The ball was struck out with Kosos' right foot, and he made an arc into the box and went straight to Sheehan.

Ling Feng had no choice but to guard Yankel, but Saint-Germain was not the only one with Ling Feng, at this time, Negetti, who was in great shape in the game, jumped high and pushed the ball out before Sheehan.

When Negerty jumped, Ling Feng had already keenly judged that this ball would definitely be hit by Negetti, so Ling Feng rushed towards the outside of the penalty area without pausing.

The ball flew outside the box and Djokaev was just in time for it to land.

"Yuri! Pass! Ling Feng shouted at Djokaf as he ran.

Djokaeff was stunned for a moment, and then without hesitation, he threw the ball in front of Ling Feng with a header, but the force used was slightly greater.

But at this time, Slovakia defender Halinka also pounced, his distance was a little closer than Ling Feng, and it was very likely that the ball would be cut off before Ling Feng.

But Ling Feng's explosive power was unbelievable, just at the moment when Harlinka's foot was about to touch the ball, Ling Feng had already run to the side of the ball first, and gently poked the ball with his toes, and in Harlinka's surprised eyes, the ball passed by his side and rolled behind him.

At this time, Ling Feng walked around from the other side of his body, and a beautiful human ball flashed Harlinka.

Ling Feng continued to dribble forward, and at this time, all the Vienna Rapid players who stayed in the backfield made up for it, but there were only three people, two full-backs, a central defender Adamski, and the rest were desperately chasing back behind.

The two fullbacks were very smart and did not rush straight to the middle to intercept Ling Feng, they both ran diagonally towards the vicinity of their penalty area, and when Ling Feng still needed to pass the ball with the ball, they should be able to set up a position near the big penalty area and wait for Ling Feng.

It's just that this idea was quickly disrupted, and the reason was that Ling Feng's speed was too fast!

Adamsky fell to the ground to tackle, he was willing to fight for his foul and eat a yellow card and couldn't let Ling Feng break through, but although his foot touched the ball, the ball did not fly away from Ling Feng's control as he imagined, but smashed on his foot and bounced on the spot, at this time Ling Feng also dodged his own flying shovel with a slight jump, and casually continued to take a step forward in the air.

The remaining two fullbacks Labante and Valakevich, who had been diagonally inserted into the middle, could no longer wait for the rabbit according to the original plan, although Harlinka was chasing back, but the distance between him and Ling Feng had widened, and now even Adamski had not caused a little impact on the opponent's speed, and if they continued to run like this, they would definitely not be able to keep up with Ling Feng.

With this in mind, the two of them ran towards the arc of their own half at the same time, and this position should be the best place to stop Ling Feng.

At this time, Ling Feng had just crossed the midfield line, and looking at the front court, there was only one goalkeeper and two defenders who were preparing to pinch in the opponent's half.

"Damn, fight!" Ling Feng gritted his teeth, if it was usual, he could easily dribble past the two guards, but not now, there seemed to be a few wolf dogs chasing behind him, if he slowed down a little, he would definitely miss this opportunity to attack quickly.

If you refer to the lens, you will find that the position of the two fullbacks at this time has a surprising familiarity with the posture of the two central defenders when Ling Feng scored the first goal, and it is also sealed on both sides, leaving a "dead end" in the middle for Ling Feng to break through.

But this time, Ling Feng couldn't use the "frog jump" stunt anymore, he could only choose - to hit it head-on.

Labante and Valakevich didn't feel anything wrong, anyway, this ball was about to be broken nine times out of ten, Ling Feng didn't slow down like this and sent him to death.

However, they soon realized that they were wrong, and Ling Feng suddenly passed the ball through the gap between the two of them when he reached the front of them.

"He wants to divide the ball again!" This was the same thought in the hearts of the two of them, and they all agreed that the bodies of Raban and Valakvich were closer to the middle at the same time, and even if they blocked the foul, they would knock Ling Feng down.

Anyway, if you block a foul and don't eat a card, you won't lose a few more hits......

