As soon as the whistle blew to start the match, FC Zürich immediately showcased their unique tactic: logging.
They knew their footwork was slightly inferior to Villarreal's, so they decided to engage in intense physical confrontations to disrupt their opponent's rhythm.
On the field, FC Zürich players moved like lumberjacks in a forest, repeatedly clashing with Villarreal players.
Their movements were swift and decisive, as if to completely break the opponent's attacks.
Under the influence of this tactic, the pace of the match became exceptionally fierce.
Villarreal players repeatedly encountered rough tackles when possessing the ball; they tried to organize effective attacks but were interrupted again and again by the intense physicality of FC Zürich players.
In the first 20 minutes, Villarreal couldn't even complete a single fluid attack.
Their passes were intercepted, possession was stolen, and scoring opportunities were few and far between.
The atmosphere on the field grew increasingly tense, and the fans' breathing seemed to quicken with the rhythm of the match.
In this match, Lin Feng, playing as a man-marking center-back, bore the heavy responsibility of marking FC Zürich's Algerian striker, Sadiku.
Although this striker was only 183cm tall, he weighed 82kg, making him a forward with exceptional strength.
Lin Feng was well aware of Sadiku's power; his strong physique and excellent tackling ability made him like an unstoppable tank on the field.
However, Lin Feng was not intimidated by this; he knew this was a moment to test his own strength.
Sadiku, FC Zürich's Algerian striker, had immense confidence in his own strength.
He knew his advantages and how to use them to gain the upper hand in the match.
In this game against Villarreal, he paid particular attention to the young Chinese player, Lin Feng.
Lin Feng was slender and agile, but in Sadiku's eyes, such physical attributes were not enough to withstand his strength.
He observed some subtle movements of Lin Feng in defense and couldn't help but sneer inwardly.
In his opinion, this young player clearly lacked sufficient experience and skill to cope with his impact.
Whenever their bodies made contact, Sadiku could feel Lin Feng trying his best to resist, but he considered it merely a futile struggle from the young player.
He even imagined Lin Feng being knocked to the ground by him, a scene that seemed so easy and simple in his mind.
In the 28th minute of the match, the situation on the field grew even more tense.
Sadiku received a pass from a teammate at the edge of the penalty area, quickly scanning the surrounding defense for a breakthrough.
Lin Feng, as the man-marking center-back, followed closely, quickly sticking to Sadiku.
He knew this was a critical moment to stop the opponent's attack.
He had to withstand Sadiku's strength and prevent him from turning to avoid creating a scoring opportunity for the opponent.
Facing Lin Feng's close marking, Sadiku was secretly pleased.
He felt this was a good opportunity to showcase his strength, imagining Lin Feng being overwhelmed in a physical confrontation.
He pressed tightly against Lin Feng, trying to use his strength to carry the ball into the penalty area.
However, things did not go as he expected.
When the two fiercely clashed, Lin Feng suddenly erupted with a powerful force.
His legs were like two iron pillars, firmly planted on the ground; no matter how Sadiku charged, he stood unyielding.
This sudden burst of strength greatly surprised Sadiku.
He had initially thought he would have the upper hand in this physical confrontation, but Lin Feng's performance exceeded his imagination.
He used all his might to try and regain possession, but Lin Feng, relying on his excellent skill and tenacious perseverance, successfully defended against Sadiku's attack.
At this moment, loud applause and cheers erupted on the field.
Fans applauded Lin Feng's performance and were proud of Villarreal's defense.
Sadiku's expression gradually turned to surprise and frustration, while Lin Feng showed a determined smile.
Facing Lin Feng's strong defense, Sadiku felt a bit unwilling.
He was a confident striker, accustomed to dominating matches, but Lin Feng's performance made him feel frustrated.
He began to doubt his own feelings, thinking this was just a coincidence.
He told himself that in the next round, he would definitely get his revenge and prove his strength.
Sadiku adjusted his breathing, ready to engage in another confrontation with Lin Feng.
He stared intently at Lin Feng, his eyes flashing with determination and fighting spirit.
He believed that as long as they clashed again, he would surely defeat Lin Feng.
In the 34th minute of the match, both sides engaged in a fierce duel in midfield.
Tension and excitement filled the air; every pass was like a stone thrown, stirring up ripples.
At this moment, an FC Zürich player's long pass arced like a silver line, cutting through the air, aimed directly at the gap between Lin Feng and Sadiku.
However, just as the ball was about to land, a cold sneer appeared on Sadiku's lips.
Like a wild bull, with disdain and provocative eyes, he accelerated towards Lin Feng.
His goal was not just to win possession, but to fiercely knock this slender Asian youth away, to display his dominance and power.
However, the moment he made contact with Lin Feng, Sadiku realized he was wrong; this seemingly frail Chinese youth seemed to contain infinite power.
After special training in Miami, Lin Feng's physical qualities had once again improved, and the devilish training had rejuvenated his body.
The ball was easily cleared by Lin Feng.
Upon seeing Sadiku about to collide with him, Lin Feng gritted his teeth, quickly lowered his center of gravity, and semi-crouched, preparing to withstand Sadiku's impact.
The imagined scene of Lin Feng being knocked away did not occur; instead, Sadiku, after colliding with Lin Feng, lost his balance and stumbled to the ground on the Estadio de la Cerámica pitch.
The Estadio de la Cerámica erupted in deafening boos, a display of Villarreal fans' contempt for Sadiku's unsportsmanlike conduct.
Following the boos came enthusiastic applause, dedicated to Lin Feng, to the child who had grown up at Villarreal.
Flashbulbs on the sidelines flickered wildly, seemingly eager to capture every frame of this spectacular confrontation.
Many reporters bowed their heads, typing rapidly on their keyboards, and Lin Feng's performance instantly topped many domestic football forums.
"Holy cow, that's amazing! Lin Huang, show them that we Chinese are not to be trifled with!"
"For such dirty play, Lin Huang should treat him like that! Go, Lin Huang!"
"Can the bullet comments quiet down? They're blocking my view of Lin Huang playing!"
Sadiku got up from the turf.
He turned to look at Lin Feng; under the stadium spotlights, Lin Feng's body outline shimmered with a golden glow, and his eyes were also filled with shock.