SFS Chapter 81 The Ghost in the Eye
Chapter 81 The Ghost in the Eye
Chapter 81 The Ghost in the Eye
"You fucking come down to me!"
"If you can't score a goal, don't hold on!"
Slimani and Tanaka Jun also stretched their legs while staring at the field.
Although the competition within the team has not reached the point of life and death, it is undeniable that their mood at this time is so urgent.
How can they be unhappy when they finally see their competitors being forced into such a mess?
But... Why is there an unconcealable sourness mixed with this joy?
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"Hurry up and let this Chinese kid go! I don't see any use for him at all!"
De Carvalho was even more impatient than the substitute players. He directly put his arms around the coach's shoulders, spitting stars all over the place.
Marco Silva couldn't help frowning.
He didn't have the time to patiently explain to the club chairman what fulcrum tactics are, how Lu Feng attracts defense, how to contain troops, and how to create opportunities for his teammates.
What's more, even if he patiently explained, can he understand it?
But Silva also knew that Lu Feng's stamina had never been very good, and being able to play for 70 minutes in such a high-intensity game had already exceeded his expectations.
"Is it time for a replacement?"
He thought silently, and slowly broke free from De Carvalho's arms, and walked towards the fourth official on the sidelines.
"We apply for the next..."
Before Silva finished speaking, he stopped suddenly.
He saw Benfica complete another interception and then launch an attack!
"This……"
Silva was a little surprised, because Benfica, which was supposed to press heavily, only sent five players to participate in the attack.
He soon discovered why:
Lu Feng, who was originally at the front, moved to the left at some point!
The two central defenders Anderson and Jardel who had been in charge of marking him before finally did not dare to leave their posts without permission. Of course, only the right defender Pereira was the one who replaced them, and the right midfielder Salvio was afraid and did not dare Fully commit to the offense.
Everyone could see that there was a problem with Lu Feng's physical fitness, but no one dared to let him move around freely!
Pereira and Salvio can only follow him slowly to the center line, and then stop to rest!
He contained Benfica's entire right-hand offensive with only one person! -
Benfica, who lacked a wing, was like a broken arm, and their offensive could only be anticlimactic and ended without a problem.
Sporting Lisbon took advantage of the situation and launched their counterattack. The central defender Tobias quickly split the ball, and the right defender Suarez lobbed a pass to the midfielder!
Montero, Adrian, Mario, Carrillo, Carvalho... Sporting Lisbon's midfielders and full-backs rushed towards Benfica's half at the same time!
"Stop them!"
Jesus on the sidelines clenched his fists nervously.
He didn't need to be so nervous originally, because the defensive system he arranged was like an iron wall.
But... that No. 18 player, whose footsteps were already heavy, disrupted his entire system!
Pere LS Salvio, who was following Lu Feng, didn't know that he should return to defense immediately?Or continue to stay near the center line... dangling?
When the head coach prepared the materials before the game, he didn't consider that this guy would leave his position without authorization and wander alone outside the overall lineup.
But Benfica's two wide players finally made a decision. They left the slow-moving Lu Feng and resolutely joined their own defensive group. After all, they couldn't bear the blow of conceding another goal!
The Sporting Lisbon offensive team lacking Lu Feng did not knock the opponent's city. Mario and others passed the ball back and forth outside the 30-meter area, but they still couldn't find a gap that could be used.
They also passed the ball into the penalty area, but Montero, who was in front of him, couldn't complete the turn at all, so he could only pass the ball out again...
Joao Mario received the football and looked at the figures inside and outside the penalty area. He hesitated whether he should take a long shot by himself, when he heard a deep breathing sound behind him.
"Pass it to me, Joao!"
He subconsciously passed it to the left, only then realized that he might have passed it to the wrong target.
This young teammate is already a little shaky, even if he receives the football, what can he do? -
"Lu Feng! He asked his teammates for the ball! Does he want to organize the offense?"
Liu He's spirit lifted slightly, but he immediately vetoed the idea:
"Judging from the data, Lu Feng is not a playmaker, and he is not good at long-distance shooting whether he is in Liverpool or Sporting Lisbon... What exactly does he want to do?"
Just as he blurted out the last word "do", he saw Lu Feng slowly approaching the opponent's defense line with the ball.
So far in this game, he has not scored a goal, which means...he has not gained any physical recovery, and this feeling really makes him a little unaccustomed.
Lu Feng took a deep breath and attacked the two midfielders who came side by side - Samaris and Almeida.
