Football: I coach Melo, the only man in history

The home team, Lyon, took the lead in revealing their starting lineup.

It was about the same as Director Zhan expected.

The full main lineup is playing!
Goalkeeper: Lopez 84.

Defenders: Tate 77, Denayer 77, Lukeba 78, Dubois 76.

Midfielders: Oyar 81, Paqueta 84, Dai Weijun 72.

Forwards: Traune 79, Moussa Dembele 81, Depay 84.

433 formation, Depay, Moussa Dembele lead the striker, Paqueta, Aouar, Dai Weijun's three iron-blooded midfielders sit on the center line, Denayer leads the defense, and Lopez guards the goal.

On the other hand, on the other side of the visiting team, when Captain Draxler led the players out of the tunnel, everyone already knew which lineup Chen Feng was going to use.

boom!
Nasser angrily smashed the wine glass in his hand to the corner.

The scarlet wine splashed everywhere, and the women around them put away their laughing expressions instantly, and stood aside respectfully, not daring to make a sound.

Nasser still felt depressed, so he threw out the expensive red wine, ashtray, etc. on the table with his backhand.

Bang - click!
The sound of objects being broken echoed in the manor.

After about 3 minutes, the sound gradually disappeared, and the manor returned to calm.

With a gloomy expression, Nasser took the handkerchief handed over by the beautiful woman beside him, wiped his palm delicately, and said in a low voice, "Damn guy, didn't you tell him to go all out? He even came up with a rotation lineup?"

Swearing, can not stop for a long time.

"Hahaha!"

"I knew it, you really won't be in the main lineup!"

"Stupid guy!"

"Do you really think that Nasser is such an easy-going person? You actually violated his wishes. It's best not to make any mistakes in the future, otherwise, you must be the one who gets kicked out!"

"As for this match, you'd better hope to win, otherwise, just wait to be reprimanded by Nasser!"

"Mua, it's cool!"

Looking at the starters on the computer screen, Leonardo had expected it a long time ago. He greedily enjoyed the pleasure brought by the cigar, and the scene of Chen Feng being scolded already appeared in his mind.

"It's a rotation lineup!"

"It seems that Chen Feng is planning to save the main players until the UEFA Champions League three days later."

"I just don't know, this rotation, or in other words, the substitute lineup, against Lyon with all the main players, what is the chance of winning? Let us wait and see!"

Director Zhan gave a brief explanation and handed over the work of introducing the starting lineup to Director Zhang.

Director Zhang patiently introduced: "Paris has changed their formation, playing 4231, the goalkeeper is Rico, and the two full-backs are Dagba and Herrera, who played as a guest full-back in this game."

"The central defenders are Corell and Diallo."

"Paredes, Pereira will be the double midfielder!"

"On the front waistline, looking from left to right, there are Chen Long, Draxler, and Saravia."

"Icardi is a single arrow forward!"

"This is today's starter for the visiting team!"

Stadium, bench.

Bagal felt a little uneasy, "Boss, the club means that this game is going all out to win, are you sure you will be on the bench?"

Chen Feng smiled wryly, and pointed to the 'Chuan' eyebrow on his forehead, "If I'm sure, can I wrinkle my brow like this?"

"Hey, what if I lose this match?"

"Just explain it like this!"

"what?"

"Just try your best. Anyway, we currently have a huge advantage in Ligue [-]. Even if we lose a game, it's nothing."

"But."

"Then let me ask you!" Chen Feng suddenly looked serious, "Is the league or the Champions League important?"

"The Champions League." Bagal blurted out, "Isn't this an obvious thing? Even ten Ligue [-] champions can't get back one Champions League champion. What's more, the club has invested a lot in the Champions League over the past few years."

"That's it, even you understand the truth, why don't the people on the board of directors understand?"

"It seems that the big consortium behind the club is going to make some big moves recently, so we are asked to keep the winning streak going."

"None of my business!"

Chen Feng is impatient, what does your consortium have to do with me?
As long as I try my best to do my job well, even the starting lineup has to interfere. What use do you want me as a head coach?

So in the end, Chen Feng still decided to follow his heart and act according to the original plan.

"Well, you're right."

Bagal thought deeply, but his nod quickly turned into shaking his head, "No, boss, I can understand anything, so how stupid am I in your eyes?"

"Ah, not stupid, not stupid, our old bus is the smartest!"

"Perfunctory."

"I mean it from the heart, you're really smart!"

"Too fake"

"You're right, you're really stupid!"

"Head."

When the two were bickering, the game on the field had entered a more critical moment. Lyon scored in Paris's half and worked out a series of offensive plans around the left flank.

In the 12th minute, Dai Weijun made a wonderful pass, passed through the blockade of Pereira and Liu Ruofan, and found Depay.

The core player of the Dutch national team easily passed the political commissar of Egypt who is temporarily serving as the left back!

He glanced at the restricted area.

A cross from the right foot!
In the penalty area, Moussa Dembele was like a swift cheetah, quickly breaking through the line of defense formed by Correll and Diallo.

Before the two could react, they kicked the ball right in the center!

boom!
The ball gallops out!

Rico reacted quickly and fell to the ground to block the ball.

However, the ball was not far away from the siege, and Depay who followed up followed up with a poke shot——歘!

The ball goes into the net.

"Roar!"

After the goal, Depay was extremely excited, roared, clenched his fists, and rushed to the sidelines.

He was greeted by the cheers of all the Lyon fans at the scene. In the eyes of Lyon fans, Depay is their KING!

The king who can pass, shoot and shoot is back again

Tears flowed from the depths of emotion, Depay covered his rosy eyes and knelt on the ground. This was his 10th Ligue [-] goal this season.

And this is also his 4th consecutive season scoring in double figures!

If it weren't for the injury at the beginning of the season, Depay must have a place in the top scorer list in Ligue [-]!
How did he survive the intertwined period of pain and depression when he was injured? Except for himself, only God knows.

"Oh, what a pity!"

"It's hard to watch."

"It's all because of the damn schedule!"

On the bench, except for Messi who was silent, everyone else sighed.

Bagar, who was not far away, was even more annoyed, pulling his loose hair vigorously, as if he was thinking about countermeasures.

Only Chen Feng remained calm.