Lvyin Fengmo

Chapter 159 Substitute No. 1

"This scene seems a little familiar..."

He Wei looked at Lu Feng who was about to appear on the screen, and sighed a little.

This is already the 82nd minute of the game, and the left wingback Lulic, who received a yellow card, trotted towards the sidelines.

Lu Feng was standing next to the fourth official, lifting the soles of his shoes for inspection.

Neither the head coach nor the assistant coach took the time to assign him tasks. On the one hand, it was because they could not understand the language. On the other hand, Lu Feng didn't even recognize the names of the coaches and teammates. What's the point of talking about those tactics? use?

Pioli said in a low voice:
"Giocomo, am I being too weak?"

Murelli, who has been with him for 12 years, put his arm around his shoulder and sent him a little warmth:
"Maybe, but... this is you!"
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"ball!"

Lu Feng couldn't convey more meanings to his teammates, but he could at least know one word.

Candreva glanced at the coach on the sidelines, but the latter didn't respond.

So he simply threw the ball to Lu Feng.

They have only trained together twice. Candreva just knows that this young teammate is extremely fast, flexible in footwork, and good at heading. , he had no grasp at all.

Lu Feng stretched out his foot to stop the ball, and turned sideways.

It's... the 83rd minute of the game.

There are at least 7 minutes left for him!
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"That is the Chinese who officially joined Lazio yesterday?"

Roger Schmidt, head coach of Leverkusen, looks serious.

His assistant nodded:

"In the Europa League last season, he led Sporting Lisbon to double kill Wolfsburg!"

Schmidt frowned:

"Of course I know this, but... I thought it was impossible for Lazio to send him out. After all, he has been at the forefront of public opinion this summer, and it is impossible to receive systematic training!"

The assistant still nodded:

"You're right, one day's joint training will not form a tacit understanding at all, maybe we don't need to worry..."
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Leverkusen's coaching staff is very experienced and they are very correct.

A team needs long-term joint training and competitions to gradually form cooperation and tacit understanding, and to condense real combat effectiveness.

This is common sense in the football world, but for Lu Feng, he can't wait for that time!
If he loses this game, it means that he can still only participate in the Europa League this season!

Isn't it enough to win a championship in that kind of competition that Ronaldo and Messi don't participate in?
No cooperation?

No tacit understanding?

Then don't cooperate!
These teammates have been running in for a season, but have they scored goals?
Lu Feng pushed the ball diagonally and began to dribble.

He wants to solve the battle alone!
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"Candreva passed the ball to Lu Feng. It seems that at least we don't have to worry about Lu Feng not having the chance to touch the ball..."

The commentator He Wei eased the tension a little.

Xu Yang has already relaxed:

"Time is running out for Leverkusen."

"Uh?"

He Wei blinked his eyes:
"Xu Yang, did you say the opposite?"

Xu Yang shrugged his shoulders:

"He Wei, you still need to study harder, Lu Feng has already played, and Lazio has already won this game!"
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Lu Feng didn't know that in the live broadcast room thousands of miles away, a guest commentator who never showed his attitude easily was standing firmly behind him.

He had just broken through the defense of Leverkusen midfielder Las Bender, and another midfielder Kramer was standing in front of him.

It was because Bender pounced too hard that he was easily passed. Cramer, who had learned from experience, chose to keep his distance and fight while retreating.

But Lu Feng didn't intend to tangle with him, his feet suddenly exerted strength, and he dribbled the ball directly towards the left side of the penalty area and accelerated!
Although Cramer was a little embarrassed, he did not give up, but also increased his speed, trying to get stuck from the inside.

Then...he had just rushed less than ten steps, when he saw the object he was in charge of intercepting...slammed the car on the brakes!

And that football was knocked into the middle by Lu Feng's heel!

"Knocking the ball with the heel is amazing! This is the most common technique used by Ronaldo!"

He Wei couldn't help raising his voice!

As soon as his voice fell, he saw people at the front of the restricted area turn their backs on their backs!
Cramer, who braked suddenly, wanted to make up for the position at the first time, but bumped into the center back Papadopoulos who rushed to the horse!

