King of World Football Chapter 236

The King of World Football Chapter 236: Miracle, defend the title!

Unlike the Porto players who were celebrating wildly, the faces of the Inter Milan soldiers were ashen. Most of them felt that they were finished and there could be no more miracles.

Zanetti has been lying on the ground. At first, everyone thought he was unwilling to get up because of guilt. After a while, he realized that something was wrong. He hurriedly stepped forward to check and called the team doctor to enter the field. Finally, he was diagnosed with a thigh strain.

No wonder he would appear stuck like a machine! Mancini had no choice but to use the last substitution, and Emre replaced Zanetti.

The captain's armband on his arm also needs to be passed on. After a short thought, Zanetti handed it to Wang Feng. He covered his thigh and said in a slightly painful way: "Please, Wang, don't give up."

Wang Feng nodded solemnly, took the captain's armband and put it on his right arm. He will become the first Asian captain in Serie A!

On the huge black display board, the bright red time numbers are still changing every moment. In the blink of an eye, it has come to 104 minutes, and the score on the field is still 1:2, and Inter Milan is behind.

Wang Feng gasped heavily, his heart was gradually shrouded in the shadow of failure, he shook his head vigorously, no, when failure is right in front of you, what is there to be afraid of?

Inter Milan made a steal in the midfield. Emre, who had just played, sent a lob pass to the right side of the frontcourt. Ribery and Costa competed for the goal. They were both very tired, so no one could make it right, but Ribery still struggled to send the ball forward.

The ball landed on the lawn and bounced up, then fell slowly. Wang Feng got rid of Costinia's entanglement and came to the ball first. He didn't have any time to hesitate, and he would immediately fall into layers of defense.

He faced the falling ball and volleyed vigorously with his toes. The ball flew as high as a sky cannon, and it was still very high after entering the penalty area. Just when everyone thought it would fly out of the crossbar, it fell suddenly.

The goalkeeper Baya was taken aback, and quickly retreated to the goal line to block it. Such a save should be foolproof, right?

Do not! The flying ball hits the intersection corner of the crossbar and the post, bounces horizontally to the post on the other side of the goal, and hits a slightly inside position so that it bounces into the net again!

It was an impossible save!

"goooooooooooooooooooal! It's amazing! In the 104th minute, Wang Feng helped Inter Milan equalize again!"

"The ultrdistance world wave from the front of the penalty area hit a dead corner where it was impossible to save! Wang Feng used his perfect shooting skills to pull Inter Milan back from the edge of the cliff!"

"Sure enough, in this shocking battle, is it still going to be a penalty kick to decide the outcome?"

After scoring the goal, Wang Feng waved his hand lightly to prevent his teammates from coming forward to celebrate. He came to the goal, picked up the ball, and put it back in the midfield.

He won't just put his fate on the penalty shootout. His teammates looked at each other and nodded silently. What they have to do now is to defend their positions.

The second half of the overtime game has reached the last moment. The players on both sides are running less and less, and the big-footed passes and mistakes are gradually increasing. Until the 118th minute, Inter Milan made a steal in the backcourt, and Chivu sent a long-distance goal A long pass, straight into the opponent's penalty area.

Wang Feng squeezed out the last bit of physical strength in his body, chased hard, and finally caught up with the ball at the edge of the penalty area. Porto defender Ferreira came to block him from the right, and Costa also assisted in defense on the left.

At this time, his nearest teammate Adriano was still near the center line, and the Brazilian couldn't run anymore, so Wang Feng could only fight alone.

Wang Feng, who had already sketched out the surrounding situation in his mind, reacted instantly. He stopped the ball with his chest, and when the ball fell to his knee, he flicked the ball to the side and rear with his right toe.

The ball took advantage of the trend, flew over the head of the pressing Ferreira, and traveled horizontally along the penalty area line. Wang Feng also chased the ball away.

This was obviously beyond Ferreira's expectation. He rushed forward to stop Wang Feng at all costs. How could he get rid of it so easily, so the Portuguese stopped urgently and turned around forcibly to catch up with Wang Feng.

But after all, he had also been exercising for nearly two hours. When he was about to start, his feet slipped and he fell forward. He could only look up and watch Wang Feng volley vigorously not far away.

Ferreira who fell to the ground and Wang Feng who shot angrily at the side formed an eternal classic picture.

The shot with all his strength entered the net from the upper right corner of the goal, and Baya didn't catch it!

"...The ball is in! The ball is in!"

"Win! Inter Milan won! Wang Feng, Mr. Hat-trick!"

The commentator in the live broadcast room was shouting at the top of his lungs, but Wang Feng on the field had no strength at all. He knelt down on the grass, sweat running down his forehead into his eyes, blurring his vision. The voice of inquiry seemed a little far away, making it difficult for him to hear it clearly.

Afterwards, he was in a daze, only vaguely felt that someone helped him up, and then he wobbled back to his own half. After the opponent kicked off, he ran a few steps in a daze, and the whistle sounded .

The Schalke stadium exploded immediately, Inter Milan fans waved flags and lit blue fireworks, and the stands were engulfed by the blue ocean.

"Sword Comes"

All the members of Inter Milan's bench rushed into the field and hugged the heroes one by one. The head coach Mancini was even more unbearable. He ran along the field in a suit, with tears in his eyes. This game was too much. It's not easy anymore!

Seeing Wang Feng standing still, Franck Ribery came to him and shook him vigorously: "Boss, we have defended the title, we have defended the title, come back to your senses!"

Wang Feng's bewildered eyes finally refocused ~www.mtlnovel.com~ The cheers in his ears also increased suddenly, and he asked: "The game is over, did we win?"

"Yes! You scored a quasi-lore. Not long after Porto kicked off, the game was over!"

Wang Feng laughed, and then fell to the ground as if he lost his strength. Franck Ribery quickly helped him to sit down. At this time, there was no ecstasy in his heart, only infinite exhaustion. He wanted to sleep well until the end of time , go to his training!

Not long after resting, Wang Feng was picked up by the enthusiastic substitute players and joined their celebration team.

As a loser, Porto is also worthy of respect. They played a super-level performance, and this Champions League final is destined to go down in history.

So when the Porto players stepped onto the podium, the fans in the stands and the Inter Milan players lined up on both sides gave them warm applause.

Many Porto players covered their faces to hold back their tears. For them, this may be the last Champions League final. Losing the chance to win the championship means passing this honor forever.

But winning or losing is so cruel!

When Inter Milan came to the stage to receive the award, Wang Feng was at the end, and he will represent the club to win the championship trophy!

UEFA President Johansson hung the medal around Wang Feng's neck and handed him the St. Bradley Cup: "Go, our world superstar!"

Grasping both sides of the trophy with both hands, Wang Feng collected himself, counted down loudly to one and then lifted the trophy vigorously. The fireworks behind the podium also bloomed at the same time. Inter Milan is the champion! +Bookmark+

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