Lvyin Fengmo

Chapter 315 Red Gift
2017 10 Month 1 Day.

5pm England time.

12 o'clock in the middle of the night domestically.

In the north-east of England, at St James's Stadium upon Tyne, there was a huge sigh at the moment.

In this large stadium that can accommodate more than 5 spectators, there are only two to three thousand fans in red in the stands.

That was the KOP who followed Liverpool from the Northwest of England to the Northeast.

There are young fans who are waving red flags vigorously, as if waves are rolling in the stands.

In the stands opposite them, there was hardly a home team fan wearing black and white stripes, only a few security personnel and cleaning aunts were left, staring at the empty seats in a daze.

"The game is not over, but... the stadium belonging to Newcastle is 80% empty!"

The commentator Zhan Jun's voice was devoid of emotion.

Of course he wanted to cheer for the team he supported, but reason still made him try to remain neutral:

"Although the head coach of Newcastle United is an old acquaintance of Liverpool, he is their meritorious coach.

But in this red army, there are no players familiar to Benitez.

No Fernando Torres, no Javier Mascherano, no Xabi Alonso, no Jamie Carragher, no Steven Gerrard.

This unfamiliar Liverpool also used a merciless score to express respect to the meritorious coach in team history. "

Benitez was standing in the coaching area of ​​the home team. He watched the figure in the red "9" jersey pass by the middle circle, and he even felt a gust of wind blowing in front of him.

His body shook slightly, letting the strong wind blow his hair.

Oh no, his forehead is much smoother and brighter than it was a few years ago, and the gust of wind made his head ache.

He watched the red figure forcefully break through the encirclement formed by the three black and white figures, and then hit the dead corner of the goal with a curved kick!
The score came to a desperate 8-0!

Benitez turned around, and in front of him was an empty stand.

Then, he heard a low voice singing from the visiting stands:

"I'm sorry, Rafa, we will always love you..."
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Master Bei is still shaking his head helplessly because of the team's big score lag, but the person who scored the goal didn't care about the "incense" at all.

Lu Feng spread his limbs wide, and fell to the sky near the corner, like a five-pointed star.

Firmino, Mane, Salah, Henderson and others rushed towards him.

"Lu Tianwang, who scored six goals in a row, can finally slow down and share the joy of scoring goals with his teammates..."

There was a hint of a smile on the corner of Zhan Jun's mouth, but soon he showed a puzzled look:

"This……"

Just as confused as he was Klopp and the few Liverpool fans left in the stands.

Under their watchful eyes, those Liverpool players did not gleefully pounce on Lu Feng and "stack arhats" as usual, but stopped five meters away from Lu Feng.

Firmino, Salah, Mane, and Henderson lay down on their backs in four directions at the same time as if they had made an appointment.

"Emmmm... is this a new type of celebration?"

Like the other narrators, Zhan Jun guessed in embarrassment.

Fortunately, they didn't need to be embarrassed for too long. The director in front quickly switched the rebroadcast camera to a high-altitude view.

The four players all opened their arms and legs equally, but their heads were pointed in Lu Feng's direction. With their bright red jerseys, they stood out against the green turf background.

Zhan Jun froze for a moment:
"This... is really a football player, the best gift for the motherland!"

Lu Feng was using the pattern of the five-star red flag to bless the motherland thousands of miles away!

For a player of his level, scoring goals in a game is not difficult, and developing a characteristic celebration is not difficult.

But... being able to get other teammates to cooperate and participate with enthusiasm can truly reflect Lu Feng's core position in this club.

Look at Lovren, because his position is too far away, so he was half a step slow and failed to grab a small five-star position. With an angry face, he even wanted to drag his "good friend" Salah from the ground stand up!

"MOMO (Mohamed Salah's nickname), aren't we best friends? Can't you give me this flattering job?!"

"As long as I can make Boss Lu happy, I can secure the main position, right?"
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"National Day gift thousands of miles away!"

"Liverpool put out five stars to celebrate China's birthday!"

"You can't write two Red Army in one stroke!"

"Lu Tianwang Cow Beer Beer Beer Beer Beer Beer!!!"

Even though he missed the "News Network" on the evening of October 10st, the news that Lu Feng took the lead in putting up five stars was immediately on the hot list of major domestic media.

The mainstream media, headed by CCTV, can't wait to blow up this "national hero" every minute!
There are even experts who have taken turns analyzing Liverpool's coaches and players from their facial micro-expressions:

"Look at players like Salah and Mane, they are definitely not forced, their expressions... are definitely afraid of being one step behind others!"

"Look at Lovren and Klein who failed to seize a position, their annoyance is 100% palpable!"

"Look at Klopp on the sidelines, he is about to pay homage to King Lu!"

"To sum up, Liverpool is in a very positive atmosphere, and the entire club is driving along the fast lane to conquer the world around the only core of landing forward!"
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While Liverpool were unstoppable in both the Premier League and the Champions League, they had to hit the brakes - with the international break just around the corner.

The 2018 World Cup is less than 8 months away, and the qualifiers on all continents have reached the final sprint stage, and no one dares to neglect.

The international footballers played for their country one after another, while veterans like Reina and Milner chose to take a short vacation to relax.

As for Lu Feng, who has already played all the top 12 games, he also has no national team competition tasks. Under his suggestion, the Chinese team also gave up the plan to recruit the main players, and only recruited people from the fringe players, the National Olympics and the National Youth League. , organized two friendly matches, and Lu Feng's club teammates Zhang Yuning and Wang Chu got the chance to compete without any surprise.

In these two friendly matches, the Chinese team, which lacked most of the main players, still had the upper hand. They first swept Laos 5-0, and then swept Guam with a big score of 8-0.

A certain self-media with no winks even posted a comment of "The spring of the national football team! We can still win without Lu Feng!", and was immediately invited to drink tea by the relevant department. The reason was...

"Refused to admit that Lu Feng is the only savior of Chinese football!"

"An attempt to subvert the great hard-won victory of Chinese football!"

"I want to bring Chinese football back to the dark moment of disunity!"
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Regarding this situation, CCTV reporter Yang Zhiyuan, who has been tracking and reporting on Lu Feng for a long time, shook his head sadly:
"How could this be?"

"Back then, Lu Feng was a good boy who didn't care about fame and wealth, and only wanted to play football!"

"Why does he have to rack his brains to get excited about even a celebration?"

"If it weren't for the fact that he is the only seedling in Chinese football, I wouldn't have reported him even if I died!"

His partner Li Ming coughed:
"Old Yang, the next event is the Double Red Festival. If you don't want to go, I'll make an application to Taili?"

Yang Zhiyuan immediately rolled up his sleeves:

"Who dares to rob me, I will kill his whole family!"

(End of this chapter)