“Wow, what a beautiful through ball!”
“Leicester City’s young number 23 has delivered a sixty-meter straight pass!”
“Let’s see if Vardy can seize this opportunity…”
Along with the exclamations of the commentator and the fans, the situation on the field shifted from defense to offense!
Looking at the football right in front of him, Vardy received it very comfortably.
Without needing to adjust at all, he just stretched his leg out to push it forward and smoothly dribbled into the penalty area.
Even with the noisy sounds in his ears, the commentator’s voice, and the curses of many Stoke City fans, Vardy just looked firmly at the goal ahead.
He was seen swinging his right leg powerfully for a blasting shot!
With a “bang,” the football turned into an afterimage, flying towards the goal guarded by Stoke City goalkeeper Begovic.
The distance was too close and the ball speed was too fast, so much so that the football had already drilled into the goal.
Begovic, standing on the goal line, only subconsciously raised his arms, striking a Gallic salute stance…
As the white goal net was lifted, the two thousand Leicester City fans who traveled with the team immediately erupted in a warm cheer.
And the over twenty thousand home team fans in the stadium unanimously held their heads with both hands, wearing masks of pain.
The Stoke City players on the pitch all showed expressions of disbelief.
They never expected that with just one pass and one shot, their team would concede a goal.
Especially that through ball that pierced through half the pitch!
How did that black-haired Asian kid do it?!
“He seized it!”
“The ball went in!!!”
“Goal~Goal~Goal~”
“The score is equalized!”
Accompanied by the passionate commentary and the cheers of the Leicester City fans, Vardy didn’t go to celebrate.
Instead, he quickly ran into the goal, picked up the football, and ran back.
The match time had reached eighty-three minutes, and there was not much time left for Leicester City.
They had to race against the clock!
Placing the football on the center spot, Vardy then came to Ling Feng and high-fived and hugged him:
“Mate, that pass was beautiful!
How did you know I would run forward?”
Ling Feng had no doubts about Vardy’s shooting skills.
You know, this is the man who broke Van Nistelrooy’s record of scoring in ten consecutive Premier League games in the title-winning season, and won the Premier League Golden Boot at the “advanced” age of thirty-three!
Facing Vardy’s doubt, Ling Feng just smiled slightly and said half-jokingly and half-seriously:
“Maybe it was intuition!”
Intuition?
Of course not!
The reason he was able to play such a line-breaking through ball without observing in advance was very simple.
He had a cheat!
At this moment, inside Ling Feng’s mind, there existed a virtual holographic 2D pitch.
His own eleven players were blue chess pieces, while the opponent’s eleven players were red chess pieces.
The situation on the entire pitch, whether teammates or opponents, was fully under his control!
This was the effect of Ling Feng’s S-rank talent God’s Vision obtained from the prime De Bruyne star card!
And his passing technique suddenly advancing by leaps and bounds was also because the attribute he obtained from the prime De Bruyne star card was precisely passing!
In other words, at this moment, Ling Feng possessed the vision and passing technique of prime De Bruyne!!!
Although he verbally said “intuition,” he was muttering in his heart:
Do I have to tell you even if I have a cheat?
…
“That kid who just came on, his passing is too penetrating!”
“That kind of through ball is full of flair!”
“I declare that I have fallen in love with this black-haired kid!”
“By the way, what was his name again?
Lin?
Ling?”
Amidst the cheers and discussions of the Leicester City fans, other Leicester players also came to the two of them, briefly celebrating this goal.
Captain Wes Morgan did not forget to congratulate:
“Kid, congratulations on getting an assist on your debut…”
Yes, reminded by the captain, Ling Feng finally reacted.
With just his first pass, Ling Feng, making his first appearance for the first team, completed the first official assist of his professional career, helping the team equalize the score.
Moreover, it had only been three minutes since he came on!
Although it couldn’t be compared to the shock of Beckham’s midfield lob or Owen’s solo run.
But could this be considered another kind of becoming famous with one goal?
With the cheers of the Leicester City fans echoing in his ears, Ling Feng slightly narrowed his eyes, enjoying the beauty of this moment.
This feeling was simply intoxicating…
Meanwhile, on the sidelines, Leicester City manager Nigel Pearson and assistant manager Steve Walsh looked like they still hadn’t had enough, seemingly still immersed in Ling Feng’s sixty-meter through ball just now.
This pass reminded chief scout and assistant manager Steve Walsh of the Champions League group stage match between Milan and Real Madrid in the 0203 season.
In that match, the number ten of Milan played a soul-stirring sixty-meter through ball, assisting the number seven nuclear warhead in scoring the only goal of the game.
