185: The "coronation ceremony" of 15 consecutive victories

The turf at Victoria Park shimmered with a vibrant green under the afternoon sun.

Fans in the stands had begun gathering two hours earlier, red and white scarves flying in the air, songs rising in waves.

"Fifteen consecutive wins! Fifteen consecutive wins!"

Deafening shouts surged from all directions, and the entire stadium trembled in anticipation of the impending historical moment.

Lin Feng stood in the executive box, looking down at everything through the glass window.

His fingers tapped lightly on the windowsill, a steady and powerful rhythm.

Today's opponent was Northampton, a team ranked in the middle of the League table.

At the pre-match press conference, Northampton's head coach had already stated, "We are here to learn; Hartlepool United is a great team."

Such a statement was almost equivalent to waving a white flag in advance.

But Lin Feng did not relax his guard because of this.

He knew too well the unpredictability of the football field, and any hint of underestimation could lead to a heavy price.

In the locker room, the players were making their final preparations.

Vardy sat in the corner, his hands clenched into fists, his eyes as focused as a leopard about to be unleashed.

The bandage on his right wrist had been removed, but he still habitually moved his wrist.

"Jamie, how do you feel?"

Henderson walked over and patted Vardy on the shoulder.

"Never better."

Vardy stood up and lightly jumped a few times in place.

"Fifteen consecutive wins, just thinking about it is exciting."

Sigurdsson was checking his boots, not missing a single detail.

The Icelander's meticulousness was fully demonstrated at this moment.

"Gylfi, are you nervous?"

Maloney asked, a slight tremor in his voice.

"Nervous?"

Sigurdsson looked up, his eyes as calm as still water.

"I'm just making sure everything is perfect."

Old John walked into the locker room, holding a tactics board.

His face was serious, but a glimmer of excitement flickered deep in his eyes.

"Gentlemen, the whole world is watching us today."

He placed the tactics board in the center, and everyone's eyes focused on it.

"But, forget the outside noise, forget the pressure of the record."

"What we need to do is play our own football."

The players nodded, and everyone's expression became more focused.

Schmeichel was warming up in front of the goal, every save clean and sharp.

The Danish goalkeeper seemed to be in the best possible form.

Snodgrass and Maloney were practicing passes on the wing, the ball flying at their feet, as precise as if enchanted.

"Robert, today we're going to show them what a wing storm looks like."

Maloney said jokingly.

"Of course."

Snodgrass replied, a confident smile on his face.

In the executive box, Sophie Green was organizing her interview equipment.

Her eyes occasionally darted towards Lin Feng, trying to read something from his expression.

But Lin Feng's face remained with that elusive calmness.

"Are you really not nervous at all?"

Sophie finally couldn't help but ask.

"Nervous?"

Lin Feng turned around, the corner of his mouth slightly upturned.

"Sophie, nervousness comes from uncertainty about the outcome."

"And I never do things I'm not confident about."

His voice carried a convincing power.

Sophie felt her heart beat a few times faster.

This man always had a mysterious charm that made people want to get closer.

In the player's tunnel, the two teams began to line up to enter the field.

Hartlepool United's players all held their heads high, their eyes firm.

Northampton's players, on the other hand, seemed a bit nervous; they knew what they were about to face.

"Let's go!"

Old John's voice rang out, and the players began to walk onto the field.

Victoria Park instantly erupted in deafening cheers.

A red and white ocean rolled in the stands, every fan cheering for their team.

"Hartlepool! Hartlepool!"

The songs echoed through the sky, and the entire stadium trembled.

Lin Feng walked out of the executive box and came to the technical area by the field.

He wanted to witness this historical moment with his own eyes.

The whistle for the start of the match sounded.

Hartlepool United immediately displayed their dominance.

Vardy actively ran in the front field, every touch of the ball full of threat.

Henderson orchestrated the offense in the midfield, his passes as precise as GPS navigation.

Sigurdsson frequently created threats on the left wing, the Icelander's skill fully demonstrated at this moment.

In the 8th minute, an opportunity arose.

Henderson successfully intercepted the ball near the center circle and immediately passed it to Sigurdsson.

The Icelander quickly advanced along the left wing, and facing the pressing defender, he deftly changed direction and dribbled past him.

Near the byline, Sigurdsson chose to cut inside.

His left foot delivered a precise cross from the edge of the penalty area.

The ball traced a perfect arc, heading straight for the far post.

Vardy rushed towards the ball's landing spot like a flash of lightning.

Northampton's defender tried to keep up, but the English striker's speed was too fast.

Vardy leaped high, heading the ball towards the goal!

The ball, with strong spin, flew towards the top right corner of the goal.

Northampton's goalkeeper made a desperate save, but the ball still grazed the underside of the crossbar and nestled into the net.

"Goal! Vardy! Hartlepool United takes the lead!"

The commentator's voice was almost drowned out by the cheers from the crowd.

Victoria Park instantly turned into an ocean of joy.

Vardy ran towards the corner flag, spreading his arms to celebrate the goal.

Teammates rushed over to embrace him, everyone's face filled with excitement.

Lin Feng nodded from the sidelines, his expression still calm.

But a hint of satisfaction flickered deep in his eyes.

The match continued, and Hartlepool United's offensive grew even more fierce.

They were like a precise machine, every part working perfectly.

In the 23rd minute, another opportunity arose.

Maloney received a pass from Snodgrass on the right wing, and the Irish winger immediately began his performance.

Facing the defender, Maloney made a series of feints, then suddenly accelerated and cut inside.

At the edge of the penalty area, Maloney played the ball across to the onrushing Sigurdsson.

