Lvyin Fengmo

Chapter 235 Lu Feng's Gift

"CCTV, CCTV, you are watching the seventh round of the 2018 World Cup Asian qualifiers. The Chinese team is sitting in Wuhan Sports Center to face the Maldives..."

“中国队当前5胜1平积16分，以一分的优势力压5胜1负15分的卡塔尔暂列小组第一，已经百分之百锁定了一个出线的名额，剩余的两场比赛只是为了争夺小组第一……”

"Okay, the game has officially started! Let's take a look at the starting lineups of the two sides first. The goalkeeper Zeng Cheng of the Chinese team, the defender... This goal has been scored! Less than 2 minutes into the game, the Chinese team was led by Jiang Ning!"

"Compared with previous games, the Maldives lacked many main players, and the team's roster only has 17 players. However, the relaxed Maldives used fast breaks from the left to put pressure on the Chinese team many times. Fortunately, Zeng Cheng rushed out. The ball is cleared in the penalty area."

"Hao Junmin picked the ball into the right side of the penalty area, Zhao Mingjian made a pass from the baseline and passed the ball past the goalkeeper, and Yang Xu scored with a header from the back, 2-0!"

"20 minutes before the game, the Chinese team not only led by two goals, but also occupied 73% of the ball possession rate. Although the Maldives occasionally counterattacked, they could not threaten our goal at all!"

"The only regret is that Yu Hai was injured and couldn't hold on, so he had to be replaced by Gao Lin..."

He Wei, who was in charge of the commentary, paused for a while, took a sip of water from his teacup, and saw the sudden change in the situation on the court!

"The Chinese team made a low-level mistake in the frontcourt! After the Maldives stole the ball, they formed a fast break. Nayiz broke into the penalty area and kicked the goal! The football slipped out!"

He quickly put down the cup:

"This mistake should cheer up the Chinese team. If Nayiz's footwork is a little bit better, then the Chinese team player who just lost the ball may become the target of public criticism!"

The Chinese team, who had almost lost the ball, became angry and aggressively attacked. Gao Lin, who had just appeared on the field, made an active move and intercepted the ball from the Maldives defender, but his shot hit the outside of the post and popped out of the baseline.

Faced with the fierce offensive of the Chinese team, the Maldives chose to shrink the whole team. There were also situations on the court where the Chinese team made wild attacks to no avail, but were quickly countered by the opponent. Fortunately, their forward dribbled the ball too slowly. Feng Xiaoting and Zhang Linpeng His performance is also considered stable, so he was not pierced through the defense.

It is a bit sad that the top Chinese defenders worth tens of millions, when facing the amateur striker of the Maldives, they also behaved like a formidable enemy, even quite embarrassed...

Sitting on the bench, Lu Feng couldn't help but fell into deep thought:
Although the Maldives were fully suppressed in the first half, they did not lack counterattack opportunities. If their striker was replaced by themselves, the current score would have become 5-2, right?

Maldives 5, Chinese team 2!
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In the last 10 minutes of the first half, the Chinese team's offensive reached a peak, and the Maldives completely lost the opportunity to counterattack.

But... Although Wu Xi's goal kick was unexpected, but the angle was too straight, it was easily resolved by the opponent's goalkeeper.

Immediately after, Wu Lei even kicked the ball to the goalkeeper's chest without any defense...

And Gao Lin's powerful shot at the last moment flew into the sky without any accidents!

He Wei couldn't help shaking his head and sighing:
"In the last match against Hong Kong, China, the Chinese team hit the goal post four times. In today's match, our players seemed to have forgotten to bring their crosshairs, and all these great opportunities were wasted!"

Of course, the players were not satisfied with their performance, so after the halftime whistle sounded, they got into the locker room very quickly, without even the courage to look up and look around the stands.

"I hope the coaching team can make adjustments in time. If you want to face Qatar in such a state of the game, it may be difficult to win... huh?"

