Lvyin Fengmo

Chapter 150 World Youth Championship Champion!
"The goal is scored! 3-1!"

He Wei's emotions reached their peak after Lu Feng dunked the goalkeeper and shot an empty goal:

"Lu Feng killed the game! The Chinese team is the champion!!!"

Xu Yang also couldn't hide his excitement:

"The Brazilians attacked wildly for 90 minutes, but they were pierced through their defense three times by the king of China!"

He Wei's voice was full of joy:

"Perhaps the Brazilians will say that they dominate the whole game, they have more than 66% of the ball possession rate, and their shots are more than four times that of the Chinese team, but football is like this, no strong wins, only The winner lives!"
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"Damn it, shit, fuck..."

Li Bing didn't mind his swearing anymore, he hugged Wei Shihao who was closest to him, and he was full of tactics taught by Captain Lu before.

Wei Shihao, who committed five vicious fouls and was carrying a yellow card in the game, did not have a vicious look on his face at the moment.

He was held high by the head coach, smiling brightly like a child.

He only had his 4th birthday in April, so he was originally a child who had just grown up!

"we are the champion!"

He yelled it over the head coach's head.

This sentence he dared to think about even in his dreams a month ago! -
"Brother Feng! Take me with you in the future!"

As soon as the whistle sounded at the end of the game, Chen Zhechao ran towards Lu Feng at a sprint speed of [-] meters, and rushed forward excitedly.

Lu Feng's stamina had already been exhausted due to many retreats and defenses in this match. After being thrown by the opponent, his center of gravity suddenly became unstable, and he fell directly on his back to the ground.

Before they got up from the ground, Cheng Jin and Zhang Xiuwei formed the second echelon, laughing and roaring as they pushed forward!
The farther defenders and goalkeepers are also on their way to the battlefield!

"Hey! I'm going to die! Whose stinky feet are these?!"

When Li Bing rushed up with the coaching staff and the substitute players, Lu Feng, who was pressed down at the bottom, could barely breathe. preservation.

When he felt that he was about to suffocate, he finally couldn't help letting out a roar:

"Don't block it!"

"You are prey!"

The three-meter-tall Human Arhat Tower collapsed!

Lu Feng jumped high from the crowd, as if a golden light flashed across his body!

"Demacia!"

He ran away! -
The celebration of the Chinese team did not last long, because the awards ceremony was about to take place immediately.

"The first to receive the award is the referee team of the final. They won the best referee award..."

He Wei took a look at the setting of the awards and introduced them step by step.

Xu Yang can finally return to his neutral and objective position:

"In all fairness, these referees whistled well, hahaha..."

The Chinese team has already won the championship. This time, no one will criticize him for "worshiping foreigners", right?
As a result of winning the championship, the Chinese team players headed by Lu Feng became the biggest winners in the next individual awards.

Although he conceded seven goals in a row in the first two rounds of the group stage, Zhou Yuchen, who played steadily and even had a clean sheet, won the best goalkeeper of the tournament.

Although he didn't say anything, Zhang Xiuwei, who surrounded Lu Feng closely with his actual actions, won the assists king of the tournament with his 6 assists. Of course, all of these 6 assists were given to Lu Feng without exception.

Lu Feng, who completed the hat-trick, was undoubtedly elected the best player in the final. Although he missed two rounds of the group stage, he scored 5 goals in the next five games. He still won the best player of the tournament ( Golden Globes) and Golden Boots.

Serbian player Sergio and Brazilian player Danilo received the Bronze Ball Award and the Silver Ball Award respectively.

Looking at their expressions, He Wei couldn't help but tease:
"They don't seem to be reconciled at all?"

Of course, they had no reason to be unwilling, because the combined stats of the two of them couldn't compare to Lu Feng's one foot! -
"We are the champions,

We are the champions,

No time for losers,

'Cause we are the champions! "

Accompanied by the most well-known song in football - Queen's "We Are the Champions", the players and coaches of the Chinese team lined up on the newly built podium.

