"Whoosh!"
As everyone watched, the football flew straight into the top corner.
The Yellow Team's goalkeeper desperately dove to his right, but still failed to block the shot, and the ball ultimately flew into the goal!
One to zero!
The Red Team, who had been suppressing the Yellow Team, finally scored the first goal of the first half!
Hadi, who had just scored, excitedly ran over from the right side of the field, the joy of scoring clearly written on his face, and emotionally hugged Su Feng.
"Is your name Feng?"
"That pass just now was absolutely brilliant!"
"I believe with that amazing pass, you'll definitely pass the tryout and join our team!"
Su Feng patted Hadi's back and politely replied, "Thank you, your shot just now was also very brilliant!"
Meanwhile, on the sidelines.
Freiburg Head Coach Dennis, sitting in the dugout watching the match, touched his nose in disbelief.
He couldn't believe that the high-quality curved pass just now was kicked by this young Chinese player who came for a tryout.
As an observer, watching from a third-person perspective, he naturally saw Su Feng's footwork clearly: stopping the ball, dribbling past an opponent, cutting inside, and making a long pass—all executed flawlessly.
He was simply too calm!
But this completely contradicted Su Feng's previous performance on the field.
"Dennis, I think we've found a treasure this time!"
The Assistant Coach looked at Su Feng in the crowd and couldn't help but say excitedly.
"We can't jump to conclusions so early," Dennis said with a complex expression, "Other than that good cross just now, did he have any other outstanding performances on the field?"
"Look at his passive performance on the field just now."
"Who knows if that kick of his was just a lucky strike under pressure?"
The Assistant Coach immediately retorted, "But, look how calm he is during the celebration; he clearly has great confidence in that pass!"
Dennis shook his head, "There's still some time left in the match, let's wait and see!"
Although this goal lessened Dennis's initial reservations about Su Feng, he still maintained his stance, wanting to see what other surprising performances Su Feng would deliver in the upcoming match, beyond just passing.
After speaking, Dennis once again turned his attention back to the field, continuing to watch the match.
On the field at this moment, Balke, who had just suffered immense humiliation, was looking at the Yellow Team's center-back who had been defending Su Feng with furious eyes.
In his opinion, although he hadn't caught up to Su Feng, it was all because that center-back hadn't limited Su Feng in time, which led to him making that high-quality pass, making Balke himself a mere backdrop.
"Balke, why are you staring at me? Is it entirely my fault that the opponent scored this time?" The Yellow Team's center-back couldn't help but speak, seeing Balke's unfriendly gaze.
Balke retorted sharply, "Isn't it?"
"If I hadn't covered back in time just now, that kid would have had a one-on-one! As for you, do your job. You don't think your defensive skills are better than mine, do you?"
Balke snorted, too lazy to continue arguing with the Yellow Team's center-back, and turned to run towards the front of the field to prepare for the restart.
He secretly vowed to get even in the upcoming match.
The match quickly restarted.
After the Red Team's striker passed the ball to the right winger Hadi, he passed it to the midfielder Alger, while instructing, "That Chinese kid has good skills. Give him more passes later so he has more chances to show off."
On the other side, the Yellow Team, after Hadi's goal, did not have their resolve broken; instead, it made them more determined, and they launched even fiercer pressing and defending.
As a result, after several passes by the Red Team, they couldn't advance the ball into the attacking third, and the football remained controlled by the Red Team's midfielders.
When the match reached the fortieth minute, the Red Team's left-back finally found an opportunity to pass the ball to Su Feng, who was deep in the Yellow Team's territory.
But the moment Su Feng received the ball, the Yellow Team players instantly recalled the scene of the goal just now!
He dribbled past several center-backs consecutively and then delivered such a high-quality pass?
This time, they couldn't possibly allow Su Feng to have another chance to dribble near the penalty area and repeat the same mistake.
Immediately.
The Yellow Team's left-back immediately moved forward, tightly marking Su Feng. He was very experienced, keeping his center of gravity low and not pressing forward, but merely blocking Su Feng's breakthrough route tightly.
And behind him, there were even two more center-backs providing cover.
Even the Yellow Team's midfielder moved closer to prevent Su Feng from crossing again.
Facing such tight marking, the Yellow Team players no longer felt as worried.
No matter how good Su Feng's skills were, dribbling past a full-back and crossing was the most he could do.
Did he really think he could dribble past all of them and go on a solo run into the penalty area to shoot?
That was simply impossible!
The defense on the right side was a bit too aggressive, allowing that kid to seize the opportunity and show off.
If they defended the wing well, it would definitely be impenetrable!
This was not a very threatening position!
But as we were thinking, Su Feng's footwork had already begun.
Facing such tight defense, he naturally wouldn't foolishly dribble forward to break through or recklessly display his skills.
"Bang bang!"
Only a few very continuous sounds were heard as Su Feng performed a bicycle dribble, skillfully moving the football towards the center.
The Yellow Team's full-back thought Su Feng was going to cut inside and break through, and he quickly moved his feet in a panic, attempting to keep up with his movements.
But just as he shifted his weight and his footing became unstable, Su Feng suddenly stopped, made a backheel pass, and steadily passed the ball to the midfielder behind him.
Then, he quickly bypassed the Yellow Team's full-back in front of him and darted into the space in the midfield.
"Here!"
Su Feng raised his right hand, calling for the ball again.
The Red Team's attacking midfielder received the ball and scanned the field. He saw Su Feng making a forward run into the midfield to call for the ball, and Alger nearby seemed to have a better chance for a long-range shot, but this was, after all, this Chinese kid's tryout.
After some thought, he decided to give Su Feng a chance and immediately kicked the ball.
"Boom!"
A high cross went directly towards Su Feng's position.
Su Feng looked up at the arc of the football and judged its landing spot.
He was rather fortunate that this midfielder's footwork was quite skilled, and this cross was of relatively good quality.
"Oh no! Quickly block his shooting lane!"
A Yellow Team center-back saw Su Feng's intention to shoot and immediately called for another center-back to come and defend together.
He felt that if they were just a bit faster, they could block Su Feng's shooting lane before he could control the ball.
But at this moment, the football had already arrived in front of Su Feng.
No one expected that Su Feng had no intention of stopping the ball; he directly swung his left leg, leaning slightly to the right, allowing the football to fly directly in front of him.
"Bang!"
Su Feng's outside of the foot firmly struck the lower half of the football, and a high-quality Volley went directly towards the Yellow Team's goal.