Lvyin Fengmo

Chapter 217 The Man Who Manipulated Time

After scoring the goal, Keita didn't hug Djordjevic who sent the assist, nor did he express anything to Lu Feng on the other side. Instead, he rushed directly to the bench and hugged and celebrated with Anderson warmly.

Coach Pioli stood not far away, with a gratified smile on his face.

Due to the existence of Lu Feng, the playing time of Keita and Anderson, who were originally regular main players, has dropped sharply. As wingers, they will naturally compete for a position. disharmonious factors.

"The two young players used this method to fight back against the media who are afraid of chaos!"

He Wei is also happy for Lazio's harmonious relationship.

Xu Yang noticed another detail:
"Lu Feng seems to be talking to his teammates about something?"
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"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Maoli looked at Lu Feng in disbelief.

The latter shrugged his shoulders:

"I'm not 100 percent sure, it's just a try and you know what that means."

Mauri nodded thoughtfully:

"I will fully support you, even if you are replaced by the head coach."

Lu Feng laughed:
"This joke is not funny at all!"
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After scoring the first goal, the morale of the Lazio team was high, and once formed an offensive mainly against the guest.

Thousands of Blue Eagles fans in the stands cheered and encouraged the players to continue attacking with the most enthusiastic cheers.

Although Florence chose to avoid the edge temporarily, they still failed to stop the fierce offensive of the Blue Eagles. After ten minutes of tenacious support, their city once again declared a miss!

This time the attack came from the left. Lu Feng and Maoli used two-for-one cooperation to penetrate the opponent's defense twice. Before entering the penalty area, Lu Feng used a stunned feint to make up for the panic. The two central defenders in the first place all fell to the ground!
Said it was a fake move, but in fact...he didn't do anything!
He just made a gesture of speeding up and breaking through, but at the moment when the opponent was about to risk his life to block it, he dribbled the ball and stopped in place!
Astori and Gonzalo only cared about coming up to fill their seats, so how could they have time to distinguish these details!
When the two guards were all rolling on the ground, there was a lot of time and space left for Lu Feng to show off his footwork.

He glanced twice at the lower left corner of the goal, but kicked the ball to the opposite upper right corner!

Fiorentina's substitute goalkeeper Trusanu moved a step to the right, and then froze on the goal line!
2-0!
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"Pretty!"

He Wei immediately clapped his hands and praised:

"This goal perfectly demonstrated Lu Feng's technical ability. He can not only control the football at his feet, but also complete individual assaults with excellent explosive power. In the moment against the goalkeeper, he is also Can maintain an incomparable calmness, and play with everyone in the palm of his hand!"

Xu Yang found another way:
"In addition, Lu Feng also showed an increasingly tacit cooperation with his teammates. Maoli's two passes were really mediocre when taken alone, but when they were at Lu Feng's feet, they were like piercing the enemy's throat. The sharp arrow!

Being able to bring out the highlights of ordinary players and even bring them to new heights is the role of top superstars! "

If Mauri could hear his comments, he would want to slap him!
After all, I am also a legendary captain who played for Lazio for ten seasons. How did a super midfielder who scored more than 80 goals in his career become an ordinary player? !

You found such an ordinary player from the Chinese national team who can play two-for-one with Lu Feng and form assists!
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"Captain, good pass!"

Lu Feng gave Mao Li a high five to express his gratitude.

Mauri smiled reservedly:

"Average, this is only 60% of my peak power."

Lu Feng rolled his eyes:
"Yes, yes, Pirlo could only shine your shoes at your peak."

It's just that Maoli, a marginal figure in the Italian national team, waved his hand:
"Low-key, low-key, Pirlo's passing skills are [-]-[-] compared to mine..."

Lu Feng is also not good at attacking the veteran captain who is about to retire:
"Okay, okay, if you can pass this kind of ball next time, I will admit that Pirlo is your follower!"
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However, Mauri is not Pirlo after all. Two minutes later, he sent a through ball again, but he misjudged the timing and kicked Lu Feng's heel directly, causing his teammate to almost stumble...

After knowing his shame, Mao Li did not admit defeat. In the 16th minute, he hoisted the ball from the top of the center circle, wanting to show off his precise and wide-ranging long pass, but just as Lu Feng completed the anti-offside, he saw the goalkeeper on the opposite side. Trusanu leaped high, stretched out his arms and took the football off.

Mauri's long pass was at least 10 meters short!
"Mistakes, mistakes, hehehe..."

The old captain of the Blue Eagles raised his hands to apologize to his teammates, while Pioli on the sidelines shook his head again and again.

He Wei also felt a little pity:
"This was originally a good opportunity. Fiorentina's defense line is slightly forward. If the pass can be more accurate, Lu Feng can easily form a single-handed situation..."

