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Chapter 112: A 7-0 bloodbath against Newcastle! John Carver resigned directly!

"Shelvi! What the hell are you doing? How can you suddenly start from that position!"

"Are you still chatting with him? Do you know this is a very important league?"

"Would you like to stop chatting for a while and express your respect and admiration for him?"

Newcastle coach John Carver had just suppressed the anger in his heart and did not want to blame Shelvey.

But at this moment, the corner kick caused by Shelvey's mistake was scored by the opponent again, and he could no longer suppress it.

I was already feeling very annoyed and saw that the players were still making mistakes.

Anyway, John Carver feels that he won't be able to stay in Newcastle for long, so he should vent his anger in this game!

The Newcastle players on the field lowered their heads in fear and walked back to their positions.

Shelvey listened to the figure off the court, thinking about the super mistake he had just made when he went to get the jersey, and his whole mentality felt completely shattered.

He didn't want to play anymore.

Not every tough guy with a rough playing style can have a warrior-like mentality.

Even a true warrior cannot maintain firm belief from beginning to end.

Most people are like this.

Sometimes, when you feel the huge gap between you and your opponent and know that continuing to play is just torture, it will really break down.

In competitive sports, not many people enjoy being abused.

It's only been almost forty minutes since the game, and I still have to sit in jail for another fifty minutes...

With this in mind, Shelvey couldn't help but feel even more helpless and looked up at the sky.

Let's end it quickly.

He missed his wife who was still waiting at home, and his newly born little daughter.

"Shh...shh..."

Some joking whistles sounded again on the sidelines, aimed at the angry John Carver in the coach's seat.

These neutral fans were really happy today. They came here just to see John Carver’s jokes, but they couldn’t get enough of it in the first half.

"Look at that clown, he's still blaming his own players."

"Hahahahaha."

"I have a feeling that after this game, even if Newcastle's top management doesn't fire him, his mentality won't be able to handle it any longer, and he might resign on his own."

"Who knows."

"..."

In the Newcastle stands on the sidelines, the fans were immersed in it, and no one made any sound.

They were completely tired and didn't want to comment on that damn coach anymore.

But the disgust and hatred in everyone's eyes was very obvious. They had not seen this for many seasons.

That’s a superstar who was really given away for nothing!

As a result, it was so wasted by John Carver!

What a discerning eye!

Originally, they all thought they could meet another Alan Shearer, or a superstar even better than Alan Shearer.

Newcastle, which has been in decline for more than a decade, has returned to the position of a strong team in the Premier League.

The result...

Now they can only sit in the stands and watch the forward trample their defenders again and again, score their goals, and soar into St. James' Park as their opponents.

On the playing field.

"Beep!"

Soon, Newcastle's players sent the ball out of the center circle again and began to organize the attack.

This period is actually the most difficult period for the team. Without the assistance of the Middle Eastern tycoons in the later stage, the team does not have much funds to purchase top players.

Almiron and Trippier, who were well known and loved by Chinese fans in the later period, were all bought by them later.

Under the huge strength gap, Lu Chenfeng added two goals that completely destroyed the mentality, coupled with the hateful eyes of the home team fans.

The energy of these Newcastle players was almost exhausted, and naturally they could not maintain possession of the ball for long.

In less than thirty seconds, the football was back at Manchester United's feet.

Manchester United's players continued to launch a fierce attack in the frontcourt, seemingly determined not to give up until they scored a few more goals today.

With their winning streak in the league, they have begun to enjoy such big-scoring wins!

Right now, we have just found a weak persimmon, Newcastle United, how could they let it go!

Thanks to the Newcastle United goalkeeper's good performance in the following period, Newcastle was able to hold on to a score of 0-2 before half-time.

In fact, it will make people feel a little funny when saying this. Who would defend a lagging score?

But with the state of Newcastle United's players today, they really have no mentality to attack anymore.

If they defend well and don't concede more goals, that will be their best result.

Not long after, outside the Newcastle dressing room door.

Head coach John Carver and the assistant coaches finally came over and let the players go into the locker room first.

