Lvyin Fengmo

Chapter 148 The second that decides the outcome

Leading by one goal means almost being invincible to Lu Feng's team. Whether in Liverpool or Sporting Lisbon, his club team has never been reversed.

But in this game, he did not relax his vigilance. Instead, he retreated very nervously to the vicinity of the 30-meter area to help Zhang Xiuwei and Chen Zhechao defend.

Because... this is a game for the national team (national youth team), and the teammates in the back line are far less trustworthy than the club.

It's just that even Team Leader Guo, who doesn't know much about football, can tell that Lu Feng really doesn't have much talent in defense.

Although I often hear a saying on the court, "Attack depends on talent, defense depends on attitude", but a top defensive player must have top defensive talent. This talent will be reflected in position selection, marking, defense, and anticipation , steals, interceptions, and even timing and other aspects, by no means can become a top player just by running tirelessly.

Although both offense and defense have similarities, countless facts have proved that things are not that simple. An extraordinary forward can often only become a stake in defense; Home, let them go to defense, only the whistle of a foul can be heard.

The Brazilian team's offensive reached its peak in the 15th minute of the second half, but aggressive pressure has always been a double-edged sword!

They failed to break through the Great Wall, but were cut through their necks by cold arrows shot from the wall!

Chen Zhechao, who had been holding back for more than ten days, was extremely active. He completed a dangerous steal from Jesus, who had only shown his sharpness two years later, and then drove towards the frontcourt!

With too much force, he fell directly to the sky and fell backwards, but even in the process of falling, he still couldn't help but blame himself:
"MD, the story is still wrong!"

Originally, he wanted to kick the ball straight to the top of the opponent's penalty area, so that Lu Feng could form a solo position in the most comfortable position, but... this foot didn't work at all!
With a "poof", Chen Zhechao fell heavily on the turf. Fortunately, the thick turf buffered most of the inertia, so it didn't hurt that much.

He propped his hands on the ground, eagerly looking for the familiar figure, wanting to see how his rescue would develop in the end.

Even though the kick was flawed, he still firmly believed that Lu Feng had the ability to create the impossible!
After all, that was the man who took over the captain's armband from him!
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Lu Feng did not disappoint the former captain. He took the lead in the sprint and overtook the Brazilian defender. With an advantage of more than five meters ahead of No.2, he caught up with the football less than three meters away from the left corner flag.

——Yes, Chen Zhechao's long pass was at least 20 meters away from the expected position. Without the bonus effect of [Fatal Strike], Lu Feng really couldn't catch up...

"Lu Feng's sprinting speed is still astonishing. He throws off the defenders, but also throws off his teammates. He can only fight alone!"

He Wei's description was a bit off the mark, because the other teammates of the Chinese team had no intention of responding to Lu Feng from the very beginning. They all stayed in their own half, watching their captain charge into battle alone!

And the defenders and defensive midfielders of the Brazilian team are gathering towards their penalty area like a tide!

But... what does that matter?

As long as the speed is fast enough, the return of these defensive players is just a waste of physical energy!

Lu Feng took a sharp breath, pushed the football inward with his right foot, kicked the ground with his left foot, turned the ball 90 degrees from the corner flag area, and launched a final charge towards the penalty area along the baseline!

Brazil's goalkeeper Giorgio Jimmy did not abandon the goal, he still sticks to the position of the near post.

Because the nearest full-back, João Pedro, has approached the bottom line, as the team's last barrier, he has more important positions to guard.

"Get out of my way!"

From the very beginning, Pedro did not choose to race against Lu Feng, but went straight into the penalty area from the middle. Facts have proved that this is an incomparably correct choice.

When Lu Feng completed a series of movements of unloading the ball, turning around, and cutting into the big penalty area, Pedro happened to block his only way to the small penalty area!
"You're done!"

Pedro challenged his opponent with his roar, knowing that his defense had succeeded.

Although Lu Feng is only 5.5 meters away from the goal, he has nowhere to go!

This is already the bottom line. If you choose to bypass from the right, it only takes one second for other teammates who return to defense to form a circle in a blink of an eye!
Lu Feng moved his right foot, and he flicked the ball to the right!
Pedro had been prepared for a long time and took half a step out with his left foot, trying to block the opponent's breakthrough.

But his eyes did not leave Lu Feng's right foot.

He has seen the video of this opponent in the club, this number 10 must not be so simple!
Sure enough, just as Pedro stepped forward with his left foot, he saw Lu Feng's right foot suddenly shake, and he hooked the football back from the right side!
"Want to wear my crotch?!"

Pedro admired him so much, he immediately retracted his legs, ready to block Lu Feng's "passing through the crotch" this time!
If the timing is right, he can immediately launch a counterattack!
"Playing tricks in front of the Brazilians? You're worse than...uh!"

Pedro's expression changed drastically!
Because his folded legs did not block the football!
It's because...he saw Lu Feng's right foot kicking the ball to the front left!
Front left...there is the bottom line!

Will the best player in the Europa League also throw the ball away?
But in the next second, Pedro got the answer.

The best player in the Europa League hooked the football back from the baseline with his left foot!

Suddenly a voice exploded in Pedro's mind:

"Shit, he's a left-footer!"
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"Lu Feng was blocked by the defender! It's hard to catch up with the pass!"

He Wei still shook his head regretfully:
"Chen Zhechao's big foot is too outrageous, even if it is a little more accurate, it will not miss the opportunity!"

But before he finished shaking his head, he suddenly stopped:

"Lu Feng broke through the defense! How did he do it?! Shot! The goal went in! He... how did he do it?!"

He asked two consecutive questions, but only saw that Lu Feng, who had finished shooting, rushed directly from the goal to the corner flag area on the other side, and then performed a front flip!
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"Boom!"

Goalkeeper Giorgio Jimmy sat down in the goal.

His mind was blank, but his eyes were dark and dizzy.

When the red figure came out from Pedro's side, he thought he saw a ghost for a while, so that he didn't even react when the football slid into the goal from his feet!
He couldn't help cursing in his heart:
"Scrap Pedro! Can't you stop him for a second...?"

As long as there is another second, the other three teammates can return to their positions. Even if Lu Feng has great supernatural powers, he can only fall into the quagmire of samba football!

But... just such a second, the efforts of the Brazilian team's entire World Youth Championship were in vain!
2-0!

The Chinese team expanded the score in the 63nd minute!

There is not much time left for the Brazilian team!

(End of this chapter)