Chapter 289: Restless (Please Subscribe)

"Wu Feng is truly amazing!"

In the spectator stands of the Tianhe Stadium in Guangdong Province, Sanjiu and his family sat together, quietly waiting for the match to begin.

The stadium, which can seat sixty thousand people, was packed to capacity at this moment.

Looking out, it was completely filled with people.

Before the match had even started, the sound of gongs and drums was already deafening and exceptionally lively.

The seats of Sanjiu and his family had a great view, allowing them to clearly see the entire pitch.

At this moment, he was exclaiming to his wife and children: "To think that a Boss could have such an astonishing performance as a player!"

"As a big Boss, isn't it a bit inappropriate for him to go onto the field to play soccer?"

Sanjiuma, however, held a different opinion and shook her head, saying: "I don't think this is good!"

"I think this is very good; Cousin is so prestigious right now!"

The cousin sitting nearby had a different thought: "If I had Cousin's good physique, I would also want to go on the field and play to my heart's content, and see how many people are cheering and applauding for him!"

"Say less, and don't talk back to your mother!"

Seeing his wife's displeased expression, Sanjiu glared at his cousin irritably and reminded him: "Just watch the game, don't say useless things!"

"If I had known, I wouldn't have sat with you all!"

The cousin was quite depressed and muttered: "It's not even fun to watch a game!"

"Heh, look at how capable you are!"

Sanjiu laughed in anger and said irritably: "If I didn't have the tickets in my hand, would you have been able to buy them?"

As a high-level executive of a Mainland factory group, he happened to have some free time, so he simply brought his family to Yangcheng to watch the game.

The other group executives either had matters to attend to or were away on business and couldn't make it, so Sanjiu could only represent the group to cheer for the Boss, Wu Feng.

This Guangdong-Hong Kong Cup championship soccer match was quite popular here in Guangdong Province.

The quarter-finals and semi-finals held in the Mainland were almost sold out every time.

The audience was very eager to see which was stronger and which performed better: the municipal soccer team from Guangdong Province or the professional soccer team from Hong Kong.

Because of this, tickets for every match were highly sought after.

For outsiders like Sanjiu's family, it would have been very difficult to buy tickets at the venue without some connections.

It is said that scalpers had already driven the price of a single ticket up to fifty or even a hundred yuan.

One must know that according to the agreed-upon prices for matches at Tianhe Stadium, they were between five and ten yuan.

"Why buy tickets? I'll just go ask Cousin for some; surely he wouldn't refuse?"

The cousin wasn't afraid and muttered: "Who knows, I might even be able to get a few autographs from the stars!"

Sanjiu was even angrier upon hearing this, but before he could lash out, the audience suddenly erupted in a huge cheer.

The two teams participating in the final had already taken the field, and the match was about to begin.

Following a sharp whistle, the match officially started.

As for the two opposing sides, one was naturally the team Wu Feng was on; having experienced six consecutive victories, they had undergone a complete transformation compared to when they first started.

It wasn't that their technical and tactical level had improved by leaps and bounds, nor had their basic skills improved significantly, but their temperament was almost like that of different people compared to the beginning.

At a glance, one could see they were full of confidence.

Not only that, but when passing, receiving, and dribbling, they rarely made those obvious mistakes anymore.

The most obvious change was that they could barely keep up with Wu Feng's pace and normally execute the "beggar-version" Wu Feng Tactics that Wu Feng had cobbled together during special training.

This was not easy!

To the audience, the performance felt quite excellent, with smooth passing, receiving, and positioning.

The other side was the Yangcheng City Team, whose strength was quite impressive.

From the start of the match, neither side had any intention of testing the waters, and they went directly into an attacking rhythm.

This was also the main reason the match could attract so many fans and spectators: a head-to-head attacking battle is indeed exciting to watch.

In the early stages of the first half, both the players' physical stamina and focus, as well as their various technical movements, were at their peak, and they were almost taking turns launching charges at each other's goals.

Wu Feng sprinted across the field, acting as the team's most important adhesive and metronome, allowing the entire team to function normally and exert a portion of their overall strength.

From the very beginning, under Wu Feng's conscious orchestration, the team's rhythm became faster and faster.

In the end, it even reached the point where it only took two or three touches to get from the backfield to the front court.

Clearly, the Yangcheng City Team was somewhat unable to adapt to such a fast-paced match for a while.

At first, they could barely keep up, but as time went on, loopholes appeared frequently.

Wu Feng seized these loopholes and launched wave after wave of fierce attacks on the opponent's goal.

The area thirty to forty meters in front of the penalty box was his stage to freely unleash his heavy artillery.

Whenever he found an opening, he would blast a shot!

The soccer ball whistled toward the goal at an astonishing speed, traveling in almost a straight line.

With Wu Feng's Bagua Steps at a 56% level at this moment, every shot was within the range of the goal.

As long as it didn't hit an opposing player or the goal frame, the goalkeeper had almost no way to parry such heavy artillery.

And so, only halfway through the first half, the score had already become three to one.

The Yangcheng team was no pushover; their players' footwork was indeed quite exquisite.

Their small-range coordination was very clever, and in a few moves, they pierced through the defensive line of Wu Feng's team.

