Facing Ankaraspor's high press, Lin Feng, as a defender, did not panic; instead, he appeared exceptionally calm. This scenario was one he had rehearsed countless times in the virtual training system. He knew that when confronted with the opponent's tight marking, only by maintaining composure could he find the key to breaking the deadlock.
As the opposing forward pounced like a hungry wolf, attempting to steal the ball, Lin Feng was already prepared. He smiled faintly, gave the ball a light flick with his foot, and it, as if endowed with spirit, gracefully slipped past one forward's foot and rolled towards a teammate on the other side.
The opposing forwards lunged in vain, expressions of astonishment on their faces. They looked at Lin Feng in disbelief, seemingly unable to comprehend how this defender remained so calm under such intense pressure. Their eyes were filled with confusion and frustration, as if stunned by Lin Feng's composure and skill.
However, Lin Feng did not stop there. He was like a conductor, calmly orchestrating the team's offense on the field. He gently tapped the ball with the back of his foot again, and it, as if receiving an instruction, flew lightly to a teammate's feet.
Then, with another precise long pass, he accurately delivered the ball into the running path of another teammate.
Under Lin Feng's control, the ball seemed to transform into an obedient sprite, skillfully weaving between teammates on the field. The opposing forwards, meanwhile, ran in vain, attempting to find an opportunity to intercept, but each time they could only watch helplessly as the ball slipped past them.
As the match progressed, Ankaraspor's players gradually began to realize that their high-press tactic seemed completely ineffective against Lin Feng. They started to feel anxious and helpless, while Lin Feng grew stronger, stabilizing his team with precise passes one after another.
As the match deepened, Ankaraspor's attacking players appeared increasingly outmatched by Lin Feng's clever passing. They attempted to steal the ball repeatedly, but each time they could only watch helplessly as it slipped away from their feet. Lin Feng, like an elegant dancer, weaved effortlessly across the field, toying with his opponents with his passes, leaving them scrambling.
Lin Feng keenly sensed the opponent's fatigue; he knew the opportunity had quietly arrived. His gaze quickly scanned the field, searching for the next passing target. Suddenly, his eyes fixed on Castillejo, who was making a diagonal run in the distance—a winger of extreme speed and impact.
Lin Feng took a deep breath, adjusting his rhythm. He struck the ball with force, and it arced beautifully through the air, heading straight for Castillejo. The ball's speed was immense, yet its curve was perfectly controlled, as if it possessed a spirit.
Ankaraspor's defenders, seeing this, rushed forward to head the ball away. However, they were astonished to find that the ball, instead, curved mysteriously through the air, cleverly arcing over their heads and directly to Castillejo's feet.
Castillejo received the ball accurately, a thrilled smile on his face. He quickly adjusted his position, ready to launch an attack. Ankaraspor's players, meanwhile, fell into a brief panic; they hadn't expected Lin Feng's pass to be so precise and deceptive.
Castillejo, after receiving Lin Feng's incredibly precise pass, instantly launched like an arrow from a bow, dashing into Ankaraspor's penalty area with lightning speed. His figure traced a bolt-like trajectory across the grass, dazzling the eyes.
Ankaraspor's defense, at this moment, seemed to be swept by a sudden storm, and the players' faces showed expressions of panic and tension.
Because he was simply too fast; once he picked up speed, he was almost unstoppable.
Moreover, they were now in the sensitive area of the penalty box, where any mistake could lead to conceding a goal.
The defenders exchanged glances, their hearts filled with helplessness and anxiety. They knew that against a forward like Castillejo, any rash lunge could become his breakthrough point. They could only cautiously maintain their positions, trying to block Castillejo's attacking route with their eyes and tacit understanding.
However, Castillejo was like a cunning leopard, weaving agilely within the penalty area, constantly changing direction and rhythm, attempting to find an opportunity to score. His eyes gleamed with a sharp light, as if he had already locked onto the goal.
Ankaraspor's players could only watch helplessly as Castillejo ran rampant in the penalty area, unable to mount an effective defense. Their hearts were filled with helplessness and frustration, as if they had already foreseen the imminent goal.
At this highly anticipated moment, Castillejo finally seized the opportunity to score. He instantly accelerated, like an agile leopard, darting towards the goal. Facing Ankaraspor's pressing defender, he cleverly used body feints, easily evading his opponent's defense.
Immediately after, Castillejo adjusted his stride, took a full-powered shot! The ball, like a cannonball, whistled through the air, cutting through the atmosphere, and flew straight into the top corner of the goal. At this moment, the entire stadium seemed to fall silent, all eyes focused on the rapidly spinning ball.
Ankaraspor's goalkeeper reacted quickly; he leaped with all his might, spreading his arms, trying to push the ball out with all his strength. However, the ball's speed and angle were too perfect; his fingertips could only lightly touch the ball, unable to alter its trajectory.
The ball arced gracefully through the air, then slammed fiercely into the top corner of the net.
After scoring, Castillejo excitedly waved his arms, a brilliant smile on his face. He knew that this goal was not only a testament to his individual ability but also the result of the entire team's effort. He ran to his teammates, embracing them tightly, celebrating this exhilarating moment together.
For Ankaraspor's players, this goal was undoubtedly a heavy blow. They watched helplessly as the ball entered the net, expressions of dejection and disappointment on their faces. They knew that victory in this match had become slim, and they could only hope to salvage some pride in the time remaining.
A substitute defender had actually orchestrated two goals; without a doubt, the MVP of this match was Lin Feng.
In the second half, Villarreal seemed to have been reborn, actually leveling the score in one go!
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