However, there seems to be something wrong with the current atmosphere of this coaching team.

"Calm down calm down..."

"Mr. John Carver, it's just a normal Premier League game, don't think too much."

"There's really no need..."

All the assistant coaches were following behind John Carver, offering good advice and flattering voices.

"I really can't stand it anymore. You don't have to persuade me. I will resign after this game. There is no need to discuss it!"

John Carver shook his hands angrily and strode toward the locker room.

"No, Mr. John Carver, if you resign, what will we do..." an assistant coach said with a bitter look on his face.

"Come with me, or I'll plead with the senior management, and I'll leave alone, and you will stay to assist the coach who comes next."

John Carver spoke recklessly, but in fact what he said was completely unrealistic.

Each head coach has his own basically fixed coaching team!

The coaches who come later will never accept these people who they are not familiar with at all!

Once he leaves, these people will either go to lower-level leagues to look for opportunities, or they will lose their jobs!

Even if John Carver himself could bear this huge gap, the people under him could not bear it.

"Mr. John Carver..."

The assistant coach wanted to persuade him, but was interrupted by John Carver's angry shout, "That's enough!"

After saying this, John Carver ignored the coaching team behind him and broke into the locker room.

During this period, in fact, as a Premier League coach, he knows that he must appease the players' mentality and regain the confidence of these players who have lost their fighting spirit.

But John Carver really wasn't in that mood anymore, he just wanted to vent himself.

"What were you playing in the first half?"

"Shelvey, Newcastle spent 16 million euros to bring you here, and this is what you delivered?!"

"There are many top players in the Premier League. Do you want to lose your position every game and watch your opponents score goals?"

John Carver's move undoubtedly added fuel to the fire. The already silent locker room was now even more audible, with no one making a sound.

The place is so quiet that one would never imagine that a large group of prominent millionaires are sitting here.

"Continue, continue to lose the ball in the midfield, and continue to let Manchester United play wonderful offensive cooperation."

"You can also respect your opponents more. Really, let them ride on your head and score a few more goals."

"If I remember correctly, the Premier League record for conceding goals in a single game is nine. I think if you guys perform better, you can challenge it."

John Carver's voice continued to sound, constantly hammering the players' mentality, making their heads lower and lower.

Every player's fists were clenched, but in their profession, conflict with the head coach is a taboo.

They have to endure it all.

At this moment, many players wanted to return to the court again.

Instead of listening to this incompetent coach nagging here, it is better to continue playing games with Manchester United...

"This is simply a shameful game. Your family, children, wives, friends, and every Newcastle fan will feel shame for you!"

John Carver left his last words and walked out of the locker room.

The score of 2-0 is certainly far from a shame, even if the ball possession rate is terrible and there are almost no shots.

Shame is just John Carver's own feeling.

Because he suffered too much criticism from Newcastle fans and ridicule from fans of other teams today.

His mentality has collapsed, and along with it, the mentality of these players has also collapsed.

"call……"

After John Carver left, the breathing of many players couldn't help but become heavier. The moment just now really made them suffocate.

The bed left in their hearts will also be incurable.

For the next ten minutes or so, no one spoke, and the intermission ended in a strange atmosphere.

When the referee blew the whistle, the players who were still starting on the court stepped onto the court.

In the stadium.

When the players from both sides came back, the second half of the game started quickly.

"Oppression! Watch out for oppression!"

"Come together and block their return route."

The Manchester United players were full of momentum and rushed forward to continue to press the Newcastle backcourt.

With just two passes, Newcastle lost possession of the ball.

They became more timid on the court, afraid of making mistakes, and completely lost their ability to play football.

"Bang."

For Manchester United, Pogba took on the role of initiating the attack. He passed the ball to Lu Chenfeng at the center position.

Lu Chenfeng passed the ball without stopping, and passed the ball to Rooney on the wing.

Rooney took a look into the penalty area and sent the ball towards the back point with a kick.

From the back, Martial stepped in at high speed, striving for his fourth goal in the Premier League this season.

