Lvyin Fengmo

Chapter 294 You are playing!
Saturday, September 2017, 2.

"London ushered in the night early in February, and Wembley Stadium was already full of people. Fans from both sides are singing to support their teams..."

Martin Taylor, a famous narrator of British Sky TV, is working in his live studio.

His partner is former Liverpool vice-captain Jamie Carragher.

The Red Army star blew a whistle:
"Sorry Martin, I have to correct you."

Taylor froze for a moment.

Just listen to Carragher saying seriously:

"I was in the stands... I didn't seem to see a few Manchester United fans!"

Taylor shook his head and smiled bitterly:

"Although this is very rude to Manchester United fans, what you said seems to be the truth."

He paused briefly:
"According to the usual practice, 20000 tickets for the League Cup final will be allocated to the participating parties, and the remaining 50000 tickets will be distributed proportionally by the event organizers, sponsors, and media. To 20000. It is clear that even the most diehard Red Devils fans lack confidence in this game..."

Carragher let out a gloating laugh:
"Haha, no one wants to watch their team get beaten to the bum by Liverpool in a final!"

Taylor turned his eyes:
"Let's take a look at how the coaches of both sides were interviewed before the game?"
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"We have been leading the league for a long time, but it has nothing to do with today's game. For an opponent like Manchester United, any historical results don't mean much. We have to go all out."

Klopp remained calm.

But the reporter did not let him go:
"Go all out? Then how do you explain this starting roster?"

Klopp shrugged:

"No need to explain, if I lose, today will be my last game in charge of Liverpool!"
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"Jose, what do you think of Liverpool's starting XI?"

The same question was put before the Manchester United manager.

Mourinho's face looked very calm:

"You should ask him, not me."

Journalists did not give up:

"LU was put on the bench, does that make you feel better?"

The muscles on Mourinho's cheeks trembled slightly:
"Yes, I'm relaxed now!"

Mourinho, who turned and left, had already bit his back molars.

He even scolded Klopp's eighteenth generation ancestors a hundred times in his heart!

Hiding the number one ace of health before the finals?

This is the greatest humiliation to Manchester United and Mourinho!
In addition, Mourinho made a special deployment for this game for a month. The biggest content was to limit Lu Feng's performance, but one hour before the game, Klopp told everyone:

"I'm sorry, Lu Tianwang won't play anymore!"

The man-marking tactics that Mourinho has prepared for a month are directly invalidated!
Herrera, who had been gearing up for half a season and wanted to fight Lu Feng again, exploded on the spot!
You Liverpool play your opponents so much, who can stand it? ! -
Although a football game can be regarded as a sport or a game, there are also truths in other fields in this small green field.

Such as psychology, such as political science, such as game science, and even such as the art of war...

Klopp hid Lu Feng in the snow, obviously trying to catch Manchester United by surprise.

In fact, his tactics were indeed successful. Whether it was Mourinho or the players, they were a little at a loss after they appeared on the field.

After all, they quietly practiced tactics for a month, just to restrain Lu Feng, but Klopp let this month's hard work go to waste in an instant!
"Let these players wear down their fighting spirit and physical strength, and when they can no longer run in the second half, we will dispatch the strongest weapons to kill them!"

Klopp is speaking confidently to his two assistants, Buvac and Kravitz.

Buvac nodded in agreement, and Kravitz added:

"Moreover, this can also reduce Lu Feng's physical loss, and at the same time greatly reduce his chances of getting injured. It can be said to serve multiple purposes!"

Klopp stroked his stubble:

"That's right, that's what I thought..."

The reserved smile suddenly froze at the corner of his mouth.

He glanced over the players on his side, and saw the slightly dark and thin Manchester United player volley with his instep from the edge of the penalty area!

"Oh!"

"Whoosh!"

A strange arc crossed the sky above Wembley Stadium, and then shot into the goal like lightning!

"Ahh..."

Zhan Jun let out an exclamation, and then immediately returned to normal:
"This goal has been scored! No one would have thought that facing Liverpool, which has led the Premier League for half a season, the first goal... turned out to be Manchester United, which has stumbled in the league!
And what is even more unexpected is that the player who broke the deadlock was not the Swedish god Taib, nor the new Henry Martial, nor the Three Lions monster striker Rashford, nor the old man sitting on the bench. Captain Rooney, but a name that no one can think of... Jesse Lingard! "

Zhang Lu smiled politely:
"Although Lingard is not a very famous player, his role in Manchester United is indeed indispensable, especially his active running and strong desire to attack, which can drive other teammates..."

