King Of World Football

Chapter 29: Unwilling

After losing the third goal, the home fans were all silent, but seeing Wang Feng panting and running towards the center line with the ball, many fans' eyes were red, and they shouted "Come on, Wang, come on, Genk"

Some fans even sang the team song. Gradually, more fans joined in. They sang more and more neatly, louder and louder. Their voices soared into the sky, and the stars in the night sky seemed to tremble.

This scene shocked the fans and players of the visiting team. The head coach Antonis on the sidelines had a sore nose. He is back, all back, the glory of the past, the team spirit of Genk, all back!

The game restarted. In the 84th minute, Karl Bass, Caspar Blanche and Wang Feng passed consecutively. The ball quickly came to the top of the penalty area. Blanche passed it diagonally to Adrian Gay on the left. Gail used a beautiful crotch ball to pass and successfully entered the penalty area.

Gale, who entered the penalty area, was blocked by two defensive players, and calmly picked a pass to the back point. Wang Feng clearly felt that his position was a bit forward, and it was not easy to grab a point to threaten the goal.

Wang Feng's body reacted subconsciously. He leaped high, leaned back, stretched his right leg upwards, turned his head downwards and feet upwards, and successfully shot a goal with the instep of his right foot.

"Golden hook upside down! The ball went in! Unexpectedly, Wang Feng made another high-profile shot. The Anderlecht goalkeeper was caught off guard and could only watch the ball go into the net. In the 84th minute, Genk marked a goal. 2:3!"

Wang Feng, who was trying this kind of action for the first time, fell hard to the ground, and his back ached. But he didn't care about it that much, he quickly looked back, and only smiled when he saw the ball hit the net.

But soon he struggled to get up, instead of scoring a goal to celebrate, he ran to the opponent's goal to pick up the ball, and then ran back to the midfield to put it down. The teammates who wanted to gather around to celebrate also dispersed silently, waiting for the opponent to start.

The Anderlecht players were also a little flustered at this time, they had no choice but to keep passing the ball in the backcourt to delay the time, but Wang Feng was still running tirelessly, and he would never give up until the last moment.

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The time has come to the last minute of stoppage time, and the referee frequently looks at his watch, ready to stop the game at any time. At this time, Bess successfully snatched the ball by cooperating with Wang Feng's defense.

He hurriedly made a diagonal pass to the right, and Wang Feng hurriedly followed. His legs seemed to be filled with lead, but he still staggered and grabbed the ball ahead of the defenders.

Then, relying on continuous fake spikes, he successfully passed the defender and crossed into the penalty area. However, at this time, his physical strength usage was too high, and he was a little unstable, the opportunity was fleeting.

At the critical moment, he kicked decisively to hit the goal. The ball flew over the defender's outstretched leg, brushed the tip of the goalkeeper's open palm, and went straight to the goal.

At this time, the audience on the field held their breath and prayed silently in their hearts. The coaches on the sidelines and the players on the field focused all their minds on the speeding ball.

"Bang!", the ball hit the door frame heavily and bounced out. The defensive player who arrived hurriedly cleared the siege and kicked the ball towards Genk's backcourt.

'Beep——" The referee also blew the whistle at this time to end the game.

After the Anderlecht players heard the referee's whistle, they let out a deep breath of relief, and then celebrated happily, 3:2, they defeated Genk with difficulty!

Wang Feng stared blankly at the door frame, the noisy voice in his ear seemed to be getting farther and farther away, the goal was missed, and he still lost!

Not reconciled, really not reconciled, if his physical strength was better, the technical action just now will not be deformed, this is a must for him.

If you can give him another ten minutes, no, five minutes, he will definitely launch another attack, this time he will definitely do better and score again.

It's a pity that there is no if, and if you lose, you lose. At some point, his eyes were red, and his vision gradually blurred.

At this time, a tall figure appeared in front of him, awakening Wang Feng who was in grief. He saw the Czech in front of him, looking at him with encouragement.

Taking a deep breath, Wang Feng said loudly, "You won, next time I must win!"

The bald Czech sighed helplessly: "You are so greedy, I am already 27 years old, the future is yours, and you want to take it away even now."

"Enjoy your failure. Your career is just getting started. To be honest, I've just reached my peak, but compared to you, I feel like I'm old."

Jan Kohler said with a smile: "Let's exchange jerseys, future superstars."

The match against Anderlecht had been over for three days. On the Genk training ground, a boy with yellow skin and black hair was running round and round. It was Wang Feng who was training extra.

Due to the match day of the national team, the next round of the league will be held in two weeks. The team gave the players a holiday, only Wang Feng has been training extra.

There was a fire in his heart, and the last game exposed his major shortcomings, the first of which was physical fitness. Although Wang Feng's physical fitness has never been a problem, it's because the competition intensity of the regular leagues is not high. If he goes to the five major leagues or even European competitions, his physical fitness will not be enough.

So Wang Feng found a trainer in the team and wanted to train more physically. The trainer was very helpless. Wang Feng's physical fitness was already beyond the standard for his age, so he had no choice but to persuade him: "Wang, there is absolutely no problem with your physical fitness. As you grow older, as long as you don't slack off regular exercises, Physical fitness will also improve rapidly."

How could Wang Feng not know that. He is still in the stage of growing his body. But his keen senses told him that there is still a lot of room for development in this body, and there will be no permanent hidden injuries due to additional training.

Neither of the two could convince the other, so they had to discuss with the head coach and the team manager. The head coach Aimee Antonis firmly opposed Wang Feng's additional training: "You don't know what this means, Wang, this will overdraw your potential, I will never allow it."

Looking at the serious old man in front of him, Wang Feng was a little moved, but he couldn't say it, his intuition told him that he could train mor. No, even if he said it, Antonis probably wouldn't believe it.

The team manager's attitude is more ambiguous. He hopes that Wang Feng will perform better, whether it is to compete for the championship or sell him, it will be more beneficial to the team.

Several parties discussed for a long time, and finally came up with a compromise plan. Wang Feng began to increase his physical fitness, but the team doctor needed to check his body regularly to prevent hidden injuries.

In this way, the trainer carefully arranged sprint training for Wang Feng, jogging for one minute and then sprinting for 30 seconds, doing 20 consecutive sets as a round. He thought that Wang Feng would not be able to do a complete round at first, but he insisted on finishing it.

From then on, after Wang Feng had trained his football skills, he would practice sprint running. In just three days, he was able to complete a round and a half consecutively.

The team doctor also gave Wang Feng a comprehensive examination as agreed, and the results showed that apart from a little fatigue, there was no problem. Wang Feng's body was still growing step by step.

This made coach Antonis feel what kind of monster he had coached, and after he had fully grown up, no one in football would be able to match him.