Amid the cheers of the Blue Fox fans, other Leicester City players also came to the two of them to celebrate the goal together.
While celebrating the goal, captain Wes Morgan reminded his teammates not to get too carried away:
"Well done guys! But don't get too excited, the game isn't over yet. Keep it up!"
It is worth mentioning that although center Nugent was smiling and seemed to be listening to the captain's words, his heart was already churning.
In his opinion, if the diagonal ball just passed to him, he could also shoot the ball into the goal.
Recalling that when Ling Feng was knocked over from behind by Brown, he didn't immediately care about him. Nugent immediately felt very annoyed and regretful.
If this continues, what will happen if Ling Feng doesn't pass the ball to himself and only passes the ball to Vardy? !
That won't work!
Just as Nugent was silently making up his mind, the head coach of Leeds United stood on the sidelines and yelled at his players:
"Farke! What are you doing on the court?!"
"I told you to follow No. 23 and don't let him pass the ball so easily!"
"Don't you understand?!"
Facing the coach's fury, the Leeds United players just lowered their heads silently.
Many Leeds United players could only retort in their hearts:
"It's easy to say, that No. 23 has retreated to the backcourt, how can we follow him? And he also likes to shoot the ball, how can we defend him?"
"You go ahead, come on!"
After celebrating for almost half a minute, Ling Feng, whose black hair was ravaged into a bird's nest, walked out from the crowd of teammates.
Looking around and looking at the home team fans who looked like wilted eggplants in the stands, Ling Feng suddenly smiled.
"Don't you like shushing? Why don't you shush now?!"
At this moment, a bold idea suddenly appeared in his mind.
Ling Feng came to the blue stands where the Leicester City fans were, opened his arms and raised his arms, as if to say to the fans:
"Get excited! Get louder!"
This encouraging move not only aroused even more enthusiastic cheers from Leicester City fans, but also caused the home fans to wake up from the blow of the goal, turn into anger, and shoot directly at the black-haired boy on the field. .
"Fake Squid!"
"Rubbish!"
"Little bitch!"
Faced with harsh boos from Leeds United fans, all kinds of insults with insults, and all kinds of debris thrown from the stands.
Ling Feng was smiling and seemed to be enjoying it.
To him, this was nothing more than the impotent rage of the weak;
What can determine the direction of the game is the players on the field.
And he decided to score another Leeds United goal to shut these fans up completely! ! !
. . .
The score was already behind, and considering Michael Brown's physical fitness, he could not continue to maintain high-intensity pressure.
In order to prevent him from getting involved, he asked the referee for a Topaz God of War card. Two yellows turned into one red, and he was ejected.
The Leeds United head coach took the opportunity to make substitutions.
"Leeds United made substitution adjustments and replaced Michael Brown, who had a yellow card on his back, with..."
"Three people have changed at once, and Leeds United are going to give it a try. But, might it be a little late..."
"Yes, if I had substituted five minutes earlier and kept the energy and pressure in the midfield, maybe this goal from Leicester City would not have happened..."
"Football is like this, everything changes on the field and anything can happen..."
"This is already the fourth assist for the eighteen-year-old Ling Feng in nearly three games. The efficiency of averaging one assist per game is simply amazing!"
"He had assists in three consecutive games, and he came on as a substitute. If he had played time since the beginning of the season, his assists would probably have been at the top of the assist list..."
Courtside.
Compared with the anxious Leeds United coach, Leicester City coach Pearson, who saw his disciples scoring goals, seemed particularly calm.
He just high-fived the assistant coach Walsh next to him, and then said slightly proudly:
"Steve, our tactics worked!"
"In these short ten minutes, his performance was impeccable!"
"If we start Ling from the beginning and adopt a 4231 passing and controlling style, will our control be stronger?"
"You can give it a try. Mahrez plays a bigger role on the right than Conoket."
"Dell on the left is getting older, and his blasting ability on the wing has declined significantly. We can move Conoket to the left, or directly use him as a substitute..."
"Except for the right winger, there is only one lone forward in this formation. Nugent or Vardy, who do you think is qualified?"
Hearing this, Walsh, who is the assistant coach and chief scout, touched his chin and then replied:
"Vardy is faster and has more flexible movement; while Nugent is stronger in confrontation and has better frontcourt fulcrum ability..."
"Our tactics are executed around Ling Feng as the core. Therefore, I personally feel that we should choose players who have a better tacit understanding with Ling Feng."
Listening to the old man's words, Pearson looked at Vardy and Nugent on the field, nodded slightly, and showed a thoughtful look...
With a long whistle, the game resumed again.
After the kick-off in the center circle, Leeds United finally got the ball and organized an attack for the first time in a long time.
However, perhaps he was too impatient and the intention of passing the ball was too obvious, so when the midfielder made a long pass to find the forward, he was saved by a header from Leicester City captain Morgan.
When the ball flew out, Brother Drinking stopped the ball with his chest and stepped on it to firmly control the ball.
"Danny!"
Hearing Ling Feng call his name, Brother Drinkwater passed the ball without hesitation.
Seeing Ling Feng take the ball, the Elland Road stadium suddenly burst into deafening boos.
However, this did not cause any trouble to Ling Feng. Instead, it gave him more motivation to pass the fatal pass that killed the game!
Michael Brown, who committed a flagrant foul on him, has been substituted.
The only targets of revenge were the tens of thousands of home team fans who booed him at Elland Road!
"You're still shushing me, right? I'll stop you from shushing me later!"
Without any hesitation, he directly passed a long pass over the top and hit the right back.
It was an extremely empty open space!
Mahrez, who started early, ran into this area slightly ahead of the full-back who was returning to defend.
Stretching out his left foot and stopping the ball firmly with the instep of his outside foot, he immediately ran with the ball towards Leeds United's penalty area!
However, under the frantic pursuit of Leeds United's left back, he was unable to cut inside and could only drive towards the baseline.
Just before reaching the bottom line, Mahrez turned his head and glanced into the penalty area, then swiped with his right foot and passed an inverted triangle cross!
"Mahrez has brought it to the bottom line and there is no room for shooting. What is he going to do..."
"Right foot... passed the ball!"
Under the exclamation of the commentator, the ball rolled towards the penalty area at high speed.
At the same time, a blue figure was already outflanking him!
That black hair and extremely calm look...
It was Ling Feng who was inserted from behind!