Zhan Jun praised:

"Lingard is not a goal-scoring frontcourt player, but coincidentally, in the last few games at Wembley, he almost scored goals, so he also got a big nickname... Little Prince of Wembley!"

Zhang Lu smiled more sincerely this time:

"Hey, haha!"
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Lu Feng, who was on the bench, was wrapped in a blanket and watched Lingard enthusiastically dancing in celebration. There was no wave in his heart, and he even wanted to laugh a little.

I just scored a goal, so why are you so excited?

If you have to celebrate for 2 minutes without scoring a goal, wouldn't I be exhausted already?

Besides, there are nearly 70 minutes left in the game. You are so excited, isn't it a little too early?
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Sure enough, Lingard was indeed excited too early.

Even without Lu Feng, this Liverpool team will not be inferior to Manchester United-in fact, in the original 16-17 season, the two double red games ended in a draw.

Lingard opened the scoring in the 23rd minute and Firmino equalized 20 minutes later to bring the game back to the same starting line.

And less than 10 minutes after the start of the second half, Ibrahimovic, unwilling to be silent, blasted away the city guarded by Karius with a shocking barb from outside the penalty area!

2-1!

After the goal, Ibrahimovic did not celebrate. He just turned to the bench with a calm face, and hooked his fingers at Lu Feng who was curled up in the blanket and shivering.

The Swedish God Tower opened its mouth slightly, as if provoking:
"You are on stage!"

Mourinho's heart suddenly became cold!
He wanted to roar:

"Why did you provoke that goal machine?!"

"Isn't it good to let him rest on the bench?!"

But after all, he restrained the anger in his heart, and then grabbed the field captain Ashley Young:

"Tell everyone the current tactics, backcourt, delaying time! Try not to create dead balls!"

He glanced at Lu Feng who was still trembling, and felt a little relieved.

As long as there is no dead ball, no matter how strong you are, you can't come off the bench! -
Mourinho's theory is very reasonable, and Ashley Young also faithfully conveyed his orders to the ears of every teammate, but this tactic only persisted for 3 minutes before it declared a complete failure!

And... the one who failed was Paul Pogba, the core midfielder with one of the best personal skills in the team!
Pogba made an unexpected mistake when sending a direct pass for Ibrahimovic. The pass was directly cut off by the Red Army captain Henderson, and then he counterattacked. Fortunately, Sturridge did not carry the pass at all today. Aim, a shot directly bored in the face of Manchester United defender Phil Jones, wasting a chance in vain.

"Appear?"

Assistant coach Kravitz turned his head and glanced at Lu Feng, but he didn't get a positive answer.

Lu Feng shook his head:

"It's only played for 65 minutes. Since you want me to save energy, this time...too early, too early!"

Far from being offended, Klopp agreed:
"He is right, since we have decided to use such a tactic, there is no need to temporarily change it just because we are one goal behind."

After playing for another 5 minutes, Klopp stood up:

"Stop shivering under the blanket! Go warm up for me!"

Mourinho's face darkened when he heard the roar.

He couldn't help but took Klopp's arm:
"There are still 20 minutes left in the game, my brother! The real big killer has to be saved until the last second! Liverpool, like Manchester United, have their own iron-blooded reversal DNA!"

Klopp shook his arm:
"I don't want to reverse the countdown! I don't take quick-acting heart-relief pills! I only like bloodbath and massacre!"
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In the 76th minute, Lu Feng, who had been warming up for a long time, finally stepped onto the stage of the game.

This is the final of the first event he played for Liverpool. His opponent is the century-old rival Red Devils Manchester United. The venue is Wembley Stadium, which can accommodate [-] spectators. It stands to reason that he should be very nervous or excited.

But he didn't feel much when he looked at the expressions of the Manchester United players on the opposite side.

He glanced at Milner standing in the corner flag area, and raised his right hand high:

"Yes, just pass it on to me!"

Milner took a breath:
"Can you keep a low profile? That way everyone will know that I'm going to pass it on to you!"

Despite complaining like this, Milner still obediently passed the ball to the goal!

Lu Feng didn't drive the [Spike Defense] to push away all the defenders, but used his speed and sudden stop to change direction, leaving Phil Jones and Bailey behind!

The fight for corner kicks is not limited to physical confrontation, running position and timing selection are equally important!

"Boom!"

De Gea only saw a black shadow flash across the edge of the small penalty area, and then the ball flew past his hand!

2-2!

Lu Feng equalized 23 seconds after his debut!

The scene of this League Cup officially started in the 77th minute!

(End of this chapter)