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Chapter 152 Immortal Ball World Wave!Playing is an early celebration!
At the moment, the Istanbul Stadium is divided into two completely different scenes by the color of the jerseys.

The Manchester United fans in red jerseys shouted loudly at this moment, waving the excitement in their hearts.

The Galatasaray fans, who were wearing brown jerseys, fell into silence for a while.

The Galatasaray fans looked at the figure wearing Manchester United's No. [-] on the pitch at the moment, and the anger in their eyes couldn't be suppressed at all!
This is their most proud home court. The last time the same city team gave Manchester United a big defeat here [-]-[-]!
When it was their turn this time, it was Manchester United who scored first!
"What are you being arrogant about?"

"Didn't you just score one goal? We scored three of you last time!"

"You already have a lot of yellow cards on your body. Let me see what expressions you have on your faces when you get sent off!"

"We Galatasaray are invincible!"

"Fucking Manchester United! Fucking Lu Chenfeng!"

"..."

After throwing all the throwing objects in their hands, these extreme fans pointed their fingers at Lu Chenfeng and cursed angrily.

This kind of real pointing scene is still very shocking to other audiences.

But for Lu Chenfeng who was in it, he automatically blocked all of this, and just celebrated to his heart's content.

He raced along Galatasaray's fan area, all the way to the players' tunnel.

Looking at the fans who threw things at him at the beginning of the game, he slowly stretched out his hands, put them by his ears, and then stood on the spot.

Seen from a distance, Lu Chenfeng's back is tall and straight, but against the background of the fans, he looks a little lonely, feeling like a lonely brave man.

He is using his own way to fight back some things off the field, using goals to silence these people.

Although weak, but also extremely rich in spiritual strength!

"Wind! Wind! Wind!"

The Manchester United fans at the scene shouted and cheered for their favorite player.

They are declaring that they will always stand on the same side with Lu Chenfeng!

There are quite a few fans from the British Peninsula today, and there are more than [-] seats at the scene!

If there are extreme Galatasaray fans rushing down the stands, these street ruffians from Manchester will definitely rush down the stands without hesitation!

Protect their favorite players and fight against rival fans!

However, in the history of football, it is rare for such fans to enter the stadium to fight.

The fans of Galatasaray are extreme, and they will definitely not choose to end the game first.

From the bottom of their hearts, they feel that football is also sacred.

Everything should be solved with football.

It's just that sometimes, they will use some heresy ways to increase the probability of the team's victory!

"One to zero! Lu Chenfeng saw a header again!"

"We could see him swimming along the stands of the Galatasaray fans on the sidelines and he was hitting them back."

"Perhaps you are off the field and cannot feel the hostility towards Lu Chenfeng from the local Istanbul fans on the field."

"But what I want to tell you is that it is unimaginable for you, and it is impossible for this quilt to withstand the scene!"

"I think that as Lu Chenfeng's reputation grows, he will be targeted more and more in football in the future."

"When a man's strength exceeds the strength within the rules, people will want to stop him with something outside the rules."

"But if that person's strength really exceeds the rules, his spiritual will will not be easily broken."

"These obstacles will only give them greater motivation to move forward."

"Lu Chenfeng must be such a person."

He Wei's poetic voice sounded from the commentary seat on the sidelines.

He can still empathize with Lu Chenfeng's emotions.

And although a commentator cannot have personal emotions when explaining the game.

But when the people in his own country were suffering from the malice of tens of thousands of Turks, He Wei still couldn't help pointing out all this directly, and stood on Lu Chenfeng's side!

He is expressing his support for Lu Chenfeng in his own way, because he is also a Chinese, and because Lu Chenfeng is their spiritual sustenance!

In the comment area of ​​knowing the net, the domestic fans are also filled with righteous indignation!
"Damn it, there are more people than people, right? See if we register an account after the game, we can't beat Galatasaray's fan community!"

"Compared to us? People who bully us? Really don't want to live!"

"Just to tell a joke, the number of people watching the live broadcast here surpasses the number of people in Turkey."