"Bang!!"

When the Newcastle defender was stunned, Martial ran in front of him, kicked the ball out of the net!

Three to zero!

Martial scored his fourth goal in the Premier League this season!

He was also very excited after scoring the goal. He rushed towards Rooney who had just passed the ball and jumped on Rooney.

Even if the opponent is Newcastle with a broken mentality, you must know that this game is a Premier League game in every aspect!

After the season, all statistics of the Premier League are recorded!

Martial wants to refresh his single-season record. Of course, he was very excited after scoring and will look for opportunities to score again.

With such a strong fighting spirit, coupled with the collective defeat of Newcastle United, Martial did not wait too long for the second goal.

Just four minutes later, the 52nd minute of the game.

"Bang."

After Lu Chenfeng intercepted Shelvey's pass, he handed the ball to Martial on the wing.

Martial showed all his dribbling ability this time. He first passed the opponent's full-back on his bicycle, and then used a fake shot to smash the ball past the opponent's central defender.

"Bang!"

Then, he completed a powerful and heavy left-foot volley in the penalty area.

The football passed the Newcastle goalkeeper's hand and flew into the net!

Four to zero!

This is a massacre, a war of annihilation, a mass extermination!

Martial rushed towards Lu Chenfeng who sent him the pass again, and he was even more looking forward to whether the first hat trick of his career would come in this game.

Newcastle's goalkeeper picked the ball out of the goal with a forlorn look and kicked it back to the center circle.

He doesn't have the mentality to play now, let alone criticize the defender's defense.

All Newcastle players hope that time will pass quickly and this game will be over.

John Carver was sitting on the sidelines in the coach's seat, looking at everything on the court with no expression on his face, except for the feeling of being absent-minded deep in his eyes.

After halftime, he was completely swallowed up by his own pride, which led to the team's complete defeat in the second half.

For a moment, he regretted it, but then he was occupied by other thoughts.

The game scene in front of him had become a little blurry, and all he could hear in his ears was the loud curses from the fans behind him, and the banging sound of the dropped water bottles hitting the awning of the coaching bench.

This is a somewhat illusory state. Sometimes people will feel this way when their attention is completely dissipated.

When you feel like this, you feel like you are the only one left in the whole world, and everything else is fake.

In such a state, time naturally passes very quickly.

"Bang!!"

When John Carver brought his attention back, there was another muffled sound that penetrated the entire field.

This was a long-range shot that Rooney had planned for a long time from outside the penalty area. The shot was of very high quality. It missed the right side of the goal and flew into the net.

"Oh oh oh oh..."

The Manchester United fans on the sidelines let out a burst of cheers, celebrating their old captain's long goal drought.

John Carver glanced at his watch subconsciously and saw that only sixteen minutes had passed in the second half of the game.

The team is already behind 0-5...

The assistant coaches around them looked angry and helpless, constantly hoping that the coach in front of them could do something.

But John Carver just sat on the bench minding his own business, staring blankly at the field.

Newcastle's nightmare is not over yet. Manchester United's offense continues to flow towards their backcourt like a tide.

Their defenders seemed to have lost the ability to defend, and almost every Manchester United attack ended with a shot.

Seventy-fourth minute of the game.

Martial dribbles the ball from the wing and advances at high speed, Manchester United makes a comeback!

He glanced towards the center, and when he saw a large gap in front of Lu Chenfeng, he passed the ball to Lu Chenfeng's left foot.

Shelvey, who was behind Lu Chenfeng, dragged his exhausted body and reluctantly followed, preparing to put some pressure on Lu Chenfeng.

But after receiving the football, Lu Chenfeng simply squeezed backwards, and Shelvey, who was very tired, stumbled and fell to the ground.

"Bang!!"

Subsequently, Lu Chenfeng drew his bow and arrow outside the Newcastle penalty area and used his left foot to hit the ground with a kick, heading towards the far corner of the goal.

The Newcastle goalkeeper struggled to save the ball towards the far corner. He seemed to be the busiest person on the field today.

