If it were in the past, he would most likely have chosen to pass the ball to the unmarked Ilyas.
He is not an individualistic player!
But at this moment, he had an inexplicable confidence in his shot!
Three players closing in was the perfect moment to test the effect of the newly acquired 'King of the Penalty Area'!
First shot guaranteed to go in?
In a situation where the shooting space and angle were already lost...
What would happen?
Ye Lingfeng's eyes were like torches, and he made no further movements.
Instead, he straightened his instep, and his right foot struck the ball with the outside of his foot!
At this moment, he was stunned.
Originally, his shooting choice was to strike towards the near post of the goal, which was closer.
This is also one of the common choices for a forward's shot.
A near-post shot is often more reliable; although the goalkeeper will instinctively cover the near post most of the time,
the far post carries a higher risk because the distance is greater and the angle is more difficult!
However, the moment Ye Lingfeng shot, an invisible force seemed to forcibly correct his shooting choice.
This caused the final shot to be directed towards the far post of the goal!
Thump!
After a muffled sound,
the ball rose incredibly,
passing directly between the two center-backs,
and rocketed towards the dead corner of the goal!
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Swish!
The next second,
the crisp sound of the ball hitting the net rang in his ears!
Ye Lingfeng's shot had no curve.
A powerful strike, straight into the net!
It went into the top corner of the goal!
An absolute dead corner!
The stadium fell into a momentary silence.
Immediately after, the cheers of the spectators outside the field erupted first!
From their perspective, this goal was too explosive!
An unreasonable power shot!
An unexpected shooting choice, an unexpected result!
"Oh oh oh! What a great lad! This batch of La Masia youngsters is very strong this year! Barça has hope!"
"Another yellow-skinned youngster? An Asian player? From Japan or South Korea?"
"I know him! A Chinese-descendant from La Masia! I can't believe it!"
"Oh my goodness, a Chinese person? That's truly astonishing...!"
"..."
Meanwhile, on the field,
the A Team goalkeeper was dumbfounded!
What happened?!
Didn't his two center-backs already block the angle?
And there was a wing-back covering on the flank.
Enough to interfere with that Asian kid's shot!
But why...?
How did he do that?
The A Team players near the goal were stunned.
"Damn it..."
And Kubo Takefusa, who was in his team's attacking half,
was also momentarily dazed!
Three players closing in, and he could still make such a high-quality far-post shot??
It must be fake, right?
When Ye Lingfeng originally chose to go it alone and break into the penalty area,
he was sneering, ready to watch a joke unfold.
But now, it seemed...
Compared to his own slightly off-target shot in front of goal not long ago,
Ye Lingfeng's stunning goal, at least in this match, subtly widened the gap between the two of them!
"I say, what's wrong with you? Why did you just let that guy go straight through?!"
Kubo Takefusa wandered near midfield, glaring at the South Korean defensive midfielder who had been marking Ye Lingfeng earlier.
He was venting his anger on his Asian gang subordinate!
He naturally didn't dare to question the defenders who had directly confronted Ye Lingfeng!
The reason was simple: those players were La Masia's Spanish 'local players'.
Kubo Takefusa is actually very introverted and doesn't have much interaction with many European players!
"It's not my fault, that damned guy was too fast! And much taller than me! He shielded me with his body, it was hard for me to turn!"
Lee Seung-woo, the South Korean youngster, shrugged, feeling wronged.
Kubo Takefusa took a deep breath.
He clenched his fists tightly!
He felt immense pressure!
After Ye Lingfeng unexpectedly scored that stunning goal,
a strange sense of frustration surged in Kubo Takefusa's heart!
This pressure originally only came from his teammate Ansu Fati.
But now, it seemed there was an additional source!
Given this, joining the Barça B Team and playing in the League match against Real Madrid on the weekend was not such a simple matter!
This is La Masia; there are too many talented players!
"Damn it, you damned guy, just you wait..."
...Meanwhile,
equally shocked as the frustrated A Team players in front of the goal,
was Ilyas, who had just been cursing on the wing!
Not long ago, he was angrily scolding Ye Lingfeng for being selfish with the ball, not passing, and lacking situational awareness.
Now, however, he had a dramatic change of expression.
He rushed towards Ye Lingfeng, beaming.
"Ye! I knew you could do it!"
Then, he took a big leap, jumping towards Ye Lingfeng,
intending to give him a bear hug.