Brazil team, that's it?

The Brazil Team goalkeeper was named Renan, and he never imagined that his teammate would commit such a low-level error.

But at this moment, he had no time to blame his teammate.

The ball, poked away by Lin Feng, was rolling toward the penalty area.

He had to reach the ball before Lin Feng, otherwise, it was highly likely he would repeat the same mistake as last time and concede another goal.

Renan's speed in rushing out was already very fast, and as he charged, the football continued to roll toward him.

For him, this could be considered an absolute advantage!

Therefore, upon seeing Renan rush out, the Brazilian fans in the Stands Breathed a Sigh of Relief.

There shouldn't be any problem with this ball; although that guy Leonardo committed a very, very low-level error, he at least disrupted the opponent, giving the Goalkeeper a chance to secure the ball.

"Sigh, this ball is a bit of a pity!"

"Lin Feng's poke was a little too strong, but you can't blame him; after all, under that state of high-speed running, being able to complete this action was already very difficult."

In the broadcast studio, Huang Jianxiang felt quite regretful, seeing that this play was likely over.

If the ball hadn't been poked too far, it would have likely been another goal.

If this ball had gone in, the situation would have been completely different.

There is a huge difference between leading by one goal and leading by two; if the China Youth Team could lead by two goals before the end of the first half, they would not only have more room for error, but their tactical options for the second half would also be much richer.

More importantly, the mentality of Chinese players is generally not great; when the score is tight or they are trailing, they often underperform.

Without the pressure of the score, they can not only fully display their own strength but might even perform beyond their capabilities.

However, just as everyone thought there was no chance left and that the Goalkeeper would surely get the ball, Lin Feng had not given up; he was still accelerating!

His legs continued to exert force, alternating rapidly, moving so fast that he left behind afterimages!

The fans in the Stands and the commentators on television were all watching this scene in stunned silence.

The distance between Lin Feng and the Brazil Team goalkeeper Renan was closing rapidly!

10 meters!

5 meters!

3 meters!

The next moment, the two would collide!

Could he succeed?

Everyone held their breath, not daring to blink, afraid of missing this spectacular moment.

Renan, like Leonardo, was also thrown into a panic, shocked by Lin Feng's speed.

Too fast, it was truly too fast.

The opponent arrived much faster than he had anticipated, leaving him almost no time to handle the ball.

Retreating was impossible now; fortunately, the ball had already rolled into the penalty area. Renan steeled his heart, gritted his teeth, and betting everything, he lunged fiercely toward the ball.

As long as he could secure the ball, everything would be over!

Opposite him, Lin Feng made the same choice.

After pushing off with one final, powerful step, he extended his right leg!

Who loses?

Who wins?

Everyone opened their eyes wide!

Bang!

With a dull thud, the two collided.

Beep!

The referee's whistle blew instantly.

Whoa!

The scene erupted in an uproar, and Klopp sprang up from his seat.

Please, don't be injured!

He would rather not have this goal than have anything happen to Lin Feng.

For a Player of his age, injury is the greatest threat.

How many geniuses in the Football World have been ruined by injuries?

It's impossible to even count them!

"Hold on!"

"Please, don't be injured!"

The fans in the Stands and in front of their televisions were all feeling worried for Lin Feng at this moment.

Some young female fans were even moved to tears, as if Lin Feng had passed away right there on the pitch.

The National team had finally produced a top-tier genius, and everyone cherished him like a treasure; they were afraid he would break if held in their hands, or melt if kept in their mouths. Seeing him collapse and unable to get up, they were incredibly worried and heartbroken.

Fortunately, Lin Feng quickly patted his backside and stood up. After rising, he flexed his ankle, and it seemed he was not seriously hurt.

This made the fans let out a huge sigh of relief. As long as he was fine, everything was fine!

Since Lin Feng was okay, everyone's focus shifted to how the play would be called.

"The Goalkeeper definitely touched the ball first! This should be called as a foul on the Goalkeeper by the Chinese player!"

The Brazilian fans were adamant, insisting that Lin Feng had collided with the Goalkeeper.

However, the facts slapped them hard in the face. The referee pointed to the penalty spot, awarding the Chinese team a Penalty Kick!

He even brandished a Yellow Gem Card at the Brazilian Goalkeeper!

