Lvyin Fengmo

Chapter 20 The Wind of the Grassland
"fierce!"

Li Bing opened his mouth wide, but in the end he only uttered one word.

The assistant coaches and players behind him were already cheering and celebrating enthusiastically.

In football, the most exciting thing is naturally scoring goals.

And among the goals that can boost morale most, it belongs to long-distance raids and passing several people in a row!
Judging by the speed, under the fast speed, it makes people's blood rush!
Look at the skills, flashing and moving, making people defenseless!
Look at the momentum, the unwavering heart, as if invincible in the world!
Li Bing finally let go of his tightly clenched fists, his palms were hot and humid, and he even clearly felt that a stream of hot sweat was slowly gathering and dripping down along the lines of his palms.

The TA a few minutes ago was right.

I'm so fucking blind!

Decades of football experience have all fed the dog to TMD!

What are you talking about... not enough training time?
What to say... The new players are not familiar with their teammates, so they can't quickly integrate into the tactical system?
He needs to get acquainted with a ghost!

Li Bing took a deep breath and gave an order to the assistant coach:
"Substitution!"
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In the 72nd minute, the Chinese team, which had just equalized the score, replaced two new players at the same time.

What is somewhat surprising is that these two players are neither tall and strong battering rams, nor are they sprinters like the wind. At least from the performance of the team, they seem to be better at passing the ball...

Lu Feng glanced outside the arena, Li Bing was giving him a thumbs up:

"Kick with all your might!"

He curled his lips and turned to face Porto's half.

Do you need to say that? ! -
"drop!"

Of course, Porto, which conceded two goals in a row within 10 minutes, could not accept such an ending. Their head coach also continuously dispatched troops and gradually increased their offensive.

The Portuguese team, which is obviously superior in overall strength, almost firmly controls the ball at its feet, and the ball possession rate once reached an overwhelming 75%!

The Chinese team can only be tired of defending, and the two passers who have just come off the bench can only huddle near the penalty area like other teammates to resist the stormy attack together.

At this moment, Lu Feng became the most useless one.

During the two years in Liverpool, it is not that he has not practiced defense, but maybe he has no talent, or maybe he is not interested enough. Later, even the head coach Critchley gave up training in this area.

Until now, Lu Feng's defensive attribute is still a failing E!

Rather than letting him waste his energy running around in the backcourt, it is better to let him stick in the opponent's line and let the Porto players have a little scruples in the attack!

Time passed quickly in one attack and one defense. Seeing that the Chinese team's defensive line was under increasing pressure and the players' physical fitness was getting closer and closer to being overdrawn, Lu Feng couldn't help but yawned.

From 72 minutes to 87 minutes, he had stood near the middle circle for a full 15 minutes. The physical energy he had spent before had already fully recovered, but he just couldn't wait for the opportunity to fight back!

In order to disrupt Porto's offensive frenzy and give the players a chance to breathe, Li Bing, regardless of the system and tactics, used all the last remaining substitutions, barely delaying the time by 2 minutes.

When the game entered the last few minutes, not only the Chinese team, but also the Porto players who were on the offensive showed fatigue, generally appearing to have heavy legs, deformed movements, and out-of-shape skills.

After all... the schedule of this event is too dense, with a non-stop rhythm every day... even NBA players can't stand it!
What's more, these young players are generally seventeen or eighteen years old. For their still developing bodies, such continuous combat is definitely a bit overloaded.

If the 2-2 score is maintained until the end, they will have to enter 30 minutes of overtime, which is a great burden for either side.

The only good news is that both sides have used up 6 substitutions, and at least 22 of the 12 players on the field are in sufficient physical condition, but they still inevitably fall into a stalemate.

Perhaps because they were too tired and anxious, the movements of both sides became bigger and bigger.

"Oh!"

Just when the game entered the stoppage time period, there was a muffled sound on the court, and two players, one red and one white, fell to the ground at the same time outside the penalty area.

Lu Feng, who had nothing to do, could see clearly that his teammate Wei Shihao kicked the opponent's ankle while sliding!

The moment the two sides came into contact, he vaguely saw that the opponent's calf seemed to be kicked out of shape!

"hiss……"

Lu Feng, who was 20 meters away, couldn't help taking a deep breath, and even felt a sharp pain in his ankle...

It's just a warm-up match. As for being so ruthless?
The opponent's front midfielder couldn't stand up immediately, and could only be carried down by the team doctor on a stretcher. Porto, who had already run out of substitutions, had to play more with less.

"Damn!"

For the first time, Porto's head coach swears.

If they are dragged into overtime in such a situation, their physical disadvantage will be further magnified, and they may even lose to the mere Chinese team in the end!

He absolutely cannot accept such an ending!

Before he could convey his emotions to the players, he saw the goalkeeper rushing towards the penalty area of ​​the Chinese team at high speed, preparing to participate in this free kick competition.

He nodded, and there was only one and a half minutes before the end of the game. The goalkeeper's choice was undoubtedly correct.

Li Bing's heart hung high.

Perhaps he should be grateful to Wei Shihao. The place of the foul was very close to the edge of the penalty area, less than 20 meters away from the goal. For ordinary free throwers, it is not at all difficult to cross the wall and pose a threat.

Sure enough, Porto's free throw player aimed for a long time, and finally managed to rub the ball over the wall, but couldn't rub it with enough speed. Although their goalkeeper was tall, he could only watch the goalkeeper of the Chinese team fly away. Get up and hug the ball.

"Quick attack!"

Li Bing couldn't help but let out a roar!
Even if there is one more person on his side than Porto, he has no confidence to beat the opponent in overtime!
Fortunately, the goalkeeper didn't waste time. After taking a stride forward, he rounded his arms and threw a bomb!
Following this high arc, everyone's eyes flew from the inside of the Chinese team's penalty area to more than 20 meters away.

In that area, only one figure stood alone.

coming.

finally come!

Lu Feng secretly exhaled.

He did not participate in the defense and waited in the outer circle for a full 20 minutes before he got the only chance to counterattack!

He could already see from the corner of his eye that the Porto players were turning into a fury and rushing towards him frantically!
His eyes suddenly became sharp.

He turned slightly sideways during the retreat, and swept the ball back with his left foot!
The football that was falling suddenly took off again!
Lu Feng turned around, kicked his feet heavily on the turf, and chased after the ball flying over the middle circle!
His physical energy was 100% full, and a faint yellow light seemed to flash by!

"Demacia!"

The football is flying, he is now a charge without the ball!

Porto's fury was gone!

Those Portuguese players could only watch the red No. 18 back, passing by on the open grassland!

The distance between them was like a moat in an instant!

"Boom, boom, boom, boom!"

The sound of thunderous drums echoed throughout the stadium!
Lu Feng, who flew halfway across the stadium, caught up with the football on the edge of Porto's penalty area!
His left foot turned into a breeze and gently passed behind the ball!
3-2!

He completed the reversal lore 50 seconds before the end of the game!

The lads of Portugal's No. [-] giant and "Red Dragon" Porto can go home! -
Let me report to everyone, although I had dinner and watched a movie yesterday

But Ben Pujie didn't know why, and suddenly felt that he had been treated as a backup...

My heart is bitter
(End of this chapter)