Lvyin Fengmo

Chapter 58 The End of the Asian Youth Championship
In the report before the Asian Youth Championship, this Chinese national youth team claimed to have 16 "returned players".

Their final opponent, Qatar, also had returnees. 12 players played in European clubs, including La Liga giants such as Atletico Madrid, Sevilla and Villarreal.

Unlike the Chinese national youth who can't play official games at all, and are not even eligible to register with European clubs, the actual combat level of Qatari players is far higher than that of Chinese players. Almost all of them are eligible to participate in regular youth leagues of various clubs, and even many players already have league appearance records.

It is worth mentioning that the biggest star of the Qatar National Youth Team, Real Madrid U19 midfielder Abdullah Ali missed the U19 Asian Youth Championship due to injury, otherwise the strength of the Qatar team will be even stronger.

But when October 10 comes, whether it is the players and coaches of the Chinese team, the commentators sitting in the live broadcast room, or the audience in front of the TV, few people will feel worried.

On the Internet today, the sky and the sky are overwhelmingly inflated to the extreme:

"What's so good about Qatar? Woke up to another big win!"

"If you don't win three, you lose!"

"A tie is match-fixing!"

……

But in the locker room of the Chinese team, the head coach Li Bing arranged the only tactic for Lu Feng with a serious expression:
"Although Qatar's style of play is not as tough and brutal as South Korea, but this is the final final, we must be mentally prepared to be recklessly violated by them, especially you.

I allow you to give up the ball that may lead to injury, but I also hope that you will not lose motivation because of fear of injury...”

Lu Feng slightly raised his eyebrows, but he would not refute the head coach's kindness.

A dimple appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he stepped onto the field with his teammates.
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The process of this final does not need to be described in detail, because as the commentator Liu Jiayuan described before:

"Lu Feng is not at the same level as the other 21 players on the field!"

And when he finishes playing this game, maybe this comment should be updated again:
"Lu Feng's strength is at least two levels behind theirs!"

The No. 9 player of the Chinese team played only 70 minutes before being replaced by the head coach.

At this moment, the applause, screams, whistles, cheers, and shouts at the scene reached their peak, and the fierce drumbeat resounded through every corner of the stadium!
5 goals, 1 assist!
He played at the level of the king in 70 minutes!
Faced with his onslaught alone, Qatar, which has U19 players from Atletico Madrid, Sevilla, and Villarreal, can only be sieved by him!

Standing on the sidelines, Lu Feng waved to the enthusiastic applauding fans in the main stand, but there was even more intense screaming and cheering.

Although there were only five or six thousand spectators, far less spectacular than the overcrowded Anfield Stadium, Lu Feng felt a different kind of satisfaction in his heart.

Maybe... that's why he didn't reject the call from the Football Association.

Even if he has received three years of youth training at Kirkby Academy, even if he has obtained the qualifications for local youth training, but in the eyes of the club's coaches, management, and the majority of local fans, he has yellow skin, black hair, and black eyes. Still an "outsider".

They are indeed very kind to themselves, but... Sterling, transferred from Queens Park Rangers, is their biological son!
If you really want to conquer them, you have to spend ten or a hundred times more energy and effort than local players!
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"Now we can draw conclusions. Lu Feng's end has completely turned this game into garbage time..."

The commentator Liu Jiayuan said with a smile:

"Perhaps the only suspense is, in the remaining 20 minutes, whether the Chinese team or the Qatar team, can someone rewrite the score?"

This is his most exciting commentary after the 70th minute.

His words seemed to have become true. In the last 20 minutes, neither player could form a substantial offensive, and the score of 6-1 was maintained until the end.

In the fierce "March of the Volunteers", Li Bing and his disciples stepped onto the podium.

Chinese captain Chen Zhechao looked at the championship trophy handed over by the chairman of the AFC, subconsciously looked around.

But he couldn't find the familiar figure, so he could only swallow a mouthful of saliva, wiped his hands vigorously, and held the trophy in his arms cautiously and slightly tremblingly.

"we are the champion!"

He came to his teammates and held the trophy high.

Lu Feng, who had already put on his jacket, was surrounded by his teammates. His face was full of joy after winning the championship. He looked no different from an ordinary player.

But when Chen Zhechao put down the trophy, the other players didn't scramble to line up to have intimate contact with the trophy, but gathered together by coincidence, lifted Lu Feng up together, and then threw it into the sky!

As teammates, they knew better than anyone else that without Lu Feng's sudden appearance, they would have never been able to reach this podium! -
"Congratulations to the Chinese team! Congratulations to these young guys! They won the first Asian Youth Championship in Chinese history!"

Although there had been enthusiastic and fierce shouts before the awards ceremony, Liu Jiayuan couldn't help expressing his joy and congratulations again after seeing this scene.

For a well-informed commentator, the Asian Youth Championship is not a very important event. Not to mention the World Cup, Olympics, and Asian Cup, even if compared with the Asian Games men's football gold medal, it is not enough.

But as a related practitioner of Chinese football, he has seen too much hope from this tournament.

He had a strong premonition.

Don't wait too long for these hopes to burst into dazzling light!
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"Hahaha!"

The excitement of winning the championship still stimulated the nerves of every player and coach of the Chinese team even after a few hours.

Even though it was late into the night after the game, they had an all-night celebration.

The national wine that was not dared to be put on the bright side before almost covered the table. Whether it was the team leader, coach, or the young players who had just grown up, they took off all their defenses this night.

Before the time travel, Lu Feng was not a teetotaler, but after becoming a player, he really hadn't had anything to do with alcohol for a long time, and only occasionally drank a couple of glasses at parties after the team won.

He has already rejected many people's second toast, but more than 20 teammates, more than a dozen coaches and support staff, each of whom only toasted him with half a glass of wine, was enough to completely overthrow him!

When he hiccupped and opened his eyes from the hotel bed, not only could he not see clearly what was in his field of vision, but he also had to endure a strong sense of dizziness.

Suppressing the severe headache, he groped to find the mobile phone next to the bed, and glanced at the time on the screen.

The result surprised him a little.

Since the early morning of the 24th, he has slept for nearly 20 hours!
Even if he gets up now and takes the latest flight, by the time he lands in England, Liverpool's ninth round of the Premier League will be over!
(End of this chapter)