Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 193 Crazy attack, crazy pass to the ground! (Ask for monthly ticket)
  "boom!"

Wilmots waited specially for a while from the door before opening the locker room door and letting all the players and staff in.

He waved his hand and signaled the team doctor to go to Courtois' side to check the injury.

Only then did everyone see Courtois curled up in a ball in the corner, looking extremely embarrassed, as if he was in too much pain to speak.

"what……"

He tossed and turned, occasionally letting out some low moans, and already covered his face with one hand.

Many people had secretly happy expressions on their faces and snickered.

The Belgian Four Guys are so fierce!
  Now it’s tidy up!
  As for the consequences?

Sorry, what happened in the team locker room should not have any consequences. At most, it was a symbolic warning from the team's top management.

Do warnings work?
  Obviously not, and coach Wilmots is also on their side, so there won't be any problems.

As long as Belgium goes further and achieves better results, this incident will only be a good thing to eliminate the cancer in the team!
  Courtois will definitely not take the initiative to admit this in front of the media. Every player will not make such a shameful move...

"It was too late for the defense to adjust."

Wilmots quickly pulled out the tactical board and started talking. His expression was very anxious, "Strong attack! Scoring more goals is our only chance of survival in this game."

"Understand? In the second half we changed the formation to [-], and I will let Benteke and Fellaini go up to increase the high points."

"This is a formation you have played many times at the club and I believe you can do your best."

He set his sights on Hazard and Chen Yufeng, and said excitedly: "Break through the cross and explode! It doesn't matter if you play beautifully, just blast the ball into the Welsh goal!"

"They like to play dirty tricks and want to eliminate us in this way. We have to let them know what offensive firepower is! Do you understand?"

"Witsel and Lukaku will rest first. Thank you for your contribution to the team in the first half. Let's wait for the good news about the players."

After saying this, Wilmots hurriedly asked the assistant coach to take Benteke and Fellaini to warm up and prepare for the second half of the game.

Fellaini does not need to be introduced too much. He has played many times in previous games. No matter from the perspective of height or point-grabbing skills, he is definitely top-notch.

As for Benteke, this Liverpool player is making his first appearance in this tournament, and his presence was relatively low before.

Some people may think that it is better to let Lukaku grab points, but Lukaku is the type with strong mobility, which is inconsistent with his height.

His header is not strong, at least there is a big gap compared with Benteke.

Wilmots's adjustment is not unreasonable, but no matter what, there is an element of gambling in it.

At this last critical moment, he chose to believe in Azar and Chen Yufeng!
  As for the rest?
  Fuck that!

If Wales wants to eliminate them through tactics, they must first withstand Belgium's desperate attack!

Even if you can advance in the end, let's see if the skin will peel off first!

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"Dear viewers, the second half of the quarter-final match between Belgium and Wales has begun."

"The two sides exchanged attack directions to compete in the last [-] minutes of regular time."

"During the halftime break, I saw a little chaos in the player tunnel, with a lot of reporters crowded in. I didn't know what was going on."

"I can only say that I hope nothing happens to the Belgian team. They are already on the edge of the cliff!"

CCTV commentator Liu Jiayuan sounded curious and worried at the same time, and then he focused his main attention on the court.

"We noticed that Fellaini replaced Witsel and Benteke replaced Lukaku. This may be an attempt by Belgium to change the formation. They replaced two players with stronger heading abilities!"

"Let's see if Wilmots' adjustment will work!"

On the court, the second half of the game between the two sides has officially begun.

After the substitutions, Belgium was still at a disadvantage most of the time and was overwhelmed by Wales' flexibility.

But at least, they have a clear goal after the substitution.

If you can play in the backcourt, you can score goals!

Just don’t let us seize the opportunity!

In the following period, as soon as the Belgian team got the ball, it quickly moved to the front wing, and Chen Yufeng and Hazard attempted a dribbling breakthrough.

Fellaini Benteke and others will also squeeze towards the Welsh penalty area at this moment, while De Bruyne is guarding two points.

Time passed like this, and with the desperate efforts of the Belgian team, they did get a lot of opportunities to threaten the goal, but the last step was still a little short.

"Gunt! Neil Taylor! Recycle, recycle! Leave the wing to Bell with confidence!"

Wales coach Coleman saw the Belgian team's gradual offensive and quickly sent the two wide midfielders, or two wing-backs, back.

He must let them withstand the impact of Azar and Chen Yufeng.

These waves of desperate attacks made Coleman, who was originally confident, feel a little uneasy.

However, can recycling really resist Hazard and Chen Yufeng, who are already red-eyed?

In the [-]st minute of the game, Chen Yufeng once again received the football from the right side.

He deliberately slowed down the pace on the wing and waited for Fellaini and others to insert into the center of the penalty area before starting the breakthrough. Often, his newly acquired skills will have miraculous effects in the upcoming games, and Chen Yufeng hopes that it will be the same today.

