Lvyin Fengmo

Chapter 117 I Don't Accept It!

"NAPOLI!"

When Hamsik jumped on the visiting team's stands to celebrate with the [-] fans who traveled with the team, such Italian songs rang out from the back of the fan area.

"Believe in my allegiance,
As I trust you.

oh!life life is shining,
Heart, heart is singing! "

Naples does not have an exclusive team song, but this "Soldier in Love" created during Maradona's period is the most frequently played by fans.

The main stand of the Jose Alvalade Stadium fell into absolute silence at this moment.

Nearly 3 fans of the home team know exactly what the 3-[-] score means.

The absolute strength of the opponent is far stronger than myself. Naples, which scored three away goals, was almost invincible in the second round of the game!

When they return to Italy, they can put up a real iron wall!

Benitez will definitely let the players of Sporting Lisbon be forced to doubt their lives at the San Paolo Stadium!
They will experience the true art of defense! -
"TMD!"

Marco Silva sat back in his seat feebly.

Benitez, you big-eyed Spaniard, you clearly agreed to withdraw your troops and give up the attack, but in the last few minutes you made a move to return the carbine!

He held his head in his hands, and his body collapsed for a while.

I have tried my best, but still nothing has changed.

No, compared to conceding two goals in a row at the beginning, today's draw is already a very good result.

After all, Naples is stronger than Wolfsburg and Inter Milan...

But he is not happy at all!

His speech during the intermission made everything clear to the players. If they are eliminated in the Europa League, will the players lose the motivation to continue to hit other competitions in the next 40 days?

Sporting Lisbon... Will it be defeated like a mountain, and finally all four will be empty? !

He is not alarmist, because morale is what a team relies on most!

They worked so hard, but they couldn't get a victory. Such a cruel ending would definitely deal an irreparable blow to the morale of the team! -
In fact, the morale of Sporting Lisbon has dropped significantly.

Most of the players looked sad, and Joao Mario, who had been smiling all the time before, also drooped his head, and some couldn't accept this result.

Silva did make two substitutions, but even the veteran Nani had an expression of reluctance and reluctance. It was only because of his professionalism that he had to go into battle.

While running onto the field, Nani conveyed the coach's tactical intentions to other teammates:

"Wide cross, high-altitude bombing!"

They only have a few minutes left to attack with all their might! -
"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"thump!"

When players from both sides collided again and again in Naples' penalty area, the game had entered the final stoppage time stage.

From the 85th minute onwards, Sporting started crosses like crazy, but they could barely get a header.

Even if two tall central defenders are involved, it is difficult to grab Naples' energetic substitute.

However, Lu Feng, known as the "little prince of headers", was still firmly suppressed by many opponents, not to mention fighting, he didn't even have a chance to jump!

"Sporting Lisbon's intentions are too obvious. They clearly know that Benitez has arranged three central defenders and three midfielders, but they still want to get a header through a cross..."

After another failed cross, He Wei sighed:
"This way is like a moth to a flame. Although it knows that there will be no return, it is extraordinarily tragic and intense..."

Xu Yang commented:

"I believe that even the most radical fans will not blame the coach and the players, they have indeed tried their best.

This is especially true for Lu Feng, who has always been in poor physical fitness and is often replaced around 75 minutes, but today he is still running tirelessly, using his not strong body and those who are half a head taller than himself The defensemen fought fiercely.

Not to mention, he has already handed over the data of two shots and one pass in the previous game. Without his outstanding performance, Sporting Lisbon would have collapsed..."

He was so moved that he could hardly speak, but saw the game screen slowly stop.

He Wei looked at the time and said in a deep voice:

"5 minutes of stoppage time is about to end, Sporting Lisbon won a free kick in the frontcourt..."

Xu Yang shook his head:

"This free kick is a bit too far away, at least 30 meters away from the goal. If you want to seek cooperation...it has just been proved that they have no advantage in competing for headers..."

