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Chapter 285 Masturbation (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
The weather was fine on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year.

Flags fluttered and ribbons waved in the Mong Kok Stadium, and all six thousand seats were filled with spectators.

Today is the second day of the Guangdong-Hong Kong Cup Championship, and also the first appearance of Wu Feng's football team.

On the sidelines, ATV's live broadcast equipment was already turned on, and they were conducting a pre-match live broadcast to warm up the audience.

In the VIP section, Mr. Fok was prominently seated, surrounded by so-called Hong Kong social elites, as well as sports officials who had come from the mainland, with Chiang Tin-sang accompanying them.

The best seats in the audience were occupied by many wealthy second-generation heirs who frequently appeared in the news, accompanied by their female companions.

Although the match had not officially started yet, the atmosphere in the stadium was already quite enthusiastic.

The audience was mostly discussing yesterday's exciting match, and everyone was beaming with excitement.

Wu Feng's deliberately requested offensive style of play had a very eye-catching effect.

As I said before, the most exciting and captivating moments in a football match are when the teams are attacking each other, which is also when the atmosphere in the stadium is at its most intense.

ATV broadcast both matches live yesterday, and Wu Feng watched them on television.

Whether they are players from mainland city teams or Hong Kong island clubs, the vast majority of them lack basic skills, which is what is known as being "rough" or "unskilled".

As for tactics and techniques, they were even more appalling; in short, the match was extremely chaotic.

Their offense lacks structure and often relies on the individual performances of one or two star players.

Of course, it wasn't just random blunders; they were playing a rather crude long-pass and cross-ball tactic.

It can only be said that the English football tactical style has profoundly influenced the tactics and strategies of Hong Kong teams.

When defending, they just swarm around each other, and they can't get the ball past the players.

There are basically no clues about their positioning or defensive tactics.

Just like relying on star players in offense, they also rely on individual ability to make plays in defense.

The players who performed well stood out, while the rest of the players seemed to disappear.

Wu Feng's impression was that the match was chaotic and disorganized.

This is likely related to his strong insistence on an offensive-oriented approach, which the teams he fielded were not used to.

Fortunately, the match was really exciting. Although there were frequent passing and dribbling errors, the intense and exciting attacks were still quite captivating.

Every now and then, the audience would erupt in cheers or boos, creating a truly enthusiastic atmosphere.

Plus, it happened to be during the Spring Festival!

Although Hong Kong Island does not have a so-called Lunar New Year holiday, there are still quite a few spectators who are willing to watch the games live when they have free time, which may also be related to the lack of entertainment activities in the current era.

Didn't you see? Even many of the famous rich kids who are often in the newspapers have come here.
Time passed quickly, and soon the two teams participating in the match took to the field.

Wu Feng and a group of former substitutes, now key players, who had been trained by him for a month, made their debut.

The team was lucky!
During the draw, the opponent was also a Hong Kong Island team, but a weaker, less competitive team.

Wu Feng breathed a sigh of relief; this kind of opponent was just right.

He could confidently guarantee that he hadn't cheated during the draw; it was purely luck. Of course, whether others believed him or not was none of his concern.

With a sharp whistle, the entire audience cheered, and the match officially began.

Wu Feng, playing in midfield, received a back pass from the center circle forward and kicked the ball directly into the open area on the right flank.

The team's right-back, who had already started running, sprinted thirty meters with all his might, finally arriving just as the ball was about to go out of bounds, and delivered a straight, unpretentious pass.

The football flew straight across the halfway line and rolled along the sideline toward the opponent's backfield.

Before the opposing team's wingers and defenders could react, our right-back, head down, charged across the halfway line and into the opponent's 30-meter zone in their own half.

Facing the rolling ball, he instinctively crossed it. Throughout the entire exchange, the guy never once raised his head.

At the same time, the team's forwards and midfielders quickly moved forward, and the entire defensive line followed suit.

Faced with Wu Feng's team suddenly increasing the pace, the opponents were clearly unprepared and lost their composure.

At this moment, Wu Feng's team moved forward rapidly on all three lines, looking quite aggressive.

However, if European professionals were present, they would see that there were loopholes everywhere.

But the audience at the scene didn't know that; they just felt that Wu Feng's team was very special.

Some spectators gasped in surprise, and the atmosphere in the entire football stadium became tense.

As the ball flew from the wing to the center, the team's striker had already reached the vicinity of the penalty area.

This guy was a white man who was at least 1.88 meters tall. He suddenly jumped up and headed the flying soccer ball away.

Wu Feng arrived at lightning speed, straightened his chest, stopped the flying football in front of him, pushed off the ground with his left foot, and slammed his right foot into the football.

The next moment, the round football suddenly deformed and shot into the sky like a cannonball.

Cough cough, it hit the target but went straight up!

Oh...

Many viewers instinctively booed loudly, clearly dissatisfied with Wu Feng's masturbation.

Damn it, doesn't he even consider how long he's been practicing?
Of course, I was also quite frustrated.

Indeed, the intense competition helped him hone his control over his body.

Wu Feng remained unmoved and loudly called for his teammates to return to defense.

As for the sidelines, there was no head coach there giving instructions.

For a low-intensity match like this, having him as the on-field head coach is sufficient.

In other words, there wasn't enough time to find a suitable head coach.

Otherwise, he would have replaced the team's original head coach, who had a strong sense of江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry), long ago.

"This team has something special about them!"

Sitting in the VIP section, Huo Daheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief and spoke to his old friend beside him.

He didn't expect Wu Feng's team to perform so well.

Unlike other teams that are slow and sluggish, their speed and rhythm are astonishing, giving him the illusion of watching a top European league team.

"There are indeed some things!"

Those friends who can sit next to Huo Daheng must have extraordinary status and position.

Crucially, this guy is also a die-hard football fan; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to connect with Huo Daheng.

"The attack is swift and the style of play is simple and clear, especially the use of that center forward. It seems that European teams don't use such tactics, do they?"

"Indeed!"

Huo Daheng nodded in agreement and chuckled, "Most center forwards basically stand in the penalty area waiting for their teammates to pass the ball and contest for headers, unlike this one."

"Instead of rushing into the penalty area, he received the ball outside the penalty area and then passed it!"

"Without a skilled long-range shooter, such a pass is basically useless!"

"What a pity, that guy's heavy artillery blast just now actually hit the plane!"

(End of this chapter)