But what happened next made the two of them almost think that a supernatural event had happened - Ling Feng actually squeezed out of the encirclement of the two of them.

Labante and Valakvich felt a strong force at the same time, and then their bodies fell irrepressibly to both sides, and by the time they stabilized their figures, Ling Feng had already inserted himself from the gap between the two, and fought all the way to the forbidden area!

The two were stunned, and even forgot to chase back for a while, the other party's body is inevitably too perverted!

The current Ling Feng didn't have the heart to think about how surprising his actions were just now, he only had the seven-meter-wide door in front of him now, and there was a goalkeeper who was basically negligible.

For goalkeeper Haider, this time can be regarded as his most uncomfortable time, knowing that the opponent is very likely to score, but he still insists on standing here, and he doesn't even dare to attack.

Ling Feng had just broken through the arc of the half-court now, and he was at least forty meters away from the goal, and attacking now was not equivalent to giving the opponent an empty goal?

But in Ling Feng's eyes, even if there was a Haidel, it was still an empty door.

The fans on the sidelines all stood up, Saint-Germain and Chinese fans cheered for their heroes, while Austrian fans made all kinds of strange noises to disrupt Ling Feng's progress.

The organizers sweated, but fortunately separated the fans of the two teams early, otherwise I am afraid that there will be a second Heysel tragedy, and this stadium may also become a murderous house, who will dare to play here in the future?

When Ling Feng killed near the arc of the big penalty area, Haider finally couldn't bear it anymore and rushed up, anyway, it depends on whether he is dead or alive, he is a hero, he can't pounce, and no one will blame him - a single ball is originally equated with a must-score - especially a top player like Ling Feng.

Seeing Haider pounce on him with a hideous face, Ling Feng slowed down, anyway, the nearest defender was at least ten meters away from him, and he could shoot completely without interference.

But at this time, Ling Feng was worried, should he shoot or pass the goalkeeper? - What a dilemma!

Haider wanted to know what Ling Feng was thinking in his heart, and it was estimated that he would be able to spit out three liters of blood in anger, but now it was almost the same, because Ling Feng-he actually stepped on the ball and didn't move!

Looking at the white-haired Asian standing there motionless, Haider panicked, and he would rather his opponent smash the ball into the door than suffer here.

But this time was a good opportunity, the angle of Ling Feng's shot was clearly visible, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, Haider finally decided to rush forward.

At this time, Ling Feng actually pulled the ball back, and then turned half of his body to the back, baring his teeth at Harlinka, who was five meters away from him, and was rushing back......

"Good chance!" Haider pounced at Ling Feng's feet, he didn't care if he fouled or not, the goalkeeper had absolute protection in the penalty area, as long as he touched the ball first, he was justified.

And at the moment when Haider came to the end, he clearly saw Ling Feng's right heel gently knock the ball, and then saw the ball slip under his fallen body and roll towards the goal......

The speed of the ball is not fast, but it is not slow, and it is not fast because in Haidel's eyes, the time when the ball rolls into the goal is simply torment, yes, torment!

After Ling Feng knocked the ball, he didn't care about the ball anymore, and walked back with a smile, passing by Harlinka who was running towards the door of the ball to save the ball, Ling Feng also kindly reminded: "Run faster, if you are slow, you won't be able to catch up." ”

There has never been such a situation in history, when the attacking player suddenly let the ball roll towards the empty goal, and at this time the goalkeeper was trying to get up, and Harlinka, who had been chasing all the way from the front court, was sticking out his tongue and chasing the ball.

But all efforts were in vain, and when Harlinka rushed to the six-yard box, the ball had just slowly rolled over the goal line, and Harlinka slid down the turf knowing that he couldn't do it, hoping to hook the ball off the line.

Unfortunately, he might have had a chance if he had arrived a few seconds earlier, but by now, the ball was in the net and Harinka was uncontrollably hitting the post......

Astound! Still shocked!

