"Boom! Piacenza! Piacenza! Piacenza!"

The moment the referee blew the effective whistle of the goal on the Leonardo Stadium, the Piacenza fans, who had already been depressed at halftime, finally had the opportunity to vent their vent.

"Super—Feng!Super—Feng!Super—Feng!"

The team's name and the master of the goal resounded throughout the field at this moment, and Liu Feng on the field directly pushed away the teammates who rushed up from the wind and bypassed Benalio and hugged the ball in the net.

"Go back quickly, we still have time!"

Liu Feng's expression and tone were so serious that even with less than a minute left in the game, all the players couldn't help but follow him closely.

Before the team's souls give up, they are not qualified to give up easily.

"Oh~, after recovering a goal, Piacenza still did not stop. They had already put the ball on the kickoff point, and A Feng seemed to be negotiating with the referee."

"Sir, they were wasting too much time when they just laid out the walls, and I think that time should be added."

"I don't need you to teach me how to yell!"

"Well, OK sir, but I still hope you can take it into consideration."

At this moment, Liu Feng was trying to buy even more time for the team. Unfortunately, the referee, who was upset by the constant fouls of the two teams, seemed to have not listened to his opinion.

In response to this, Liu Feng could only shake his head and return to his position.

"Paul, Racha, try your best to press after the kickoff. Once you get it, try to shoot!"

Turning his head and saying the last sentence to his friends in the team, Liu Feng stopped saying anything. He turned around and looked at the Wolfsburg team who was sluggishly returning to the serving position without any emotion.

"Shh!!!"

"Okay, I've re-telectioned, the score has reached 2:3. There is only one goal left between the two teams, but there is only less than a minute left."

After the ball reopened, Liu Jianhong and all Piacenza were eager to see this minute pass a little slower.

"Wolfsburg kicked the ball towards the backcourt after the kickoff. They didn't plan to let the Piacenza players touch the ball at this last minute. Oh~, a group of Piacenza players have rushed up and they began to press against Wolfsburg's midfielder that was not all."

At this moment, Ramirez, Ganso, Naingran, and Ramondi, who had been replaced later, broke into the opponent's penalty area. They kept running and snatching out, and rushed to rush out under the guidance of the figure in front.

"The players in Wolf Castle are obviously not focused. They are very embarrassed to face Piacenza's pressing, but the ball is still under their feet!"

Liu Jianhong's voice was already trembling at this moment. He was extremely looking forward to what would happen next: "The game has entered the countdown, and there are twenty seconds left."

"Razha, left!!!"

On the court, when the ball was returned to the feet of Santana by the defender, Liu Feng called out Naingran, who was closest to him. The two of them had no more communication at this moment, but they completed a very classic sound-at-the-east attack and Western interception.

"Naingran rushed to the left, Santana took the ball from the right, A Feng, intercepted the ball!!!"

When Liu Feng, who was running quickly, broke out from the sky and broke the ball from Santana to his feet, the game had completely entered the countdown stage. Liu Feng, who was still in the midfield, understood that he had no time to dribble again.

"Bang!"

"I kicked my feet straight, and the ball flew towards the Wolfsburg gate. The game time has come!!!"

Everyone's eyes were focused on the ball, and Liu Feng's extremely strong shooting force allowed the shot to still have considerable flight speed when flying from the midfield to the penalty area.

If Benalio, who had not been motionless in the small penalty area since the game started again, would be a perfect shot, and the ball's whereabouts were firmly close to the crossbar of the goal.

"Benario, he, he pushed the ball out..."

“嘘!嘘!!嘘~!!”

The two short and one long whistle sounded directly at this moment, and the game ended.

“…”

Liu Jianhong fell into silence for a long time during the commentary, and the home fans in the stands were the same.

At this moment, only Wolfburg players and their fans were cheering.

"grass!"

Liu Feng was so thick that he didn't feel physically exhausted when he came on the bench, he collapsed on the court like other players at this moment.

When he sent this shot out, he felt extremely wonderful, but Benalio turned him out at the last moment.

In this world, the saddest thing is not that it has never been, but that it has been possible.

The depression that was almost able to get a point for the team was condensed in Liu Feng's chest at this moment.

"Captain, stand up!"

"Feng, this is not your fault."

"The fans are cheering for us, Feng."

...

I don’t know how long I lie down, but when the noisy sound in my ears slowly faded and the song of Piacenza sounded, Liu Feng saw the teammates surrounding him.

After taking the hand handed over by Nainglan, he stood up and turned to look at the stands. Liu Feng was surprised to find that their fans had not left the court.

"Oh~~, we are Piacenza! Roar! We are fierce hungry wolf!!!"

Seeing the players' eyes coming, the loyal fans of the South Stand started shouting in the drumbeat.

"Okay, boys, wipe your tears, the fans are still waiting for you to finish the curtain call." Conte came to the team at some point, and he kept comforting the red-eyed players in the team and pulling Scapelli, who can finally come out of the locker room, to his side.

"This is just a game. You have to go through a lot in the future. El, don't cry!"

"Sir, understand!"

After sucking his nose hard, Scapelli wiped his tears after glaring at Conte.

"Look at the fans on the stage. They felt as uncomfortable as we did after losing, but at this moment they were giving you cheers that were no less than winning."

With a wave of his hand, he brought the team to the stands side by side with Liu Feng. Conte turned around and spoke to the players in an extremely serious tone: "Next time, when the team is in trouble again, don't forget this scene."

"roar!"

On this day, Piacenza ushered in his first defeat in the Champions League. This young team is still long and far from the road to success, but it has taken another big step from maturity.
Chapter completed!