Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 173 Lukaku wastes the opportunity and washes his socks? The golden bomber soaring in the sky (please vote for me)

"Yeahhhhhhh...!!"

The Belgian fans at the scene all stood up and waved their hands, turning half of the Bordeaux stadium into a sea of ​​celebratory red.

Countless people breathed a sigh of relief and hugged their friends tightly.

There is no doubt that this is a goal that can help them relieve the pressure and make them slightly more optimistic about the team's qualifying situation.

"The ball went in! De Bruyne! Scored the first goal of the game!"

CCTV commentator Liu Jiayuan's voice soon sounded, "This is a shot in the arm! A goal that can make the Belgian team players relax!"

"After the first half of the game, the Belgian team was on the verge of life and death! But as soon as the second half started, they scored!"

"Let's look at the ball again. Chen Yufeng received a pass from Meunier and passed two people on the wing! It was very beautiful. O'De and John O'Shea couldn't hold him back!"

"The pass he sent immediately afterwards was also very accurate. He found De Bruyne and helped De Bruyne score!"

"Chen Yufeng is undoubtedly the best player in the Belgian team so far in this European Cup, with one goal and one assist! Let's see if this goal will also improve De Bruyne's condition!"

"..."

"Ooh!"

On the sidelines of the court, Wilmots jumped up excitedly. He turned around and hugged the assistant coach tightly.

"Goal scored!"

"Rescued! There's a show!"

Thousands of words gathered together, and Wilmots could only shout these few words at this moment.

The pressure is really too much...

If Belgium can't make a push this time, it will be difficult in the future.

This is a team with high hopes. People hope that together this time they can at least advance to the top eight and the top four, instead of failing to qualify from the group.

On the edge of the court, very close to where Chen Yufeng was standing.

Taylor Swift clapped her hands excitedly here and saw De Bruyne rushing up to high-five Chen Yufeng and hugging each other tightly.

Listening to the cheers of the Belgian fans ringing in her ears, she was immersed in this atmosphere at the moment and felt relieved.

"Chen Yufeng is so fast, and he's so good at passing people." The female assistant smiled and clapped her hands beside her and said, "Irish players can't guard him at all."

"Yeah, he's very dazzling."

Taylor Swift nodded and agreed: "It's really hard to believe that he is almost 31 years old. He is no longer young."

"What's wrong?" The female assistant snickered and turned her head, "Any ideas?"

"No, I just think it's really awesome." Taylor Swift shook her head and did not admit this.

Off the court, all the players from the Belgian team rushed over and hugged each other.

Everyone was shouting and celebrating, as if they were releasing pressure.

"Keep coming and we can score more goals."

Chen Yufeng hugged each of his teammates and encouraged: "They are falling behind and they must press forward. This is our opportunity."

"We must strive for more goals and score a big score."

He finally discovered that Belgium is not very strong in positional warfare.

But if you leave the space, everyone here knows how to do it and is top notch.

"come on! Come on!!"

All the players shouted and then got back into the game.

As Chen Yufeng thought, after falling behind, Ireland was indeed forced to press forward and start their offensive organization that did not pose much of a threat.

There was nothing we could do about it. Belgium scored first.

They don't want to lose points in this game. There are only three games in the group stage, and it will be difficult to qualify if they lose one game.

And often a team like them that is defensive and counterattacking can easily fall into a bigger collapse if they fall behind first...

"Oh!"

After organizing several offensive attempts to no avail, the Irish team gradually became unable to withstand it due to excessive losses.

Their proud midfield defense was completely overwhelmed by Belgium at this moment. Every transition between offense and defense looked very embarrassing, constantly giving Belgium opportunities.

In this case, Chelsea's demon star Hazard finally found the feeling of the game and started dribbling with confidence.

After a few simple changes in body rhythm, he rushed to the penalty area line and still had no intention of stopping.

"Boom bang bang..."

There were constant sounds of touching the ball, and Hazard accelerated towards the penalty area, and then stopped three steps later, leaving Irish defender Clark confused.

In this case, Hazard suddenly accelerated again, rushed near the baseline, and opened up a large gap.

"Oh!"

Then, seeing that there was no shooting angle, Hazard probably aimed at the back of the penalty area and passed a high ball.

"Good shot Hazard!"

A shout sounded, and Azar followed his gaze and saw that Chen Yufeng had already taken off from the back point.

"Bang!!" A solid header went to the far corner of the goal. Irish goalkeeper Randolph waved symbolically, and then watched the football go into the net, "Whoa!"

Two to zero!
Hazard assisted Chen Yufeng, giving Belgium a [-]-[-] lead!

This is an unstoppable header!

"Yeahhhhhh...!" The shouts rang out again. Chen Yufeng rushed to the stands of Belgian fans on the sidelines and slid out on his knees to vent his emotions.