Not to mention the five goals conceded, he made at least eight saves.

But for this ball, even though he threw the lower side of his body away at full speed, he did not prevent it from falling into the net.

The ball scored again!

“Yeahhhhh…!!!”

The Manchester United fans in the stands raised their hands in the air, with everyone's face flushed, excitedly celebrating Lu Chenfeng's hat trick.

Lu Chenfeng was not too excited after scoring the goal. He just ran slowly to the sidelines and high-fived Martial who had just sent the pass.

Behind him, the sixth goal conceded made all the Newcastle players lie on the ground and refused to get up for a long time.

When the referee's whistle sounded, calling them back to the center circle to kick off, they stood up one after another with difficulty.

This is zero to six!

How long have they not lost by such a big score!

What a shame!

Some Newcastle fans on the sidelines had already begun to cry, especially some children with weak emotional control, or old men who had supported this team for almost a lifetime.

There were more or less tears in the corners of their eyes, and they even closed their eyes and no longer wanted to look at the field.

"I checked his data. Counting this goal, there are 23 goals in 13 rounds. There are still 11 goals left to break our Andy Cole's goal record..."

The Newcastle fans who still maintained their rationality were not much better at the moment. Their eyes were focused on Lu Chenfeng off the court, their expressions were very complicated.

The Premier League single-season scoring record is thirty-four goals, jointly held by Andy Cole of their team and Alan Shearer of Blackburn Rovers.

Alan Shearer later became a member of Newcastle and spent several wonderful seasons here.

It is conceivable how prosperous Newcastle, which once had two top strikers, was from the end of the last century to the beginning of this century!

Fans at that time were really happy every day. Even if they had no money, they would go to taverns in the city every day and chat with other fans about their recent status!

At that stage, they also met countless players who dreamed of being a Premier League goalscorer. They came to Newcastle to live a poor life, hoping to pass the trial training and enter St. James Park to play football!

Most of the old Magpies fans around the world were accumulated during that period.

But in just the past ten years or so, they never imagined that the Newcastle player they had released would transform into another super striker when he came back.

Not only did he lead Manchester United to score six goals against them, but he was also about to break the scoring record of those two Newcastle legends!

"call……"

Many Newcastle fans looked desperate and no longer wanted to stay in the stadium any longer.

They thought it might be a defeat, but they didn't expect it to be such a massacre.

"Andy Cole's record is going to be broken, and our proportion of Newcastle in the Premier League will become even smaller."

"Yes, some people will gradually forget that glorious period of history."

"It would be great if he was still our player and broke that record in our club. It would be a kind of inheritance..."

"Why!"

At this moment, the joking and ridicule on the faces of the more than 20,000 neutral fans in the stadium gradually disappeared and became silent.

They are now some of the fans and players of Newcastle, which is really cruel...

If you laugh at this time, you will lose merit.

Some fans who have a strong sense of empathy even have some embarrassed and unbearable expressions on their faces.

Stop fighting, stop fighting...

If we continue to play, it feels like Newcastle will really become a laughing stock this season...

This Manchester United game is so violent!

Lu Chenfeng was too violent!

Many fans who have never played Manchester United can't help but think of their own team. What if the time comes and there is such a big defeat...

Then maybe they will have some tears in the corners of their eyes like Newcastle fans.

But certainly not as cruel as Newcastle fans.

Because the person who defeated them today was the person released by their club.

…………

On the court.

When all the Newcastle players stood up and prepared for kick-off again.

A figure still lying on the ground attracted everyone's attention.

Shelvey, who had just fallen to the ground after fighting with Lu Chenfeng, did not stand up at this moment. He was lying on the ground holding his shoulders in slight pain.

"Are you okay? Where are you injured?"

The team's captain and central defender immediately stepped forward to ask, looking at Shelvey with some worry.

"Substitute, substitute."

Shelvey didn't say much else, and made a substitution gesture towards the court, as if he was in unbearable pain.

The other players also looked down the field and towards their coach.

In the coach's seat.

"Let Pachino go up."

John Carver said calmly, and then didn't care about anything else.

