Lvyin Fengmo

Chapter 127 Breaking the Record
The weekend after three days, May 5th.

Portuguese time, 18:1 pm ([-]:[-] am domestic).

"Welcome to the 2014rd round of the Portuguese Super League in the 2015-33 season, Sporting Lisbon vs. Braga at home."

The commentator Liu He started another week of work:

"This is the penultimate round of the Portuguese Super League this season. For the sake of fairness, all games are scheduled to be played at the same time..."

"Sporting Lisbon is only one point behind Benfica at the top of the list, and Braga is temporarily ranked fourth, but the difference between the two teams is close to 20 points, obviously not a team of the same level..."

"Braga kicks off, they're down from the back and they don't look like they want to attack right away?"

"A pass error! Montero successfully steals the ball in the frontcourt! He chooses to cross the middle at the first time! Lu Feng plugs in at high speed, and he shoots directly! No doubt! 1-0!"

Guest Gao Yuan nodded again and again:

"Montero's pass is very smart. From this point of view, he may be more suitable for the team's tactics than Slimani. Slimani is a bit too independent. They clearly know that Lu Feng is the core of the team's offense, but In many cases, he still chooses to shoot by himself, which is one of the reasons why the head coach gradually gave up on him..."

"TMD, this cold is so strange!"

Slimani, who was sitting in the stands, couldn't help but sneezed, then pouted:
"Montero can shoot the ball by himself! He really isn't a qualified shooter!"
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"LUUUUUUUUUU!"

In the 42nd minute, Lu Feng completed a hat-trick, and the Jose Alvalade Stadium roared with cheers.

Before the first half was over, Sporting Lisbon had already achieved a huge advantage of four goals, and this victory was almost certain.

Seeing that he broke the opponent's goal again, Marco Silva just waved his fist, and it was considered as a celebration.

He turned and sat back in his seat, assistant coach Louis Toffer said softly:
"Nobody scored."

Silva nodded, then took a breath.

This game is already a sure thing, and his current attention has already flown to another stadium 300 kilometers away.

Guimares, ranked fifth, is in a fierce battle with Benfica! -
"MD! These bastards!"

Benfica coach Jorge Jesús was sweating faintly on his forehead.

Guimares is now ranked fifth with 51 points and has already qualified for the Europa League next season. It is 6 points ahead of No.7 Ferreira and 4 points behind No.4 Braga. Their position There is no possibility of change.

But...why are they playing so aggressively?
Did Sporting Lisbon give them money? !
Jesús gritted his teeth, looked at the referee who was about to blow his whistle, turned and walked towards the player tunnel.

MD, you must put some pressure on these players during the halftime break!
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"LUUUUUUU!!!"

In the 63rd minute, Lu Feng scored his fifth goal of the game, extending the score to 6-0.

The atmosphere at home was still lively, but Lu Feng felt something strange.

Usually at this time, Silva is probably ready to let himself off the field to rest, but when he turned to look at the bench, the coach seemed to have no intention of making a substitution.

So he regained his energy and continued to devote himself to the dull game.

Five minutes later, Sporting Lisbon tore apart Braga's defense again. Adrien sent a through pass from the right. Montero caught up with the football near the bottom line and twisted his body to make an inverted triangle pass!
Lu Feng, who rushed over on his horse, was just about to grab a shot, but he heard the whole stadium suddenly explode on the spot!
"boom!"

Caught off guard, Lu Feng staggered and kicked the ball into the stands!

He looked around in bewilderment, trying to figure out...why did this group of fans rebel the moment he shot?
He... saw faces that were so excited to the point of ecstasy!

"What the hell is wrong with this?"

If I miss a kick, I will score. You are still so happy? !

But Lu Feng understood right away, he turned his head to look at the coach's bench, and saw Silva clenched his fist and waved it vigorously!
"Benfica... are behind away!"
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"……how so?!"

Jesus almost bit off his own tongue!
His criticism at half-time not only failed to give the team the lead, but put extra pressure on the players!

Benfica, who was aggressively pressing on, started to attack wildly from the 46th minute, but Guimarez stole a counterattack in the 70th minute!
The score of 0-1 almost crushed them completely!

Although there are still 20 minutes, even Jesus himself has a kind of despair!
They may... can't win! -
"Drip, drip, drip!!!"

Three whistles sounded in 9 different cities at the same time, and the 33rd round of the Portuguese Super League ended.

The highly motivated Sporting Lisbon scored two more goals in the last 20 minutes and beat Braga with a hearty 8-0!
Although Benfica launched a desperate attack, they still failed to complete the reversal in the end, and the score of 0-1 was maintained until the last moment.

The ranking of the league standings has finally changed. Benfica, which has been leading since the fifth round... gave up the top spot!

Benfica ranked second with 78 points, and Sporting Lisbon jumped to the first place with 80 points!
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When Lu Feng followed the head coach into the press conference, he noticed that the smile on Silva's face could not be concealed at all.

"Yes, we finally achieved an incredible comeback in the penultimate round. I must thank all the players for not giving up and working hard until now!"

Facing the reporters in the audience, Silva finally poured out the pressure of the whole season:

"At the end of the first half, we were seven points behind Benfica, which was almost like a natural barrier in the circumstances.

But we still didn't give up, we still fought hard one after another, thank God, he saw our efforts! "

He looked at the camera and said firmly:

"That's right, although there is still the last round of the league, I firmly believe that this season's league title belongs to Sporting Lisbon! After 13 years, we finally won the Portuguese Super League trophy again!

But the league title is by no means our only title this season and we are eager to win more! "

The head coach is still spitting, obviously unfinished, but the reporter has turned the camera to the player representatives around him.

A reporter stood up:
"LU, we have become numb to your consecutive goals. I'm afraid there will be fewer reports in this regard. I hope you don't mind."

Hearing such an evaluation, Lu Feng couldn't help laughing:
"I hope you can stick to your previous position and don't delete my news casually."

The reporter also laughed:

"Then look at your stats. You played 83 minutes, scored 5 goals and provided 1 assist. Do you know what record you just broke?"

Lu Feng thought for a while:

"The record for the most goals scored in a single game?"

The reporter shook his head:
"Six goals in a single game are amazing enough, but in the era when the league did not enter the professional league, it was occasionally staged. Well...you broke the record for the most goals scored in a single season in Portugal's top league!"

Lu Feng raised his eyebrows, showing a slightly surprised expression:

"...I thought it was broken long ago..."

The reporter laughed dumbfoundedly:
"The previous record was Hector Yassard's 1973 goals in the 1974-46 season!"

Lu Feng rubbed his chin, still in disbelief:

"Well, thank you for telling the record... I'm really happy to be able to beat this amazing goal record."

The league in the 70s... maybe only 16 teams? With 30 goals in 46 league rounds, I am afraid that the scoring efficiency is not even comparable to that of Pele, right?
Why haven't I heard of that Hector Yacht at all?
The reporter seemed dissatisfied with his bland response, so he continued to ask:

"You have scored 49 goals now, and you are only one step away from 50 goals. In the last round, will you take this step?"

Lu Feng shrugged:

"Do you want to gamble with me? One hundred thousand euros?"

The reporter's face suddenly turned green.

Lu Feng's current weekly salary is still Liverpool's 2 pounds, and Sporting Lisbon is responsible for various bonuses. According to his scoring efficiency, 10 euros is the total income of two or three games.

But for an ordinary sports reporter, losing 10 euros will definitely make him sleep bad for a year!

(End of this chapter)