Lvyin Fengmo

Chapter 114 Changed 3 minutes

When the game reached the 26th minute, the score was still 0-2.

Naples midfielder Gokhan Inle is somewhat proud.

In the tactical class before the game, everyone was emphasizing how terrible that No. 18 player from China is!
What a substitute can score in 6 seconds, the strongest new star of the contemporary era, the first core of Sporting Lisbon's promotion, and 15 goals in 50 games... At one time, he had an illusion that he almost thought that the opponent was Pele and Mara Dona possessed, completely exploded the existence of Ronaldo and Messi.

But he still remains cautious, and the coaching staff's exhortations have not been left behind by him.

He clearly remembers how Benitez arranged it:
"That kid doesn't have an advantage in physical confrontation. You have to make more use of this. As long as you squeeze him out of the position from the beginning, then no matter how accurate his shooting skills are, he still won't be able to grab the football!"

After successfully getting stuck again and again, Inle really admired the half-bald Spaniard.

At the same time, he was also very puzzled:

Since this kid's confrontation ability is so poor, then... why in the game highlights, he was able to overwhelm tall and tall defenders in the air time and time again to grab headers? !

Could it be... This kid is also infected with some kind of virus. Only when his feet are off the ground can the virus not attack and he can display his true strength? -
"How are you, Lu?"

Sporting finally got their first corner of the game, and instead of running straight to the corner flag, João Mario asked veiledly.

Lu Feng could only tell him about his situation in the simplest Portuguese:

"Just pass it on!"

Mario ran past him quickly, but Inle didn't miss this short conversation.

He smiled and opened his arms, stopped Lu Feng like an old hen, and then said in English:

"I know your header is very strong, but...you can't get it!"

Lu Feng turned his head and glanced at him:
"I know your defense is strong, but this time..."

You want to imitate my lines?

Yinle couldn't help but want to laugh, but before Lu Feng finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of his arm!

Want to save the country with curves?

Are you a little naive? !
Yinle kicked his legs hard, but his right hand had already grabbed the hem of Lu Feng's jersey.

But before he put it on, he felt a strong force surge from the jersey in his hand!

"Want to run?"

Yinle pulled suddenly, but heard a short low shout.

This low shout was like a spell, and the power in his hand suddenly became more ferocious and surging!

"Demacia!"

"laugh!"

Inle's hand was suddenly empty!
His footsteps stopped, and his whole body was pulled and fell down by the inertia!
As he fell, it seemed as if time slowed down.

He clearly saw that the boy he was supposed to be defending bypassed David Lopez, another midfielder, and appeared on Joao Mario's cross route before everyone else, and then Do your best!
"Boom!"

The black and white football hit the lower edge of the crossbar of the goal, and then bounced and smashed across the goal line!
The goal is valid!
-
"This goal has been scored! It's Lu Feng!"

He Wei could finally breathe a sigh of relief:

"Lu Feng finally lived up to the trust of the club. He used his best header to win back for Sporting Lisbon!"

Xu Yang also laughed:
"Lu Feng's goal came at the right time! If it was later, Sporting Lisbon would have...well, Lu Feng really worked hard for this goal!"

The reason why he changed the subject was, of course, because he saw a close-up of the camera.

Inle was holding a large piece of green and white fabric in his hand, and got up from the ground with annoyed expression on his face, and then... he was shown a yellow card by the referee.

He Wei clicked his tongue:

"Yinle doesn't seem too convinced yet, and wants to argue with the referee, but you don't take a look, how did you tear Lu Feng's clothes into pieces?!"

The replay of the subsequent goal was even more clear. Inle's big hands were like iron tongs and grabbed the jersey. He pulled the fabric that was close to the body by half a meter before finally tearing it from it...

Xu Yang laughed:
"It seems that the quality of Sporting Lisbon's jersey is really good, and the sponsor has been exposed again invisibly!"

During their relaxed commentary, Lu Feng walked to the sidelines and took the spare jersey from the equipment manager of Sporting Lisbon.

