King Of World Football

Chapter 490: Miracle

Chapter 490: Miracle

When Wang Feng took the free kick, countless Chinese fans couldn't help but celebrate in advance. The ball's trajectory was mysterious, the force perfect, easily bypassing the wall and almost reaching the dead corner.

But at this moment, Casillas' palm appeared in the field of view, firmly blocking the ball, like the palm of the Buddha that couldn't be surpassed, making people sigh with frustration.

Seeing the excellent shot fail, Wang Feng fell to his knees in pain, pounding the ground with his fist. A sense of powerlessness gradually rose in his heart. Was this their limit? Would they fall again before the finals?

Clearly, both his form and strength had improved. He was unwilling. How many years did one have in their life? By the time he participated in the World Cup again, he would be 31 years old. It was unknown if the Chinese team could maintain this level.

Cruyff, Van Basten, Zico, Platini, Roberto Baggio, countless football superstars had exhausted their careers and still couldn't win this supreme trophy, indicating its preciousness and rarity.

The Chinese superstar slowly stood up, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Fight until the last second, even if it meant death, they would stand tall!

"The game has entered injury time, and the score on the field is still 0-1, with China trailing. The fourth referee just announced that there will be 4 minutes of injury time."

"The Spanish players have started to frequently pass the ball in the midfield and backfield. They don't have the desire to further expand the score. We can see that China hasn't given up. Wang Feng and Dong Fangzhuo keep pressing, I... I..." Zhang Jun's voice choked with emotion.

At this moment, the entire Chinese midfield pressed forward, almost being pierced through by Spain. If Pedro hadn't been a bit lazy in his thinking, not carrying the ball forward immediately, they would have sealed the victory by now.

In the 92nd minute, with the help of several teammates, Zheng Zhi successfully intercepted the ball. He immediately found Wang Feng nearby. At this moment, all the players had only one thought in their hearts: fight for the ball and then pass it to Wang Feng!

Naturally, Spain understood this truth. Three defensive players surrounded the Chinese superstar. As he turned his back to control the ball, Alonso immediately rushed forward.

Wang Feng flicked the ball with his right foot and, at the same time, raised his arm to block Alonso, facing another defender, Pique. He lightly pushed the ball through Pique's legs with the sole of his foot and explosively burst past him to chase the ball.

In the blink of an eye, the Chinese superstar broke through the encirclement and entered the penalty area. At this moment, Ramos and Puyol rushed to defend. Wang Feng moved sideways, looking for an opportunity to shoot.

In front of the goal, Casillas stared intently ahead. The Spaniards were very familiar with Wang Feng's various shooting techniques. If they could block this attack, the Chinese team would be done for!

Puyol failed to keep up with Wang Feng's elusive footwork. There was an opening, he should shoot now. It should be a shot with his left foot to the far post, yes, definitely!

A look of horror appeared in Casillas' eyes because the Chinese superstar, after slightly lifting his left foot and then suddenly dropping it, used the tip of his right foot. After circling around the left foot to hit the ball, shooting a delicate shot towards the near post! The ball grazed the inside of the post and entered the goal, and Casillas' block was slightly late.

"Goal! Goal! Goal! Goal! Goal! Goal! Goal! Goal! A miracle has happened! Wang Feng has summoned a miracle!"

After scoring, the Chinese superstar looked up to the sky and roared, while Ramos shook his head continuously and Casillas lay on the ground with empty eyes.

"The relentless efforts of the Chinese team before the end of the game, Wang Feng's never-give-up attitude, have brought this golden goal! Now we have equalized the score!"

"Let's review the moment of life and death. The Chinese superstar received a long pass, controlled the ball, turned, and dribbled through smoothly, breaking through the encirclement before Spain could completely lock it down."

"Sideways movement to find a shooting opportunity, seizing the fleeting chance, Wang Feng used an imaginative shot with his right foot, catching Casillas off guard."

"In this game, the Spanish goalkeeper seemed to anticipate all of Wang Feng's shots, but couldn't anticipate this one because it was too sudden and too tricky!"

"The game is about to enter extra time. This is the first extra time match encountered by the Chinese team in this World Cup. It will be a big test for both the players' physical fitness and mentality."

"At present, Alhan has used all the substitutions, while Bosque has one left. This is also a disadvantageous situation for us. Keep fighting, heroes!"

Of course, Wang Feng knew that entering extra time was very dangerous. Many teammates had reached their limits in terms of physical fitness. Once Spain increased their intensity, mistakes were inevitable.

He glanced silently at the electronic scoreboard. They had celebrated for almost 1 minute just now. After the kick-off, the referee would probably give at most 1 minute before blowing the final whistle, which meant both sides had one last chance to attack.

So the Chinese superstar found Chen Tao, Gao Lin, and Dong Fangzhuo, who had better physical fitness. "After the kickoff, Spain will most likely pass back to their defenders, they won't organize an attack but will waste time instead."

"What you need to do is to press forward with all your strength, intercept their passing lanes, and create chaos. Even if they pass back to the goalkeeper, you must press forward."

"Only leave Iniesta as the pivot to guide the ball, I will deal with him personally. Success or failure lies in this move!" The teammates looked at each other, surprised that the Chinese superstar still wanted to attack at this moment. Trusting him, they nodded and decided to give it one more try.

As expected, after Spain's kick-off, they didn't immediately organize an attack but passed the ball back to waste time. Seeing four Chinese players pressing forward, they subconsciously believed in their passing skills even more. Therefore, instead of clearing the ball with a long kick, they engaged in some passing play.

Sure enough, after experiencing several passes back, the ball smoothly reached Iniesta's feet, who was free. As he was about to control it, Wang Feng suddenly approached. Memories of past failures in club matches flooded Iniesta's mind, and he suddenly panicked.

"I'll take the ball from you!" Wang Feng suddenly shouted, making Iniesta uneasy and wanting to quickly get rid of the "trouble" at his feet. The Chinese superstar kept his eyes on his movements, preemptively predicting the direction of the pass.

Stretched out his leg, intercepted! At this moment, Zhang Jun, who had been talking endlessly analyzing the situation in extra time, suddenly widened his eyes: "Hey hey, the Chinese team has intercepted the ball in the opponent's half! Wang Feng intercepted Iniesta and is charging towards the penalty area. Look at this!"

"Spain is quickly retreating to defend. What will he do? Shoot directly! It's a goal! I saw it, it's a goal! In the last minute of injury time, the Chinese team has scored again!"

The Chinese superstar quickly ran to the corner flag area, roaring towards the stands, tightly holding the red flag in front of his chest with his right hand. Countless fans went crazy, responding with even more intense cheers, almost wishing they could lift Wang Feng up on the spot.

The fans couldn't do that, but the substitute teammates and staff on the sidelines couldn't help themselves. They surrounded Wang Feng, tossing him up and catching him.

No one urged them to stop their extravagant celebration because the time on the field had reached 94 minutes. This was a truly decisive goal!

Iniesta lay on the ground in despair, crying, Casillas squatted dumbfounded on the goal line, Puyol simply lay on his back looking up at the sky. The night sky in South Africa was really beautiful, but unfortunately, it no longer belonged to the matadors tonight. For them, this was probably a game they would never want to remember again!