Lvyin Fengmo

Chapter 145 Please help me!
2-1 reversal of the United States, the Chinese National Youth Team's opponent in the next round is the unknown North African team-Mali.

As a country, Mali, with a population of 1800 million, is one of the least developed countries in the world. I don’t know how this country, which has frequent wars and the government has just collapsed, has cultivated a top four team in the World Youth Championship. You know, they The opponent defeated in the quarter-finals was the new World Cup champion - the youth team of the German team!

Due to the historical colonial relationship, many players in the Mali team played in Ligue [-] or Ligue [-]. Although they are not well-known and no one can play the main role in the club's first team, they are definitely not a patchwork of amateur players. motley crew.

The most well-known characteristic of African players is of course physical fitness, especially explosive power and flexibility, which can undoubtedly crush Asian players.

In order to deal with their advantages, the Chinese team chose a full-scale contraction tactic from the very beginning, completely cutting off their breakthrough space!

Li Bing used 10 players to defend, but only used Lu Feng to counterattack!
Speaking of which... for Li Bing and this national youth team, this tactic is not a novelty for a long time. As early as in the 2014 Asian Youth Championship, they had already started to implement this tactic in the second half!

All the staff hunker down to defend, and the counterattack is handed over to the thighs. This is the most suitable tactic for them!It is also their most familiar tactic!
The tactics are appropriate, the players are familiar, the thighs are thick enough, and the plug-in is strong enough. When the opponent is not strong, there is no reason for the Chinese team to lose to them!

The whole game was boring. The Mali team seemed to be in nowhere on the wing, but they still couldn't make a breakthrough from the front. As for the Chinese team, their average players didn't even come out of their own big penalty area!

The only thing that can make people's eyes shine is Lu Feng's performance in three quick counterattacks.

He rode solo three times, and he succeeded twice, making two huge irreparable holes in Mali's goal!
2-0!

The Chinese team completed zero seals for the first time in this World Youth Championship!

With less than 40% ball possession, they finally advanced to the final!
And their final opponents belonged to the same group...Brazil!
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"Little Lu, how do you think we made it to the finals?"

"Yes, yes, this championship trophy is suddenly only one step away from us. Thinking about it, I am so excited!"

After winning, Guo Bingyan and Li Bing specially invited Lu Feng to drink tea and chat together.

It can be seen that with the continuous victories, the appetite of these two people has not been satisfied with the earliest group qualifying.

It is human nature to be insatiable and greedy.

From another point of view, it can also be said that they will never be satisfied with their current achievements, and always maintain a positive and enterprising heart.

Lu Feng lowered his head and took a sip of the hot black tea, and asked with a smile:

"For the last game, do the two leaders have any thoughts?"

Guo and Li looked at each other, and couldn't help rubbing their hands at the same time:
"If you can win the championship... who wants to be the second?"

Perhaps knowing that this goal is a bit difficult, the voices of the two of them coincidentally were a little low and stiff, obviously lacking in confidence.

Lu Feng shrugged his shoulders:

"For me, it doesn't make any difference whether it's first or second."

He is telling the truth, because in the judgment of the system, even an international event like the World Youth Championship is still a "youth team game". No matter how many goals he scores, how many championships and honors he wins, It will not increase the character's experience value and skill proficiency...

Guo Bingyan's face darkened, and he couldn't help but want to put up his airs as a leader to criticize his thoughts:

"Since you wear the jersey of the national youth team, you can't hold this indifferent attitude. You must do your best for the honor of the country every game!"

Lu Feng glanced at him:
"Anyone who knows football knows that football is a team sport, and I'm just an ordinary striker. Even if I can score goals in every game, we can't win the game without the efforts of the defenders. You Say?"

Guo Bingyan was so choked by him that he couldn't speak, so he could only pick up the teacup and swallow it with a "gudong".

Li Bing quickly smoothed things over:
"It's all for the team's performance, don't say such angry words. Tell me, with our current strength, is there any chance of winning against Brazil?"

Lu Feng also took a sip of tea, and then put down the cup under the extremely concerned eyes of the two people:

"Yes, and it's huge."

The eyes of the two middle-aged men lit up immediately.

