He Is Too Fast!

Seeing Lin Feng dribble into the penalty area, the Brazil Team Goalkeeper was clearly starting to panic.

The opponent's speed was simply too fast; he had reached his doorstep in the blink of an eye, leaving him absolutely no time to prepare.

In his haste, he chose to rush out.

But it was clearly too late. By the time he charged out, Lin Feng had already adjusted his stride and rhythm, drawing his bow like an arrow, ready to strike!

With a loud bang, the football whistled through the air.

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

Facing such a high-quality strike, the Brazil Team Goalkeeper could only surrender.

"Goal!!!"

Inside the CCTV studio, the voice of Huang Jianxiang suddenly rose by eight octaves, his commentary sounding almost like a roar:

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

"1:0! We are leading the Brazil Team!"

Even after confirming the numbers on the scoreboard repeatedly, Huang Jianxiang still found it hard to believe.

The Brazil Team—that was the Brazil Team!

That was the goal the national team had dreamed of breaking through for years!

Even today, the memory of Zhao Junzhe hitting the crossbar during the World Cup three years ago still left many Chinese fans feeling bitter and unable to let go.

But today, they had actually broken through the very goal they had only ever dared to dream of.

"Someone pinch me, am I really not dreaming?"

"Don't you know if you're dreaming just by pinching yourself?"

"Hiss, that hurt like hell! This is definitely not a dream!"

"Damn, brother, you actually pinched me? You're a savage!"

"The China Youth Team is making us so proud! With this goal, staying up all night is absolutely worth it!"

"Worth it? This is like celebrating the New Year for the fans!"

"Haha, if the shops weren't closed, I'd go out and buy fireworks to celebrate right now!"

It was already past Three o'clock in the morning in China, yet the fans staying up to watch the game were all high-spirited, as if they had been injected with adrenaline.

It had been so many years; the fans of the national team hadn't felt this invigorated in a long time!

It really wasn't easy!

On the television, the replay of the goal was playing, and Huang Jianxiang's voice remained excited:

"Chen Tao's pass was excellent, providing the perfect lead, and Lin Feng did not let his teammate down. He reached the ball before the defender and completed the goal!"

"This 17-year-old youngster has only represented the China Youth Team twice, yet he has already helped the team score two goals. His appearance is like a gift from heaven to Chinese football!"

The moment Lin Feng scored, the stadium erupted like a volcanic eruption, completely boiling over.

The ten thousand-plus Chinese fans at the scene were beyond excited, waving their flags frantically and letting out unintelligible roars.

It wasn't just them; Lin Feng's teammates were no different.

Seeing Lin Feng complete the goal, they shouted at the top of their lungs and sprinted toward him like madmen.

"Well done!"

"Great shot!"

"Brother Lin is a beast!"

Everyone enthusiastically high-fived and hugged Lin Feng, while others draped their arms over his shoulders, patting his chest and back.

This goal came at the perfect time. Just as the Brazil Team's momentum was at its peak, it dealt them a heavy blow, crushing their arrogant spirit.

One could tell from the stunned faces of the Brazilian players that they had been hit hard.

The China Youth Team's sudden goal had caught the Brazil Team completely off guard.

When they were drawn against the China Youth Team, the Brazilians had been incredibly relaxed.

They were already considering their opponents for the semi-finals, seemingly not taking the China Youth Team seriously at all, assuming it would be an easy and pleasant victory.

Yet, reality had slapped them hard in the face!

They were actually trailing, and the ones they were trailing to were the very China Youth Team they had looked down upon!

In an instant, a raging fire ignited in the hearts of the Brazilian players.

Feeling as though they had suffered a great humiliation, they went mad, determined to fight the China Youth Team to the death.

The Brazil Team's discipline was never their strong suit, and now, blinded by rage, their play became even more disorganized.

After the match restarted, Brazil launched a massive offensive.

But in the face of the China Youth Team's increasingly steady and tight defense, they couldn't gain any advantage.

As the first half drew to a close, the Brazil Team players grew increasingly anxious, even beginning to abandon their teammates to go it alone.

However, this only gave the Youth National Team the opportunity to pick them off one by one.

In the 44th minute, Brazil Team midfielder Evandro attempted to force his way into the penalty area with the ball, only to be intercepted by the Youth National Team at the edge of the arc.

Youth National 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 adjusting his stance, Chen Tao immediately sent a long pass, looking for Lin Feng on the Wing Attack.

Lin Feng had already begun his counter-run the moment Feng Xiaoting intercepted the ball.

By the time Chen Tao made the pass, Lin Feng had reached his full speed, sprinting forward like a supercar.

Due to Lin Feng's previous goal, the Brazil Team had increased their defensive pressure on him.

The opposing fullback was keeping a constant eye on Lin Feng's movements, and at the moment Chen Tao passed the ball, he still held the advantage in positioning.

But as Lin Feng continued to accelerate, the Brazil Team fullback realized with despair that he was being left behind bit by bit.

In a panic, he reached out to grab Lin Feng's jersey, attempting to pull him down and use a tactical foul to break up the attack.

However, to his surprise, the jersey was so slick that he couldn't get a grip, and Lin Feng accelerated right out of his reach.

Although he didn't manage to pull Lin Feng down, he still managed to affect his stride.

Lin Feng stumbled, and his speed dropped significantly.

Even though Lin Feng quickly regained his balance and ramped his speed back up, that brief moment of hesitation gave the Brazil Team Center Back a chance to clear the ball.

Leonardo glanced at Lin Feng's position while striding forward with his Long Legs, sprinting toward the landing spot of the ball.

With no teammates left in front of him except for the Goalkeeper, he had to reach the ball first to control or clear it; he absolutely could not give the opponent a chance to receive it.

If the opponent managed to get the ball, they would likely face a repeat of what happened just a few minutes ago!

The Brazil Team was strong, but if they conceded two goals in the first half, their chances of winning this match would be slim to none.

Leonardo ran faster and faster, his feet practically kicking up dust!

He felt like this was the fastest he had ever run in his life.

Indeed, under immense pressure, a person can unleash their hidden potential.

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

Yet, just as he was busy reflecting, a red figure appeared right beside him.

Who is it?

Leonardo was shocked!

He turned his head and was stunned to discover that it was the Chinese team's Number 23!

It's him!

The opponent had been behind him just a moment ago; how did he catch up in the blink of an eye?

Leonardo's heart pounded with shock, and he was clearly panicked.

At this moment, the ball had landed right in front of them.

Leonardo didn't dare to try and control the ball at his feet; the position was too dangerous, and the consequences of losing possession would be unthinkable.

So, without a second thought, he swung his Long Legs, aiming to kick the ball and clear it directly from outside the penalty area.

Leonardo's kicking motion looked cool, but his fall looked pathetic.

That's right, he swung and missed!

Lin Feng had poked the ball away a split second earlier!

It's over!

Everything is over!

In the instant he hit the ground, Leonardo's mind went completely blank.