"I can't take it anymore, Lu Chenfeng must perform at his best in this match, and punish these people properly!"

"Into the three of them! Kill the game directly and advance to the final!"

"This goal came too timely, it was hearty!"

"Fuck the Galatasaray people to death! Let's come after the game and watch the Manchester United players on the pitch!"

"When I return to Manchester United's home court, I will see if these Galatasaray people are still so arrogant!"

"..."

The speed at which things spread on the Internet is very fast, and at the same time, it is very convenient to do things that were not possible before.

Although it is impossible to hit people along the network cable, it is very simple to make some verbal attacks on the Internet.

At this moment, in the gap between watching the live broadcast.

Countless Huaxia fans turned on their computers, logged in or registered accounts on the external network, and hacked into Galatasaray's official account and some fan forums.

Their hands clattered on the keyboard, supporting Lu Chenfeng outside the arena.

It is conceivable that when these Galatasaray fans finally returned home and turned on their mobile phones, what a shocking scene they saw!
But on the court at this time, after celebrating, Lu Chenfeng came to the place where the conflict almost broke out.

He stood directly in front of the crowd, and came in front of Louis with a sneer.

"Your dirty moves are as dirty as your soul. A player like you will never be able to play in the top league or win any gold-worthy championships."

He was not afraid of Louis at all, and directly started a war of words. At the same time, he stood in front of Louis and fought against him.

Top bull is a situation that often appears in football battles.

The two sides usually put their foreheads together because they need to vent their emotions and because they want to avoid winning cards.

Whoever gets started first will receive a yellow card.

The shame and anger on Louis' face at this moment is self-evident, but he couldn't say anything after holding back for a long time, because he did have some small movements just now.

And after making a small move, Lu Chenfeng was not restrained and allowed the opponent to score a goal.

This made him feel insulted, both physically and psychologically!

"You wait for me!"

In the end, after holding back for a long time, he just said a harsh word and gave Lu Chenfeng a slight push.

Of course, Lu Chenfeng was not to be outdone, he just pushed his hands forward when he went up.

Ibrahimovic and Rooney beside them also rushed up quickly, surrounded Louis in the middle, and pushed and shoved.

"What are you doing!"

"Do you want to try it! Weak chicken!"

"Look at your thin body, the strength that can't be held back! Waste!"

"..."

Before the referee could maintain order, Galatasaray's home game players also rushed up, pushing and shoving with the Manchester United players.

The conflict between the two sides is imminent!
Soon, it became clear which team had the upper hand.

In front of the tall and powerful Manchester United players, even though the fake Galatasaray players performed very fiercely, they still retreated steadily.

"Beep beep!"

The referee blew his whistle quickly, rushed over and stood in the middle of the two groups, pulling them apart.

After the conflict subsided for a while, he touched the cards from behind his butt.

"You, yellow card!"

His right hand pointed at Lu Chenfeng first, and his left hand raised the yellow card high.

"what?"

Lu Chenfeng had an unbelievable expression on his face. It was obviously Louis who took the lead, so give him the card first?
This emotion reached its peak after he saw that the referee did not give Louis a card, and the corner of his mouth sneered.

"Okay, okay."

Lu Chenfeng turned around and walked towards the back, and told the midfielders Fellaini and Pogba to pass the ball to their feet more later.

He is going to brush the law of karma.

He wants to use one goal after another to tell his opponents what it will cost to anger them.

Maybe it seems to others that this kind of emotion is a bit secondary, but in the arena, this is indeed the best way to fight back!
In the end, both Ibrahimovic and Rooney received a yellow card in this conflict.

Galatasaray's side only got a card for a winger who rushed forward and pushed too obviously.

Mourinho off the court is already furious, and he can't wait to complain to the FIFA people now.

The excitement of just scoring a goal has been diluted a lot, and now he just wants today's referee to get out of the football world forever!

"Beep!"

Without giving the crowd much time to think again, the referee blew the whistle to start the game again shortly after.

Galatasaray's center sent out the ball in the middle circle and quickly pressed forward towards the frontcourt.