Looking at the award presenters, He Wei implicitly mentioned something that happened just now:
"In the earliest arrangement, FIFA President Blatter will attend the awards ceremony, but due to well-known reasons, he cannot appear on the scene and can only be replaced by others..."

Xu Yang just smiled "haha" and did not continue to analyze Blatter's scandal in depth.

It's not that he's afraid that Blatter will settle accounts with him after hearing it, but...he doesn't have the mind to take care of other things at all!
The captain of the Chinese team was the last to stand on the podium, and took over the trophy that symbolized the honor of the champion from the hand of the award presenter who did not know his name!
Under the eyes of everyone, surrounded by his teammates and coaches, he raised this silvery trophy high!

In tens of millions of families, tens of millions of TVs, computers, and mobile phones sounded He Wei's voice:
"The Chinese team won the 2015 World Youth Championship! We... are the champions!"
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"From two consecutive defeats with 7 goals to five consecutive victories to win the championship! What happened to this national youth team?"

"With 13 goals in five games, Lu Feng crushed Messi in 2015 in 2005!"

"The ultimate of individual heroism! This is the real power of one's own power!"

"Belittle the honor of the national team? Captain Lu angrily slapped the face of the unscrupulous media!"

"Humble king! Lu Feng praised the coach and teammates for their great contribution! Winning the championship is definitely not done by one person!"

"Can't afford to lose? Brazilian celebrities angrily criticized Chinese players for delaying time! Fans responded: If you have the ability, you score goals!"

"Voting for the top ten balls in the World Youth Championship, the Chinese captain only won the top five!"

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A day later, when Lu Feng returned to China with the team, domestic public opinion had already been ignited by the first World Youth Championship champion in history.

Not surprisingly, when they just stepped out of the airport pick-up channel, they saw people waiting on both sides.

Lu Feng only took a cursory glance. There were at least 300 people, most of whom were young people in their 30s and [-]s. Apart from holding a small national flag in their hands, there was also a red banner over ten meters long, with black and white letters on it. In bold font it reads:

"Warmly welcome the Chinese youth football team to win the championship!"

Lu Feng smiled, and walked towards him with the championship trophy that was not heavy in his hand.

After seeing this scene, those young people couldn't help cheering:

"Lu Feng! Lu Feng!"

"Lu Feng! Lu Feng!"

The cheers from hundreds of people were so loud that airport security had to come forward to maintain order.

Lu Feng stopped in his tracks, and then called out to the CCTV cameraman Li Ming:

"Brother Li, can you take some group photos for us?"

Li Ming grinned, and glanced at the camera on his shoulder:
"My equipment...has never been turned off."

Lu Feng nodded and came among the fans:

"Thank you for coming to welcome us. I hope you can continue to support Chinese football in the future."

Amid a large crowd in red, a fan in a green and white jersey stood up:
"I have been a Sporting Lisbon fan for 20 years, thank you for helping the team achieve a short-lived revival, a quadruple crown!"

Lu Feng was surprised that Sporting Lisbon would have such an experienced and loyal fan in China. He shook hands with him with a smile, and then took a group photo:
"Thank you. Although I am only on loan, I am also very grateful to the Sporting Lisbon team. They gave me the opportunity to prove myself."

The fan looked dismayed:
"Are you going back to Liverpool for the new season?"

Lu Feng smiled and nodded:

"Of course, the Red Army era that belongs to me has not officially kicked off yet!"

The conversation between the two of them was heard by other fans behind them, and someone immediately shouted:
"Come to Real Madrid! Bernabeu welcomes you!"

"Camp Nou is the temple of football art!"

"Let's combine the two swords of Ronaldo!"

"Sweep everything with Messi!"

"C Ronaldo is a cancer!"

"Messi is the ball king!"

……

Lu Feng looked at them speechlessly, but the phone in his pocket vibrated.

It was a message from Mendez:
"Congratulations on winning the World Youth Championship and MVP!

Also, Liverpool FC have sent me an offer and they want to discuss a new contract with us. "

He smiled silently and walked away from the group of emotional fans.

His season is finally over.

The holidays are finally here!

(End of this chapter)