Lvyin Fengmo

Chapter 136 The third championship of the season!
"LULULULULU,

We are the best team in Portugal,

We have the magic mainland of China..."

After Lu Feng scored his fourth goal, the green stands finally sang his song again.

Having decided to kill the game, Lu Feng took off his jersey without hesitation, and threw it directly at the stand where the Sporting Lisbon fans gathered most!

The fans in the stands suddenly let out a loud and surprised scream, so that the singing stopped!
The camera had already focused on Lu Feng. His body was still thin. Although his abdomen was very flat, he didn't have any "eight-pack abs".

"Lu Feng staged an astonishing big four in the Europa League final!"

He Wei waved his fist slightly to congratulate his compatriots:
"Sevilla's massive pressure made their defense extremely empty. Lu Feng just broke through the barrier with the simplest single-rider, and easily broke through their city!"

"Simple?"

Xu Yang smiled and shook his head:

"This is the nature of football, every change of possession may determine the final outcome.

If that corner kick had not been cleared, but flew into the net, then the score between the two sides would be 4-3, and the outcome is still unknown.

But Lisbon's goalkeeper and defenders tried their best to defuse this danger. In just three seconds, the offensive and defensive situation changed completely, and Sevilla completely slipped into the abyss! "
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Marco Silva can finally breathe a sigh of relief and wipe the sweat off his face.

"We've won!"

Assistant coach Topher couldn't wait to hug him and laugh.

Getting carried away before the end of the game is a taboo for military strategists, but they don't care at all now!
With less than 10 minutes to the end of the game, how could Sevilla, who was three goals behind, complete the reversal? !
In their formation... do they have the Poles with 9 goals in 5 minutes?
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"Drip, drip, drip!!!"

Atkinson finally blew three whistles when stoppage time entered the third minute.

Sitting alone on the coach's bench with his hands on his forehead, Emery collapsed.

But this state lasted only 3 seconds before he stood up again.

He first patted his assistant on the shoulder, and forced a smile:
"Go and encourage the lads."
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"The game is over! Sporting Lisbon won the championship! Let us congratulate them, and congratulations to the Chinese player Lu Feng! He became the No.1 Chinese player to win the Europa League!"

He Wei was obviously more excited than Lu Feng.

Fortunately, he did not forget the homework he had prepared in advance, and did not explain it as "No.1 Chinese player who won the European Championship"-because Dong Fangzhuo once won the Champions League in the 07-08 season with Manchester United, even though he was only in the group played once...

Xu Yang added:
"Although he did not participate in the group stage, he is the well-deserved main force and offensive core of Sporting Lisbon! Let us congratulate Lu Feng!"
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The Sevilla players were finally relieved.

They were still hungry for a comeback in the final minutes, but what followed was another swift counterattack from Sporting Lisbon.

This time Vidal didn't have any hesitation, he directly hugged Lu Feng to the top of the arc in the middle circle!

He stopped Lu Feng's charge, but he also got a red card for himself!

He stopped Lu Feng's charge, but he still couldn't stop Lu Feng from scoring again 10 seconds later:
This time, the free kick from the midfield came to the feet of Sporting Lisbon's No. 18 player after a quick pass. He played a one-two with Montero at the front of the penalty area, and then received a through ball on the small penalty area line, with a low kick. Shot from the goalkeeper's armpit and into the goal!

6-2!

The 6-2 score made Sevilla completely lose the motivation to fight, and the last few minutes were just killing time.

When the game was finally over, the players in the red team had their hands on their hips and looked confused. Some covered their faces and were speechless, lowering their heads and sighing. On, lonely and helpless and pitiful.

Then they heard a familiar voice ringing in their ears:

"Boys, don't blame yourself too much, you have done a good job, let's make a comeback next season!"
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"Nice job, China boy."

On the podium, UEFA President Michel Platini hung up the medal for Lu Feng, then patted his shoulder with a smile, and sent his own encouragement:

"Next season, I hope to see your performance on a bigger stage!"

The famous French football player obviously didn't speak English or Chinese. In fact, Lu Feng didn't understand what he was talking about in BB. He just said something to him out of politeness:
"Thank you."

As with all award ceremonies, the championship trophy was presented to the team's captain, Patricio.

Apart from Lu Feng, this goalkeeper is the most stable player in Sporting Lisbon. Under the attack of Sevilla, he handed over the excellent data of 5 saves in the whole game, and also sent an indirect save to Lu Feng. Assists are the most important contribution to winning the championship.

The teammates had all put on their poses, just waiting for him to celebrate with the trophy, but Patricio found the inconspicuous No. 18 in the crowd.

"Patricio is obviously inviting Lu Feng to toast with him!"

He Wei was inexplicably excited:

"This should be the best affirmation from his teammates for his hard work in the past few months!"

Xu Yang nodded again and again:

"The world of football can be brutal at times, but at other times it can be very simple.

It is said that Lu Feng has not been able to master Portuguese proficiently until now, but he has conquered his coaches and teammates with his hard work. The fans have even composed exclusive songs for him. He has also won Sporting Lisbon with his impeccable performance. Three champions, I hope that in the new season, he can maintain this state and continue to dedicate perfect games for us..."

He Wei smiled and reminded him:

"You must have forgotten, four days later, there will be a Portuguese League Cup final!"
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"we are……"

"champion!"

Lu Feng and Patricio held the trophy high, one on the left and the other on the right.

There was a huge cheer from the podium.

Splendid fireworks also bloomed over the entire stadium, illuminating the night sky in Warsaw.

There were only a few thousand Lisbon fans traveling with the team to Warsaw, but they created a home atmosphere where Jose Alvalade was here.

"Martin, take a picture of me alone!"

Holding the trophy, João Mario called out to the team's support staff before grinning wide at the camera, revealing his white teeth.

Then he found Lu Feng not far away, stretched out his hand and pulled him over:

"Feng, let's take a group photo!"

Lu Feng smiled and put his arms around his shoulders, and the two of them took a picture together holding the trophy.

After finishing the group photo, Mario asked seemingly casually:
“Brother, are you really not staying in the club?”

Lu Feng froze for a moment, smiled and patted him on the shoulder:

"Joao, will you...will stay in Lisbon next season?"

This time it was Mario who was stunned.

Yes, they performed so brilliantly this season, as the main midfielder, how could no one care about him?

They've won enough in Sporting Lisbon, it's time for a change!

(End of this chapter)