He Wei quickly turned back to the topic, popularizing knowledge for ordinary fans:
"According to football rules, it is not allowed to have a jersey damaged or stained with blood, so Lu Feng must change his jersey before he can reappear..."

While Lu Feng was changing his clothes, Napoli's offensive pushed into Sporting Lisbon's penalty area again!

Fortunately, Lu Feng's absence will not weaken the team's defensive strength. He has no place in the head coach's defensive arrangement!

Naples almost used all their strength to invest in this attack. Needless to say, the midfielder and the frontcourt, even the two full-backs actively stepped forward, preparing to take advantage of the absence of Lu Feng and use crowd tactics to defeat Sporting Lisbon. !

The offensive of the Serie A powerhouses was wave after wave. After Lu Feng changed his clothes, he waited for 2 minutes, but there was not a dead ball!
But the united home team still defended the defense in the face of such an attack, and did not allow them to find too many gaps. Naples fell 15 times near the penalty area line, shot three times, and even threw a throw-in. But there is still no way to form a good chance to score, and Mertens can only make another powerful long-range shot!

After all, only great efforts can produce miracles!

But even this long-range shot hit the wall. The home team's midfielder Carvalho used a flying tackle and broke the ball from the feet of Mertens who was about to shoot!
The ball bounced slightly, and another midfielder, Joao Mario, rushed over and kicked the ball directly to the frontcourt!

"Mario should control it a little bit, this time it might have been able to form a counterattack."

He Wei shook his head, feeling a little regretful.

Xu Yang expressed his understanding:

"The offensive from Naples just now made them a little breathless. Even if they can form a counterattack, the frontcourt players of Sporting Lisbon will not have time to speed up? Eh??"

Mario showed his teeth after kicking the big foot, and his teeth were extremely white against the dark skin.

The wave of defense just now was really hard, but it didn't make them unable to move their feet.

The reason why he chose to move forward was because he saw that familiar figure!
And that green and white back, the Naples midfielder Inle is also very familiar!

He had already defended that shadow for half the game, how could he not be familiar with it? !
"Damn, die!"

Inle spat sharply, but didn't do anything.

He is standing in the penalty area of ​​Sporting Lisbon now, even if he wants to make amends, it is just a waste of energy!

The broadcast camera quickly panned half the stadium, and at the end of the camera, the audience was surprised to find:

That No. 3 who changed clothes for 18 minutes... has already crossed the middle circle!

Yes, when Naples won that throw-in, they were obsessed with attacking and ignored... Lu Feng has stepped onto the field again!

Neither the full-back nor Yinle retreated to defend immediately!

Now, with just the simplest acceleration, he left the bulky Albiol behind!

"I seem to have returned to the semi-finals of the Champions League three years ago. Chelsea used such a counterattack to completely defeat Barcelona!"

He Wei couldn't help but think back to that miraculous night, the blond Spanish striker soared past his national team teammate - Valdes!

This counterattack had nothing to do with Lu Feng's personal strength, nor did it have anything to do with his spirit, consciousness, and fighting spirit.

But it doesn't affect his mood, nor will it affect the mood of the Sporting Lisbon fans.

Fifty thousand fans stood up collectively, clasped their hands together, or clenched their fists, wanting to attach this prayer and blessing to the speeding young players!
He unloaded the ball with the instep of his left foot, and the ball rolled gently on the turf like a well-behaved cat.

This unloading ball is light and wonderful enough, and in ordinary moments, it is enough to make He Wei concoct a poem to praise him.

But at this moment, even He Wei, nicknamed "Green Poet", can only use the simplest words to describe the scene he saw like the most amateur commentator:

"The goalkeeper strikes! Lu Feng takes the first shot! The goal has been scored!!!"

2-2!

In the 43rd minute, Sporting Lisbon equalized the score!

After changing his clothes, Lu Feng scored twice!

This goal is not very attractive, and even took advantage of a loophole, but... so what?

(End of this chapter)