Guo Bingyan even forgot the little bit of unpleasantness just now:
"How do you say? The Brazilian team just slaughtered Senegal 5-0!"

Lu Feng gently wiped the edge of the matcha cup:

"But they didn't score a single goal in the regular time of the previous two knockout games!"

Li Bing immediately opened the folder:
"That's right, no matter whether they played Uruguay in the first round or Portugal in the second round, they didn't score a single goal, and the winner was not decided until the penalty shootout...You mean, their offensive firepower is not enough. ?”

Lu Feng nodded:

"The 5-0 in the semi-finals actually had a lot of luck. The reason why Senegal messed up was because they scored an own goal at the beginning of the game, which completely disrupted their tactical deployment. If they didn't rush to attack , but continue to play steadily, it is difficult for the Brazilian team to score so many goals.

As long as we stabilize the defense and don't rush forward, we won't give the Brazilian team too many chances to attack, and when I get a chance to counterattack and score a goal, the pressure will naturally shift to the Brazilians..."

Guo Bingyan and Li Bing rubbed their hands again and again:

"Okay, okay, starting tomorrow, we will practice defense exclusively!"
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After finishing this "high-level dialogue", Lu Feng did not return to the room immediately, but came to the hotel's VIP sauna room, ready to steam for an hour.

But just as he closed the heavy glass door, another man pushed it open.

Lu Feng squinted his eyes and saw the opponent's appearance. It was the national youth captain Chen Zhechao.

He nodded:
"Are you coming to steam too? Heh, I'm well prepared."

Chen Zhechao was carrying a small basket, big and small towels, bath towels, soap, and two bottles of essential oils or body wash.

The captain walked towards him:

"Brother Feng, do you want to rub your back for you?"

Lu Feng glanced at the soap in the basket, and slowly shook his head:

"No thanks."

Chen Zhechao looked a little disappointed, and sat down not far away.

Lu Feng coughed:
"You're a little out of shape in training these days. Have you encountered any difficulties? If I can help, you're welcome."

Chen Zhechao shook his head, but nodded again:

"Uh... There is indeed something I want Brother Feng to do for you."

Lu Feng was a little surprised, because what he said just now was purely polite.

After all, I am just an ordinary player with almost no social connections in the country, so I can't help this teammate at all!
But at this time, he could only bite the bullet and say:
"You said."

Chen Zhechao scooped up a ladle of water from the wooden barrel, and slowly poured it on the hot stone, and the whole house was filled with steam.

Just listen to him say:
"Brother Feng, can I ask you to be the captain?"

Lu Feng was stunned:
"It's just one game, there's no need to change players, you've done a good job!"

This sentence is also purely polite, because Chen Zhechao didn't even enter the starting lineup in the last two knockout games, and his role on the court is infinitely close to zero.

If nothing else happened, this was also the last time Lu Feng participated in the national youth team. The captain's status meant nothing to him at all.

Chen Zhechao waved his hands quickly:
"Brother Feng, you can help brother!"

Lu Feng was stunned:
"What happened to you?"

Chen Zhechao looked bitter:
"Brother Feng, do you think my level... really can't be a starter?"

The jump in this topic was a bit big, but Lu Feng still answered him quickly:
"It shouldn't be a problem to start. Your passing is actually better than several others, and you can also play as a full-back..."

Chen Zhechao was even more depressed:
"But those two old guys told me in private that for the unity of the team, only you, Brother Feng, are the best candidate to lead the team to victory. Unless you promise to be the captain, otherwise... I can't help it Let's start!"

Lu Feng spat in disdain:

"These two old guys... I will explain to them tomorrow, don't worry."

No wonder they had to tie the armbands on their arms in these two games. Did they think that such a belt would make them feel grateful?

Chen Zhechao shook his head again and again:
"No, no, actually what they said is right. I also hope to be able to unite closely with Brother Feng and win the victory together!"

Seeing his embarrassed but sincere expression, Lu Feng could only nod:
"Okay, okay, I won't make it difficult for you, I will tell them tomorrow that I will be the captain."

Chen Zhechao finally showed a look of relief, he picked up the bath towel in one hand and the soap in the other:
"Brother Feng, in order to thank you, let me rub your back!"

(End of this chapter)