He probably guessed in his mind that Shelvey probably didn't want to play anymore and wanted to escape everything on the field, so he pretended to be injured and left the field.

Because the impact he just had didn't seem that serious at all.

But now, who cares?

Anyway, he doesn't care anymore. If he doesn't want to play, he won't play. Let's get off the field.

When the assistant coach next to him saw that a substitution was about to be made, he finally couldn't help but ask.

"Aren't you going to make some adjustments?"

They really couldn't stand it anymore. There was still time in the game, and it was possible that they would score another goal or two if this continued.

At least show your attitude, make some defensive adjustments, or go out for a fight and see if you can score a face-saving goal.

"No."

John Carver said simply, and then he was immersed in his own world again.

This may be his last Premier League coaching career.

After hearing this, the assistant coaches around him immediately collapsed on their seats with no hope at all.

It seems that John Carver has no intention of leaving.

Off to the side, in the Manchester United coaching chair.

Mourinho called three substitute players to warm up, preparing to make a major rotation adjustment to the team, allowing players who usually don't have a chance to come on and experience the game.

With a hearty smile on his face, he was obviously very satisfied with the performance of the players today.

It stands to reason that at this time, the head coach should give instructions to the players on the field, save some face for the opponent, and prevent the game from completely getting out of control.

But Mourinho didn't. At this period, he didn't have the same stable character as he did in the later period.

Madman still retains the passion and drive for football that he had when he debuted.

Just hit it and you keep conceding the ball. Do you have to blame us for being too good?

How can there be such a thing?

"Martial was in full form today."

Mourinho was still smiling as he chatted with the assistant coach next to him, "This player can be trained well in the future."

"If we grow a lot more this season and can be used as a sharp sword on the left wing in the future, then our lineup will be perfect."

In fact, he still had some distrust of Martial on the left wing at first, and planned to solve this problem through signings in the winter window of this season or the summer window of next season.

But after watching Martial's confident performance in today's game, he felt like there was no problem.

"Yes, after he returns, he will have to find a nutritionist to strictly control his diet, and he will also have to have an assistant coach to follow him for physical and technical training."

The assistant coach on the side nodded and agreed with Mourinho's view, "The players are still very young and have a lot of room for improvement."

"Yeah." Mourinho nodded, then looked towards the court again.

The game has restarted, and Newcastle's players are tiredly holding the ball and may lose it at any time.

"Thirteen rounds, twenty-three goals, six assists, an average of more than two goals per game..."

Another assistant coach spoke next to him again, with a somewhat intoxicated look on his face, "This Chinese guy, if he keeps this state, he can create history by the end of the season."

"I even have the opportunity to compete with Melo for the goal award, and he is classified as a player of that level."

"Mourinho, what do you think? How has he performed during this period?"

When talking about this, Mourinho also had a look of disbelief on his face, "Unparalleled."

"The 1617 season happens to be without the two national team competitions, the European Cup and the America's Cup, and the World Cup is still over a year away."

The assistant coach added: "This change of direction can make up for one of his gaps in the selection and increase the probability of winning."

"The only pity is that this season we are playing in the Europa League, not the Champions League."

"If one of Cristiano Ronaldo or Messi wins the Champions League, the Ballon d'Or award will be much more competitive."

"No." Regarding this statement, Mourinho shook his head, with a look of conviction, "In all the top leagues with extremely competitive competition in the world, the number of goals scored by forwards at their peak is 30+."

"This is already considered a very good level."

"If Lu Chenfeng improves this to 40+, then he will have unparalleled competitiveness this year. Cristiano Ronaldo and Messi will not only have to produce outstanding statistics, but also win the Champions League to be able to win.

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"If he improves this to 50+, then he will appear as an epoch-making player. Even if someone wins the Champions League, they will not be able to compare with him."

Having said this, Mourinho turned his head away, shrugged and said: "Before this, have you seen anyone who scored more than 20 goals in 13 rounds?"

"Furthermore, this honor of the Ballon d'Or is still lacking among Asian players. The organizers need to find a player who has the performance to win it to enhance its reputation and tolerance around the world."

