King Of World Football

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Despite being equalized just before the end of the first half, the atmosphere in the Chinese team's locker room remains lively. The players enthusiastically discuss the details of the game, analyzing both the goals scored and conceded.

Head coach Lippi nodded approvingly. "At least this positive attitude is commendable," he said, attracting everyone's attention with a clap before continuing, "Everyone, in terms of overall strength, the French team is more than a notch above us."

"Even so, we have pushed them to this extent, which shows that our tactics and fighting spirit are effective. Let's continue to maintain this in the second half!"

Then he looked at Wu Lei. "Wu, we need to further strengthen our defensive density in the second half, so your role will be reduced, and I need you to come off earlier."

Wu Lei expressed his understanding. Although he felt regretful, he had long been prepared for this. Being able to personally participate in the counterattack goal in the first half already made him proud.

Then the Italian coach tailored several blocking plans, emphasizing the importance of late-game defensive positioning due to decreased physical stamina. "I know it will be very tiring, but even if you have to run an extra hundred meters, it could extinguish a dangerous situation."

Finally, it was Wang Feng's turn. Lippi didn't hesitate to say, "Wang, the attacking task is entrusted to you. The team can't afford to allocate too many players in this area."

The Chinese superstar stood up and looked around, facing the eyes of admiration and longing. He pounded his chest firmly and said, "No problem, I will open the door to victory!"

The second half begins with no substitutions from the French team. On the Chinese side, a central defender replaces Wu Lei, and they continue with a compact defensive strategy.

Deschamps trusts Mbappe, just as Lippi trusts Wang Feng. The German coach believes that his protege will definitely become a towering figure in the football world in the future.

Not long after the second half starts, the French team creates a chance. Mbappe and Griezmann form a continuous passing combination in the frontcourt. Griezmann attempts a long shot from the edge of the arc, but the ball narrowly misses the post.

When unable to break through further, attempting long shots is one of the ways to expand the threat.

The deadlock continues until the 81st minute when a strong run from the French side leads to Yang Ronghua committing a foul. The referee awards them a free kick in the attacking half.

Griezmann stands at the penalty spot to take the free kick. Initially planning to float it into the penalty area to find a tall player, he finds that Giroud and other dangerous players are already tightly marked, making the opportunity seem unlikely.

So, the French forward tries a direct shot instead. It turns out quite unexpectedly that after he strikes the ball with a curved trajectory, it forms a mysterious arc in the air, initially heading towards the top left corner, then suddenly veering to the right.

Goalkeeper Wang Xianghe reacts quickly and dives in the right direction, but he still can't prevent the ball from entering the net.

"Goooooooooooooooooooal! A direct free kick goal, so beautiful!"

The French TV commentator couldn't help but stand up and roar, "The score is now 3-2! France is in the lead again!"

"Griezmann pays tribute to Wang Feng with a strange curved free kick. Wang Feng often turns the tide with this move, and now Griezmann ends the reign of the football god in a similar fashion. Ah, what a perfect ending!"

In his view, the French team can already book the championship. With just over 10 minutes left in the game, they've been dominating during this time. With the consumption of physical stamina, it's unlikely that the Chinese team can organize effective attacks anymore.

"Calm down, there's still time!" Even after countless big games, Wang Feng, now the reliance of everyone, feels a bit nervous, but he must not waver now.

In fact, the French team also has weaknesses. When they are behind, they exert all their efforts with great momentum, but when they are in a leading position, they tend to slack off.

This is why the game was so open before, with the Chinese team turning the tide with two consecutive goals shortly after the French team took the lead in the first half.

Perhaps falling behind is also an opportunity. Gritting his teeth, the Chinese superstar continues to instill confidence and hope in his teammates, urging them to persist!

Five minutes after conceding a goal, taking advantage of a momentary relaxation from the French, the Chinese team quickly organizes an attack. Feng Miao passes to Wang Feng on the wing.

The Chinese superstar receives the ball with his back to the goal, seemingly having eyes on the back of his head, he flicks the ball directly to the left as he turns his body to avoid the pressing Bogba and completes a turn.

Then he dribbles into the penalty area, with Fernandes and Varane closing in on him. Wang Feng pretends to repeat his previous move, sending the ball as if he intends to nutmeg Fernandes, which immediately makes the Frenchman tighten his legs.

Instead, he quickly changes to a hook, flicking the ball to his right foot and stepping forward, executing a standard "deep-fried meatball" move to get past his opponent.

The tense Fernandes instinctively turns and extends his leg to intercept, but he loses balance again and falls to the ground, being fooled twice in one match, destined to become a background figure of legend.

With this, Wang Feng charges into the penalty area, with Umtiti fully focused on blocking the shooting line. Wang Feng pretends to feint and move laterally, deceiving the opponent's center of gravity, then suddenly changes direction and dashes towards the goal line.

With a sudden attack and speed creating space, the Chinese superstar shoots from almost a zero-degree angle, the ball passing through the defense and the goalkeeper, almost grazing the post as it enters the net!

3-3! The Chinese team equalizes again! Wang Feng scores a hat-trick! In nearly a century of World Cup history, only one player has scored a hat-trick in the final, and that was England's Hurst in 1966.

And he didn't achieve this feat until extra time, while Wang Feng did it within regular time.

Fans all over the world are immersed in unprecedented excitement. This thrilling final match is truly exhilarating!

Before they can fully calm down, Wang Feng strikes again.

In the 90th minute, he retreats to the center line to receive a cross from Yang Ronghua. Facing the tight marking of Kante, he cleverly dodges, then accelerates towards the frontcourt.

Matuidi, who is also closely marking him, immediately lunges diagonally to intercept. The Chinese superstar deliberately gives the opponent a chance to tackle, but then seizes the opening to push the ball forward, threading it through Matuidi's legs. novelbuddy.(c)om

Without slowing down at all, Wang Feng continues to dribble forward, causing the crowd to gasp in amazement. Fernandes, almost trembling, rushes forward to meet him, but Wang Feng simply flicks the ball forward and steps aside, evading Fernandes's tackle.

But the Chinese superstar once again flicks the ball to change direction, pushing it forward and sidestepping, leaving Fernandes and Matuidi colliding heavily.

Meanwhile, Wang Feng calmly enters the penalty area. Goalkeeper Lloris decisively chooses to rush out, but the Chinese superstar calmly lifts the ball over him, then catches up with the ball in the small penalty area and shoots into the far corner, letting it once again slip into the French team's net!

"The ball's in! La la la la la la! Wang Feng, the football god of China, the football god of the world!"

"He performs an unprecedented four-goal feat in the final, showing his miracle to the world!" This time it was Zhang Jun who couldn't help but stand up and shout, and countless domestic fans were also plunged into madness, with countless tables and bowls being slammed.

As for the spectators from other countries, they were already dumbfounded, while the French fans felt extremely despondent. How could they defeat such a powerful and unreasonable opponent?