"Oh!"

Lu Feng originally had to think about how to deal with Papa, but seeing the two defenders who had rolled to the ground, he directly dribbled the ball into the penalty area!
Leverkusen goalkeeper Leno is definitely the star of hope for Germany, but at this moment, facing Lu Feng who is close at hand, the only thing he can do is to open his hands and feet, and show his face to the opponent. Your most vulnerable and sensitive body part!
"bring it on!"

Leno wanted to yell:

"Fire at me!"

Then he heard a muffled sound:
"Boom!"

Lu Feng opened fire!

He shot furiously from the edge of the penalty area!

Leno, with his limbs spread out, has expanded the defensive area to the maximum, but he still can't fill the entire goal!

The football smashed into the upper right corner of the goal, and the entire Bayer Arena lost its sound at this moment!

A second later, there was a burst of ecstatic cheers from the visiting team stands:

"FORZA LAZIO!"
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"The goal was scored! Lu Feng scored a goal! 1-2!"

He Wei waved his fist slightly:

"In this way, the total score has also become a 2-2 tie. If this score is maintained for another 7 minutes, Lazio will advance to the Champions League with the advantage of away goals!"

Xu Yang ignored his partner, but took the time to praise first:
"Sure enough, I was right. Lu Feng, who just came off the bench, immediately reversed the situation! The indecisive Pioli...he finally made a correct substitution adjustment!"
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"what!"

Pioli has already jumped up and celebrated with Murray with high fives:
"We haven't lost yet!"

Murelli was about to laugh, but his smile froze slightly on his face.

Following his gaze, Pioli saw...

The No. 1 player who just scored a goal not only did not celebrate, but also got into the goal and fished out the ball from the net!

"...Shouldn't you take advantage of the opportunity to celebrate and waste some time?"

The two coaches asked questions at the same time.

They knew the answer after 20 seconds.
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"drop!"

Lu Feng returned to the center line with the football in his arms, placed the ball at the serving point, and then directed his teammates back to their positions. This process took about 15 seconds.

The referee blew his whistle and Kisling passed the ball back, starting a new round of offensive.

Leverkusen has come to the edge of the cliff, they have no way out but to attack!
Just as Kisling crossed the center line, he saw Lu Feng from outside the center circle rushing towards him!

"Young man... so fast!"

This was the first thought that popped into his mind, but he turned his head subconsciously, wanting to observe the running positions and passing routes of his teammates, and saw Lu Feng who had just rushed past turned into an afterimage, only the number behind him "1" shrinks rapidly!
"Really... damn fast!"

Kisling was dumbfounded.

But before he had time to express his emotions, he saw that afterimage approaching Kramer who just got the ball!

The German "little dizzy vegetable" subconsciously wanted to pass the ball to Bella Rabbi in front of him, but he didn't notice at all, a shadow had already appeared on the way to pass the ball!

Lu Feng successfully steals the ball!
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"Damn!"

Schmidt gritted his teeth.

He suddenly felt a chill in his hands and feet!
The Lazio No. 1 player who completed the steal drove straight in from the nearly 15-meter space between the two central defenders, and staged another explosive shot in front of goalkeeper Leno!
"Oh!"

Accompanied by this muffled sound, He Wei's voice became active again:

"Lu Feng, who came off the bench, chased two goals for Lazio! 2-2!

He scored twice in half a minute! "

Xu Yang smiled gratifiedly:
"Although Lazio only needs an away goal to qualify for the Champions League, Lu Feng obviously doesn't like the 1-2 scoreline.

This shows his strong desire to win, even if it is a failure without practical significance, he is unwilling to accept it!Well? "

He finally let out a startled sound.

Because he saw... Lu Feng who scored twice in 30 seconds... went into the goal again and picked up the football!

Lu Feng kicked the ball towards the midfield, then raised his index finger high towards his teammates:

"Enter one more of them!"

Sorry, I'm more than unwilling to accept failure.

I don't even want to accept a draw!

(End of this chapter)