He Was Too Fast!

When Lin Feng dribbled into the penalty area, Brazil's goalkeeper clearly started to panic.

The opponent was simply too fast. In the blink of an eye, he had charged right in front of him, leaving him no time to prepare at all.

In his haste, he chose to come off his line.

But he was obviously too late. As he rushed out, Lin Feng had already adjusted his steps and rhythm, drawn back his bow, and prepared to shoot!

With a thunderous bang, the football whistled away.

Lin Feng's shot was fast, powerful, and aimed at an incredibly tricky angle.

Faced with such a high-quality shot, Brazil's goalkeeper could only surrender helplessly.

"The ball is in!!!"

Inside China Central Television's studio, Huang Jianxiang's voice suddenly rose several octaves as he nearly roared his commentary:

"In the 37th minute of the first half, the Chinese team has scored the first goal of the match! The scorer is National Football Team left midfielder Lin Feng!"

"1-0! We're leading Brazil!"

Even after repeatedly checking the score on the board, Huang Jianxiang still found it hard to believe.

Brazil—it was Brazil!

That was a goal the National Football Team had dreamed of breaking through!

Even now, Zhao Junzhe's shot off the crossbar at the World Cup three years ago still haunted many Chinese fans, leaving them unable to let it go for a long time.

But today, they had actually broken through the goal they had dreamed of conquering.

"Someone pinch me. Am I really not dreaming?"

"If you want to know whether you're dreaming, just pinch yourself."

"Hiss! That hurt like hell! This definitely isn't a fucking dream!"

"Damn, bro, you actually pinched yourself? You're hardcore!"

"China Youth Team has brought us so much glory! With that goal, staying up tonight was absolutely worth it!"

"More than worth it! This is practically New Year's for the fans!"

"Haha, if the shops outside weren't closed, I'd definitely go buy some fireworks and firecrackers to celebrate!"

It was already past three in the morning in China, yet the fans who had stayed up to watch were all wide awake, as if they had been pumped full of adrenaline.

How many years had it been? National Football Team fans had not felt this fired up in a very long time!

It really hadn't been easy!

The television was replaying the goal, while Huang Jianxiang's voice remained just as excited:

"Chen Tao's pass was excellent. He put plenty of lead on it, and Lin Feng did not let down his teammate's expectations. He reached the ball ahead of the defender and finished it!"

"This seventeen-year-old youngster has played only twice for China Youth Team, yet he has already helped the team score two goals. His appearance is like a gift from heaven to Chinese football!"

The instant Lin Feng scored, the stadium erupted like a volcano, completely swept up in frenzy.

More than ten thousand National Football Team fans who had come to the stadium were beside themselves with excitement, desperately waving the flags in their hands and letting out incoherent roars.

And it was not just them. Lin Feng's teammates were no better.

The moment they saw Lin Feng score, they raised their arms and cheered as they charged toward him like madmen.

"Beautiful!"

"What a shot!"

"Brother Lin is awesome!"

Everyone enthusiastically high-fived and hugged Lin Feng. Some threw their arms around his shoulders, patting his chest and back.

That goal had come at exactly the right time. With Brazil's attack in full swing, it dealt them a crushing blow and severely dampened their arrogance.

One look at the stunned Brazilian players showed just how badly they had been rattled.

China Youth Team's sudden goal had greatly exceeded Brazil's expectations.

When they had drawn China Youth Team as their opponent, everyone in Brazil had been completely relaxed.

They had even been considering their semifinal opponent, as if they had not taken China Youth Team seriously at all. They had all believed this would be an easy, pleasant victory.

Yet reality had slapped them viciously across the face!

They were actually behind, and behind against the China Youth Team they had looked down on!

In an instant, blazing fury flared up in the Brazilian players' hearts.

As though they had suffered some unbearable humiliation, every one of them went mad and prepared to fight China Youth Team to the death.

Brazil's discipline had never been particularly strong, and now that rage had clouded their minds, they played with even less discipline.

After the match restarted, Brazil launched a massive attack.

But against China Youth Team's increasingly steady and airtight defense, they gained no advantage at all.

As less and less time remained in the first half, Brazil's players grew more anxious. Some even began abandoning their teammates and trying to do it all themselves.

But that gave China Youth Team the chance to pick them apart one by one.

In the 44th minute, Brazil's midfielder Evandro tried to force his way into the penalty area with the ball, only to be intercepted by China Youth Team at the top of the arc.

China Youth Team captain Feng Xiaoting quickly passed the ball to Chen Tao, who had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time.

After receiving the ball and making a quick adjustment, he sent another long pass toward Lin Feng on the wing.

Lin Feng had already started his run in the opposite direction the moment Feng Xiaoting won the ball.

By the time Chen Tao made the pass, he had fully accelerated and shot forward like a supercar.

Because of Lin Feng's previous goal, Brazil had stepped up its marking of him.

Their fullback was watching Lin Feng's movements closely. When Chen Tao made the pass, he still held the positional advantage.

But as Lin Feng continued accelerating, Brazil's fullback discovered in despair that he was being left farther and farther behind.

In his panic, he reached out and grabbed Lin Feng's jersey, trying to pull him down and stop the attack with a tactical foul.

But to his surprise, Lin Feng's jersey was soaked and slippery. He tugged at it but failed to pull him back, and Lin Feng instead broke free by accelerating.

Although he failed to bring Lin Feng down, he still affected Lin Feng's run to some extent.

Lin Feng staggered slightly, and his speed dropped considerably.

Although Lin Feng quickly regained his balance and rapidly accelerated again.

That brief delay had given Brazil's center-back the chance to clear the ball.

Leonardo glanced sideways at Lin Feng's position as he stretched his long legs and sprinted toward where the ball would land.

Apart from the goalkeeper, there were no other teammates ahead of him. He had to win this ball, either controlling it or clearing it away. He absolutely could not let the opponent receive it.

If the opponent got to the ball first, they could very well face the same scene from a few minutes earlier!

Brazil was strong, but if they conceded two goals in the first half, their chances of winning this match would be extremely slim.

Leonardo ran faster and faster, as if the wind were rising beneath his feet!

He felt that this was the fastest he had ever run.

Sure enough, under immense pressure, people could unleash their potential.

He wanted to remember this feeling so he could break through his limits in the future.

But just as he was absorbed in that realization, a red figure appeared beside him.

Who was that?

Leonardo was stunned!

Turning his head, he was shocked to discover that it was China's number 23!

It was him!

He had just been behind him. How had he caught up in the blink of an eye?

Leonardo was deeply shaken and clearly panicking.

The ball had already hit the ground, right in front of them.

Leonardo did not dare control the ball at his feet. This position was far too dangerous; if he lost possession, the consequences would be unimaginable.

So without a second thought, he swung his long leg at the ball, intending to clear it directly outside the penalty area.

Leonardo's swinging posture looked impressive, but the way he fell was utterly embarrassing.

That was right—he had completely missed the ball!

Lin Feng had poked the ball away a step ahead of him!

It was over!

Everything was over!

The instant he fell, Leonardo's mind went completely blank.