Last-Gasp Winner Against Juventus!

Nedvěd saw it all clearly. When Vieira had used Spin and Shake Off to get past Lin Feng just now, he had not left Lin Feng behind. Instead, Lin Feng had used the Blind Spot of Vision created after Vieira turned and suddenly appeared on Vieira's other side.

Before Vieira could react, the ball had been stolen.

Vieira had simply been too careless in that exchange and had underestimated his opponent.

He had actually tried to fool him with the same move again. Did he really take his opponent for a fool?

That was what Nedvěd thought, but his feet were not slow in the slightest.

Just as Lin Feng won the ball and prepared to sprint, Nedvěd charged in from the side, intending to cover for his teammate.

But after taking possession, Lin Feng immediately accelerated forward.

Against Nedvěd, who was rushing in from behind and to the side, Lin Feng used nothing more than a burst of acceleration to evade his challenge.

Nedvěd did not give up and continued chasing closely behind him.

He hoped the teammates ahead could slow Lin Feng down, even slightly, and give him a chance to catch up.

But when Emerson rushed over, Lin Feng used an Explosive Dribble and simply blew past him with utterly unreasonable speed.

Seeing things going badly, the Brazilian prepared to foul him, only to find that Lin Feng had anticipated it. Lin Feng nudged the ball outward, instantly taking it beyond Emerson's range of physical contact.

Now, Emerson could only watch helplessly. He did not even have a chance to commit a foul.

Emerson, who had been completely left behind by Lin Feng's speed, had instinctively slowed down. Lin Feng was simply too fast; Emerson felt he had no chance of catching him.

But just as he gave up, a figure flashed past him. Emerson looked closely and saw that it was his teammate, Nedvěd.

Nedvěd had not given up. He had chased for nearly thirty meters, almost all the way from the opposition half back to his own penalty area, yet he was still chasing!

The thirty-three-year-old Czech was still like his younger self—always full of fighting spirit, never willing to admit defeat easily.

Lin Feng could no longer spare any attention for Nedvěd, who was relentlessly chasing behind him, because he was already nearing the opposition penalty area.

But before that, he had to get past Juventus's two defensive Iron Gates—Cannavaro and Thuram!

Both were among the finest defenders in the Football World of their era.

Any striker would find them difficult to deal with.

Their duties were clearly divided. Thuram made the Frontal Interception, while Cannavaro provided Assist Defense from the side and blocked Lin Feng's passing lanes.

Perhaps because of Lin Feng's reminder in the previous match, Inter Milan's striker Adriano was working extremely hard during this counterattack.

By the time Lin Feng drove to the edge of the penalty area, Adriano had also reached the opposition box.

The situation on the pitch was now two against two, a Fair Contest.

But the experienced Thuram and Cannavaro worked together with exceptional understanding. They deliberately cut off the connection between Lin Feng and Adriano, preventing them from combining.

That left them with only Lin Feng to deal with.

Lin Feng saw through their intentions completely, so he did not rush into a shot or pass.

Because either choice would most likely be disrupted or intercepted.

There was very little time left in the match. After waiting so long, he had finally gotten this one opportunity. If he missed it, the outcome of the match could only be decided by luck in a Penalty Shootout.

With that in mind, Lin Feng took the ball and charged toward the byline.

Thuram marked him tightly all the way, not daring to relax for even a moment.

When Juventus manager Capello saw Lin Feng's choice, he breathed a sigh of relief.

This choice was pulling Lin Feng farther and farther away from Adriano.

Moreover, Lin Feng himself was getting closer and closer to the byline, continually narrowing his shooting angle.

With Thuram's Frontal Block ability and Buffon's saves, no one could score against Juventus from such an angle.

"Ah, that was not a very rational choice!"

"Thuram's ability in one-on-one defense is far too strong. Lin Feng simply can't get past him!"

"There's too little space for him to sprint. Otherwise, he could have completely outrun his opponent with his speed!"

The domestic fans staying up late to watch the match saw Lin Feng about to dribble himself into a dead end. One after another, they sighed in regret, lamenting Inter Milan's waste of such a good opportunity.

In the stands, even Juventus's fans let out long sighs of relief when they saw Lin Feng's choice.

"The Chinese kid Inter Milan bought for twenty million doesn't look like much, does he?"

"As expected of a player raised in a Football desert. He's only good enough for the Serie B league, right?"

"I really don't know what was wrong with Inter Milan's owner. He was actually willing to spend twenty million on such a Bargain Bin Player."

Juventus's fans mocked Lin Feng without restraint. Already judging him through tinted glasses, their impression of him only grew worse.

Yet the very next second, they could no longer laugh!

Lin Feng was about to carry the ball all the way to the byline, and Inter Milan's counterattack appeared destined to be completely stopped.

But the moment Lin Feng reached the byline, he suddenly stopped sharply. He raised his right foot as if preparing to Cut Inside and break past Thuram on his left.

Seeing his opponent's center of gravity shift, Thuram did not suspect a thing. He hurriedly adjusted his own balance and leaned to the left.

That fleeting opening was exactly what Lin Feng had been waiting for. Taking advantage of Thuram leaning left, he checked Adriano's position, then suddenly used his left foot to Cut the Ball, making it bounce off the ground.

At the same time, he bent forward as though preparing to attempt a Dive Header.

Thuram's center of gravity had only just shifted. Even though he saw Lin Feng's movement now, there was nothing he could do.

Buffon was shocked. He had not expected Lin Feng to create shooting space even at this point.

He hurriedly shifted his feet toward the right side of the goal.

But just as Buffon and every fan in the stadium thought Lin Feng was going to shoot himself, Lin Feng suddenly turned his shot into a pass. He snapped his head forcefully and sent the ball toward the center of the penalty area.

Neither Cannavaro nor Adriano had expected Lin Feng to deliver a cross in such a manner, and both were caught off guard.

They reacted almost simultaneously, each trying to contest the dropping ball.

At that moment, Cannavaro's shortcomings in height and weight were exposed.

Against Adriano, who stood 189 centimeters tall and weighed a full 95 kilograms, Cannavaro simply could not win position.

Under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of fans, Adriano reached the ball first. With a forceful flick, he redirected it toward the left side of the goal.

Buffon had just positioned himself far to the right to block Lin Feng's shot. Seeing Adriano shoot to the left, even if he had been Bolt reincarnated, he would have been too late to make the save.

With a crisp swish!

The ball brushed the inside side netting and flew into Juventus's goal.

Inter Milan scored a last-gasp winner against Juventus in the final moments of the match!