The eyes of the tens of thousands of fans present were wide, none of them had ever seen such a careless shot, and the playful smile and relaxed expression that appeared on Ling Feng's face were even greater than the shock that Ling Feng brought to the fans after volleying vigorously.

After scoring the goal, Ling Feng didn't celebrate too much, but walked slowly back to his half, just smiling and slowly waving to the fans around him as he walked.

The Swift Vienna players were depressed, and the blow to them with such an understatement was so great that it was far more than the goal itself meant – they had a feeling of unbeatable.

In the rest of the first half, due to the confidence of the Vienna Rapid players, most of them stayed in their own half, and the attack was weakened, but due to the dense personnel, and the two-goal lead Saint-Germain did not chase and play, the score did not change, and Saint-Germain brought the two-goal lead to the second half.

At half-time, the players of the Saint-Germain team were already excited, and they couldn't help but sing the Saint-Germain team song in the lounge in advance, as if they had already won the Cup Winners' Cup.

Even the always steady Ling Feng joined in the celebration, the reason why he chose such a casual but extremely difficult way to score in the first half was to break the opponent psychologically, as long as the opponent gave up the attack, then the advantage of two goals was enough to make them reach the second half.

The dog will jump over the wall when he is in a hurry, Ling Feng doesn't want to push them too hard, he gave up the best, but he still has to score a few more goals in the second half to completely cut off the hope of the Vienna Rapid team.

And when Ling Feng returned to the field, he found that his plan had been ruined.

All the players of the fast team, looking at their eyes, showed a murderous aura from their bones - I don't know how their coach arranged it at halftime, anyway, it must be no good - but Ling Feng is also used to seeing big scenes, and unceremoniously made a move at the members of the fast team that made them feel badly - he bared his snow-white teeth again......

At this time, Ling Feng obviously found that Harlinka almost pounced at that time......

"The second half of the game was not good!" Ling Feng muttered to himself that the effect of his goal only lasted for twenty minutes, and Ling Feng inexplicably felt a sense of defeat......

Regaining their confidence, Rapid Vienna began to counter-attack, disrupting Saint-Germain's defence with a low cross from the wing.

Probably with the idea of "losing two goals is also a loss, and losing a few more goals is also a loss", most of the players of the Vienna Rapid team pressed through the half, and for a while they also caused a little trouble for the Saint-Germain backline, and at the same time, Ling Feng was too busy defending to participate in the attack.

However, Fernandez is not in a hurry at all, because anyone with a little vision can see that the Vienna Rapid is now like Cheng Biting Jin's three axes, and their physical strength and confidence will decline after this attack passes, and that time is the time for Saint-Germain to counterattack.

Sure enough, under Ling Feng's interference, Yankel grew one meter ninety-three in the air, but he couldn't comfortably hit the ball, so angry that he almost punched Ling Feng to the ground and then comfortably went to top the ball.

After a few failed attempts, Vienna's rapid attacking tempo began to slow down and passing errors increased, and Saint-Germain once again took the initiative in the game, and although it seemed that the fast team still had more time on the ball, the balance of victory had begun to tilt in Saint-Germain's side.

In the seventeenth minute of the second half, Domi cut off Martinez's breakthrough and drove the ball into the middle of the field, Djokaef snatched the first drop with a header, and then gently passed the ball back to Le Guin in the middle.

The French veteran did not stop the ball and passed it directly to Ling Feng, Ling Feng received the ball and looked at the situation in the front court, and suddenly a long pass was played to Rai on the side.

The Brazilian's brilliant foot hair showed again, he easily stepped around Walakevich and cut into the penalty area, captain Sheehan hurriedly made up for the robbery, but Rai passed the ball into the box at this time, and Loko, who was blocked by Adamski, had no chance to shoot, but he continued to knock the ball with his heel at the moment he received Raj's pass, and the ball passed through Adamski's block to the left side of the penalty area, and that place - there was no one!

Before Haider could attack, a purple figure rushed over and stabbed the ball with his toes, and the ball went straight to the bottom of the goal, and Haider did not react at all.

3：0！ It was Djokaev who scored the goal!