The Icelander didn't hesitate for a moment, directly taking a shot.

The ball flew like a cannonball towards the bottom left corner of the goal.

Northampton's goalkeeper made a spectacular save this time, but the ball still slipped through his fingertips.

"Second goal! Sigurdsson! 2-0!"

A thunderous applause erupted once again.

Sigurdsson didn't over-celebrate, simply raising his hands to salute the stands.

The Icelander's composure was particularly precious at this moment.

At the end of the first half, Hartlepool United was already leading 2-0.

The atmosphere in the locker room was relaxed and joyful.

"Gentlemen, you played very well."

Old John's face wore a smile.

"But the match isn't over yet, we need to stay focused."

The players nodded, they knew the coach was right.

Anything can happen on a football field.

After the second half began, Hartlepool United played with more composure.

They began to display some brilliant combinations on the field, drawing rounds of applause from the fans.

In the 67th minute, Vardy once again became the focus.

Henderson delivered a precise long pass from midfield, the ball bypassing Northampton's defense.

Vardy used his speed to shake off the defender, creating a one-on-one opportunity.

Facing the rushing goalkeeper, the English striker calmly slotted the ball into the far corner.

The ball hit the net, and Vardy completed his brace.

"3-0! Vardy's brace! Hartlepool United seals the victory!"

The entire stadium erupted.

Fans waved their scarves, and songs echoed through the sky.

"We are the champions! We are the champions!"

Such chants made every person from Hartlepool feel their blood boil.

In the final stages of the match, Hartlepool United completely controlled the rhythm.

They were like putting on a show, every pass precise and accurate.

Northampton's players had completely lost their fighting spirit; they could only watch helplessly as their opponents displayed their skills on the field.

The moment the final whistle sounded, Victoria Park went completely wild.

"Fifteen consecutive wins! Hartlepool United has created new history!"

The commentator's voice was choked with emotion.

The players rushed onto the field, embracing each other to celebrate this historic moment.

Vardy was lifted high by his teammates, the English striker's face filled with excitement and pride.

Sigurdsson and Henderson hugged tightly, tears glistening in both their eyes.

Schmeichel rushed out of the penalty area, joining the celebrating crowd.

The Danish goalkeeper's face wore a brilliant smile.

In the stands, fans celebrated wildly.

Some were crying, some were laughing, some were hugging strangers.

At this moment, all the people of Hartlepool were one family.

The FA official walked onto the field, holding a specially made trophy.

"Congratulations to Hartlepool United for setting a new record of fifteen consecutive wins in England's third-tier League!"

The official's voice echoed throughout the stadium via the loudspeaker.

Old John accepted the trophy on behalf of the team, the old coach's hands trembling.

At this moment, he remembered his apprehension and unease when he first arrived here.

Who would have thought that in just a few months, this team would have achieved such brilliant accomplishments.

Lin Feng also walked down from the stands and came to the center of the field.

When the players saw the owner appear, they immediately gathered around him.

"Boss! Boss!"

They shouted in unison, every face filled with admiration.

Vardy and Henderson, one on the left and one on the right, lifted Lin Feng high.

Lin Feng waved in the air, a rare smile appearing on his face.

At this moment, he too was infected by the atmosphere.

The system prompt sounded in Lin Feng's mind, but he was completely immersed in the celebratory atmosphere at this moment.

The unlocking of the new function meant that his control over the players would be even more precise.

But for now, he just wanted to enjoy this moment of glory that belonged to everyone.

The celebration lasted for a long time, with fans reluctant to leave.

They wanted to engrave this beautiful moment in their memories forever.

In the locker room, champagne foam sprayed everywhere.

The players splashed champagne on each other like children, everyone laughing uncontrollably.

"Fifteen consecutive wins! We did it!"

Vardy shouted, holding up a champagne bottle.

"This is just the beginning!"

Henderson replied, his voice full of anticipation for the future.

Lin Feng stood aside, quietly watching it all.

His gaze had already moved past the current celebration, towards a more distant future.

The winter transfer window was about to open, and the acquisition of Lallana was already on the agenda.

The FA Cup and League Cup campaigns were still ongoing, with stronger opponents awaiting them.

But for now, he was willing to give the players some time to enjoy this historic moment.

Because they deserved all the praise and glory.

The evening celebration dinner was held at Hartlepool's most luxurious hotel.

All the club staff attended the feast.

Lin Feng sat at the head table, with Old John and Sophie Green beside him.

"Lin, how do you feel now?"

Sophie asked, curiosity in her eyes.

"Very good."

Lin Feng raised his glass and took a sip of red wine.

"But this is just the beginning."

No sooner had he spoken than Richard Arnold excitedly ran over.

The Sporting Director's face was filled with excitement, and he was holding his phone.

"Boss, I have good news!"

Richard's voice trembled slightly.

"Southampton has agreed to officially negotiate the transfer of Lallana!"

Lin Feng's eyes instantly sharpened.

This news came at just the right time.

"When does it start?"

"They hope to meet next week to discuss it in detail."

Richard replied.

"Very good."

Lin Feng nodded.

"Arrange it; our puzzle will soon be complete."

Sophie keenly caught this information.

As an excellent reporter, she knew what this meant.

Lallana was Southampton's key player; if Hartlepool United could successfully acquire him, it would be a huge signal.

This meant that Lin Feng's ambition went far beyond League One.

He wanted to lead this team to a higher stage.

The dinner proceeded with laughter and joy, everyone immersed in the joy of victory.

But Lin Feng's thoughts had already flown to the future.

Fifteen consecutive wins were just a milestone, not the end.

He wanted to create a legend that everyone would look up to.

And this legend had just begun.