“Steve, did you see that?”
“You mean that through ball?”
Leicester City manager Nigel Pearson nodded, then asked:
“In your scouting report, you didn’t say he could make passes like that…”
Although the entire goal process looked very simple, just one pass and one shot.
But as professional coaches and chief scouts, Nigel Pearson and Steve Walsh naturally saw the technical content of this goal.
Being able to spot the passing gap and the teammate’s forward run in an instant, and deliver a very comfortable through ball that pierced the entire defensive line…
From their professional perspective, ninety-nine percent of professional players could not play such a deadly through ball.
“Yeah, Ling’s passing has always been decent, nothing penetrating.”
Looking at Ling Feng, who looked calm and breezy on the pitch, Pearson immediately said:
“Also, did you notice?
He didn’t look up to observe at all.
The moment he got the ball, he made the decision to pass.”
Hearing this, Walsh raised his eyebrows slightly, “Could it be that he knew Jamie would run forward and appear in that position?!”
You know, this was only Ling Feng’s first time playing for the first team.
He had never trained with the first team before, let alone understood his teammates’ running habits.
Pearson and Walsh looked at each other, and a word simultaneously popped into their minds:
Genius!
“Did this kid suddenly get enlightened?”
“Let’s keep watching, maybe it was a fluke…”
Unlike the astonishment and uncertainty on the Leicester City side, Stoke City manager Mark Hughes was first startled by Ling Feng’s sixty-meter super god through ball, and then immediately concluded that it was a fluke.
If his team hadn’t pressed high across the board, leaving the defense empty, how could this number 23 kid have pierced the entire defensive line so easily with one pass?!
Besides, if he could frequently play such deadly passes, how could Leicester City let him sit on the bench and wear a larger squad number like 23.
So, that black-haired Asian kid was definitely lucky!
However, no one would know that when he played that sixty-meter through ball, Ling Feng himself was also startled.
The just-right power and curve, the mastery of the passing space, the timing of the teammate’s run…
Probably the vast majority of professional players could not play such a super god pass across half the pitch!
Yet he did it effortlessly!
“Worthy of being the super talent of the current number one attacking midfielder, Teacher Ding’s vision and passing are too awesome!”
At this moment, Ling Feng finally had a certain understanding of the vision and passing he possessed.
Thinking that he could also play precise passes right to the mouth like Teacher Ding, plus his teammates were stars like Vardy and Mahrez who could wreak havoc in the Premier League…
Looking up at the big screen in the stadium, seeing the 1-1 score and the little time left in the match, a slightly crazy idea suddenly popped into Ling Feng’s mind:
Win this match!
…
With Vardy’s goal, the score became 1-1.
The two sides were back on the same starting line.
There were only a few minutes left in regular time.
Even with stoppage time added, it was less than ten minutes.
In order to smoothly win this match, Stoke City manager Mark Hughes waved his hands forward, signaling the players on the pitch to press for an attack.
With the referee’s whistle, the game started again.
The Stoke City players continued to press forward, trying to use the long ball tactic to smash open Leicester City’s defense.
Considering that his team’s morale was booming, Leicester City manager Pearson also put all his eggs in one basket.
With a big wave of his hand, he signaled the players to press high.
The coach’s instructions were exactly what the players wanted.
Except for the goalkeeper, all the Leicester City players started lunging at the Stoke City players like tireless mad dogs, applying high pressing.
Although it was only his first time fighting alongside his teammates, Ling Feng could anticipate their running routes in advance, as well as the opponents’ positioning and passing routes.
Through the tireless pressing, Stoke City’s players found it very difficult to distribute the ball.
You know, Stoke City’s nickname is “City of the Sky”…
The English style of play, lifting the ball high and hitting high, is their strong suit.
But playing the ball on the ground?
It was just average!
Just as the game reached the eighty-ninth minute, Ling Feng anticipated Stoke City defensive midfielder Nzonzi’s passing route in advance.
With a sudden burst of speed, he intercepted the pass.
That stunning through ball just now was still vivid in mind.
Stoke City centre-back and captain Ryan Shawcross, realizing the danger, immediately raised his hand, pointed at Ling Feng, and shouted loudly:
“Don’t let him pass!”
However, a moment before the grim-faced defensive midfielder pounced on him, the corners of Ling Feng’s mouth just turned up.
With an extremely concealed leg swing, he struck the lower side of the football.
In the next second, a beautiful lob passed over the heads of Shawcross and the other centre-back Huth, dropping towards the right side of Stoke City’s penalty area.
And a blue figure had already arrived!
(END CHAPTER)