"So I think if Lu Chenfeng can score more than 40 goals and add a Europa League and Premier League championship, he will be basically stable."

"Now it's up to us at Manchester United to see if we can give him some help."

After listening to Mourinho's analysis, the assistant coaches beside him pondered for a while, and finally realized that what he said was indeed correct.

They used some common selection criteria in the past to calculate Lu Chenfeng's competitiveness this year.

But has a player like Lu Chenfeng appeared in football before?

No!

It cannot be said that he is not common anymore, he has simply never appeared at all!

For such an epoch-making player, even if he is one Champions League short, how far is his competitiveness from Melo?

"If he takes it, the youngest record will be broken again..."

Someone sighed, with a hint of excitement in their expressions.

The player he worked with turned out to be such an epoch-making player.

This will also allow them to change their direction and have some brilliance.

On the court, the game continues.

Newcastle's substitutions were completed quickly, and Manchester United's substitutions were also completed not long after.

It was Lu Chenfeng, Ibrahimovic and Rooney again, these three players who need to be protected in Manchester United's frontcourt, walked off the field.

Martial Pogba continued to stay on the field to attack.

When Lu Chenfeng came off the field, he passed by the Newcastle coach's seat and couldn't help but glance at John Carver.

As a result, I saw the coach's face was confused and he was looking at his thigh in a daze. He no longer had the grace of the past, and it seemed that his inner defense had long since collapsed.

Seeing this, Lu Chenfeng couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

It was just a season ago when he first met the manager when he traveled to Liverpool for an away match with Newcastle's youth team players.

At that time, he was wearing a very gentleman's coat, with his hands in his pockets, and walked over with a special temperament.

If I had to find a word for this special temperament, it might be the temperament of the first team or the Premier League.

At that time, Lu Chenfeng, like other Newcastle youth team players, was excited about the arrival of the first-team coach and secretly communicated with him.

"Look, he's the head coach of the first team!"

"It's Mr. John Carver!"

Thinking of this, Lu Chenfeng couldn't help but smile.

If nothing else, I really miss those days in the youth team.

At that time, there were no influences from off-field factors, nor were there any criticisms or images. I just played football hard every day and joked with my teammates and boasted.

Now I am standing on a glamorous field, but occasionally I face greater pressure, which makes people a little tired.

Time flies so fast...

Now he has grown into a world-class forward and wants to compete for those top honors.

And Mr. John Carver also suffered a fatal blow today due to the pressure brought by the outside world, completely dissipating his former demeanor.

Lu Chenfeng sighed in his heart, but without thinking about it, he walked to the bench.

He has no contradiction with John Carver, but competitive sports are very contradictory.

There are always people who completely disappear from people's sight, and there are always new people who come out one after another.

"Bang!!"

Just as he returned to his seat and sat down, Lu Chenfeng heard a violent ejaculation sound.

When I turned around, I saw that the football had fallen into the net, and Martial's handsome back was already running towards the sidelines.

Seven to zero!

Newcastle were completely defeated!

Martial also completed a hat-trick.

"Beep! Beep! Beep——!"

A few minutes later, the referee blew the whistle to end the game.

The score of 7-0 was set on the scoreboard, which made many Newcastle fans cry even more sadly.

Mourinho walked to the sideline, shook hands with a slightly confused John Carver, and then went to the press conference with him.

This time, he brought Lu Chenfeng with him.

Soon, at the press conference, the media launched another long-term attack on John Carver.

"Mr. John Carver, do you regret letting Lu Chenfeng go?"

"The score is seven to zero, Mr. John Carver, does this put you under great pressure now?"

"Why was there not a single substitution adjustment during the entire game except for the injury? Are you absolutely responsible for this defeat?"

"Lu Chenfeng returned to St. James Park and scored three goals. How did John Carver feel about this?"

"..."

Hearing the questions from the students one after another ringing in his ears, John Carver felt a little dizzy.

He closed his mouth, didn't say a word, and sat quietly where he was.

