!

Maybe Desailly's judgment was right, if Ling Feng was shooting at the right point, then the route of the ball should be blocked by him with such a tackle, but he didn't expect that the ball was stabbed out by Ling Feng, Desailly didn't touch the ball this time, but shoveled it firmly on Ling Feng's unbalanced leg!

"Penalty! Penalty kick! Penalty kick! The whole of China is boiling, the players on and off the field are excitedly hugging together, and the fans watching the game in front of the TV are also excitedly hugging together!

The last moments, the last five minutes!

Ling Feng created a penalty! He created the chance to equalize France!

But the price of Ling Feng's penalty was too great, because Desailly's spikes scraped his leg again, and Ling Feng was carried off the court, this time it was probably quite dangerous.

Hao Haidong withstood the pressure and scored this penalty, and the Chinese team drew 2:2 with France!

At this time, the Chinese team held up a substitution sign on the sidelines.

Down on the 10th, up on the 17th!

Ling Feng was finally replaced off the court!

"Diego!" Ling Feng, who was lying on the stretcher, roared angrily at Maradona.

"You can't kick anymore, or your foot will be ruined." Maradona could not see a trace of emotional fluctuations on his face: "You have done your best, you have reached your pre-match goal, to draw the host in 90 minutes, this result is at best even when you are in your prime, be content, the game is about to enter extra time, your body will not be able to drag the end of extra time." ”

"Let's get some water." Lao Ma didn't give Ling Feng the bottle he had snatched from Lao Qi in his hand, but turned around and took a bottle of water from the side and threw it to Ling Feng.

This action made others feel very strange, but the sweat on Lao Qi's head came out, Lao Ma turned his head with a smile, and whispered in Lao Qi's ear: "I just said that I have studied Chinese culture, I remember that eighty years ago, in your dark history of China, there was a person, whose name was Huo Yuanjia, right?" ”