He Wei let out a surprised voice:

"What does Lu Feng seem to be doing?"
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"He is the hopeful star of Chinese football and the greatest pride of the Chinese people.

In the 2014-15 season, he led the Portuguese giants Sporting Lisbon to win the Portuguese Super League, Portuguese Cup, Portuguese League Cup, and Europa League, and won the MVP and top scorer of all competitions.

In 2015, he beat Ronaldo and Messi with 54 goals, and won the European Golden Boot. With his outstanding performance, he was successfully selected into the best FIFA team of the year! "

Accompanied by an excited voice, blood-thirsty game scenes appeared on the big screen above the stands.

Wearing green and white stripes, Lu Feng charged across the pitch, trampling down Wolfsburg, Inter Milan, Naples, Sevilla and other giants!

Then came the championship moment when Lu Feng led his team to lift the trophy high, and the highlight moment when he received the award on the same stage with Messi and Ronaldo...

When the scene ended, the lights of the entire stadium suddenly turned off at the same time, and the scene suddenly fell into darkness.

"Snapped!"

With a soft sound, several lights hit the center of the field, reflecting a not tall and strong silhouette.

At the same time, on the big screen in mid-air, a close-angle shot is clearly shown.

"Good evening everyone, I'm football player Lu Feng."

Lu Feng greeted the fans with a smile, which caused a burst of screams from the stands.

In the Chinese Super League, there used to be teams that would interact with fans during halftime, but no one dared to do so in national team games.

"As an ordinary member of the national team, please allow me to represent the team and thank you for your long-term support for the national team!"

He nodded slightly towards the surrounding stands.

But I heard someone shouting from the stands:

"Lu Feng! We're here to see you!"

In response to such calls, Lu Feng's smile became even brighter, and he waved his hand towards the stands over there:
"Thank you to the fans and friends just now. I really want to play the game immediately, but according to the arrangement of the coaching team, I'm afraid I have to wait for this time."

The fans in the stands shouted again:
"It's okay! As long as you can play, our tickets are worth it!"

Lu Feng picked up a ball from the ground with his toes, and showed it to the camera:
"This is a training ball for the national team. It has my personal signature on it. Later, I will use it as a gift and randomly give it to fans and friends in the stands. Friends who get the football can also take photos with me after the game. Remember."

He paused for a moment, the light scattered from his body and shone on the ball under his feet:
"There are... 20 such gifts in total. I hope everyone will like them."

For a stadium with more than 4 spectators, the probability of 20 gifts is only one in two thousand, but for Chinese fans, it is already a surprising reward.

What is surprising is that the way Lu Feng selects the "winning audience" is not to randomly select seat numbers or ticket codes through the computer, but to directly kick them into the stands!
"Boom, boom, boom boom!"

From the 20-meter short-range shot to the 80-meter ultra-long-range lob shot, Lu Feng carefully considered most areas on the court, and also sent surprises and joy to every stand.

Every time he "gifts", it can cause a turbulent wave of people and a huge cheer in the stands, and the commentator can't help laughing.

"This is really an ingenious, yet very warm way of interacting!"

Shooting 2 shots in a row within 20 minutes, even the top players couldn't help but feel a slight numbness in their feet.

Then, Lu Feng picked up the microphone again:

"This is just an insignificant gift. I hope that in the near future, I can give a real gift to fans and friends all over the country!"

He took a breath, and the audience held their breath.

——"He will lead the Chinese team to the 2018 World Cup?"

Someone gave a guess.

He was half right.

I only heard Lu Feng say slowly:

"Before I retire, I will win the World Cup championship trophy for Chinese football!"

The atmosphere at the scene was suddenly quiet, but it became extremely hot a second later!

"He's crazy?!"

Someone couldn't help but say.

But the people around him slapped him in the face:

"If you don't even have a dream, how is it different from a salted fish?"

(End of this chapter)