And at this time, Naples suddenly applied... They were going to use up the last substitution spot!
Marco Silva hated his teeth itching, but there was nothing he could do!

He could only watch as Benitez patted Enrique Adriano, who was 186 tall, and replaced the overdrawn Callejon with this central defender!

The Spanish tactician inhumanly piled up four central defenders in front of his door!
-
"...Wo Ri the dog!"

Lu Feng looked at the No. 4 player who was half a head taller than himself, and couldn't help but want to scold her!
Once upon a time, Benitez, who led Liverpool to perform the "Miracle of Istanbul", was also a hero and legend in his heart, but at this moment, Lu Feng just wanted to blow his big bald head!
Four central defenders!
Three backs!

The average height of these seven people is over 1.8 meters six!
Even if I have cheats, no matter how good at jumping and heading, I will definitely not be able to beat the seven of them!

No matter how powerful Snow White and the snake spirit are, they can't handle the seven dwarves and the seven gourd babies in turn! -
Goalkeeper Patricio had already crossed the pitch to join the crowd fighting for the header, but they still looked hopeless.

Since the foul position was not dangerous, Naples only sent Hamsik and Macho, who were the lowest in height, to act as a human wall, and the remaining eight strong men were all surrounded by the penalty area line, entangled with the Sporting Lisbon players.

"This small turf has at least fifteen or sixteen players squeezed in..."

He Wei searched in the crowd for several seconds, but still couldn't find Lu Feng's figure. It wasn't until the camera gradually zoomed out that he realized in astonishment:

"Lu Feng is here to kick?!"

Xu Yang also looked astonished:
"He... seems to have never kicked such a free kick before?"
-
"call……"

Lu Feng exhausted all the air in his lungs, and then took a deep breath.

He should not have taken the free kick this time, but he still snatched the free kick from Joao Mario.

Maybe it was because he was intimidated by his aura, maybe he was in a bad mood, maybe he was exhausted physically and mentally, but Mario didn't even argue with him, and just stepped aside.

With a figure of only 169, he could only watch Lu Feng start his run-up!

One, two, three, four, five!

Lu Feng's left foot hit the back of the football!
But... Mario's mood sank in an instant.

He understood that Lu Feng wanted to shoot directly with this kick, but the height of the ball...was a bit too low!

There was a muffled sound of "噗", and the black and white football hit Ma Qiao's shoulder, changing the trajectory of the flight immediately!

The football bounced high toward the penalty area, and Mario shook his head.

His teammates pursue strength so much that the football doesn't even get around the wall!

The trajectory has changed, and the speed of the ball has been greatly reduced. Such a shot is impossible to succeed!

"Hurry back and defend!"

This was Mario's first thought.

Without waiting for the result, he turned around and retreated towards his own half.

Even the goalkeeper is here, and there is no player in the backcourt. If the opponent is allowed to seize the opportunity, this is a chance to completely trample Sporting Lisbon to death!
But in the process of his retreat, he saw a scene that made him remember his whole life.

He saw, outside the restricted area in Naples, on the turf crowded with fifteen or six strong men, a green and white figure passed by like a storm!
When Coulibaly, Albiol and others were still looking up to observe the landing point of the ball route, they almost felt a shadow hanging over themselves at the same time!
The backs of Inle, Lopez, and Coulibaly's heads all felt chills at the same time!
They saw a familiar face!

But they couldn't believe their eyes!

They saw Lu Feng soaring into the air from the outside of the restricted area as if being boosted by a rocket, flying higher and higher in mid-air like a stretched eagle!

"Boom!"

This muffled sound brought everyone back to reality, Lu Feng completed the last head hammer in the strong wind!
The Naples goalkeeper only took one step outward, and his outstretched right hand failed to catch the black and white bomb that swooped in!
"Oh!"

The white net was blasted into a pure wave.

The eagle uttered a sharp chirping high in the sky!

This is the game I played the full 90 minutes of!
A draw... I don't accept it!
(End of this chapter)