Most of their players also threw themselves into the attack, trying to level the score before the end of the first half.

However, if they only talk about the control of the ball, they are obviously far behind Manchester United.

Manchester United firmly controlled the situation on the field after two or three minutes, conducting football in an orderly manner.

The Galatasaray players had no choice but to run exhausted and run tiredly.

During this period of time, it can be seen that Manchester United's offense is more inclined to the center.

Fellaini often finds opportunities to pass the ball directly to Lu Chenfeng, or Pogba as a transition, and then passes the ball to Lu Chenfeng.

After Lu Chenfeng catches the ball, if he sees that there are no good opportunities, he will shoot a long shot towards the goal!
His long-range shots are of high quality, and almost every kick makes the Galatasaray goalkeeper break out in a cold sweat.

If it wasn't for the fact that the team's defense is not bad at all, Lu Chenfeng's kicking position should be controlled as far away as possible. With this level of shooting, he would definitely be able to score a goal!
But what they don't know is...

"boom!"

In the 40nd minute of game No.[-], after Lu Chenfeng took a shot, the long-lost voice of the system finally came out of his mind.

【Ding!Detected an effective shot from the host! 】

[Current Law of Karma Progress: 5/5!Congratulations to the host for obtaining a long-range shot of the law of causality! 】

After this voice sounded, Lu Chenfeng's breathing became heavy.

"Don't lose heart and keep passing me the ball."

He was afraid that his teammates' passing rate would decrease, so he yelled out.

Just one more catch and he can put Galatasaray two goals behind!
And it was a hearty long shot, which completely demoralized this group of people!
Maybe at that time they will be completely irritable, no longer want to play football, but turn to kicking people!
But looking back, this is the incompetence of losing and losing!
And in the follow-up, more goals can be used to completely defeat them.

In the end, Lu Chenfeng didn't wait too long for this opportunity. In stoppage time in the first half, Fellaini headed the ball directly into his control range!

The football bounced on the ground and hit Lu Chenfeng's waist.

"Hit again! Attack me!"

Behind him, Louis' noisy voice sounded again.

This time, Lu Chenfeng smiled a little. He led the ball to the left and turned around.

"boom!"

At the same time, the left arm was raised high, and the right leg was also swung. Finally, the thigh drove the calf, and bombarded the football with great force!
This shot was different from the previous ones, everyone felt a sense of confidence from Lu Chenfeng!

They don't know where this self-confidence comes from. It is obviously a volley that is more difficult to shoot, and it is about 30 meters away from the goal!
He has obviously failed three times in this position just now, although the gap each time is not big...

Louis, who was defending Lu Chenfeng, didn't pay too much attention this time. When he was about to look back at the flight trajectory of the ball, he saw a scene that made him puzzled and somewhat angry.

After Lu Chenfeng shot the goal, he turned his head and stretched his arms, and jogged towards the corner flag area!

Celebrate in advance?

This scene is enough to make everyone on the scene dumbfounded, no matter which team's fans, or the opponent's head coach, or Mourinho.

What is this operation?
Isn't football still flying in the air?

Everyone who had this idea just now saw a shocking scene.

I saw that after the football experienced a very strange fall in the air, it actually fell directly to the upper right corner of the goal!
"Break!"

Faced with this almost fairy ball shot, the Galatasaray goalkeeper had no time to react!
The ball is in!
Lu Chenfeng's early celebration has come true!
Instead of being slapped in the face, he pretended to be a good X in front of tens of thousands of Galatasaray fans at the scene!

"Yeahhhhhh!!"

Manchester United fans erupted in cheers even stronger than last time.

All Manchester United players frantically rushed towards Lu Chenfeng who had already set off to celebrate.

Mourinho sat up on the coach's bench and hugged his head in disbelief.

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ps: Daily writing is really not what the author is good at. It’s all paid content. Sometimes I don’t want to fool you. I’m trying to catch up on relevant knowledge recently. When the heat is almost ready, I will adjust the pace of the article. .

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