Chapter 185: Reversal !
"Recovered two goals?" Moratti in the stands jumped up excitedly, pacing back and forth in the box. He had always believed in Wang Feng, but scoring two goals in such a short time to equalize the score greatly exceeded his expectations.
Similarly ecstatic, Bom exclaimed, "You have a keen eye for talent! You mentioned during halftime that Wang Feng would surely shine, and now it's all coming true!"
Like Moratti's jubilation, the Inter Milan fans in the stands felt like the happiest people at that moment. Many of them shed tears again, not tears of sadness, but tears of joy and excitement.
Just as the fans were celebrating wildly, the situation on the field changed dramatically once again. Wang Feng retreated to support Ribery, who was entangled, then advanced with the ball to the frontcourt. When he reached the area 30 meters from the goal, he passed the ball horizontally to Vieri in the center. Vieri lurked near the edge of the penalty area, threatening to attack when necessary or fallback to provide support.
After receiving the ball, Vieri didn't rush but continued to pass to the left side. Then he charged into the penalty area, waiting for an opportunity. Di Biagio received the ball near the bottom line and prepared to cross it into the penalty area.
However, Sargado defended Di Biagio tightly, and the quality of the cross wasn't very high. Elgera at the front of the penalty area was the first to touch the ball with his toe, sending it flying out of the penalty area.
Wang Feng lurked on the right side, and the ball passed through almost half of the penalty area directly to him, without any player touching it along the way.
A heaven-sent opportunity!
Facing the ball, Wang Feng took a fierce shot, and the ball, like a swift flying sword, cut another diagonal line and flew into the net from the left side of the goal!
"Goal!! Beautiful!! In the 77th minute, Wang Feng reversed the score for Inter Milan!!"
"Like a flying sword under the peach blossom, with the sound of waves against a jade flute! Seeing this goal, I can't help but think of the peerless flying sword that sealed the throat of Real Madrid!"
"In this exciting duel, Wang Feng is the absolute protagonist. He has performed a hat-trick. In the more than ten years since the restructuring of the Champions League, he is the first player to perform a hat-trick in the final, Wang Feng from China!"
"The first half of the game made everyone feel desperate. The gap in strength between Real Madrid and Inter Milan was obvious. But in the second half, Wang Feng stepped up. He used his actions to tell the world that 'impossible' is not in his dictionary!"
"To the viewers in front of the TV, I believe most of you, like me, have been following Wang Feng for a long time, witnessing one miracle after another. At this moment, I just want to say that with Wang Feng, anything is possible!"
"Did you see that? Did you see that? We've reversed it!!" Landstar in the stands yelled wildly to his wife beside him, his voice choking up. It's been too difficult!
His wife nodded, surrounded by celebrating Inter Milan fans. From despair and helplessness, quietly praying, to rising hopes, cheering, and finally successfully reversing the situation, she saw it all, and her emotions were unknowingly infected.
This is football. How can you not love football!
Wang Feng's mother looked on with satisfaction at the celebrating figure on the sidelines. Her child had unknowingly grown so much and had become a hero and hope for many people. How could she not feel proud?
Bosque on the coaching bench couldn't sit still. Although he had already valued Wang Feng greatly on a tactical level, he never expected that the situation on the field would change because of one person.
"He's too versatile!" Bosque couldn't help but exclaim. His assistant coach nodded in agreement, "Both in speed and technique, he's one of the best in the world. Our defenders are no match for him one-on-one, and even when facing double-teams, he always finds opportunities."
"Now what should we do? We must change formation quickly and go all out!"
"Let Morientes and MacManaman both go on and give it all we've got." Bosque said bitterly.
In the final moments of the game, Real Madrid went all out, with every superstar squeezing out their abilities to the limit, launching a frenzied bombardment against Inter Milan.
These veteran superstars put immense pressure on Inter Milan's defense, but everyone stood united, defending together, and repeatedly resolved the crisis.
In the final moments of the game, Real Madrid got a corner kick opportunity. At this point, even goalkeeper Casillas rushed into Inter Milan's penalty area to join the attack, and the outcome would be decided here.
Figo took the corner kick, and the ball crossed the small penalty area to the back post. Both Zidane and Zamorata vigorously jumped to compete for the header, but Inter Milan's goalkeeper was faster. He arrived at the landing spot and punched the ball away.
Near the penalty area, Raul received the ball and was about to handle it, when a ghostly figure swiftly passed by him. Raul found that the ball under his feet was gone—it was Wang Feng! He intercepted the ball!
The Real Madrid players were inexplicably shocked, and Casillas was frantically rushing back. Guti near Wang Feng was desperately chasing him, his hands already reaching out, ready to foul him if necessary.
But Wang Feng didn't give them a chance! He immediately kicked the ball from the backfield, giving it all his strength. The ball flew high into the air, traversing almost the entire length of the pitch, and then slowly descended, entering the net from under the crossbar, with Casillas still near the penalty area line.
The entire stadium held its breath, watching the ball spiral through the air and finally drop into the net. For a moment, the stadium fell silent.
After a brief pause, the Inter Milan fans erupted into deafening cheers, echoing through the skies above Old Trafford.
"Goal!! Wang Feng has secured the victory for Inter Milan!! A quadruple in the Champions League final!!"
"Oh my God, how far was that shot? Well, according to the data just received, Wang Feng's shot was from 75 meters away from the goal! 75 meters!"
"You heard that right, you know, the length of Old Trafford Stadium is only 105 meters! How strong is his power?"
"Wang Feng once again contributed a goal worthy of the history books for us. Many years later, when new fans look back on this Champions League final, they will surely sigh at its brilliance!"
Wang Feng's shot was just a speculative attempt, failure wouldn't have mattered, it could have been considered a clearance, but it unexpectedly went in!
The Inter Milan coaching staff exploded with joy. Cooper clenched his fists, running along the sidelines, a big man with tears welling up in his eyes, muttering repeatedly, "Finally, it's finally happened!"
The substitutes on the bench were eager to get on the field, waiting only for the referee's final whistle to blow so they could rush onto the pitch!
In stark contrast to the excited Inter Milan coaching staff, the atmosphere in Real Madrid's coaching bench was silent. Bosque, with a despondent expression, sank back into his seat, with only one thought in his mind, it's over, everything is over!
Although there's still the league title to fight for, Bosque's enthusiasm has waned. This year, to balance the complicated dressing room of Real Madrid, he didn't know how much effort he had put in!
Next year, the superstars would be another year older. Did they really have the ability to challenge for the highest honor in European football again? Exhausted, he had already begun to consider leaving.
After the game restarted, Real Madrid had completely lost their fighting spirit. Seeing this, the main referee didn't waste any time, blowing the final whistle as soon as the injury time ended.
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