Inside the New England Sports live broadcast room in China, commentators Jin Xiangkai and guest Fan Zhiyi were enthusiastically discussing Lin Feng's appearance.
Jin Xiangkai, the popular commentator, had a distinctive and passionate voice. At this moment, his voice was almost trembling uncontrollably, as he deeply understood the significance of Lin Feng's appearance. He almost held his breath, speaking with an almost reverent tone: "Look, this is Lin Feng, a young player from China, he is walking onto the field, walking towards glory."
Sitting next to him, Fan Zhiyi, a legendary figure in Chinese Football, spoke with a strong Shanghai accent, yet his words were exceptionally clear. His eyes were filled with admiration as he said: "Lin Feng, this is the first time I've heard this name today, but this young man has truly impressed me. Look at his determined eyes; I look forward to his performance."
The conversation between the two sparked a heated reaction in the live broadcast room. Countless fans began to pay attention to this match, eagerly anticipating witnessing Lin Feng's glorious moment. This instant seemed to become a new milestone for Chinese Football, offering people new hope and expectations.
"Come on, Chinese boy!" Pato clapped Lin Feng's hands, substituting him in. This was the nickname he had given Lin Feng.
After Lin Feng entered the field, he quickly ran to the team's defensive line. In this match, he played as the left center-back, while Pau Torres played as the right center-back, with Ruiz in the middle providing defensive support for both of them.
When the Head Referee blew his whistle to signal the start of the match, the system voice sounded again: "Congratulations on completing the achievement — Emerging Talent, gaining 5 growth points."
Lin Feng, having his attributes fully enhanced again, immediately felt full of confidence. He looked at the formidable Seville Team, his heart filled with a desire for battle.
Facing the shouts of forty thousand people, Lin Feng had never been so excited. His adrenaline surged, and he felt every muscle fiber filled with strength.
The match had just restarted when Sarabia, Seville Team's Spain winger, received a throw-in from his teammate. The moment he controlled the ball, he noticed Lin Feng rapidly closing in with his peripheral vision. The Spain winger did not choose to challenge directly but instead showed keen field awareness, calmly passing the ball back to Mariano, who had taken the throw-in.
Mariano, also an experienced player, immediately understood Sarabia's intention. After receiving the ball, he made no extra movements and passed it directly behind Lin Feng. This pass was fluid and swift, clearly a result of their tacit understanding.
Facing the rapidly approaching ball, Lin Feng displayed excellent reaction speed and defensive skill. The moment the ball passed his body, he instantly went to the ground, poking the ball out of bounds with his toe, preventing the opponent from breaking through his defense.
This simple defensive move, however, triggered cheers and excitement from countless Chinese fans in the live broadcast room.
"Great defense, just like that!"
"Excellent, excellent, didn't disgrace Chinese fans."
On the bench at Pizjuán Stadium, Sampaoli, Seville's Head Coach, stared intently at Lin Feng on the field. He saw an unfamiliar face but quickly realized that this young Chinese player was Villarreal's weak point.
Sampaoli was an experienced tactician; he immediately spotted Lin Feng's defensive inexperience. He secretly rejoiced, as this was exactly the opportunity he had been hoping for. He decided to concentrate his firepower and launch a fierce attack on the side Lin Feng was defending.
"Vietto, shift your position a bit to the left, penetrate the opponent's ribs more. That young player might make a mistake!" Sampaoli constantly gestured from the sidelines, anxiously directing Seville's attacking players.
Upon receiving the instruction, Vietto quietly moved to Lin Feng's side. Once in position, he quickly gestured to his teammates for the ball.
Nzonzi's gaze swept across the field, settling on Vietto. He instantly assessed the situation and accurately passed the ball to Vietto. This pass was swift and precise, demonstrating Nzonzi's superb skill and rich experience.
Vietto received the ball, and as he turned, his gaze unexpectedly fell upon Lin Feng. He looked at the slightly inexperienced Chinese youngster before him, a faint smirk playing on his lips, revealing a hint of disdain. In his eyes, Lin Feng was clearly an easy target with insufficient defensive experience.
Thus, Vietto chose not to pass the ball but decided to try to dribble past Lin Feng. He trusted his skill and speed, believing he could easily break through this young Chinese player.
At this moment, Vietto was unaware of Lin Feng's strength and potential. His disdain and confidence would become the foreshadowing of his defeat in the match. And Lin Feng was waiting for the opportunity to prove himself, to show an astonishing performance.
"Alright, we now see the ball has come to Vietto's side. He is now facing our Chinese player Lin Feng. Let's see what kind of performance Lin Feng will deliver!" Jin Xiangkai's speaking pace was not fast, but his voice was very passionate.
Beside him, Fan Zhiyi's eyes were also fixed on Lin Feng. He was full of anticipation for this future star of Chinese Football.
"Defend him, you must defend him! Let me see that you have the strength to establish yourself in La Liga!"
Fan Zhiyi felt his heart in his throat as he prayed silently.
Facing Vietto, who was dribbling closer and closer, Lin Feng lowered his center of gravity. He did not choose to rush in prematurely but waited for an opportunity for Vietto to make a mistake.
The distance between the two grew shorter. Vietto, seeing the penalty area edge gradually approaching, first dipped his right shoulder, feigning a move towards the sideline. He was waiting for Lin Feng to fall for it. If Lin Feng followed his center of gravity, he would be fooled, and Vietto would instantly dribble past Lin Feng, cut inside, and shoot.
Lin Feng was extremely cautious. He had a vague feeling that this was a feint, a feeling that came from his sixth sense. So he adjusted his footwork, continuing to block Vietto's inside line.
Sure enough! After feigning a breakthrough to the left, Vietto suddenly shifted his center of gravity, lightly nudging the ball with his right foot, preparing to cut inside and shoot.
"It seems this time it's real, he wants to shoot!" Lin Feng made his judgment almost instantly. He quickly adjusted his body posture and simultaneously extended his left leg, increasing his interception area.
Vietto performed a lifting motion with his right foot the moment it contacted the ball, intending for the ball to arc through the air and bypass Goalkeeper Asenjo's outstretched fingers.
But the ball did not go as he expected; instead, it hit Lin Feng's leg and bounced away.
Another successful defense!
Seeing Vietto's hasty shot, Sampaoli grew somewhat impatient. He shouted from the sidelines to his Argentine compatriot: "Vietto! Pass the ball! Don't shoot blindly and waste opportunities!"