At this, the Brazilians were completely Stunned!

The Chinese fans on the sidelines clapped in approval, cheering for the referee's wise decision.

"Sigh, it's a pity Lin Feng didn't lie on the grass a bit longer. If he had, the opposing Goalkeeper likely would have received a red card!"

"Heh, maybe he's too young and lacks experience in that regard. If it were someone else, they would have performed a 360-degree diving twist, followed by a few rolls on the grass for good measure."

"I don't think it's necessary. Diving and such are bad for one's reputation. It's better not to learn those opportunistic tricks; only by keeping your feet on the ground can you go further!"

At this moment, the television began to replay the slow-motion footage of the collision.

Through the slow-motion replay, it was very clear that although both players arrived at the same time.

Lin Feng was faster; he touched the ball a split second earlier, causing the ball's position to change slightly. This made the opposing Goalkeeper miss his save and crash directly into Lin Feng.

The referee's decision was flawless. The fact that he could see everything so clearly with the naked eye in such a short time was enough to prove he was an excellent referee.

"You take this penalty!"

Chen Tao patted Lin Feng on the shoulder, ceding the penalty-taking duty to him.

Although he was the primary penalty taker for the Youth National Team, this opportunity had been earned by the other's desperate effort, so it was only right for him to take it himself.

His teammates had no objections to Chen Tao's decision, and even the coaching staff on the sidelines nodded in agreement.

Since that was the case, Lin Feng didn't act coy.

He stepped up to take the shot, using his rhythm to deceive the Goalkeeper before steadily slotting the ball into the net.

2:0!

The Chinese team's lead was already quite substantial.

There was only one minute of stoppage time in the first half. The entire Brazilian team seemed to have suffered a major blow and couldn't organize an effective attack at all.

Moreover, they seemed to have been frightened by the Youth National Team's unreasonable Counter-Attack and didn't dare to push forward.

"Heh, the Brazil Team was practically dismantled by the Chinese team's Number 10 and Number 23!"

"They were too arrogant!"

"Did they really think Brazil football was invincible?"

In the stands, many scouts who had come for the occasion whispered to each other, critiquing the Brazil Team's poor performance.

Compared to the Brazil Team in the previous Youth World Cup, the strength of this squad had clearly regressed.

They lacked those top-tier Star Players; the previous Brazilian team had players like Alves and Fernandinho who could leave a deep impression.

But in this Youth World Cup, one simply couldn't find such players within the Brazil Team.

Looking at their opponents, the Youth National Team, there were at least two bright prospects: Chen Tao and Lin Feng.

When did Brazil football fall so far as to be inferior even to Chinese football?

This couldn't help but lead to speculation: is the football kingdom of Brazil facing a crisis of talent succession?

As if to confirm everyone's suspicions, the Youth National Team actively changed their formation in the second half.

Switching from a 4-5-1 to a 4-4-2, they shifted from a Counter-Attack to an active offense, launching a fierce assault on the Brazil Team.

The Brazil Team seemed to have been terrified by the Youth National Team's rapid counter-attacks. During halftime, they had made extensive preparations to counter them, but they never expected the opponent to ignore convention and quietly change their tactics!

Caught off guard, the Brazil Team was very uncomfortable with this highly aggressive, pressing offense from the Youth National Team.

They were already anxious after falling behind, and to make matters worse, they had bet on the wrong tactical preparations.

Even worse, the confidence of the Youth National Team players had been ignited, and they dared to execute moves on the pitch.

For a time, the Youth National Team's offense was vibrant, with various combinations flowing like water, leaving the Brazilians unable to catch their breath.

In the 75th minute of the second half, Zhao Xuri received a pass back from Lin Feng and launched a sudden, cold arrow from outside the penalty area, firing a world-class strike that went straight into the top corner.

The score became 3:0!

The Brazil Team had been completely blown away!

The scouts in the stands were stunned. Was this still the Youth National Team they knew?

How did it feel like they had undergone a transformation overnight?

They had become so unfamiliar!?

Influenced by this, besides Lin Feng and Chen Tao, other players on the Youth National Team like Gao Lin, Feng Xiaoting, and Zhao Xuri also entered the scouts' radar due to their outstanding performance on the field.

Many non-elite clubs began to take an interest in them.