He wants to seize on the opponent's misjudgment of him, thinking that he will only choose to pass the curve ball, and use the low ball to hit the ground by surprise.

Chen Yufeng began to make a breakthrough.

He charged very confidently at Neil Taylor, a player who was not born into defense per se.

Generally speaking, as long as there is no one behind this kind of player to defend him, he can shift his center of gravity slightly and break through with the ball, and he can pass cleanly.

He didn't think he would make a mistake.

"Bang bang!"

Two voices sounded almost at the same time. After Chen Yufeng lowered his shoulders and bent his knees, he had already thrown the pendulum pass. At the end, he made another fried meatball and wiped it past Neil Taylor.

"Ben Davis!"

Neil Taylor, who hurriedly completed his turn, had lost his center of gravity and no longer had any hope of chasing back, so he called out the name of Ben Davis.

Unfortunately, Ben Davis had no intention of coming over at this time because he was tired of dealing with the advancing Benteke.

"I'll chase him!"

Gareth Bale's shout rang out, and Neil Taylor soon saw Bale chasing after him on Hot Wheels, chasing Chen Yufeng at full speed.

His speed was indeed very fast. By the time Chen Yufeng came to the penalty area line, the two were already level.

Chen Yufeng suddenly made an emergency stop at this moment, and Bell followed suit. Then he predicted Chen Yufeng's speed in advance and started again towards the bottom line.

"Oh!"

But Chen Yufeng did not start speeding immediately. He knew that Bell's explosive power was very good, so he waited until Bell came back for the second time and seized this time gap to start speeding.

"Damn it." Bell complained quickly and rushed forward, preparing to give Chen Yufeng a physical confrontation.

Unfortunately, it was too late. Chen Yufeng's right foot had already slammed on the football and passed the ball.

Bell quickly looked back. He didn't want to be able to resist Chen Yufeng's threat despite trying so hard to pursue him.

"Oh!"

I saw the football leaping to the front of the small penalty area in an instant, passing Ben Davis at the front point, and then escaping Ashley Williams' sliding tackle, and came to the unmarked Benteke at the back point.

"Benteke!!"

"Have you got it? Push shot! The ball is in!!"

CCTV commentator Liu Jiayuan's excited voice sounded later. He seemed very passionate at the moment, "Beautiful! Benteke equalized the score for Belgium!!"

"Belgium recovered their disadvantage through substitutions. Their powerful offensive firepower was suffocating!"

"It's Chen Yufeng again. He first broke through Neil Taylor and then got rid of Bell who was chasing after him. The cross he sent was very threatening and helped Benteke complete the goal!"

"This is a superstar-level performance. The Belgians have regained their hope of advancing!"

"..."

"Yeahhhhhhhh...!"

The Belgian fans in the Pierre Arena suddenly burst into deafening cheers. The Belgian fans in red quickly stood up from their seats and waved their hands.

Wilmots, who was on the sidelines of the court, turned around and rushed towards the fans' stands, waving his right hand ecstatically.

If the security hadn't stopped him, he can guarantee that he would have jumped into the stands to celebrate with the fans at this moment!
  The ball is in!
  Belgium two to two!
  "Keep going! Kill this sinister Welsh team! Let Courtois bring shame on his father!"

Lukaku, who had been substituted, stood up from the bench and shouted towards the court. Even if he was not on the court, he was excited for his teammates at the moment.

This is a game for everyone!
  Benteke, who scored the goal, quickly rushed towards Chen Yufeng. After a simple celebration, the two even picked the football out of the goal and ran towards the center circle.

At this time, it doesn't look like they have equalized the score, it seems like they are still many goals behind the opponent and want to get back quickly!
  This is a crazy desire to attack!
  Coleman suddenly panicked on the sidelines and frowned when he came to the sidelines, "Ramsey, Joe Allen, go help the team's defense on the wing! Remember?"

"Ledley in the middle must float left and right to contain the Belgian team's attack in the middle, and put in defensive numbers on both sides!"

A few beads of sweat appeared on Coleman's forehead, and the constant rotation of the game made him feel frightened.

"They need to strengthen their defense on the wing, De Bruyne, if you have the chance, take a few fucking kicks!"

Chen Yufeng heard Coleman's tactical requirements, walked back to the half court and shouted to De Bruyne. De Bruyne gave a thumbs up and said nothing.

The counterattack rhythm belonging to the Belgians has officially arrived.

No matter which team is fighting against this group of offensive lunatics, it is best not to let them score the first goal when the offense is overwhelming.

Otherwise, we may face one wave of fierce attacks after another.

After completing the assist, Chen Yufeng felt hot in his feet and threw himself into the fight after the game restarted.

He has a lot of physical energy, and as long as the game does not enter overtime, he can fight until the last minute.

"Bentke! Stop them from moving towards the wings and put the ball in the middle!"

Chen Yufeng shouted at Benteke and led the group of boys to attack the opponent's goal again.

(End of this chapter)