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Chapter 337 Ling Feng's First Start
At 15 o'clock in the afternoon of BJ time, the 1/8 match of the World Youth Championship was held at the Olympic Stadium in Melbourne, which can accommodate 10 fans.

The audience has long been occupied by red oceans and yellow oceans.

The Chinese team ushered in the strongest opponent Turkey has ever seen. In the past contests, the Chinese team has never defeated their opponents, and we will wait and see whether they can get rid of their shame today.

On that day, China’s domestic ratings all soared. This is the fourth time that the Chinese team has broken into the quarter-finals, and it is also the best result in history. They have brought fresh blood to the national youth team, and this year's several new players have made the national youth team's strength rise a lot.

The head coach of the national youth team, Li Ming, said before the game that in this game, we must play the momentum of the Chinese team, be unyielding, and win the opponent.

As a result, the atmosphere in the arena was extremely high, with banners saying "China must win" everywhere.

Seeing the fans cheering and jumping for joy, the Chinese team members are united as one, with high morale,

"squeak"

With the whistle of the referee, the match between China VS Turkey officially started.

In China, hundreds of millions of fans are watching this game. The victories of the previous games have given fans hope of victory. Even if it is Turkey, the strong player in Europe, the fans have confidence, because this year's national youth team is really strong.

Far away in Santander, Europe, the lights were still on in a dormitory of the Santander club. Yang Luo and a group of four were sitting in front of a computer, concentrating on watching the match of the Chinese team.

Yang Luo looked very serious. Before the game, when he saw the familiar figure appearing on the field, he was extremely shocked. It was his former classmate and former teammate. When he appeared on the field wearing the jersey of the national team When it happened, Yang Luo was extremely excited.

When the national anthem was played, Yang Luo stood up solemnly, and together with the soldiers of the national team, put his right hand on his chest, and sang the song sung by hundreds of millions of fans at the same time, which was tragic and indignant.

The blood in Yang Luo's heart has been mobilized with the atmosphere of the scene, and amazing strength is exuded from his whole body.

"Yang Luo, why do you care about your own country's team? I haven't heard you say that before." Andy fiddled with the computer, but didn't care about it. Now that the game started, he asked.

Donggu thought this question was stupid, so he knocked Andy on the head and said: "You are stupid, people care about their own country, what's wrong, do you need to ask?" After speaking, Donggu turned to look at Yang Luo, Asked: "I said it is not ah."

After the song ended, Yang Luo sat down slowly, staring at the screen and said: "Well, this is also one reason, in fact, the main reason is that my teammates are on top."

"what!"

Andy, Donggu, and Santander were taken aback, staring at the screen at the same time.

"Which one?" Andy asked anxiously.

"number 17."

Yang Luo stared at the screen.

On the screen, a strong and handsome man is galloping on the court. His steps are light and his frequency is fast. Especially his eyes emit a sharp light, making opponents daunting.

"Looks good," Sandro said.

Yang Luo glanced at Sandro, then looked at the screen, and said softly, "That's my goal."

This sentence made everyone amazed. Now Yang Luo's ability is very outstanding. Everyone is not a fool. Yang Luo is only 16 years old, and his plasticity is not ordinary. With his ability, Santander is definitely not the ultimate goal. Indeed, the European giants are his ultimate affiliation. Such a player actually has a goal to fight for, so how strong is this goal! ! !
Thinking of this, everyone looked at the screen again in unison.

Turkey's strength is very strong, whether it is the team as a whole or the individual players, the strength is much higher than that of the Chinese team.

Yang Luo didn't know the main lineup of the Chinese team, but he saw two familiar figures on the field, one was Ling Feng, and the other was goalkeeper Nie Long.

During the Campus Cup, Nie Long tried to keep 132 goals without conceding. It was not until he met himself that he broke the myth of not scoring.

Now in the World Youth Championship, Yang Luo is looking forward to whether he can continue to refresh the myth.

At the beginning of the game, Turkey took the lead in serving.

The inverted foot near the midfield allowed Turkey to firmly control the ball at its own feet. The two forwards of the Chinese team were always fighting in the frontcourt, but the effect was not good, and the ball was still passed between the opposing players.

Although this is a 1/8 match, Turkey does not take the Chinese team seriously. Whether it is the historical record or the strength of the players of the two sides, there is a gap. From the data point of view, Turkey's winning percentage in this game It's still a bit bigger, so they're not worried.

But underestimating the enemy on the court is fatal.

Just as the Turkish midfielder was passing the ball, a figure in the frontcourt suddenly started. The speed was so fast that the fans in the audience were all excited. Even the head coach of the Chinese team, Li Ming, stood up.

Ling Feng quickly put in a kick to break the ball, without stopping, he sprinted quickly with the ball.

Ling Feng is an all-round player. His body, speed, and technique are all among the best in the National Youth Team. So after dribbling the ball, all the players on the national team's bench stood up.

Ling Feng took the ball and sprinted quickly, like a shooting star appeared on the court.

"Ling Feng, shoot, shoot." Yang Luo's heart was suddenly pulled up and he shouted loudly.

Ling Feng seemed to have heard Yang Luo's call, and shot furiously from the penalty area. The angle of the shot was extremely tricky, and it went straight through several defenders and flew straight to the dead corner of the goal.

"Come in, come in" Yang Lu stood up and shouted loudly.

At the scene, Li Ming, the head coach of the Chinese team, shouted excitedly: "Join Jin."

With a "bang", the goalkeeper flew to save the punch and sent the ball flying out of the field, saving the opponent's attack from danger.

Watching the ball fly out of bounds, there were sighs outside the court.

Ling Feng's decisive insertion and steal this time made everyone's blood boil. If he can score a goal, it will be beautiful.

And this goal made the entire Turkish team breathe a sigh of relief. It was too dangerous just now, and the goal was just a little bit. If the opponent scored first, it would be a joke.

"Crack-crack-crack"

At this time, the head coach Li Ming outside the court clapped his hands and shouted loudly: "Very good, very good, let's play like this,"

Ling Feng sweated, glanced at the opponent's goal, turned around and ran towards the midfield.

Just now, Ling Feng handled the ball very well. Sandro nodded and praised: "The speed and awareness are good, and the kick at the goal is also very decisive. Your teammate is very strong."

Donggu also expressed his own evaluation: "As a striker, speed and body are the key. This No. 17 has both, which is amazing."

Being able to get high praise from the two talented players of La Masia shows that Ling Feng's strength is indeed very strong.

At this time, the phone on Yang Luo's bed became restless again.

(End of this chapter)