Lvyin Fengmo

Chapter 78 Derby's Fireworks

August 2015, 2, 8:21pm.

Perhaps the people in the Iberian Peninsula are too laid-back, and the nightlife is too rich. Football games in Portugal are rarely scheduled in the afternoon, especially for focus games.

The Jose Alvalade Stadium is like daylight.

"No.1, Rui · Pedro · dos · Santos · Patricio (Rui · Patricio)!"

"No.4, Jefferson Nascimento (Jefferson)!"

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"No.18, LU·FENG!"

After all, it is the home field advantage, and the entire stadium, led by the radio DJ, shouted the names of the starting eleven players loudly, and the momentum was like thunder.

Lu Feng, who was the last to walk out of the player's tunnel, looked up to the stands. For the first time, he realized that there was no gap in this stadium that could accommodate 5 people!
Sporting Lisbon VS Benfica, this is a duel between two traditional giants in Lisbon!
This is the Lisbon city derby! -
"As the capital of Portugal, Lisbon has a permanent population of 56, but tonight, nearly one-tenth of the city's men, women, and children flocked into this radiant stadium, and a grand performance is about to take place. Opening!"

The commentator Liu He, who is thousands of miles away, is in high spirits, and there is no sign of fatigue.

It is already 4 o'clock in the morning in China, and he has woken up from his sleep after making preparations early.

The guest sitting next to him, Huang Yuan, yawned slightly, and then glanced at the information:
"Although Sporting Lisbon, oh, now called Sporting, has always been one of the three traditional giants in Portugal, they are far inferior to the other two giants in terms of domestic performance and European honors, especially since they have never Winning the Champions League trophy... oh?"

He sighed slightly in surprise:
"The game hasn't started yet, the fans in the stands are already boiling!"

In the picture, faint fireworks have already burst out from the stands on both sides, and the red flames and black-gray smoke began to rise gradually.

Open flames and smoke are generally prohibited in the regulations of football matches, but... this is a city derby after all, and the security personnel in Portugal are also a little lax about these. As long as the entire stadium is not burned to ashes, they are probably fine Turn a blind eye and close one eye, shall we?
The two commentators who had just come into contact with the Portuguese Super League did not notice that there was a huge and eye-catching banner hanging in the middle of the away fan stands.

On this banner, there is a confusing sentence:
"Rui Mendes, let your team go with you!"
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"This...is a little too much!"

The narrator on Portuguese TV fell silent.

"These... idiots!"

Jorge Jesus, who was standing in the coaching area of ​​the visiting team, couldn't help covering his forehead.

Jesús, who started his playing career with Sporting Lisbon, of course understands the meaning of this sentence.

It was the Portuguese Cup final of the 1995-96 season. Benfica defeated Sporting Lisbon 3:1 to win the championship, but a Sporting Lisbon fan named Rui Mendes was hit by fireworks thrown by Benfica fans during the game. died.

Compared with the Hillsborough tragedy, the Heysel tragedy, and the Ibrox tragedy that shocked the whole of Europe, this incident does not seem to be a major event, but it was brought up again after 19 years, but it is like a sports event in Portugal. A heavy slap in the face!
The fans of the home team have already booed in the stands, but most of the players who started the game looked dazed.

The players are still too young, and they don't even know that such a thing happened before they went to elementary school, but they also vaguely sensed something from the rising anger on the faces of the fans.

They didn't have time to find out what happened, because they were already on the battlefield.

They don't need to mobilize any more, because this is the battlefield where old enemies in the same city fight to the death! -
"drop!"

As soon as the referee's whistle sounded, Lu Feng and Montero ran towards Benfica's backcourt.

"Sporting played fast from the start!"

Liu He, who had finished reading the starting roster in advance, threw himself into the game commentary immediately, but did not realize that he had forgotten the official translation name of "Portuguese Sporting".

Joao Mario made a diagonal pass from the side, and Jefferson didn't hesitate too much after dribbling the ball across the center line, and directly kicked up and passed to the penalty area!
They have practiced this routine for a month, and the results of the 7 official games have told them:
As long as they can find Lu Feng who is at the top, they will have a threatening opportunity to attack!

The broadcast camera also had insight into their tactics and switched directly to the vicinity of the penalty area.

"……This!"

The commentator was silent. They looked at Lu Feng surrounded by two defenders like dumplings, and could only shake their heads and sigh:
"In order to limit Lu Feng, Benfica even did not hesitate to disrupt their own defensive system!"
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With a 189cm midfielder Samaris and a 195cm central defender Anderson, Benfica used their two giants in the defense line to stop Lu Feng, who was only 173cm.

Looking at the two big mountains one in front and one behind, even if he has a cheat, the Chinese teenager can only be completely suppressed.

[Endless Restraint] can only suppress one target. When two muscular men squeezed him into a meatloaf, Lu Feng couldn't even do the most basic blocking. He could only look at Samaris Leaping high, he pushed the football out easily.

Benfica took advantage of the situation and played a wave of counterattacks. Andre Almeida directly made a breakthrough, breakthrough, inside cut, and shot. Fortunately, Sporting Lisbon goalkeeper Patricio was still focused. Yue shot the football out of the bottom line.

The corner kick was taken, and two tall central defenders with a height of over 190 seriously threatened the goal of the home team. Patricio made another contribution. He stretched his arms in the crowd and accurately confiscated the corner kick taken by the opponent.

"Quick attack!"

Coach Silva pumped his fists on the sidelines.

Patricio seemed to hear his shout, and after taking a lunge, he swung his arms suddenly, and the football flew directly to the center circle like a guided missile!
There was a green and white figure there!

18. LU!

"Good come!"

Finally, Lu Feng, who had waited for the opportunity, raised his head to judge the flight route of the football, then twisted his body and exerted force with both feet.

But he only turned halfway, and was pushed to the ground by a powerful force!
"drop!"

He saw the indifferent expression of the Benfica full-back, and heard the referee's whistle, but... that's all.

The opponent's foul didn't even go beyond the middle circle, and he didn't touch the football himself, which wasn't even enough for a verbal warning!
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"Ha ha."

Jorge Jesus, who was sitting on the bench, showed a slight smile, confident but reserved.

As the head coach with the oldest qualifications, the most honors, and the highest salary in the Portuguese Super League, he is by no means in vain. He certainly devoted a lot of money to the recent red-hot and purple-hot figure in the Sporting Lisbon team. Research hard.

You said that Lu Feng only played 7 official games for Sporting Lisbon?
Sorry, Jorge Jesus even dug up the highlights of his Liverpool youth goals!
It is no exaggeration to say that the Portuguese No.2 coach even knows his scoring methods better than Lu Feng himself!

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Note:
For convenience, Sporting Lisbon will be changed to Sporting Lisbon in the future
(End of this chapter)