Lvyin Fengmo

Chapter 290: Blue Bridge Dream Broken!

"Judging from the opening 15 minutes of the game, Conte has indeed worked hard on Chelsea's defensive end. Their two lines of defense are already the strongest in the Premier League!"

Seeing the Blues' defense advancing and retreating as one, Zhan Jun couldn't help but praise.

Zhang Lu nodded again and again:

"Yes, as expected of the Italian coach, he is indeed unique in training the team's defense. Moreover, in the Premier League and even other European leagues, there has been a trend of three central defenders! Many clubs and national teams have begun to learn Conte's tactical play, even the Chinese team tried a three-back play in the previous top 12 match!"

Zhan Jun couldn't help smiling, and his eyes turned to the player wearing the red No. 9 jersey on the field:

"Although Lu Feng scored a goal in the 2nd minute, in the next 10 minutes, no matter whether it was an individual breakthrough or team cooperation, he was unable to break through Chelsea's tight defense again..."

Before the word "line" came out, he saw that figure like a vigilant cheetah, choosing to retreat diagonally from the double-team of Azpilicueta and Kanter.

Henderson, who felt the ball scald his feet, quickly pushed the arch of his foot, and the football scraped the grass and flew to Lu Feng's feet.

"Humph."

Before Lu Feng received the ball, he felt a pressure coming from behind him. Kanter, who is less than 1.7 meters tall, was already completely behind him.

Moreover, judging from Kanter's defensive habits, he will definitely reach out to grab the ball the moment Lu Feng catches it!

But Lu Feng didn't give him this chance!
The Red Army No. 9 did not open his arms to block Kanter, but directly gave up his position and chose to face the ball!

Although Kanter was a little surprised, he didn't stop, but accelerated to grab it!
He doesn't need to control the ball steadily, as long as he destroys the ball before Lu Feng, the defense will be considered a success!
But...Kanter was just about to grab it, but found...the ball had disappeared from his vision!

A look of astonishment finally appeared on the face of Kanter, who had been paralyzed for thousands of years!
He opened his mouth wide, and felt something obscure the stadium lights.

He raised his head suddenly, and saw a black shadow flying across the sky!

His mouth opened even wider! -
"Advance... back to pick the ball!"

Zhan Jun temporarily invented a word to describe Lu Feng's actions at this moment.

If you are not a professional player, it may be difficult to appreciate the difficulty of this action.

It is not difficult to pick the ball backwards on the spot, but if the player completes the pick while running towards the ball, the control of the feel and strength of the ball may be ten times more difficult than picking the ball on the spot!
Kanter, who originally wanted to overtake in the outside lane, had already lost the best interception position, and could only watch helplessly as Lu Feng completed his turn in front of him!
"laugh!"

Kanter stepped on the brakes forcefully, but Lu Feng had already thrown him away by two positions!
The consequence of being thrown away by two positions by Lu Feng... is that it will never be possible to catch up!

"Lu Feng got rid of the most difficult Kanter, and the next... is his personal performance moment!"

Zhan Jun's voice instantly increased:
"He passed Azpilicueta! David Luiz pounced on him! He was easily passed by Lu Feng! What will Courtois do? This goal is scored!!!"

What should Courtois do?
He didn't do anything, and saw the ball fly directly into the net from the edge of the penalty area!

2-0!

Lu Feng scored the second goal in the 17th minute! -
"..."

When he saw Lu Feng rushing into the restricted area, Conte suddenly became depressed to despair.

Since the 3-5 loss to Liverpool, he devoted himself to studying and training hard, and only then did he create such a defensive system of "three defenders + two midfielders + two wings". Tactics of great success.

But... the game has not been played for 20 minutes, and that successful tactic is like gorgeous but fragile porcelain, easily smashed by Liverpool!

There are still 70 minutes in the game, and there is still a lot of time left for Chelsea, but Conte is still frustrated.

David Luiz then pulled Chelsea back with a light and elegant direct free-kick in the 27th minute, but Conte did not look at ease.

Because he knew better than anyone else that if he couldn't restrain Lu Feng, even if he gave himself another 700 minutes, he wouldn't be able to complete the reversal!

Sure enough, in the 34th minute, Lu Feng was knocked down in the penalty area by Luis and Kanter in the breakthrough. Liverpool finally won a penalty and Luis also received his first yellow card.

Milner, the first penalty taker, did not start. Lu Feng could have taken the penalty this time, but he gave up the opportunity to... goalkeeper Mignolet.

"Minnie" who was 70 meters away was in a daze.

Klopp on the sidelines also spread his hands and asked the goalkeeper coach:
"Has Mignolet practiced penalty kicks?"

Karius, who was sitting on the bench, chewed gum angrily:
"Why isn't I the starting goalkeeper today?!"
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Mignolet, who ran into the penalty area at a trot, was sweating nervously:

"Brother Feng, I'm a little stressed..."

Lu Feng glanced at him:
"Then this ball is replaced? Jordan, come on!"

Henderson, who has withdrawn far away, is a little puzzled:
"What are you calling me for?"

Mignolet grabbed Lu Feng's arm, then waved to Henderson:
"Don't, don't, don't! Captain Heng's penalty kick skills are just like that, why don't you let me!"

Only then did Lu Feng nodded in satisfaction:
"You don't have to worry about kicking, even if you are saved, I will shoot back immediately!"

Mignolet stretched out his arm to wipe his sweat, looked at Courtois, who was already facing an enemy, and took a deep breath.

Huh?Looks like... Courtois is much more nervous than himself! -
Courtois is of course much more nervous!

Lu Feng just heard Mignolet's words of encouragement!
Mignolet only needs to focus on shooting the goal, but he has to be distracted to observe Lu Feng's movement!
Besides that, there is another reason.

As the first goal of the Belgian national team, Courtois will now face the challenge of the second goal Mignolet!
From a technical point of view, "pantyhose" is not afraid of "Minnie" at all, but if it is just a penalty, it will be completely different!

Mignolet makes a run-up, then blasts the goal!

"Oh!"

Courtois, who was preoccupied and under great pressure, rushed to his right side, but immediately found that his competitor did not kick any angle at all, but just aimed at the middle of the shot!

Mignolet raised his fists high!
He scored the first official game goal of his career!
3-1!
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"It's over!"

Conte put his hands in his trouser pockets, his eyes were downcast, his face was livid.

3-1 is not the end, Chelsea still has time to catch up, but he knows one thing.

Luis can take free kicks, can Lu Feng not?
"I won't miss it!"

In the 42nd minute, Lu Feng used a powerful but erratic blast to fix the score in the first half at 4-1!

"ended……"

Conte let out a long breath, and then sat heavily on the coach's bench.

It is true that he is Kong Er's idiot with a fierce personality and a hot temper, but because of this, he appears calmer than anyone else at this time.

His defensive tactics have improved.

But his opponent is also stronger!
That brat who just returned to the Premier League has become unstoppable after half a year of adaptation and experience!

(End of this chapter)