32, Reversing Argentina!

After Lin Feng snatched the ball, he accelerated into a sprint, keeping his head up to scan the field and monitor the positioning of the opposing defenders.

Since it was an attacking turn for the Argentinians, the vast majority of their players were gathered in the Youth Team half, with only two defenders remaining near the halfway line.

This meant that as long as he could get past these two, he would be face-to-face with the Goalkeeper.

Just as Lin Feng looked up to observe the defenders' positioning, Messi gave chase from behind with all his might.

Messi had short legs and a quick stride frequency; as he exerted explosive force, the distance between the two seemed to narrow slightly.

This startled the Youth Team fans in the stands, who shouted loudly in an attempt to warn Lin Feng.

"Watch your back!"

"Messi is closing in!"

But the stadium was noisy, and given the distance, their shouts were not heard by the Player.

Although Lin Feng did not hear the fans' warning, he caught sight of the pursuing figure in his peripheral vision.

Heh, you want to race me on speed?

Lin Feng sneered inwardly and nudged the ball to the left, creating some distance from Messi.

Messi seemed to realize his speed couldn't match his opponent's, so instead of changing direction, he accelerated in a straight line along the inside.

His plan was simple: stay glued to Lin Feng and prevent the gap from widening.

Once they crossed the halfway line and linked up with his teammates, he would have a chance to complete a tackle and steal the ball from the opponent's feet if his two teammates could just obstruct Lin Feng for a moment.

The dream was beautiful, but reality was cruel.

After nudging the ball to the left, Lin Feng unleashed an explosive dribble, his stride frequency suddenly increasing.

The distance between the two widened instantly.

After Lin Feng's initial change of direction, Messi had managed to pull level with him, but with this burst of acceleration, the gap between them opened up rapidly—from one body length to two, then three...

By the time Lin Feng dribbled across the halfway line, the distance between them had already stretched to nearly two meters!

Messi's eyes were wide open, his expression filled with disbelief.

Too fast, it was simply too fast!

Was this even human speed?

He had given his all, his feet practically smoking against the turf, yet he could only watch in despair as the opponent's back gradually pulled away.

The two Argentinian defenders looked back at Lin Feng in terror while sprinting forward with all their might.

Seeing Messi chasing from behind, they had initially been overjoyed, planning to coordinate with him to intercept Lin Feng near the halfway line.

But they never expected Messi to be shaken off so easily.

Now, seeing Lin Feng's terrifying speed, neither dared to stop and intercept.

Because if they stopped, they would easily be bypassed given the opponent's horrifying pace.

And once bypassed, there would be no possibility of catching up again.

But the opponent was so fast that, at this rate, he would likely reach the penalty area in a matter of seconds.

Even worse, they would likely be caught and overtaken by him before that even happened!

At this critical juncture, the Argentinian Center Back Formica made a decisive choice.

He slowed down while constantly looking back to track Lin Feng's dribbling path, actively moving to block his route.

Clearly, he intended to use himself as an obstacle to halt Lin Feng's forward momentum.

Even if he couldn't stop him completely, he had to intercept him outside before he could charge into the penalty area.

Because once he entered the box, the Argentinian defenders wouldn't even be able to use tactical fouls.

Formica's intent was too obvious; Lin Feng saw through the scheme at first glance.

He decisively nudged the ball to the right, avoiding Formica's blocking line, intending to overtake him on the outside.

At this moment, if Messi had been able to maintain his initial position without being left behind, he would have had a chance to steal the ball from Lin Feng's feet.

But unfortunately, Messi had long since been left in the dust.

Seeing Lin Feng go around him, Formica stopped retreating and turned to charge toward the right.

He had been six or seven meters ahead of Lin Feng, a distance that would have been more than enough to turn and block an average player.

But Lin Feng was no average player; his speed far exceeded Formica's expectations.

By the time Formica rushed to the right, Lin Feng had already dribbled to the edge of the penalty area, just one step away from entering.

Formica couldn't care less about anything else; he gritted his teeth and charged, slamming his body into Lin Feng while reaching out with his right hand to grab his arm, attempting to prevent the shot.

Meanwhile, the Argentinian Goalkeeper had already abandoned his goal, hoping to coordinate with his teammate and seize this final chance to disrupt the opponent's attack.

But Lin Feng was like an iron tower—unmoved by the collision, unstopped by the grab.

He struggled to maintain his balance, doing his best to adjust his stride and make final preparations for the shot.

Lin Feng's mind was incredibly clear at this moment; he knew he couldn't let the opposing Goalkeeper get too close, as that would completely eliminate his Shooting Angle.

So, just as the opposing Goalkeeper rushed near the Penalty Kick spot, he decisively took his shot.

At this moment, the entire stadium seemed to have been pressed on mute.

Almost all the fans in the Stands stood up, stretching their necks to look toward the Argentinian penalty area.

This shot would likely determine the life or death of these two teams!

The football rolled out from Lin Feng's feet, tracing a diagonal line toward the Argentinian goal.

The rushing Argentinian Goalkeeper Ustari hurriedly dove to make a save, attempting to rescue his team.

But the football bypassed his outstretched arms, sliding past his right side.

Seeing this scene, the Argentinian fans suffered a Heart Attack, their eyes widening in terror.

But in everyone's line of sight, a figure wearing a Blue and White Striped Jersey rushed into the Six-Yard Box, chasing after the football.

This was Argentina's other Center Back, the number 4 Player Barroso!

When Formica chose to stop and intercept Lin Feng, he did not stop, but instead chose to keep moving forward, arriving in the penalty area.

When all his other teammates in the penalty area had fallen, he was undoubtedly the last hope for the Argentinian.

Barroso had already begun his sprint the moment he saw Lin Feng preparing to shoot.

He and the football arrived at the Six-Yard Box at almost the exact same time.

Faster, a little faster!

The Argentinian fans in the Stands clenched their fists, praying deep in their hearts.

Just as the football was about to cross the Goal Line, Barroso slid in.

His right foot touched the football.

But the football was not cleared away; instead, he kicked it into the goal.

The Slow Motion Replay on the Big Screen showed that Barroso's slide was just a fraction of a second too late; the ball had already crossed the Goal Line entirely by the time he touched it.

The last hope of the Argentinian was shattered.

The score was rewritten to 3:2; the China Youth Team had finally taken the lead!

The Chinese fans in the Stands all fell into a frenzy, excitedly letting out incoherent roars.

People who had never met before were now hugging each other passionately, like old friends who had known each other for a long time.

In the Stands, some were screaming loudly, some were clapping vigorously, and others were waving the National Flag in their hands with all their might.

On the pitch, the reaction of the China Youth Team players was almost identical to that of the fans in the Stands.

The moment Lin Feng scored, the players on the bench rushed onto the pitch like madmen, their clothes and the towels in their hands scattered all over the ground!

Meanwhile, back home, the streets that should have been quiet at past one in the morning suddenly became lively.

Excited cheers drifted from the windows on both sides of the streets, and if one listened carefully, one could hear phrases like "Chinese team," "Lin Feng," and "awesome."

This night was a carnival night belonging to fans across the country!