"South Korea made a mistake!"
"What a chance—they've won the ball! A Chinese team counterattack!"
Inside China Central Television's broadcast studio, the commentator's tone changed noticeably.
Meanwhile, fans of the Chinese team who had traveled with the team to Daejeon World Cup Stadium responded with even more fervent cheers.
After winning the ball, Lin Feng immediately accelerated into a full sprint!
South Korea's number 13 charged forward, trying to stop Lin Feng.
The Korean had already accepted that he might have to foul him, even take a card. As long as he could slow down the Chinese team's attack even a little and buy time for his teammates to get back on defense, the price would be worth paying.
But Lin Feng gave him no such chance. Seeing Kim Dong-jin charging at him, Lin Feng merely shifted his dribbling path slightly to the right and avoided the collision.
Kim Dong-jin used every ounce of strength he had, trying to catch Lin Feng, only to realize in despair that the harder he chased, the farther behind he fell.
He had missed his only chance to foul him. Now, he could only trail helplessly behind Lin Feng.
After shaking off Kim Dong-jin, the space in front of Lin Feng suddenly opened up.
The only players left in his way were South Korea's two Center Backs, retreating in long strides.
Ahead and to Lin Feng's right, Xie Hui, the National Football Team's only forward on the pitch, was still sprinting hard. His presence helped keep one opposing defender occupied.
At that moment, the Chinese team had created a favorable two-on-two situation in the frontcourt.
For South Korea, forced into defending, the situation was extremely difficult. Lin Feng was simply too fast, rapidly closing the distance between himself and South Korea's number 3 defender,