It wasn't until all the reporters off the court fell silent that he slowly opened his mouth: "I take full responsibility for the team's failure. There is nothing wrong with the players, but there is something wrong with my mentality."

Then, he also revealed a very shocking news.

"This is my last game at Newcastle and I will resign as Newcastle coach after the game."

"This is a unilateral decision and has nothing to do with Newcastle's senior management. I will have a good talk with them after the game and terminate the contract."

"I'm going to take a break for a while, take a good vacation with my wife and children, and return to football if I have the opportunity in the future."

After saying these words, John Carver had no intention of staying at the press conference anymore. He stood up directly, ignoring the shocked reporters, and prepared to walk out the door.

Before leaving, he seemed to suddenly remember something and turned around.

"Come on, kid."

I saw him walking towards Lu Chenfeng unexpectedly, reaching out and giving Lu Chenfeng a slap in the face, smiling, and then walked out, his back looking a little lonely.

There was an uproar at the scene. The Premier League head coach openly announced his resignation at the post-match press conference. This kind of thing is too rare.

The vast majority of coaches cherish the opportunity to coach in the Premier League. Almost all Premier League coaches who leave their teams are fired.

It is rare to see people resign directly.

But considering everything that happened on the court today, reporters can understand it.

It seems that the overwhelmed John Carver still cannot survive this season...

"Mr. Lu Chenfeng, so far, your Premier League goals have reached twenty-three. You scored this in thirteen rounds. It is very incredible."

"What are the goalscoring expectations at the end of the season and will this continue in the league?"

The reporters did not feel too sorry. After all, Lu Chenfeng, who returned from the Golden Globe Awards ceremony today, also had a lot of news to discover.

"I think I will always maintain my form." Lu Chenfeng was still a little surprised by John Carver's behavior just now. After hearing the reporter's question, he put his mind back and said: "The expectation at the end of the season is to score more than 50 goals."

"The excellent teammates at Manchester United and the help of coach Mourinho give me the confidence to complete this."

Fifty goals!

That will completely create a record that no one can break later!

This is Lu Chenfeng’s expectations for his first complete top league career!

"High expectations, but we expect you to deliver."

Although the reporters felt a little choked, they really had no doubts.

For someone who completed half of the game in thirteen rounds, why don’t you believe that he won’t score 50 goals by the end of the season...

When that day comes, the entire world of football will feel a little trembling again, and the news will be flying all over the sky.

"Mr. Mourinho, the team has already achieved 13 consecutive wins in the Premier League at the beginning of the season, tying Arsenal's winning streak."

"Just one more walk and it will break the Premier League record."

"Are you paying attention to this matter?"

"Of course I know." Mourinho's face was relatively calm and he followed his inner thoughts. "As for paying attention, I don't pay too much attention."

"The team is in very good shape now and has overcome difficult games one after another. I believe that as long as we keep looking forward, this record number will become even more terrifying."

His answer this time seemed relatively normal, because he was in a really good mood today.

What coach can refuse his team to complete a 7-0 victory in the fierce Premier League?

Next, the press conference continues with some questions about this game.

It was not until the end of the press conference that a reporter released a piece of news.

"Mr. Lu Chenfeng, we have noticed that you have been the spokesperson for Nike and Audi in the Asia-Pacific region."

"There are only a few days left before the December sales data feedback. Do you think the sales volume will increase significantly by then?"

"In other words, do you think the two companies will lose money, and do you think your influence in the Asia-Pacific region is that great?"

This question is an issue outside the football field, but it also interests many people.

What kind of existence is Lu Chenfeng in Asia?

He has broken the records of so many Asian players. Can he increase the sales of both brands by himself?

Is this time to prove his value in business, or is he trying to persuade his future endorsement companies to quit?

"I don't know about this either."

Faced with this problem, Lu Chenfeng could only smile slightly and said, "We'll see."

He did have some expectations.

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ps: As readers all know, I am afraid that I have caught a cold and am not in good condition today, so I will only update by 10,000.

(End of chapter)