Chapter 17 Throwing the ball to instigate the goal!
"Lin! It's Lin again! Punching Guarochena's blast shot again!"
"This is the fourth time Lin rejected Guarochena's shot!"
"To be honest! Guarochenna is in excellent form in this game!"
"Five shots and four shots were within the range of the goal frame! And the quality is not low!"
"But, all of them were rejected by Lin!"
Galicia Sports Station's commentator Mike once again explained the game of Leoya.
Commenting low-level leagues all year round has made Mike somewhat lose his passion!
However, in these two commentary Leoya games, Lin Feng obviously made Mike regain the passion he once commented!
That's all youth!
"We see that Guarochena's emotions seem to be a little broken!"
"Haha! Sorry! I can't help but want to laugh!"
"Three games! Lin lost the opportunity to be recalled by their parent team!"
Mike couldn't help laughing.
Obviously, he was already explaining completely from Lin Feng's standpoint.
The game has been in 75 minutes, and the score is still 0:0!
After seeing Lin Feng's brave performance, head coach Burke Eble obviously became even more crazy!
It is still to let the team attack with all their strength!
Sometimes, once people get crazy, it is difficult to stop the car.
Neil, the head coach of Athletic B team B, no longer had the relaxed and freehand look of the first half.
The team did get a lot of counterattack opportunities, but they were all resolved by the opponent's goalkeeper Lin Feng!
This is simply an incredible thing!
"Bang!"
Guarochena took a long shot outside the penalty area, but was once again held in his hand by Lin Feng, without posing a substantial threat to Leoya's goal!
"I'm anxious!"
Watson in the stands shook his head.
This is the difference between an ordinary forward and a top forward!
Although Guarochena played well in the B2 league in the Spanish Second Division, it was incomparable to the strikers in the top league!
"run!"
On the court, Lin Feng, who caught the ball, suddenly shouted at Hachim Masteur, who was about to come back to catch the ball!
The tacit understanding between the two made Hachim Mastour understand Lin Feng’s meaning in seconds!
Hachim Mastour ran straight towards the space on the left side of the midfield of Athletic B Bilbao!
At this time, Lin Feng's powerful hand threw the ball fortunately found the space in front of Hachim Mastour!
Good luck!
The goalkeeper launched the attack directly!
Although Lin Feng's hand throwing ability is only 7, he still threw the ball in the right direction smoothly!
When Lin Feng's hand throwing ability is exchanged for higher, this kind of attack can become the norm!
"Wow!"
Watson in the stands stood up and stared at the situation on the court.
Hachim Mastour controlled the football without any effort, and then continued to advance at high speed!
Leoya's forward Yurebaso was also crazy about the forward run!
Because Lin Feng launched an attack directly from the goalkeeper, it was far beyond the expectations of the players of Athletic B team B!
Lin Feng's hand throw directly crossed the defense line of Athletic B team B's midfield, allowing Hachim Mastour to face the back line directly!
Leoya got a chance to play 2-2 in the first place!
"It must be passed on!"
Yurebaso has already had a tendency to get rid of the last defender!
As long as Hatchim Mastour passes this ball in time, Yurebaso will directly get a one-on-one shot!
"pass!"
"Send it quickly!"
"If you don't have to pass it on, don't think about going back to Milan!"
Watson in the stands stared at Hatschm Masteur and kept saying.
"call!"
"It's passed!"
Watson gave a breath, with a look of relief on his face.
On the court, Hachim Mastour had a light direct push, showing a very good vision and imagination.
Football seems to be guided accurately, and it is conveniently ahead of Yurebasso.
"Leave it to me!"
Yurebaso kicked his legs and exerted force again, increasing his speed again, and directly got rid of the defender Oscar Giri who had been close to him!
Single sword!
"Bang!"
"brush!"
Athletic B team goalkeeper Kepa Arisavaraga, without Lin Feng's ability to punch and was directly shot by Yurebaso without any reaction!
“gooooooooal!”
"Yurebaso scored a key goal for Leoya!"
"Haha! It seems that not every goalkeeper will make a single shot!"
The passionate voice of commentator Mike rang again!
Yurebaso and Hachim Mastour hugged each other!
One assist!
One goal!
Then the two of them crossed the entire court and rushed to Lin Feng!
"Lin! Your hand throwing ball is so awesome!"
Hachim Masteur shouted to Lin Feng excitedly!
Although Lin Feng did not directly assist, this hand throw that instigated the offense was the most critical part of the goal process!
"good!"
Lin Feng smiled faintly and looked at the stands.
All the home fans are cheering for the team!
The head coach Burke Eble on the side of the court was even more excited and jumping!
"I won the bet!"
“yes!”
"I won the bet!"
"Next to hold on!"
"Stay!"
Burke Eble was yelling crazy!
"So handsome!"
Su Jing looked at Lin Feng's indifferent smile, which formed a sharp contrast with the excitement of other players!