Xu Yang nodded in agreement:

"After all, he is a veteran. Although his consciousness is still there, he has no way to control his body and technique so well. That's why we can now realize how rare it was for Zidane to retire bravely."

Lu Feng also realized that if he wanted to achieve his goal, it was best not to pin his hopes on his teammates, after all, he had to rely on himself.

So instead of complaining, he gave Mao Li a thumbs up, expressing his gratitude to the old captain.

And then...he's going to implement the plan himself! -
Fiorentina is not a fish belly waiting to die, they are also eager to play a wonderful game in front of the home fans, and they hope to use a victory to shorten the gap with the league leader.

But their attack only lasted 2 minutes, and they came back in front of Lazio's defense.

Lucas Leiva, who played as a full-back for 18 minutes, finally completed his first successful defense in this game. He looked up to observe the positions of both sides, and made a long pass from the right to Lu Feng on the other side!

While running forward, Lu Feng raised his head and glanced at the big screen in midair:

18 minutes 42 seconds.

The first one to pounce was the right forward Kuba.

The Polish veteran used to be Dortmund's winger, but after suffering a serious injury, he could no longer regain the explosive power he once had, and was thrown away by Lu Feng's easy acceleration.

18 minutes 46 seconds.

Lu Feng dribbled the ball across the halfway line, and midfielder Milan Badergui stared at him.

Compared with Kuba, who is over 27 years old, the 1.8-year-old Baderji is at the peak of his career. Standing in front of Lu Feng at [-] meters [-], he is like a moving Great Wall.

But this Great Wall only existed for 2 seconds, and it collapsed in front of Lu Feng's crotch piercing!

Lu Feng caught up with the football in 18 minutes and 49 seconds!
Three seconds later, he had arrived at the front of Florence's penalty area.

Facundo Roncarlia, Gonzalo Rodriguez, two Argentine defenders stood in front of him like a formidable enemy.

Everyone knows that what Lu Feng is best at is to use speed and change direction to break through, but Lu Feng raised his head and glanced at the big screen, but he didn't enter the penalty area immediately. The two guards moved slowly.

Baderji, who had given up on chasing, rushed towards him again.

"Whether to pass, shoot, or continue to break through, Lu Feng must make a decision as soon as possible. Florence is about to form a three-person double team!"

He Wei couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat.

Djordjevic was entangled with Astori less than ten meters away, and Keita held back Alonso on the other side. Although these two teammates were not the best shooting spots, they were at least better than being trapped. Much better in situ.

18 minutes 56 seconds.

Baderji was about to join the battle group, but Lu Feng seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, and suddenly moved at this second!
He obviously used the sole of his foot to pull the football to the left, but in the blink of an eye, the ball jumped to the right!
Ox tail!
The two Argentine defenders have seen many similar techniques in South America, but they did not expect that in the rigorous Italian football, someone would dare to do the same to them!
"Don't think about the past!"

Roncaria and Gonzalo close at the same time!

We know that your speed is invincible, but there is absolutely no way to break through between two people!
"Bah!"

Roncaria had already stretched out his left hand, wanting to form a siege net with Gonzalo, but he accidentally saw the expressions of his teammates, and his whole back suddenly felt cold!
Gonzalo's eyes... didn't focus on the space between the two at all, but stared at the other direction of Roncaria!
If what Gonzalo saw was Lu Feng, then what Roncaria saw... so who the hell? !
Suddenly, a force came from Gonzalo's right foot, and he moved subconsciously, and felt bad again!
That was the ball that Lu Feng threw out with the ox's tail a second ago!
With the help of Gonzalo's outer instep, the football rebounded behind Roncaria!
And that area...is exactly where Lu Feng was heading!

"Demacia!"

A storm passed behind Roncaria!

"Thank you!"

At 18 minutes and 58 seconds, Lu Feng caught up with the football!
Goalkeeper Tetrusanu swallowed a mouthful of saliva, but had to abandon the goal!

But what surprised him was that Lu Feng, who was so close at hand, didn't observe his position, but twisted his neck instead!

"No-look-shoot? Shoot without looking at the ball?"

He Wei jumped up against the case.

But what he didn't know was that Lu Feng wasn't pretending at all, he was just looking at the big screen above the stands!
18 minutes and 59 seconds!
His left foot finally made a push!
As if the football had already set the track, it slammed into the net just past Trusanu's toes!
Lu Feng watched the time on the big screen change to 19:00, and only then did the real celebration begin.

He took off his No. 1 jersey, revealing the white T-shirt he was wearing underneath.

"1900, happy birthday!"

He used this goal at 19 minutes and 00 seconds to give it to the Lazio club founded in 1900!

(End of this chapter)