"And me……"
João Mario wanted to help him make a match, but he only spit out two syllables and forgot the words that followed.
He didn't see how Lu Feng performed any fake moves, it seemed that it was just the simplest horizontal pull and rhythm change, and he dribbled the ball through the narrow gap between the two midfielders!
"No! No! Damn it!"
The midfielder Samaris, who had been entangled with Lu Feng for more than 70 minutes, was extremely annoyed.
He clearly saw every movement of the opponent, but... his feet couldn't keep up with his rhythm!
Samaris had clearly calculated the position of the foot, but Lu Feng seemed to have expected it. The moment the two sides were about to meet, he even dribbled the ball and "flicked" 30 centimeters outward!
Almeida on the other side felt the same way!
There was only half a second between them stretching their legs and feet, but Lu Feng was like a piece of fluffy catkins, dancing lightly between the two of them, but no one could touch him!
"This is...fried meatballs!"
After all, Liu He has seen some extraordinary highlights, and he immediately thinks of a player who is best at using this technology:
"Barcelona's Xiaobai and Iniesta are quite proficient in this extraordinary method. It seems simple to pull the ball twice to change direction, but only with an innate excellent sense of the ball and with countless days and nights. Only by practicing hard can this technique be brought into full play!"
His tongue was indeed sharp enough. After he had finished these eighty words, Lu Feng came to the front of the defense.
Anderson and Jardl, whether it was a header fight or a one-on-two forceful breakthrough, these two central defenders made Lu Feng suffer a lot in this game. confidence.
Anderson raised his gaze slightly, and he saw Lu Feng's eyes.
This strong man with a height of over 195cm even shivered involuntarily!
Those eyes seemed to have no human emotions at all, and there was a flash of light in the dark irises, but it was like a burning fire!
The raging fire flickered suddenly!
Lu Feng's footsteps seemed to become brisk again!
Anderson stretched out his right foot towards the football, like a lumberjack, ready to chop Lu Feng to the ground!
But his ax directly slashed into the air, and the football was pulled back by Lu Feng at that moment, and then bounced diagonally forward again like a rubber band!
"Don't be too arrogant, kid!"
An angry roar came from Jardl's throat, but it's a pity that Lu Feng couldn't understand such complicated adjectives at all.
Jadell didn't have any scruples at all, he galloped forward with great strides, his whole body was like a mad bull!
He will not use a flying shovel to intercept, but is going to block Lu Feng with hand-to-hand combat!
If the grasp is accurate enough, he can even stop the opponent outside the penalty area!
A free kick from that position hardly poses any threat!
He noticed the eyes, but he didn't see anything.
He only noticed that Lu Feng's body had a tendency to tilt slightly to the right, obviously wanting to change to an inward cut.
"This is...a fake move, right?!"
The 29-year-old Jardl is already considered a veteran, and he wants to tell the brat in front of him:
Don't show off silly tricks in front of the old-timers!
"I've played more official matches than you have had... more training sessions!"
Jardl took a sharp step to the right!
He wanted Lu Feng to hit him head-on!
But just as he took a step, a thought flashed through his mind:
"This is... a double fake move?!"
"How could that guy leave such an obvious flaw?!"
Almost subconsciously, Jardel immediately retracted his legs, turned and pounced in the other direction!
But before he had time to make a move, Lu Feng, like a ghost, swept past the right path he chose first!
It was too late for Jardl to change direction for the third time, he even felt his ankle go limp, and he fell to the ground with his ass!
"This is... a triple fake move?!"
"This is... a dance that belongs to the devil!"
Jardel turned his head to look at the ghost, but his heart was full of powerless wailing:
"In Portugal, how could there be such a character?!"
He watched the figure belonging to the devil break into the restricted area, Artur, who was guarding the empty door alone, uttered a deafening roar, but it had no effect at all!
Jadell's eyes widened, and then he heard a strange and ecstatic cheer erupting from the Alvalade Stadium!
"Ding ding dong dong, the current score of the game: home team, 2, away team, 0!
Goal scorer, No. 18, Lu UUUUUU Feng! "
Lu Feng, who broke through Benfica's defense in one breath, raised his right hand high above the goal line.
He didn't open up any new skills, but purely relied on a kind of unwillingness to be dissatisfied with his own performance!
Looking at Junya Tanaka and Slimani with uncertain expressions on the sidelines, Lu Feng shook his head with some weakness:
"Now, you are ready to make substitutions, Coach Marco Silva!"
(End of this chapter)