Lin Chen was like a gust of wind, advancing fast with the ball.
In the stands, all the spectators widened their eyes and let out bursts of amazed exclamations.
"Damn, could this player be possessed by Maradona and Ronaldo? That's impressive."
"If this guy makes it to the national team, not to mention breaking through Asia, even the World Cup could be possible!"
Lin Chen's dribbling was simply too cool. Facing two players blocking his path, he effortlessly performed a step-over and left the two players behind. Then, with a clever feint, he shook off another player.
The ball seemed to stick to his feet as Lin Chen breezed past six players in one go, taking the ball straight from midfield to near the penalty area.
At that moment, Xu Zaiyun charged at Lin Chen. He was a central defender, strong as a bull.
On this pitch, it was he and Li Minghao who dominated; how could he allow someone to steal their thunder?
