Lvyin Fengmo

Chapter 111 He is here

"boom……"

4 month 2 day.

Lu Feng rested in Hangzhou for two nights before boarding the international flight back to Europe.

After all, the 27th round of the Portuguese Super League is about to start. If Sporting Lisbon's game hadn't been scheduled relatively late, he would definitely not be able to catch up with this historically ended draw.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the plane is experiencing turbulence and the fuselage may be bumpy. Please fasten your seat belts and don't walk around..."

A sweet voice sounded from the horn.

A strong jolt followed.

Lu Feng, who was sitting in the first class cabin, covered himself with a thin blanket, and slightly closed his eyes.

He couldn't help but think of the conversation he had with the leaders of the Foot Management Center at noon yesterday.

The leaders gave high praise to their performance, and also gave earnest teaching and earnest hope...

The fuselage was jolted again, and Lu Feng felt a little nauseous.

Fortunately, his physique is really not good, so he rejected the kindness of the leaders to have dinner and celebrate together.

"Hi sir, are you feeling unwell? We can provide related medicines here..."

Accompanied by a burst of tranquil aroma, a sweet voice rang in my ears.

Lu Feng opened his eyes.

This is a young stewardess with exquisite makeup. Lu Feng, who has been single for many years, really has no experience to judge her age. He just thinks... her skin is smooth and tender, as if she can be broken by blowing bullets, and her waist is slender and graceful. Against the background of the tight uniform, her buttocks are tall and round, and her legs are straight and slender.

"Uh, no, thank you."

He secretly shook his Adam's apple, rejecting the other party's offer.

When you are away from home, you can't take medicine indiscriminately.

The flight attendant's eyelashes also trembled, and a gleam of joy suddenly appeared in her crystal eyes:
"You...are you Lu Feng?"

Before Lu Feng could answer, she took out a jersey from nowhere and said excitedly:
"Can you sign it for me?"

Lu Feng nodded with a smile. Facing the small request of the beautiful stewardess, how could he bear to refuse.

He even took the initiative to strike up a conversation:

"What do you call Miss, do you want me to write a blessing on it?"

The stewardess nodded happily:

"Please write Qin Gude, happy birthday to you! My boyfriend's birthday is coming soon!"

With a flick of Lu Feng's wrist, he almost tore the men's jersey to pieces!

Go tmd boyfriend!
Go nmd Qin Goode! -
A day later, Lu Feng finally returned to Portugal.

Maybe it was stimulated by the beautiful stewardess, this time he needs to rest for a longer time...

Almost the entire day of April 4 was spent adjusting to the jet lag, and he was unable to participate in the team's training at all.

There are not too many teammates who are in a similar situation to him. After all, most of Sporting Lisbon's players are European players, and it is much more convenient to travel back and forth. As for those teammates with Brazilian and Argentine nationalities... the players from the Selecao and the Pampas Eagles In the lineup, there is no place for these rookies at all.

Head coach Marco Silva didn't care, he even comforted Lu Feng:

"This is not the Chinese national team, no one will force you to play a game with a cold and a fever..."

Hearing such concerned words, Lu Feng's mouth was slightly bitter:
It's fine if you hack the Chinese team... When did I get forced out of the game? ! -
The evening of June 4.

Pakush de Ferreira, Real Mata Stadium.

"Drip, drip, drip!"

The three long whistles were over, but Marco Silva's expression was still frozen on his face.

On the mid-air electronic screen, the final result of the 27th round of the Portuguese Super League was clearly recorded:
Ferreira 1:1 Sporting Lisbon.

Sporting Lisbon's team's second scorer Slimani scored first in the 30th point, but they failed to maintain the advantage of this goal until the last moment.

Ferreira made consecutive substitutions after 60 minutes to make tactical adjustments, but Silva failed to see the tricks. It was not until the home team equalized the score 15 minutes later that the head coach of Sporting Lisbon came to his senses. It's too late.

At the Dragon Stadium in Porto, the Portuguese Red Dragon defeated Estoril 5-0, widening the difference between them and Sporting Lisbon from 1 point to 3 points! -
"The league champion of Sporting Lisbon seems to be flying away again!"

In this week's Portuguese football, criticism of Sporting Lisbon has become mainstream:

"Marco Silva is not like a young coach at all. His substitutions are not only slow, but also uninnovative, and he has no adaptability at all!"

"When we need to score, why did he replace the second scorer and the first assist leader in the team?!"

"Although Lu Feng has just returned and is not in his best condition, why can't he be placed on the bench?!"

Lu Feng, who was still in the swimming pool for recovery training, was unfortunately also shot.

But some people of insight have dug up the previous record.

After a very simple comparison, they came to a conclusion:
"As long as Lu Feng participated in the 16 games, Sporting Lisbon won all of them!"

"And in the 5 games that Lu Feng was absent, Sporting Lisbon only won 2 games!"

If you consider that Lu Feng participated in many tough battles against Porto, Benfica, Wolfsburg, and Inter Milan, the 16 victories he won will undoubtedly be even more valuable!
Anyway... Marco Silva, the head coach of Sporting Lisbon, had completely suffered from "Lu Feng's dependence" a month ago. Definitely arrange for him to play every 90 minutes!
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Three days later, Lu Feng came to a familiar place.

This is Madrid Island, Barreiros Stadium.

About half a month ago, he just played an unpleasant game here.

He encountered inexplicable racial discrimination in this stadium, and then completed a crazy hat-trick in 6 minutes!

he came.

he came!
He stepped on the auspicious clouds and came.

He came with a vengeful rage!
Maritimo manager, the Dutchman Mitchell van der Gaag, is in a very bad mood right now.

He thought he would never have to face that lunatic with three goals in 6 minutes.

Unexpectedly, only two weeks later, that lunatic appeared among the starting 11 players.

The head coach suddenly hated himself so much!

If we knew that the opponent in this game was Sporting Lisbon, why did we go to such lengths to advance to the semi-finals of the Portuguese League Cup!

This game... Is it going straight to the point and begging for mercy, or using the most tenacious fighting spirit, so that the entire Portuguese football world can see the fighting spirit of the Maritimo players?
After thinking about it all night, van der Garg finally made a decision:
In this semi-final, he used all U18 players!

After all, you, Lu Feng, are also the No. 3000 king in Asia and a superstar with a transfer of [-] million euros in Germany. How can you lower your status and kill yourself in front of a group of little kids?
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Van der Garg's idea is very strange, but it has received miraculous results.

Marco Silva did not kill him, after all, everyone is in football, and no one wants to add an enemy.

The same is true for Lu Feng. As a Chinese, he is well versed in the world, how could he kill innocent people indiscriminately?

He is not a devil!
So, when he scored the fifth goal in the 28th minute of the first half, he very actively raised his right hand to signal the coach... I'm done venting, you can let me go.

Watching the bloody 5-0 on the big screen, Van der Garg breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at the frustrated boys on the field, he comforted himself in his heart:

This is the best temper for young players.

Let them experience... how cruel competitive sports are!

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Note:
After finishing writing, I found that Van der Garg had been fired a long time ago.

But I couldn't find Maritimo's head coach at all, so I didn't care.

(End of this chapter)