Lvyin Fengmo

Chapter 115 Speed ​​up the pace
"How? Is my vision like a falcon?"

After the first half of the game, Joao Mario, who provided Lu Feng with two assists, proudly flaunted himself.

"Yeah, your passing is great."

Lu Feng glanced at him, nodded slightly, then pushed open the door of the dressing room and sat down in his place.

He originally wanted to remind this teammate that it was only a draw, but after all, he didn't spoil the teammate's happy mood.

When all the players came in, the head coach came in last.

Marco Silva scanned the players in the locker room, lowered his voice and said slowly:
"I saw smiles on some faces, it means you're pretty happy with the 2-2 score, isn't that right, João?"

Mario, who was directly called by name, lowered his head embarrassingly.

"Snapped!"

Silva slapped the tactical board, and his voice became high-pitched:
"It's the Jose Alvalade stadium! It's our home stadium!

If we just want to pursue the sportsmanship of friendship first and competition second, this score is certainly acceptable, and you can even go out and exchange jerseys with the stars of Naples now.

But if we want to advance to the next round, this score is no different from failure! "

He turned around:

"Tell me, does anyone not want to advance?

Anyone want to stop here?
Does anyone not want to step onto a bigger and higher stage and show their talent to the world? "

Silva, who has just passed his 40th birthday, is still very young. He knows better than those old-fashioned coaches what the boys under him desire.

Sporting Lisbon is just a stepping stone for most players. At least half of the starting 11 players in this game will bid farewell to this stadium next season. They will not be eager to win or advance bonus, they are more eager for a contract from a bigger team.

Maybe someone has already determined the next home, but even so, if Sporting Lisbon can reap more honors and perform better, in the negotiation of the new contract, the player will undoubtedly get more bargaining chips...

At least, that's what Lu Feng thought.

He needs more goals and better statistics to prove himself to Liverpool and everyone, so he will never give up casually.

He raised his neck slightly:

"I want to win, Coach!"

Someone echoed almost simultaneously:

"We want to win!"

Silva nodded with satisfaction:

"Very good, let's see how we adjust in the second half!"
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"Sporting Lisbon is a bit slow to enter the state, Naples' two away goals will make them very uncomfortable..."

Before the start of the second half, the two commentators were still analyzing the situation:

"Sporting Lisbon will choose to continue to attack, or drag the suspense to the second leg away, let's see... what will happen next?"
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"drop!"

After the game restarted, the head coach's words still echoed in Lu Feng's mind:

"Since Naples adopts high pressing tactics, we need to make the ball move faster!
Passing, intercepting, defending, scrambling, and advancing are all one step faster than the opponent!
Let them be exhausted, let their midfield lineup be slowly torn apart, and then affect the overall formation! "

The core of Silva's new tactics lies in the word "fast". He wants to further speed up the pace of the game, so that the opponent's players lose sight of one another and expose their flaws!
Theoretically speaking, it seems quite reasonable, but Lu Feng was somewhat worried.

In his understanding, there is never absolute restraint in the tactics of football games. If you want to really crack Naples' tactics, just temporarily change the tactics, isn't it a bit too hasty and wishful thinking?
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"Hey, boy, what are you thinking?"

When Lu Feng was still worried about the team's tactics, Inle had already posted it.

The Swiss titan missed two defensive targets in the first half, which directly led to Lu Feng scoring twice.

Although he was not criticized by the head coach during the halftime break, he couldn't bear the bird air!
He stared at Lu Feng firmly, and said in not-so-fluent English:

"In the second half, you can never escape my defense again!"

Lu Feng was not frightened by him, but counterattacked calmly:
"Are you sure? I remember, you still have a yellow card!"

The football happened to pass to Lu Feng's feet. Inle, who wanted to stretch his foot to intercept it, couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and allowed Lu Feng to complete the diagonal pass.

Lu Feng grinned and revealed a faint smile.

In Yinle's eyes, this smile was full of contempt.

"This kid is provoking me! Don't be angered by him!"

Inle, who is over thirty years old, tried hard to calm himself down:
"Relax, just use the hardness of your body to get stuck!"

He thought for a while, and added in his heart:
"By the way, beware of this guy flopping and diving, the Portuguese team is not that clean!"
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"Oh?"

Benitez soon noticed that the game had changed.

But he didn't seem very worried, and he was even in the mood to discuss with his assistant:

"You could tell they wanted to pick up the pace and lead us by the nose."

"But they probably only practiced for a few days temporarily, so there is nothing to be afraid of."

"I hope they haven't forgotten that Sporting Lisbon is not Barcelona, ​​nor Dortmund. If the speed of passing and receiving is accelerated, then...their turnovers will also increase significantly!"

Of course Silva will not ignore the weakness of this tactic, but he knows better that no tactic is perfect.

Under the current situation, this is the only way for Sporting Lisbon to take the initiative!

And Silva... can only trust his players!
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The players of Sporting Lisbon did not live up to the trust of the head coach. Mario, Adrian, Carrillo, Carvalho, Slimani, plus Lu Feng, these six midfielders played with precision and accuracy. Pass the ball quickly and control the ball at your own feet.

Naples tightened up very rarely. Except for Mertens and Higuain who fell near the middle circle, everyone else retreated to the penalty area line and jointly built three lines of defense to block the goal tightly.

Adrien, who was in possession of the ball, approached Lu Feng. Inle and David Lopeston were on the verge of a formidable enemy. One left and one right were stuck between Lu Feng and the penalty area. He had no way to turn around.

"Pass the ball!"

But the two midfielders in Naples still heard it, and their defensive targets still sent a signal to their teammates in this case!
Adrian didn't hesitate, and passed a low ball.

Lu Feng opened his arms, which was a posture to maintain balance.

coming!

Inler and Lopez are ready to grab at the same time!

As long as Lu Feng catches the ball, at that moment, he will definitely lift his foot, his center of gravity and sense of balance must be the weakest moment!

One nudge and he loses the ball!
coming!

Yinle, who had already raised his right foot, suddenly noticed a small movement from the corner of his eye:

Lu Feng's finger seemed to be very covertly pointing in another direction just now? !

He didn't have a chance to verify it, because Lu Feng didn't take the ball at all, but directly kicked it with the side and rear of his left foot!
The football changed direction, scraped the turf and entered the penalty area!
"Um?!"

Benitez stood up nervously.

Both of his defensive midfielders were torn together with Lu Feng, the defense in this area was weak!
Under his gaze, Joao Mario suddenly came out.

As if he had practiced many times, he was at least three steps faster than the closest defensive player!
The gap of these three steps is enough for him to catch up with the football, then adjust a little, and finish the goal before the defender blocks it!
The Naples goalkeeper's center of gravity sank, his legs spread out vigorously, and he wanted to block the ball with his feet, but it was still a step too late after all!
"Whoosh!"

Mario, who was knocked away by the central defender, waved vigorously as he fell!
His shot has gone into the net!
3-2, Sporting Lisbon took the lead for the first time in the 63rd minute!
(End of this chapter)