After scoring, Lin Feng transformed into an impassioned warrior, waving his fists, his eyes gleaming with firm resolve. He constantly encouraged his teammates with a loud and powerful voice: "It's time to show the teams in Turkey what we're made of! We didn't come here to lose; we came to win!"
Every word he spoke was like a burning flame, igniting the fighting spirit in his teammates' hearts. Infected by Lin Feng's passion, they all puffed out their chests, clenched their fists, and prepared to launch another fierce attack.
Lin Feng continued to inspire his teammates: "We must keep pushing and not stop! Victory in this match is within reach; we must fight to the end together!" His eyes sparkled with the light of victory, as if he could already see the moment the match would end.
After equalizing, Villarreal was like a roused lion. Their offensive momentum grew fiercer, surging towards Ankaraspor's goal in wave after wave. Every player was as sharp as an arrowhead, weaving across the field, searching for opportunities to score.
Ankaraspor's penalty area instantly became the eye of a storm, fraught with danger. Although their defenders fought with all their might, they seemed somewhat overwhelmed by Villarreal's relentless assault. Each clearance was like a struggle against fate, but the ball always stubbornly found a gap, continuing to fly towards the goal.
Villarreal's players' faces were etched with determination and resolve, their eyes gleaming with a thirst for victory. They constantly passed and moved, looking for the best shooting opportunities. Ankaraspor's players, on the other hand, were on the defensive, tirelessly trying to withstand wave after wave of attacks.
In the 89th minute of the match, the fourth official on the sidelines was ready, the stoppage time board in his hand poised to be raised. The atmosphere in the entire stadium was at its peak tension, every second seemingly stretched infinitely. In the second half, although Villarreal had made a thrilling comeback to equalize, every player's heart burned with a desire for victory; they hoped to take home those precious three points from Turkey.
Lin Feng stood on the sidelines, his gaze fixed on the scoreboard. He knew that time was running out, and every moment was crucial. At this point, Villarreal earned a corner kick, which was undoubtedly their last chance to turn the tide.
Lin Feng resolutely entered the penalty area, with only one thought in his mind—to take a gamble! He deeply understood the importance of this corner kick and his responsibility. He stood in the penalty area, his eyes firm, ready to sprint.
Captain Bruno Soriano stood at the corner flag. He took a deep breath and sent the ball high into the air. The ball arced gracefully through the air, heading straight for the penalty area. Lin Feng kept his eyes on the ball, feeling his heartbeat accelerate in sync with the rhythm of the match.
Just as the ball was about to fly into the penalty area, Lin Feng suddenly exerted force, leaping high. His body shot towards the ball like an arrow released from a bow. He activated his powerful header skill, a flicked header, and the ball traced a sharp trajectory through the air, heading straight for the top corner of the goal.
Although the goalkeeper reacted quickly, the ball's speed was too fast and the angle too tricky. He could only watch helplessly as the ball slipped through his fingertips and slammed into the net.
Game-winner!
The moment the goal was scored, the entire Villarreal team seemed to be suddenly released from a suffocating darkness. The tension and solemnity on the players' faces were instantly replaced by joy and excitement. Lin Feng stood on the field, his eyes sparkling with emotion, as if a raging fire was burning in his chest. He couldn't help but let out a loud shout, his voice filled with the pride of victory.
Immediately after, Lin Feng rushed towards the substitutes' bench like an arrow released from a bow. His teammates, unable to contain their excitement, came forward to meet him. They embraced tightly, their bodies seemingly merging as one, sharing the joy of victory. Cheers and screams rose and fell, echoing through the stadium, forming a symphony of triumph.
Coach Escribá also came over, his face beaming with a proud and gratified smile. He extended his arms and embraced Lin Feng tightly. Their embrace seemed to convey an invisible strength, an affirmation of their hard work and an anticipation of many more victories in the future.
Members of the coaching staff also joined the celebration. They shook hands and hugged the players one by one, sharing this hard-won joy. Some coaches were moved to tears, knowing the hardships and efforts behind this victory.
After a brief celebration, Coach Escribá's brow furrowed slightly. He looked around, his eyes revealing composure and calmness. He clapped his hands, signaling the players to return to the field. Although the players were still exhilarated, they quickly re-formed and prepared to continue the match.
Escribá walked in front of the players, his gaze sweeping over each player's face, as if assessing their condition. He took a deep breath and said in a firm voice: "Lads, the match isn't over yet. I know you're excited now, but we must stay calm and finish the rest of the game."
He paused, his gaze falling on Lin Feng, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes: "You've played exceptionally well today, and I'm proud of you. However, victory isn't truly ours yet; we still need to keep working hard."
The players all nodded, indicating understanding. They knew the Head Coach was right; the match was not over, and they could not let their guard down.
Escribá patted Lin Feng on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Lin Feng, you played exceptionally well today. Keep up this form."
Lin Feng smiled slightly, his eyes sparkling with confidence: "Thank you, Head Coach, I will."
Escribá nodded, then turned to all the players and said: "Alright, lads, go finish the rest of the match. Then, we'll celebrate together!"