In the last game, he was injured after scoring a goal and didn't have time to celebrate.

In this crucial battle, we finally have a chance!

Chen Yufeng didn't hide his pinch at all. After getting up, he kept hammering his chest and vented his anger by shouting.

"Two to zero! Belgium has opened up! Chen Yufeng scored his second goal in this European Cup!"

"This ball head is so beautiful! In a trance, you can see the shadow of German air master Miroslav Klose, or the early golden bomber, Klinsmann!"

"This should be the ability that Chen Yufeng has developed recently. He is indeed worthy of what Chinese fans call him Dr. Chen. His learning ability is too strong!"

"From the current point of view, Belgium will basically not give a chance. They will use this momentum to continue to launch fierce attacks! In this game, what they hope for next may only be a big victory! "

"The players definitely need more encouragement! They need to find the feeling of winning when the club plays!"

"..."

Hazard, De Bruyne and others all rushed towards Chen Yufeng at this moment, venting their pressure together.

The fans in the stands stretched out their hands at this moment, as if they wanted to reach the players off the court.

They are like fanatical believers, embarking on a pilgrimage to the things they love.

"Yufeng! Yufeng! Yufeng!"

"Two to zero! We are going to win!"

"Come on! Come on! We can do it!"

"The group must qualify!"

"..."

Chen Yufeng waved his fist towards them and looked at the faces of these people.

Soon, he saw a very well-dressed figure on the side of the front stands, also celebrating with the fans.

This figure is tall and has snow-white skin. Even if his face is covered with a mask, he looks very elegant overall.

Just surprised for a moment, Chen Yufeng turned his head and hugged Azar with a smile without thinking too much.

"The pear blossoms are so fragrant."

He couldn't help but sigh, feeling a little lucky that he met Hazard at his peak.

"Hey, you've already scored two goals. If you want me to score one, pass it to me next time." Lukaku walked up at this time, seemingly in a good mood.

After the last game, he was once regarded as the sinner of the team and did not speak for several days.

This was the first time after many days that he smiled and chatted with everyone.

"What should I do if you still can't score?" Azar asked with a smile, and then said: "Then you can wash the socks for all of us when you get back."

"Okay, I'll take the bet, as long as you pass the ball to me!" Lukaku said with a smile.

Everyone did not celebrate for too long and returned to their own half to wait for another kick-off. Everyone's expressions did not relax. On the contrary, they were even more eager to score.

The game got tough for Ireland from this point on.

Now it's not a question of whether they should press out and try to score goals, but whether they can hold on to the defense and prevent Belgium from scoring a few goals.

All the Irish team members were entangled in their hearts, and for a while they felt even more chaotic.

There have even been frequent disconnects between the three lines, allowing the Belgian midfielders and frontcourt players to always have a lot of room for movement.

This is what it means to make mistakes in a hurry.

A weak team beats a strong team. Once it falls into this state, death is basically not far away.

Especially, your opponent is the Belgian team with a luxurious offensive team.

After breaking away from all the constraints, Belgium's offense became more and more turbulent, and it was not far from the goal.

In the 704th minute of the game, it was Meunier again, this was Wilmots' gamble.

He tackled Sean Long with a flying tackle in the backcourt, got up and carried the football forward at high speed, directly along the wing towards the baseline.

Seeing his action, Chen Yufeng directly gave way to the wing and started to outflank the center, waiting for the pass.

"Oh!"

Meunier then wrapped the ball directly at his feet and sent an arcing cross.

This is his first time in the game, and he hopes to achieve better results.

The football quickly rose from the ground, passed Chen Yufeng's outflank, and then dropped towards the back point.

"Oh!"

At the critical moment, Lukaku was the first to seize this point.

This time, he did not choose to be happy, but made a flying leap and directly smashed the ball into the upper right corner of the net!
Lukaku no longer wants the opponent's goalkeeper to praise him, nor does he want to hold his head in regret!

He hit the ball in at the cost of almost hitting himself into the goal!

After scoring the goal, Lukaku's expression changed instantly. He rushed to the sidelines seriously and raised his hands high towards the stands of the stadium.

For him, this is a goal to prove himself and a goal to make up for the missed opportunity in the previous game!
Three to zero!
He helped Belgium seal the victory and achieve a complete victory!
The fans quickly cheered Lukaku enthusiastically, and all the Belgian players rushed over from behind and jumped on Lukaku's back.

Seeing that Lukaku's expression was still very serious, and even a sign of losing control of his emotions, Hazard quickly couldn't help but said: "What are you pretending to be?"

"Pfft..." Lukaku was so amused by this sentence that he could not hold back any longer. After showing his big teeth, he smiled happily and hugged everyone.

(End of this chapter)