Lvyin Fengmo

Chapter 79

"You are prey!"

Just as Lu Feng pressed Jadel, who was 192, and jumped up, Anderson, who was 195, pushed him away from behind.

"Demacia!"

Just as the explosive power filled his legs, two big feet stepped on his calves one after the other.

"Bah!"

Anderson seemed to see an afterimage in his eyes, but his teammate Samaris immediately knocked Lu Feng over.

Falling to the ground again and again, this is all that Lu Feng presented to the TV audience in the 45 minutes of the first half!
"The scene in the first half can be said to be more than intense but not exciting. Although Sporting Lisbon had 54% of the ball at home, they did not pose a substantial threat to Benfica..."

The commentator Liu He glanced at the data in his hand, and his eyelids jumped slightly:

"As for the Chinese teenager Lu Feng, he was defended like never before in 45 minutes, and almost completely disappeared into the steel forest of defensive players..."

Lu Feng on the screen was panting heavily while walking towards the player tunnel.

He hadn't felt so tired since turning pro.

Physically and mentally exhausted.

After only playing for 45 minutes, he already wanted to lie on the chair and never get up again!
"Examine his legs and relax his muscles!"

The head coach's voice rang in his ears, and at least two pairs of big hands climbed onto his legs at the same time.

They encountered bruises and injuries that were ravaged by Benfica players in every possible way, and bursts of pain ran along the spine and directly hit Lu Feng's cerebral cortex like an electric current.

But he just snorted, and let these medical experts deal with and relax for him.

He is more aware of his current situation than anyone else.

The statistics of the system are more detailed than that of the TV station:
Lu Feng was violated by Benfica defenders a total of 45 times in 11 minutes, an average of one every 4 minutes, and every violation almost knocked him to the ground, but... only one Benfica player received a yellow card .

In these 11 violations, double-team header suppression was not included.

"Hasn't heading the ball always been your strong point?"

Marco Silva's voice was full of doubts.

Lu Feng opened his eyes, but he couldn't explain it to the head coach.

This kind of thing...how can TMD explain it? !

Do you want to tell the head coach that he can only overthrow one person at a time?

Fortunately, Silva did not pursue further, he pondered for a moment, and finally made a decision:

"Guys, I think you all saw the banner on the visiting team's stand?"

The players looked up.

Silva puffed up his chest slightly.

As a head coach, he has also studied psychology and knows how to use hatred to arouse the emotions of young players.

Now that the strongest offensive weapon has failed, he must find another way out! -
"In the first half, you guys did a great job, that Chinese kid barely got a shot!"

In the dressing room of the visiting team, Jorge Jesus was very satisfied with the performance of his disciples:

"Don't relax in the second half, remember our tactics, keep him away from the football from the beginning, so that the threat can be truly eliminated!"

Guard Anderson exhaled slightly. He originally wanted to tell the coach that he saw a strange afterimage in a defense that almost caused him to lose his position.

But he finally shook his head, temporarily suppressing this strange afterimage in his heart.

However, his expression was still noticed by the head coach, and Jesus frowned:
"Are you tired already?"

Jesús has been coaching Benfica for five and a half years. Although there have been some unpleasant news recently with the management, his prestige in the locker room is still unchallenged. He only frowned, and Anderson almost reflexively quit He stood up in his seat and shook his head again and again:
"No, coach, that Chinese kid's running ability is not strong, I can play for at least another 120 minutes!"

Jesús seemed uneasy, and warned again:
"You are our last barrier, and there is absolutely no room for loss. If you feel that you can't keep up with the opponent's footsteps, you must notify me as soon as possible!"
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"Get rid of Benfica!"

"We must not be humiliated by them in Alvalade!"

There was an intense shout in the home team locker room.

Looking at the blushing faces of the boys, Marco Silva nodded.

He pushed open the door and gave his final encouragement to the players:

"Then let fans all over the world see our anger!"

"Let the Benfica fans regret that shameless banner!"

"Let all Lisbon . . . tremble beneath our feet!"

All the young players felt the adrenaline soaring crazily. At this moment, they seemed to have turned into red-eyed bullfighting bulls, roaring and roaring.

Even Lu Feng couldn't help being infected by this atmosphere, and his breath became hurried.

For this effect, Silva smiled very satisfied, he straightened his collar, and was the last one to go out.

When passing the smoking area, he saw a familiar figure.

That was the president of Sporting Lisbon: Bruno de Carvalho.

The smile at the corner of Silva's mouth suddenly froze, and he suddenly felt a headache.

The conflict between him and the chairman is more intense than the discord between the Benfica chairman and Jesús.

As early as before Christmas, it had already been rumored that he wanted to fire himself, but at that time the team had just ushered in a wave of six consecutive victories, and the club boss had no name, so he could only temporarily suppress it...

In addition, Mr. De Carvalho is also a strange flower in European football: as the club chairman, he prefers to sit on the team's bench instead of sitting in a luxurious box!
In short, he likes to dictate the work of the head coach at the closest distance!

—— Like to interfere with the work of the head coach. This is not just the patent of the Chinese national team or the club. Far less professional and professional.

Chelsea's Abumovich, Real Madrid's Florentino, these are the best examples.

But... the Sporting Lisbon family is probably the only one who can really sit in the head coach position in key games like De Carvalho!
"That Chinese kid is not in shape at all today, is he scared stupid by those people in Benfica?"

De Carvalho's eyes were deep, and he looked wise and thoughtful:

"Maybe we should try Slimani, he's seen a lot of big scenes!"

I eat lemons!
Silva crazily complained about his boss in his heart:

Yes, Slimani has seen countless big scenes, such as the African Cup group stage!

And he only scored one goal!

And that Chinese kid who is out of form has played at least a few official Premier League games!How could he be scared stupid by a mere Portuguese league game?

The chairman of this club must want me to replace the thickest thigh, and then take the blame for the loss, and finally fire me directly!
You bad old man, in order to achieve your ulterior motives, how can you be so bad? !

(End of this chapter)