Amidst the cheers of the Blue Foxes fans, the other Leicester City players also came to the two of them one after another to celebrate this goal together.
While celebrating the goal, captain Wes Morgan did not forget to remind his teammates not to get carried away: “Guys, beautifully done!
But don’t get too excited, the game is not over yet.
Keep it up!”
It is worth mentioning that although center forward Nugent had a smile on his face and seemed to be listening to the captain, his heart was already churning.
In his opinion, if that diagonal through ball just now had been passed to him, he could have also shot the ball into the goal.
Recalling that when Ling Feng was knocked down from behind by Brown just now, he actually did not go up to care for him at the first moment, Nugent suddenly felt very annoyed and regretful.
If this continues, what if Ling Feng doesn’t pass the ball to him in the future and only passes to Vardy?!
That won’t do!
Just as Nugent was silently making up his mind, the Leeds United manager on the sidelines was standing by the pitch, shouting loudly at his players: “Fuck!
What are you doing out there?!”
“I told you to mark number 23 closely, don’t let him pass the ball so easily!”
“Can’t you understand?!”
Facing the manager’s furious rage, the Leeds United players merely lowered their heads in silence.
Many Leeds United players could only retort in their hearts:
“Easy for you to say, that number 23 dropped all the way back to his own half, how do we follow him?
And he loves to play one-touch passes, how do we defend that?”
“You go out there and do it if you’re so good!”
After celebrating for nearly half a minute, Ling Feng, whose black hair had been ruffled into a bird’s nest, finally emerged from the crowd of his teammates.
Looking around at the home team fans in the stands who looked like wilted eggplants, Ling Feng immediately smiled.
“Didn’t you like booing?
Why aren’t you booing now?!”
At this moment, a bold idea suddenly popped into his mind.
Ling Feng walked over to the blue stands where the Leicester City fans were located, opened his arms, and waved them upward, as if saying to the fans: “Get more excited!
Louder!”
This provocative action not only elicited even more enthusiastic cheers from the Leicester City fans but also woke the home fans up from the shock of conceding a goal, turning their feelings into a burst of anger directed straight at the black-haired kid on the pitch.
“Fuck you!”
“Trash!”
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Facing the piercing boos from the Leeds United fans, various insults with derogatory words, and all sorts of debris thrown from the stands, Ling Feng maintained a smiling expression, seemingly enjoying it.
In his eyes, this was just the incompetent rage of the weak.
The ones who could truly decide the outcome of the game were still the players on the pitch.
And he decided to score another goal against Leeds United to make these fans shut their mouths completely!!!
…
With the score already behind and considering Michael Brown’s stamina, he couldn’t maintain the high-intensity pressing anymore.
Also, to prevent the hot-headed player from asking the referee for another yellow card and getting sent off with two yellows, the Leeds United manager took the opportunity to make a substitution.
“Leeds United makes a substitution, taking off Michael Brown who is carrying a yellow card, and bringing on…”
“Making three substitutions at once, Leeds United is planning to give it their all.
But isn’t this a bit too late…”
“Yes, if they had made the substitutions five minutes earlier to maintain the midfield’s vitality and pressure, perhaps this goal by Leicester City wouldn’t have happened…”
“That’s how football is, situations on the pitch change rapidly, anything can happen…”
“This is already the fourth assist in the last three games for this eighteen-year-old youngster Ling Feng.
An efficiency of one assist per game is simply astonishing!”
“Assists in three consecutive games, and all while coming off the bench.
If he had been given playing time from the beginning of the season, his assist count would likely be near the top of the assist charts right now…”
On the sidelines.
Compared to the anxious Leeds United manager, Leicester City manager Pearson, who had just seen his disciples score, appeared exceptionally calm.
He simply high-fived his assistant manager Walsh next to him and then said with a hint of pride:
“Steve, our tactics worked!”
“In these short dozen minutes, his performance has been absolutely flawless!”
“If we had let Ling start from the very beginning and adopted the 4-2-3-1 possession style, would our control have been even stronger?”
“We can give it a try.
When Mahrez is on the right wing, he plays a much bigger role than Knockaert.”
“Dyer on the left is getting older, and his wing penetration ability has declined significantly.
We can move Knockaert to the left, or just put him on the bench…”
“Aside from the right winger personnel, under this formation, there is only one lone striker.
Nugent and Vardy, who do you think is more suited for it?”
“Vardy is faster and his off-the-ball runs are more flexible; while Nugent has stronger physical confrontation and serves as a better target man up front…”
“This tactic of ours is executed around Ling Feng as the core.
So, personally, I think we should choose the player who has a better tacit understanding with Ling Feng.”
Listening to his old buddy’s words, Pearson looked at Vardy and Nugent on the pitch, nodded slightly, and revealed a thoughtful expression…
With a long whistle, the match resumed.
After kicking off from the center circle, Leeds United finally gained possession and launched an attack after a long time.
However, perhaps because they were too anxious and their passing intentions were too obvious, the midfield’s long ball looking for the forward was cleared by Leicester City’s captain Morgan with a header.
The flying ball was brought down by Drinkwater with a chest control, and stepping on it, he steadily kept the ball under control.
“Danny!”
Hearing Ling Feng calling his name, Drinkwater passed the ball over without hesitation.
Seeing Ling Feng on the ball, deafening boos immediately erupted throughout Elland Road.
However, this didn’t bother Ling Feng at all; instead, it gave him even more motivation to deliver the fatal pass that would kill the game!
Michael Brown, who maliciously fouled him, had already been subbed off.
So his targets for revenge were only the tens of thousands of home fans inside Elland Road who were booing him!
“Still booing me, huh?
I’ll make sure you can’t boo anymore in a minute!”
Without any hesitation, he hit a long lobbed pass right over the right-back’s shoulder.
Over there was an extremely open area!
Mahrez, who had made an early run, stayed slightly ahead of the tracking full-back and sprinted into this area.
Sticking out his left foot, he steadily brought the ball down with the outside of his boot and immediately sprinted wildly towards the Leeds United penalty area!
However, under the frantic tracking back of the Leeds United left-back, he couldn’t cut inside and had to carry it towards the byline.
Just moments before reaching the byline, Mahrez glanced back towards the penalty area, then used his right foot to sweep the ball, delivering a cut-back cross!
“Mahrez has taken it to the byline, there’s no space for a shot anymore, what is he planning to do…”
“Right foot…
a pass!”
Amidst the commentator’s exclamation, the ball rolled at high speed towards the penalty spot area.
At the same time, a blue figure had already arrived to meet it!
That black hair, and that incredibly calm expression…
It was the late-arriving Ling Feng!
(END CHAPTER)