Football: I coach Melo, the only man in history

"We can see that the fourth official has raised his card and there are still four minutes of stoppage time."

"Currently, the home team Lyon is leading Paris 2:1, and there is not much time left for Paris players, if they can't make a difference in the remaining 4 minutes."

"Then, their record of 31 consecutive league victories will be broken!"

"Let's just wait and see, what happens next?"

While Zhan directed the passionate explanation, the adrenaline was also secreted rapidly.

It's so exciting!
In the attack just now, he and Director Zhang next to him thought that Paris would score another goal, but they never expected that Lyon would score.

Football is just like that. It's wonderful and charming. You can't draw a conclusion until the last moment!
"Boss, what should we do?"

At this moment, let alone the players on the field, even Bagal panicked.

Chen Feng looked at the players who had fallen into a depressed atmosphere, and didn't answer. He came directly to the sidelines and chose to use a burst of roars to wake up everyone's fighting spirit.

"Don't be dazed!"

"The game isn't over yet, so please move for me!"

"Diallo, Correll ran up, Xiaode, led his teammates to complete the arrangement of the midfield defense, and Icardi to tear up the defense for me."

The players woke up from the depressed atmosphere one by one and began to run on the court one after another.

3 minutes left!
Paris' attack was helpless.

Chen Feng carefully looked at the remaining skill cards in his hand, and was considering whether to use them.

A-level skill card: metronome*2, eagle eye*2, heel kick*2.

S-level skill card: Defense Commander*1, Command Tower*1, King of the Restricted Area*1.

There is not enough time in the game, even if a skill card is used, it may not be able to overtake the score, at most it will be a tie, and the winning streak will still be broken.

That being the case, there is no need.

It must be extremely difficult to play against Barcelona later, so let's save it for the Champions League!
After making up his mind, Chen Feng focused all his attention on the field in front of him.

Paris' offense, Liu Ruofan, Saravia supported from the wing, and Draxler dribbled in the center.

Seeing that the three-pointer was about to be won, Lyon burst out with fighting spirit far beyond the past. Oyar and Paqueta rushed towards the middle.

Draxler was not sure about one-two, so he had to pass back!
Paredes, who got the ball, wanted to give it forward.

However, Moussa Dembele came over and had no choice but to pass back.

Diallo got the ball. That's it, 2 minutes passed, Paris' offense was like a fly, and there was no discipline at all.

Race countdown 50 seconds. 30 seconds. 10 seconds!
Beep!

The whistle sounded and the game was over.

In the 32nd round of Ligue [-], the focus of Lyon's home game against Paris came to an end. The home team successfully overthrew the Paris aircraft carrier with a brace from the head star Depay.

Paris' 31 consecutive victories in the league have also been broken!

"congratulations."

"No way, it was Chen Shuai who showed mercy!"

On the sidelines, the coaches of the two teams hugged and greeted. Chen Feng looked at Garcia and laughed loudly. He really wanted to go up and punch him twice!

You guy, you are humble in your words, and your smile is not restrained at all.

[Ding, congratulations to the host for achieving 31 consecutive victories in the league, reward platinum treasure chest*2]

At this moment, a voice sounded in his mind, Chen Feng was surprised and delighted, this system really does not give out winning streak rewards until his winning streak record is broken.

The two platinum treasure chests can be regarded as making up for the regret of losing this game.

I silently opened the box in my heart.

[Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining the S-level skill card, cruise missile*2, A-level skill card, striker*2, silver treasure chest*4]

It's okay, let's start again.

[Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining 16 free attribute distribution points]

Chen Feng finally showed a smile. With these things, the Champions League match will be more assured.

Walk into the stadium, hug and comfort your own players one by one.

Finally, he came to Dai Weijun's side, praised him, and silently allocated 4 distribution points, passing +2 and stealing +2.

"Xiao Dai, it's not that I'm partial."

"I'll keep this ability and it will be of great use. I can't give you too much, so let's use it first!"

Chen Feng muttered in his heart, and looked at Dai Weijun, whose face was flushed and sweating constantly, and silently opened his ability value panel.

[Dai Weijun, age 22, ability value 74, worth 2230 million, can be improved]

It's okay, make do!
Instead, he took out 12 points from the remaining 6 points and distributed them to Chen Long.

Passing +2, shooting +2, speed +2.

[Chen Long, age 22, ability value 84, worth 6180 million, can be improved]

Chen Long, who had already walked back to the dressing room, felt his whole body was full of strength, and his heart was extremely hot. In desperation, he rushed to the bathroom, trying to suppress the hotness with cold water.

The rest of Chen Feng will not be allocated for the time being, and he will use it for Micro Motion after he recovers from his injury.

Anyway, he is the team's main full-back, so it's better to be stronger.

As for Liu Ruofan, he is not considering it for the time being. After all, he is only a substitute player and usually does not have much playing time.

On the night after returning, no one came to trouble the coach who lost the game.

But the next day.

When he arrived at the office of the base, the two big bosses of the club were already sitting there with cold faces waiting.

"Yo!"

"So early?"

Chen Feng greeted the two with a smile, and at the same time handed over a cup of hot tea. Even though he has lived in Europe for a long time, he is still not used to getting up early to drink coffee.

"Hmph!" Nasser knocked his teacup on the coffee table heavily, and began to blame him, "Feng, what do you mean?"

"Do you know how much this loss has affected the club?"

"Look at how ugly the media say!"

Nasser threw the mobile phone he had prepared long ago on the table.

Chen Feng took it with a calm expression, put it in his hand and examined it carefully.

#GreatParisThe winning streak is broken, and the coach cannot absolve himself of the blame! #
#French first?But that's all! #
#欧冠赛 is about to be staged, Barcelona, ​​Paris, who can stand out?Is the established giants winning, or the European upstarts falling into the sand? #
#Many celebrities have publicly expressed their support for Barcelona. Could it be that the tragedy of Ou Shiliulang in Paris is about to be staged again? #
#Messi, Neymar fights his old club again, full of highlights! #
#Paris needs heroes, who can stand up in MMN? #
And so on, most of them are some bad news about Paris, and there are many good people who calculated that Paris' strength is vulnerable through the game against Lyon.
Chen Feng smiled, "Chairman and director, come to me this morning because of these rubbish news?"

"Although the content of the news is rubbish, it has had a considerable impact on the club." Leonardo spoke slowly and said something lightly.