The Yangcheng team's forwards had good shooting skills; if not for the fact that Wu Feng's team's zone defense was decent, plus a little bit of luck, the score would likely have been three to three.

Such a goal-scoring battle naturally made the audience cheer and applaud repeatedly.

The thunderous cheers and shouts, along with the loud sound of gongs and drums, had shown no sign of stopping since the match began.

In the VIP seats sat Huo Daheng, along with officials from the Mainland sports department.

At this moment, they were also captivated by the brilliant and intense match, their expressions shifting between delight and regret.

"Huo Lao, the number ten player for the Hong Kong Fengmang Team is very strong!"

Once the pace of the match slowed down slightly, an official from the sports department smiled and said, "It hasn't even been half a match yet, and he's already scored three goals in a row, all of them long-range shots!"

"Indeed, very strong!"

Huo Daheng chimed in, "Eighteen goals in six matches—that is an incredibly exaggerated offensive capability!"

"So it was him!"

The sports department official suddenly realized and flattered, "With this person on the Hong Kong team from now on, wouldn't they be able to shine brightly in the Asian Cup and the subsequent World Cup qualifiers?"

Upon hearing this, Huo Daheng's eyes lit up, but then he shook his head and smiled bitterly, "I'm afraid it won't be that easy!"

"This guy isn't just a simple player!"

"The Fengmang Team itself belongs to him, and he has other industries under his command; he is an out-and-out Red Mansion, so I reckon he only joined the match this time because he felt like it!"

Seeing the sports department official's face full of surprise, he continued, "The famous Fenghua Group in the Mainland is also an industry under his banner, so it won't be easy to persuade him!"

At this, not only that sports department official, but even the other guests accompanying them looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

But just then, tens of thousands of spectators suddenly cheered in unison, instantly shifting their attention.

At this moment, Wu Feng was sprinting on the field, and his teammates came up one by one to clap and celebrate.

That's right, just a moment ago, he spotted an opening and fired another explosive shot, sending the ball into the net.

The players of the Yangcheng Team stood with their hands on their hips, looking at the celebrating opposing players with faces full of frustration.

They asked themselves if they had already done their best, but they hadn't expected to be trailing one to four before the first half was even over; how were they supposed to play the rest of the match?

Especially that number ten player on the opposing team—damn, isn't his long-range shooting foot a bit too hard?

Almost every ball was shot within the frame of the goal, and every shot could create a threat!

With unspeakable frustration in their hearts, coupled with the intense physical exhaustion, their strength was no longer what it had been before.

Soon, the first half ended.

Everyone, including the players on the field and the spectators in the stands, breathed a sigh of relief.

The pace of the match was too fast; they were all having trouble adapting.

Right now, even in the European football scene, that kind of fast-paced match mode had not yet begun.

The drain on physical stamina and the tempering of willpower were not things to be taken lightly.

By the second half, Wu Feng took the initiative to slow down the pace of the match.

He did not continue to show off his heavy-artillery skills, but instead acted as a midfielder and passer.

With the match played to this point, as long as he was still on the field, the outcome had already been decided.

For the rest of the time, he simply let the opponents and his teammates perform to their hearts' content.

Sure enough, in the end, players from both sides seized the opportunity and scored a full five goals!

The final score became six to four!

The Fengmang Team, where Wu Feng was, achieved the final victory.

The final awards ceremony was held very grandly, with Huo Daheng even personally serving as the award presenter.

When he handed the championship medal to Wu Feng, a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

Clearly, he was quite satisfied with Wu Feng's performance, one could even say he was full of pleasant surprise.

Even knowing that Wu Feng was only playing for fun, he still wanted to try his best to persuade him.

It was indeed as the sports department official sitting at the VIP table had said: as long as Wu Feng was there to anchor the team, the Hong Kong team might have outstanding performances on the international stage in the future.

Naturally, Wu Feng did not know Huo Daheng's thoughts!

He did not have much interest in joining the Hong Kong football team.

Of course, if he had plenty of time, he wouldn't mind playing a few international matches.

He did not attend the victory celebration banquet after winning the championship, but quietly came to the Fenghua Group office in Yangcheng to reunite with Sanjiu's family.

Because of participating in the Guangdong-Hong Kong Cup Football Championship, he not only didn't return to his hometown for the New Year, but he hadn't even gathered with Sanjiu's family for the entire first lunar month.

Now that they were all in Yangcheng, it was only natural to have a good gathering and talk about family matters.

Wu Feng didn't pay much attention to the praise from Sanjiu's family; he smiled lightly, "Playing football was just a whim, and it was a good way to get some exercise during the New Year!"

"With my status, it is not suitable for me to be a professional football player. It's no problem to play occasionally when the mood strikes, but the most important thing is not to neglect my main business!"

Hearing Wu Feng say this, Sanjiu and Sanjiuma were completely relieved.

As for his cousin, who was at an age where he loved to play and have fun, although he didn't quite agree with his cousin's statement, he didn't say anything to spoil the mood in front of the family.

Wu Feng was living a quite leisurely life in the Mainland, but things were not peaceful over in Hong Kong.

(End of this chapter)