Lvyin Fengmo

Chapter 109 Unworthy of a Name
"Look, son, that's Lu Feng! He's about to appear!"

Wang Xiaolong, who had been sitting in the stands for almost two hours, finally became excited.

His son Wang Wentao sitting next to him was even more excited than him. If his father hadn't grabbed him from behind, the 11-year-old boy might have jumped off the stands.

He waved the small national flag in his hand, and his eyes were shining brightly:
"Dad, I want to become a professional player in the future!"
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"Jiang Zhipeng left the game due to injury, and the Chinese team had to make the last substitution adjustment. Let's see...is it Lu Feng?"

He Wei hesitated for a moment, then immediately continued:
"It seems that Zhang Wenzhao was asked to retreat temporarily and play as a fullback, but... the time left for Lu Feng is not too little?"
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When Lu Feng finished warming up and stood on the sidelines, the game was about to enter the stoppage time period.

He was suddenly in a trance, because this scene was really familiar.

In Liverpool and in the national youth team, his first appearance seems to have happened in such a situation.

These head coaches seem to have never considered giving him a reasonable debut time at the beginning.

They just rushed him onto the field with no choice.

But... what does it matter?

Isn't there... 3 minutes of stoppage time? -
"Whoosh..."

Looking at the high-altitude pass that flew directly out of the baseline, Lu Feng stopped speechlessly.

He suddenly felt that he was wrong, and it was a bit ridiculous.

He seems to... a bit overestimated his teammates. After playing the whole game, those teammates with heavy feet, it seems that no one can pass the ball within 1 meter!

Not to mention controlling the error within 1 meter, can you prevent the cross from flying directly behind the goal to the stands? !

A tall striker like Yang Xu is standing in the penalty area, why can't you aim at his head and bomb? !
From the 88th minute to the end of stoppage time, close to 5 minutes, even if one of your three crosses can be received by someone!
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"The Chinese team... these few offensives are a bit thunderous and rainy!"

He Wei sighed.

Xu Yang shook his head:

"Our players can't always find their teammates when passing the ball. In fact, this is because of the decline in physical fitness and the inability to grasp the strength of the kick. In this case, no matter how powerful Lu Feng's header is, unless he chooses to retreat, Otherwise, it would be difficult to even get the chance to touch the ball, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Lu Feng retreat a dozen steps back from the top of the penalty area, almost level with the midfielder Cai Huikang.

"Hey! Pass the ball!"

Lu Feng looked at the teammate on the left who didn't remember his name, and raised his right hand high.

No way, he has a certain degree of face blindness, but after two days of training, he really couldn't remember the names of all his teammates.

Zhang Wenzhao heard the call, and of course he also wanted to show his strength as a substitute, but he couldn't find any other way except sprinting on the side, so he had to choose to pass the ball.

At 92 minutes and 51 seconds of the game, Lu Feng got the ball for the first time!
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"The number 22... just came out, right?"

Haiti coach Mark Clay did not stand up from the coach's bench, but asked casually.

The jerseys of this kind of warm-up match usually do not have the players' names printed on them. In the eyes of foreigners, the Chinese players with black hair and black eyes almost look like twin brothers.

His assistant checked the documents:
"Well, he's in the Portuguese league... eh?"

Before he finished speaking, he felt that Clay suddenly straightened his upper body, and his whole body seemed to be frozen in place.

"what happened?"
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"what happened?"

53 seconds.

Haitian midfielder A was a little unbelievable. He was very confident in his interception just now, but the No. 22 player pulled the football back at that moment!
Then, the opponent used a small movement like a spring contraction, dribbling the ball from his leg to break through!
Kick the springs!
54 seconds.

Haiti's two defensive midfielders B and C quickly formed a corner. One wants to stay close, while the other keeps a little distance and can make up for it at any time-this is the most common two-defense strategy.

But Lu Feng didn't give them a chance. He used the continuous shaking of his body to make the defender's eyes and brains tired of judgment, and then he chose the unexpected inner lane to accelerate, breaking through from the encirclement of the two!

Before he finished breaking through, B and C even made different intercepting actions reflexively, but they could only block two balls of air!

56 seconds.

Haiti's head coach Clay finally remembered, he grabbed the assistant's arm and shouted what he hadn't finished just now:
"Sporting Lisbon?!"

The assistant just nodded, and their defense suddenly collapsed at this moment!

Central defenders D and E collided directly for some reason, allowing the No. 22 player to walk away from the other side!

57 seconds.

Goalkeeper F sat down on the goal line!

He had clearly calculated the time for his center of gravity to sink, but this shot... came faster than he expected!

"puff!"

He heard the football hit the net and he fell on his back!

Just half a second later, he heard the whole stadium suddenly boil!

"Boom, boom, boom!"

"Dong dong dong dong!"

The drums of war are rumbling, and the sound waves are shaking the sky.

More than [-] fans seemed to wake up collectively at this moment.

In the sky above the He Long Stadium, apart from the fierce drumming, there is only one voice still echoing!
"Lu... Feng!!!"
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"Congratulations on achieving an achievement - [the national team's first goal], rewarding 5 experience points..."

The system's voice resounded in my mind.

Lu Feng's chest was still beating violently, and his breath was scorching hot, as hot as fire.

From the moment he received the football, he changed direction 5 times in a row, activated two skills, and even made double-digit feints during his breakthrough. Descending, the continuous breakthrough of riding alone may not be so easy.

He turned his body from in front of the goal and faced the main stand where the fans were most concentrated.

The faces of those fans were already filled with joy, joy, and even fanaticism!
"Lu Feng!"

"Lu Feng!!!"

Wang Xiaolong waved the national flag frantically and roared hoarsely with his 11-year-old son.

The 35-year-old man never thought in advance that he would almost lose his mind because of a goal in a football match.

"Hey! I'm the one who picked up Lu Feng's return home this time! I'm the one who picked up the plane!"

He grabbed a fan next to him, ignoring him as if he was looking at an idiot.

Then...he saw Lu Feng trotting towards the stand where he was, half clenched his right hand into a fist, and pounded heavily on the team emblem on his chest.

Wang Xiaolong's eardrums suddenly buzzed.

He saw the red crowd around him, boiling and surging again at this moment!
Lu Feng's eyes suddenly became sour.

This is nothing more than a meaningless warm-up game.

The opponent is nothing more than a seemingly top-ranked team with no strength.

The opponents I defeated didn't even deserve names!

But the lore goal he scored still allowed him to be treated like a hero.

What a joy.

But what a sad thing.

(End of this chapter)