Chapter 287: How Is That Possible? (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

The match ended, but the post-match discussion was incessant.

Especially since Asia Television broadcast this match, the number of viewers was quite significant.

Wu Feng's performance could be described as incredibly stunning.

Scoring five goals in one match was as exaggerated as a professional team playing an amateur team.

Of course, there were not many who truly understood the game!

The audience just felt that this match was very exciting!

As for the tactics and strategies used by the team Wu Feng was on, hardly anyone cared.

Besides, there weren't many viewers who could understand them for the time being.

It could only be said that the tactics Wu Feng cobbled together were a bit too advanced.

And Wu Feng himself became famous in one battle!

Of course, one match was not enough to be too exaggerated.

But his fame as a player spread quite rapidly.

Especially the Big Brothers of the underworld who knew him; seeing Wu Feng's heroic posture galloping on the green field on television, they were all stunned and speechless.

"Did I see that right? This guy went off to play soccer?"

"What a strange guy, but it's fine that he went to play soccer for now!"

"Just now in the VIP box, did I seem to see Jiang Tiansheng?"

"These two guys are both oddballs; I wonder what they are thinking?"

"..."

Wu Feng ignored the chaos outside and even politely declined Huo Daheng's dinner invitation.

At this moment, he was full of excitement, carefully experiencing the rapid improvement of the Eight Trigrams Steps after the match.

On the Golden Finger's virtual panel, the progress bar representing the Eight Trigrams Swimming Body Palm had reached about thirty percent, making his mood quite bright.

He remembered that before participating in the match, the progress bar was only a little over twenty percent!

Additionally, he had to take the team to properly review the match just now.

There were too many problems, and there were quite a few areas that needed to be checked for gaps and filled.

Of course, he didn't expect his teammates to show a complete transformation in such a short time.

As long as there was progress in every match, that was fine; Wu Feng's requirements really weren't that high.

For the next three days, while conducting recovery training, they also summarized the lessons learned and worked hard to make up for some solvable problems during regular training.

Three days later, the second match arrived as scheduled.

The teammates' performance was indeed stronger than in the first match.

Under Wu Feng's tireless running and connecting, the team always maintained an overall operation.

Both offense and defense were much smoother; at least there were no obvious mistakes or omissions.

It was still the method of accelerating the rhythm from time to time, betting on physical stamina reserves.

Although the strength of this opponent was much stronger than that "fish-belly" team in the first match.

But the final result was still a victory for the team Wu Feng was on.

The score of five to three showed the intensity of the match.

Wu Feng, the star player, received significantly increased attention and interference.

The opposing players even consciously made physical contact with him during the match.

Of course, they didn't dare to tackle from behind.

Wu Feng just happened to use this to train his Eight Trigrams Steps, and the effect was still obvious.

After one match, the Golden Finger's virtual panel showed that the progress bar had increased by another five or six points.

This speed of progress was very exaggerated; reflected on the field, it meant that Wu Feng was rarely directly collided with again, and even if he was hit, he avoided the most violent moments.

And in this match, he scored three more goals!

Eight goals in two matches, he directly topped the championship scorer list, his popularity unmatched for a time.

The funny thing was, there were actually Hong Kong teams calling to ask if there was any possibility of Wu Feng transferring.

The team won two out of two matches and directly qualified from the group stage.

However, posters printed with Wu Feng's portrait sold quite well.

"Amazing, Ah Feng!"

Almost every match, as long as there was enough time, Jiang Tiansheng, the big sponsor, would show up.

This was a good opportunity to gain exposure, and he naturally wouldn't miss it easily.

At this time, Jiang Tiansheng was glowing with health and in a great mood.

Every time he sat in the VIP box to watch the match, he could make friends with Big Brothers from different high-society circles, which made him feel quite happy, and he looked full of energy.

He was naturally present to watch the two matches Wu Feng participated in.

Originally, he was just going through the motions, but he ended up being stunned.

He never expected that Wu Feng would be so sharp as a player!

Eight goals in two matches, it was almost like playing a pickup game; it was too exaggerated.

This fellow Wu Feng also took this opportunity to become the most shining star of this tournament!

"Haha, Mr. Jiang is too polite!"

Wu Feng laughed: "Currently, I haven't encountered any strong teams from the Mainland, so I actually have no bottom line in my heart!"

"It's already very good!"

Jiang Tiansheng praised: "After all, two wins out of two, you have already successfully qualified from the group stage!"

"Also, your team's tactics and strategies are currently sparking quite a lot of heated discussion!"

That statement was indeed true!

At this time, the major trend in European football was still centered on the performance of star players.

As for non-star players, they were simply green leaves; as long as they performed normally, that was enough.

It was precisely because of this that the German team, known for its strict discipline and rigorous tactics, could repeatedly perform excellently on the World Cup stage and become a standard world-class powerhouse.

In fact, the degree of tactical and strategic reform in the European football scene at this time was quite slow.

It would not be until the introduction of the Bosman ruling, which accelerated the flow of talent in European football, combined with the influx of large amounts of capital, that the football craze and technological progress of the 21st century would erupt.

In this era where 4-4-2 and 4-3-3 were the mainstream formations, the tactics of the team Wu Feng was on were indeed a bit too strange, and with their good results, it naturally caused a great deal of heated discussion.

"Regardless, having good results right now is the hard truth!"

Wu Feng did not want to say more about these useless things; in the football world, everything has to be backed by results.

Just like Ronaldo, his combat power and performance during his peak were absolutely at the level of a Football King.

It is a pity that because his club's results could not convince people, he ultimately could not become a Football King.

Similarly, Cristiano Ronaldo is also at a disadvantage in this regard, mainly because his national team's results are not ideal.

Otherwise, with just one World Cup championship, he would be the well-deserved Football King of the new century!

"A-Feng, you perform so fiercely on the pitch, could it be that you really intend to play football in the future?"

Jiang Tiansheng asked curiously: "What about that pile of companies and factories of yours, are you just going to ignore them?"

"How is that possible?"

Wu Feng immediately sensed something was wrong and chuckled: "My personal participation in the team's matches this time is just because I felt like it!"

"Also, I have been practicing Eight Trigrams Palm recently!"

He smiled candidly: "Mr. Jiang, as long as you observe carefully, you will be able to notice that I improve in every match!"

"I discovered a secret: the effect of practicing Eight Trigrams Palm during a match is much stronger than the effect of hard training at ordinary times!"

"As long as the training effect reaches a certain level, there will be no need to continue participating in matches and tossing myself about!"

(End of this chapter)