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Chapter 131 : The ”Sponge” of the Stadium of Light (Part 1) · Oct 01, 2026

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101 Chapter 101 : Battle of the Giants at Victoria Park 2026-10-01
102 Chapter 102 : The fatal ”diagonal line” 2026-10-01
103 Chapter 103 : The value of a champion 2026-10-01
104 Chapter 104 : The covetousness of the wealthy 2026-10-01
105 Chapter 105 : The test at St Andrews 2026-10-01
106 Chapter 106 : Critical Blow 2026-10-01
107 Chapter 107 : The growth curve of the ”monster” 2026-10-01
108 Chapter 108 : The King’s Weakness 2026-10-01
109 Chapter 109 : Brunton Park’s ”stifling” game 2026-10-01
110 Chapter 110 : Cracks in the ”Iron Bucket Formation” 2026-10-01
111 Chapter 111 : The ”no-striker formation” experiment and the youth training parade 2026-10-01
112 Chapter 112 : Children’s ”War Games” 2026-10-01
113 Chapter 113 : Space Hide and Seek and the Storm of Youth (Part 1) 2026-10-01
114 Chapter 114 : Space Hide and Seek and the Storm of Youth (Part 2) 2026-10-01
115 Chapter 115 : The Beginning of the Frenzy and the Future of the Chess Game (Part 1) 2026-10-01
116 Chapter 116 : The Beginning of the Frenzy and the Future Game (Part 2) 2026-10-01
117 Chapter 117 : The ”taste” of victory and the ”foundation” of the future 2026-10-01
118 Chapter 118 : Mirror match at Victoria Park 2026-10-01
119 Chapter 119 : The ”truth” of victory and the ”loneliness” behind the scenes 2026-10-01
120 Chapter 120 : ”Games” Beyond the Board (Part 1) 2026-10-01
121 Chapter 121 : ”Games” Beyond the Board (Part 2) 2026-10-01
122 Chapter 122 : A beast trapped in the quagmire 2026-10-01
123 Chapter 123 : The Victory of Will and the Gaze of ”K” 2026-10-01
124 Chapter 124 : Uninvited guests and the ”disturbance” in Phoenix 2026-10-01
125 Chapter 125 : ”Checkmates” on and off the chessboard 2026-10-01
126 Chapter 126 : Invitation from the ”Chess Player” 2026-10-01
127 Chapter 127 : Seagull’s ”broken wings” 2026-10-01
128 Chapter 128 : The beginning of the ”chess game” 2026-10-01
129 Chapter 129 : Chess pieces and players 2026-10-01
130 Chapter 130 : declaration 2026-10-01
131 Chapter 131 : The ”Sponge” of the Stadium of Light (Part 1) 2026-10-01
132 Chapter 132 : The ”Sponge” of the Stadium of Light (Part 2) 2026-10-01
133 Chapter 133 : Final Shot 2026-10-01
134 Chapter 134 : Derby Carnival and the ”Heart of the Empire” (Part 1) 2026-10-01
135 Chapter 135 : Derby Carnival and the ”Heart of the Empire” (Part 2) 2026-10-01
136 Chapter 136 : The Devil’s Lair and the Alarm Bell 2026-10-01
137 Chapter 137 : ”General” at the devil’s home court 2026-10-01
138 Chapter 138 : Sky-high Naming Rights Price (Part 1) 2026-10-01
139 Chapter 139 : The Empire’s ”Declaration” (Part 2) 2026-10-01
140 Chapter 140 : Derby’s heritage 2026-10-01
141 Chapter 141 : The A19 Derby of the ”Kindergarten” (Part 1) 2026-10-01
142 Chapter 142 : The A19 Derby of the ”Kindergarten” (Part 2) 2026-10-01
143 Chapter 143 : Derby’s heritage 2026-10-01
144 Chapter 144 : The ”habit” of victory 2026-10-01
145 Chapter 145 : The ”trouble” of victory and the ”prey” of the winter transfer window 2026-10-01
146 Chapter 146 : - Chapter 2: The Troubles of Victory (Part 2) 2026-10-01
147 Chapter 147 : The ”timid” opponent and the ”hungry” lion 2026-10-01
148 Chapter 148 : Heavy artillery and overwhelming victory 2026-10-01
149 Chapter 149 : The ”students” of St George’s Park 2026-10-01
150 Chapter 150 : The reputation of ”masters” and the ”soft power” of the empire 2026-10-01

131: The ”Sponge” of the Stadium of Light (Part 1)On the stands of Victoria Park Stadium, a blue and white ocean surged with fervent waves.

The roar of nearly ten thousand home fans shook the entire stadium.

Every flag fluttered in the night wind, and every shout carried the stubbornness and unyielding spirit of the North.

”Hartlepool!”

”Never Retreat!”

The sound waves crashed over the stadium, one after another, as if threatening to overturn the old arena.

In the Sky Sports live broadcast room, Martin Tyler’s voice echoed through microphones into thousands of homes.

His tone carried the unique passion of a professional commentator, but even more, a genuine anticipation for this match.

”Welcome to the heated North Derby!”

He paused for a second, allowing the audience to fully absorb the atmosphere.

”League One leader Hartlepool United hosts Premier League team Sunderland!”

