Lvyin Fengmo

Chapter 37
"From the first half until now, although Liverpool have the upper hand, facing Newcastle's defense, they still have not much to do..."

Zhan Jun glanced at the 58% vs. 42% ball possession rate and the 7 vs. 2 shots, feeling a little anxious.

And in the 39th minute, his anxiety reached the extreme:
"According to the synchronous news, in the match between Manchester City and West Ham United, Nasri took the lead in breaking the deadlock..."

He didn't go on, because everyone could figure it out:
If Liverpool can't win Newcastle, they will once again miss the league title!
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"..."

After Nasri scored the first goal, there was a brief silence in the stands at Anfield.

There was still most of the game, and these diehard fans did not immediately fall into despair, but everyone's face was full of anxiety and worry.

The teams they support have never lacked the courage to reverse, but in recent seasons, they have often lost the chain at the most critical moment...

Will it be the same today? -
Lu Feng's mood had already calmed down from the excitement he had just played.

This is his first start, and as imagined, it is difficult for him to get support from other teammates.

As the left winger, Sterling almost monopolized the entire wing, and he had to be squeezed into the midfield, which inevitably hindered each other with Gerrard and Henderson.

What makes him feel even more embarrassed is that his role on the defensive end is really negligible. Facing Newcastle's midfielders, especially the 187-foot-tall Moussa Sissoko, he couldn't even hold on for half a second.In most of the time, Liverpool's midfield is equivalent to one less defense, so that Suarez and Sterling, who are in the front, sometimes have to withdraw to participate in the press...

Lu Feng looked up at the big screen in the stands:

The time has come to 41 minutes, and the number of times I have only touched the ball is 12 times, and the real chances I can get are infinitely close to zero.

He shook his head.

This is the only time he has started in half a year. If this goes on... absolutely impossible! -
Absolutely not!

The same thought lingered in Rogers' mind.

He waved vigorously at the players on the field, signaling them to step up their offensive.

Then he turned around and sat back on the bench, took out the notebook he was carrying with him from his pocket, bit off the cap of the pen, and started to draw.

"Having Lu Feng as the starter...isn't it too difficult?"

He muttered in a low voice while writing "10" in the blank space:
"The cooperation between him and his teammates is still too unfamiliar. In the second half, let Coutinho play!"

He raised his head, looked through the crowd, and found the No. 18 young man who seemed at a loss throughout the first half.

Rogers couldn't help frowning, and complained to assistant coach Davis:
"Who made him appear in that place?!"
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This is the 43rd minute of the game, and Liverpool just blocked an attack from Newcastle.

Gerrard was about to launch a fast break, but found helplessly that all the defenders of the opponent had returned to their positions, and Sterling, who was the fastest, even stayed behind, and there was no way to play a fast break.

"Liverpool's transition was a bit disjointed, otherwise it should have been a good opportunity to fight back."

Zhan Jun shook his head regretfully.

Zhang Lu commented noncommittally:
"After all, they have played for more than 40 minutes. It is impossible for the players to be as physically fit as when the game just started..."

They suddenly stopped for a second.

Because... they all saw it, Gerrard made a diagonal long pass from the backcourt!

A red afterimage gallops forward along the left side!

18!

LU!

Gerald gave an imperceptible shake of his ankle.

Sorry, it's too big...

Time still left indelible changes on him. Although the 34-year-old Gerrard has once again found the shadow of the peak this season, he can clearly feel that his physical condition is declining rapidly.

The vigorous energy that once accompanied him to conquer Europe has been greatly reduced now, and his control of movements is not as precise as when he was young. The pass just now...at least two meters farther than expected!

Little brother, you may... be wasting your energy for nothing! -
"Demacia!"

Sterling was still in the backcourt. At this moment, the left corridor finally belonged to Lu Feng alone. He activated [Fatal Strike] without hesitation, and his whole body instantly turned into a blazing flame, and swept away from Newcastle's full-backs. Pass!

"His speed is really fast!"

Newcastle coach Alan Pardew nodded, but there was no shock on his face, as if everything was under control:
"But... so what?"

Rogers also let out a sigh:
"Damn Pardew, he discharged... five defenders!"

Even if Lu Feng broke through a full-back, there were still three tall central defenders standing between him and the goal!

Although his dribbling skills are not bad, but there is absolutely no way to beat three people in a row!
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Wait for me!
Suarez is struggling to charge forward.

Uruguay's leading shooter is not a striker who relies solely on speed, and it is indeed difficult for him to reach the penalty area in an instant.

Before he had time to rush into Newcastle's 30-meter area, he saw that the young teammate was about to lift his foot to unload the ball.

Suarez only saw the inside of Lu Feng's left foot tremble, and the ball that was spinning and falling lightly changed its direction, and rolled into the penalty area from the leg of the No.1 defender Stephen Taylor who had just saved it!
Taylor slammed on the brakes, trying to stop Lu Feng who was cutting in with his hands and feet, but was directly brought down by his own inertia.

"Lu Feng passed one! He has broken into the restricted area!"

Zhan Jun cheered for the fellow.

Zhang Lu was about to encourage Lu Feng with him, but the next scene attracted his attention.

Mike Williamson and Fabricio Coloccini moved towards the landing forward one after the other, and they wanted to kill Liverpool's fast break on the edge of the penalty area.

Just as Williamson got close to the target, he heard a low shout:
"Bah!"

Then his eyes suddenly blurred!
He saw two identical figures breaking through with the ball from his left and right directions respectively!
What the fuck is this shit!
Williamson's mind was blank, but he still made a choice with his rich defensive experience!

There is Coloccini behind him to fill in for him, so the other side is even more dangerous!

He took a step forward without hesitation, trying to cut off "Lu Feng"'s inward advance route!

He didn't even care about the risk of fouling and getting a card, so he directly used a sweeping kick to shovel the ball and lead others together!
Then he realized...he didn't kick anything at all!
"Damn!"

Williamson spat, turned his head and looked behind him, but only saw a left foot that raised his foot to shoot!
Coloccini couldn't figure out why his teammates rushed out, so he couldn't make up for it. He could only watch Lu Feng make a breakthrough from the position Williamson had just left!

"Whoosh!"

I also didn't think about it clearly, and Newcastle goalkeeper Krul, he could only stretch out his hand, and then watched the ball roll into the goal line!
1-1!

Liverpool equalized before the end of the first half!
(End of this chapter)