Rolling on the turf a few times, Ling Feng finally stopped his momentum.
Fortunately, at the moment of landing, he subconsciously rolled smoothly with his back, providing a certain amount of cushioning.
Otherwise, even on the soft turf, his bones would have hurt from the fall.
Sitting on the turf, Ling Feng frowned tightly, staring fixedly at Michael Brown, as if wanting to firmly remember his appearance in his heart.
Fouls are an indispensable part of football matches.
Although he understood this principle in his heart.
However, the instant he was knocked to the ground by Brown, a burst of anger couldn’t help but “whoosh” up from the bottom of his heart.
If the other party was unintentional, Ling Feng wouldn’t care too much.
But under the circumstance that the ball had already been passed, Brown still forcefully rammed him from behind.
This was blatantly a malicious foul!
At this time, with a short “beep” from the whistle, the referee trotted to the “scene of the crime”.
He unhesitatingly pulled out a yellow gem war god card from his pocket.
After showing it to Brown, the referee didn’t forget to warn this pitch thug who took fouls and cards like drinking water:
“Reel in your actions!”
However, the Brown who deliberately rammed him patted his own shoulder forcefully, defending himself:
“Fuck!
I just lightly bumped him with my shoulder, it doesn’t constitute a yellow card action at all!”
“He’s too soft…”
“I’m warning you, the ball was already gone.
Yours was an unnecessary dangerous action!”
“Also, watch your language!”
Realizing he couldn’t convince the referee, Brown stopped pretending.
After glaring at Ling Feng, he turned away with a very displeased face.
And seeing their own player get a yellow card, Elland Road stadium immediately erupted with a burst of boos.
Half of the boos were for the referee, and half were for Ling Feng.
“That kid is too fragile, that wasn’t a foul at all!”
“That’s normal physical contact!”
“What is the referee doing?
Eat shit!”
“This is diving!”
Amidst the sky-full of curses, the nearest Drinkwater and Mahrez, as well as the slightly further Vardy, all rushed to the front of Ling Feng, protecting him behind them.
“Ling, are you okay?”
Grabbing Mahrez’s extended hand and standing up, Ling Feng couldn’t help but shake his head and smile slightly:
“I’m fine.”
“That bastard has his eyes on you, be careful to protect yourself.”
Hearing this, Ling Feng just nodded.
Michael Brown, who received a yellow card, didn’t care at all.
After the referee walked away, he suddenly stepped forward, leaned close to Ling Feng, and provoked in a deep voice:
“Football isn’t a sport for wet-behind-the-ears softies like you to play!”
“Go back home and drink milk!”
Hearing this, Ling Feng just looked at him deeply with a solemn expression, not saying a word.
He saw through Michael Brown’s petty tricks.
Obviously, this old pitch veteran was very bad.
Trying to use malicious fouls and words to attack him, make him scared, and thus underperform.
Or make his anger rush to his head, and then do irrational actions on the pitch.
Ling Feng knew very well in his heart that whether it was the boos and curses of the fans in the stands, or the malicious fouls of the players on the pitch, the ultimate goal was to let Leeds United win this match.
Then he definitely couldn’t let them succeed.
And the best way is to defeat them on the pitch!
Use real ability to make them all shut up!!!
…
With a whistle from the referee, the match resumed again.
The Leeds United side originally thought that Brown’s “show of strength” would make Ling Feng wary and afraid to get on the ball to organize as much.
But they didn’t expect that such little tricks instead made Ling Feng run into spaces even more actively, even dropping deep to the defensive midfield position to coordinate with short passes with the two midfielders.
“Continuous short passes, Leicester City firmly controls the situation on the pitch…”
“Leeds United needs to be careful, Derby County was scored against exactly like this in the last match…”
Even with the commentator’s reminder, Leeds United’s coaches and players were powerless.
It wasn’t that they didn’t know the danger of surrendering possession, but rather they simply couldn’t win the ball back!
The entire Championship league, including Leicester City, the majority of the twenty-four teams adopted a wide-open English style of play.
Either long passes and high balls, or quickly bypassing the midfield to initiate attacks from both wings.
However, when Ling Feng and Mahrez were both on the pitch, Leicester City had the possibility of a possession-based tactic.
Although this possession tactic relying on one or two people could only be considered a budget version compared to top teams like Barcelona or Arsenal whose possession style was deep in their blood.
However, such a possession tactic, coupled with Leicester City’s top-tier personnel in the Championship, was enough to make most Championship teams unable to touch the ball.
The Leicester City players were like an experienced angler, continuously drawing out Leeds United’s entire formation through short passes in the middle and backfield.
And Ling Feng was the most crucial fishhook!
Seeing his team turned from hosts to guests on the pitch, the Leeds United manager had long gotten up from the bench, come to the sideline, and continuously shouted with an anxious face.
The sharp contrast between the two fully reflected the current situation on the pitch.
Pearson could see that under Ling Feng’s direction, his team had completely grasped the match rhythm.
A goal was just a matter of time…
Just as he expected, when the match reached the seventy-fifth minute, the deadlock was finally broken!
Through continuous baiting, the Leeds United players were baited into being impatient, pressing forward constantly, their overall formation pushing all the way up, thus exposing massive spaces behind their defensive line!
And how could Ling Feng, who possessed God’s Vision, miss such an opportunity?!
After a one-two combination with the dropping center forward Nugent, successfully bypassing the midfield blockade, Ling Feng dribbled forward two steps, and unhesitatingly swung his right leg to play a ground diagonal through ball to the left!
This extremely fast diagonal through ball directly pierced the half-space between the centre-back and the right-back, arriving at the edge of the penalty area.
And appearing there was Vardy, who had sprinted up from the left side and beaten the offside trap!
“Beautiful pass!”
“Number 23 Ling Feng found his teammate again!
Vardy!”
“Enters the penalty area…
facing the goalkeeper…”
Amidst the curses and prayers of tens of thousands of home fans, Vardy didn’t waste Ling Feng’s pass.
He directly fired a powerful blast, smashing the football fiercely into the near corner of the goal!
With a “swish” sound, the power was so great that even the goal net was lifted up.
“It’s a goal!”
“Leicester City breaks the deadlock first, taking a one-nil lead at Elland Road!”
Accompanied by the commentator’s passionate play-by-play, the tens of thousands of home fans in Elland Road stadium instantly fell dead silent.
One by one, they couldn’t help but hold their heads and sigh, wearing masks of pain.
They hadn’t expected that after their team suppressed the opponent for so long, they actually let the opponent score first.
And the away fans were cheering and leaping, waving the Blue Foxes scarves in their hands while singing the Vardy song:
“Jamie, Jamie, our super Jamie!!”
In the singing, goalscorer Vardy didn’t rush to the corner flag to celebrate passionately.
Instead, he found Ling Feng, who provided the assist, at the first moment and gave him a big hug.
“Mate, this pass was too comfortable!”
While praising Ling Feng’s pass, Vardy was feeling very satisfied inwardly with his own move of actively showing goodwill to Ling Feng.
Sure enough, being on good terms with Ling Feng had great benefits!
After high-fiving and hugging Ling Feng, Vardy didn’t forget to raise his hand, pointing high at the black-haired handsome guy beside him, as if announcing to all the fans in the stadium:
“This goal is all thanks to this young man!”
(END CHAPTER)