The camera panned across the stands, capturing the excited faces of the fans. Every face bore the same expression—a craving for victory, a desire to prove themselves.

”The showdown between Roy Keane and the mysterious ’Shadow Coach’ Lin Feng is full of highlights!”

The pundit beside the commentary desk nodded, his gaze fixed on the coaching bench by the field.

Old John was making a final check of the tactics board, his fingers tracing something in the air, his lips moving slightly.

He was silently reciting every detail Lin Feng had instructed, every possible variable.

Meanwhile, in the VIP box, Lin Feng sat quietly.

A cup of coffee sat before him, steam still rising in wisps.

But his attention was entirely focused on the real-time data streaming from the World-Class Club Development Platform.

Sunderland players’ physical condition, psychological fluctuations, technical characteristics—every piece of information flashed in his mind with precise numbers.

”Let’s look at the starting lineups for both teams.”

Martin Tyler’s voice rang out again, and the camera switched to the large screen in the center of the stadium.

”Away team Sunderland has fielded almost their full-strength squad, in a 4-4-2 formation.”

The large screen displayed Sunderland’s starting lineup, every name representing Premier League-level strength.

”The goalkeeper is Scotland international Craig Gordon, a goalkeeper who has performed excellently in international matches.”

Under the camera, Gordon’s eyes calmly swept across the pitch, as if this was not a lower-tier League Cup match, but a World Cup final.

”The defense is led by captain Dean Whitehead.”

Whitehead was communicating with his teammates, his gestures firm and powerful, his captain’s armband gleaming under the lights.

”The midfield core consists of Grant Leadbitter and Kieran Richardson.”

The two midfielders passed the ball around the center circle, their movements fluid and precise. This was a display of Premier League-level skill; even their warm-up seemed effortless.

”Up front are target man Kenwyne Jones and pacey forward Michael Chopra.”

Jones’s height advantage was very obvious; every jump in the penalty area easily surpassed the surrounding players.

Chopra, meanwhile, sprinted back and forth on the wing, testing his speed.

”Now, let’s look at the home team, Hartlepool United.”

The camera turned to the home team’s half, where the blue and white jerseys appeared particularly vibrant under the lights.

”They have also fielded their strongest lineup, in a 4-3-3 formation.”

”The goalkeeper is Kasper Schmeichel.”

Schmeichel was performing save drills in front of the goal, his movements agile and explosive. Each save was like a rehearsal for the battle to come.

”The defensive line consists of Walker, Shawcross, Nelson, Robson.”

The four defenders stood in a line, discussing their defensive positioning.

Walker’s young face showed determination, and Shawcross’s eyes gleamed with a desire to fight.

”The midfield trio is Henderson, Sigurdsson, Tinkler.”

Henderson ran back and forth in midfield, every step firm.

Sigurdsson’s white breath was clearly visible under the stadium lights, the chill from him seemed heavier than the North Sea’s evening breeze, even the surrounding clamor couldn’t disturb him.

”The front line is Maloney, Vardy, Snodgrass.”

Vardy was doing sprint drills, his speed drawing glances from the surrounding staff.

Maloney and Snodgrass warmed up on the wings, their coordination appearing seamless.

”They clearly want to go toe-to-toe with a Premier League team!”

No sooner had the commentator’s words faded than the referee’s whistle blew.

The match officially began.

Sunderland immediately showed the demeanor of a Premier League team.

They had no hesitation, launching a fierce offensive from the very first second of kickoff.

Leadbitter’s first pass in midfield was full of menace, the ball accurately finding Richardson on the right wing.

Richardson received the ball without stopping, directly sending in a cross.

The ball arced through the air, flying precisely towards Jones in the penalty area.

Jones leaped high, his height advantage fully demonstrated at this moment.

Shawcross, despite his best efforts, still could not prevent the opponent’s header.

Schmeichel reacted extremely quickly.

He dove to his right, his palm accurately striking the ball. The ball changed direction, hit the post, and bounced out for a goal kick.

The entire crowd gasped; it had been less than two minutes since kickoff, and Sunderland had almost scored.

The corner kick was taken, and it was another header from Jones.

This time, Schmeichel chose to come out, making physical contact with Jones in the air, but still successfully claiming the ball.

Sunderland’s offense came in waves.

They used their Premier League-level physical confrontation and game tempo to constantly pressure Hartlepool United’s half.

Every pass carried a strong purpose, every run seemed well-organized.

Kenwyne Jones demonstrated a powerful pivot role in the penalty area.

He was not just a goal threat but the core of the entire attacking system.

His headers, lay-offs, and hold-up play caused huge problems for Hartlepool’s defense.

As soon as Henderson received the ball, the opposing defensive midfielder was almost on his back, the force making him feel like he had hit a wall.

He had never experienced this level of physical confrontation in League One; every touch of the ball became a gamble.

But Lin Feng’s ”Sponge Tactic” began to take effect.

Hartlepool United retreated en masse, their formation kept extremely compact.

Four defenders formed a solid defensive line, with three midfielders creating another barrier in front of them.

Henderson’s midfield line was like a moving shield.

He constantly ran, filling every possible gap.

When Sunderland’s players attacked from the left, he would quickly move to the left; when the opponent switched to the right, he would quickly cover the right side.

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