Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 197 Bale’s regretful stance, the Belgian team celebrating wildly (please vote for me)
  "I don't even know how to describe this scene! I just finished talking about Chen Yufeng's substitution rules, and he scored!"

"Wow! Another six balls..."

CCTV celebrity Liu Jiayuan even felt a little broken. From the bottom of his heart, he preferred the Belgian team.

However, human nature is that it is easier to take the place of the weak, or the more pitiful side.

He is crazy about the Welsh team now, and the corners of his mouth can't help but twitch, "This is the quarter-finals of the European Cup, and the teams in this tournament are in the best shape!"

"They have all gone through many hardships and hardships, and finally gritted their teeth and climbed over mountains one after another to get here!"

"As a result, the Belgian team scored another six...five of them happened in the second half, which really made me speechless!"

"Let's congratulate Chen Yufeng. He is well-deserved to be the best in this game. He is the brightest star on the field today!"

"This sentence of mine may have been said by many commentators before, but there is no way. Even if Chinese culture is profound and profound, it will be difficult for you to find other words and sentences to describe his continuous outstanding performance!"

"At this moment, when I see Chen Yufeng celebrating, what I want to say the most is the poem that people often use to describe Kaka, "The stranger is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world!"

Liu Jiayuan pursed his lips, and then sighed: "Maybe it is difficult for him to be called a young master at his age, but I still want to say so, and I think you will understand me."

"The Stade Pierre-Emerick belongs to him at this moment, please enjoy the cheers of the fans, he deserves the applause from fans anywhere in the world."

"..."

Speaking of the latter part, Liu Jiayuan even pinched his palms and raised his head uncontrollably.

All this is really crazy, whether it is the Belgian team or Chen Yufeng.

"Oh……!"

On the court, Vertonghen shouted and rushed towards Chen Yufeng, wanting to celebrate his first assist of the tournament.

But maybe he was too excited, or maybe he was running too fast. As soon as he stopped in front of Chen Yufeng, he covered his right leg and fell down.

cramp...

This caused Chen Yufeng to turn around and stop celebrating to stretch the ligament for Vertonghen.

"It's so miserable for me that I can't celebrate after scoring a goal."

Vertonghen lay on the ground with a painful expression and handed his leg to Chen Yufeng. He couldn't help but shook his head and said, "I don't know if there will be a chance in this tournament."

"Hahahaha." Chen Yufeng laughed. He stretched his legs and said with a smile: "Don't worry, it will happen."

"Alas!" Vertonghen was very disappointed and lay on the ground and stopped talking.

Other teammates quickly ran over and laughed while inspecting Vertonghen's injury.

"Vertonghen, you didn't work hard for the team until you got cramps. It can't be considered a work-related injury. You can't use the team's medical recovery equipment." Hazard said with a heartfelt smile.

"Yes, Vertonghen, you don't work hard on the field. You can only run well when you are celebrating, right? Otherwise, why would you get cramps when you are celebrating?" Benteke also came over and joked.

Everyone laughed together for a while, then supported Vertonghen and walked towards his own half.

This minor injury can be cured by just walking a few steps.

After this goal, it can be said that they have completely cleared away all the haze, and everyone is in an extremely comfortable mood.

A six-goal win in a row!

This is venting all the discomfort through scoring goals!
  As for Mignolet's goalkeeping?
  That's of course very good. Anyway, we didn't concede six or seven goals. In the end, Belgium won.

"Beep!"

The referee then pointed his finger to the sidelines to signal that a substitution was in progress.

Chen Yufeng walked towards the end of the field, waving to the fans, of course, mainly to Taylor.

The Belgian fans once again gave him warm applause, which was even more enthusiastic than in the previous games, as if they were completely conquered.

When Chen Yufeng walked off the field and high-fived Carrasco, he saw a group of players wearing Wales jerseys approaching.

It's Andy King, a good teammate at the club.

"Andy."

After such a tragic incident, Chen Yufeng walked up a little embarrassed and hugged Andy Jin.

"You are really a pervert, I hate you." Andy Jin pretended to be vicious, but in fact everyone could hear the joke in his tone.

"Hahaha, not bad, right?"

Chen Yufeng shrugged and smiled, patted Andy Jin on the shoulder and said, "Although I didn't have to say anything to you, I'm still sorry. Let's try again next time."

He still wanted to comfort his club teammates.

"It's okay, the quarterfinals are already good."

Andy Jin shook his head, said "See you in Leicester City" to Chen Yufeng, said goodbye and left.

Chen Yufeng then walked towards Belgium's bench. After taking just two steps, he saw a plump figure wearing a white shirt standing in front of him.

Mr. Wilmots seemed to have been waiting here for a while. After seeing Chen Yufeng finish chatting with Andy Jin, he spread his arms towards Chen Yufeng.

"Yufeng! We're in the semifinals!!"

"Hahaha." Chen Yufeng quickly stepped forward and hugged Wilmots tightly. After they separated, they celebrated with their arms around each other.

After a period of time, the relationship between the two of them has become good, and they feel like confidants.

"Hei! Hei! Hei!"

The two stood side by side, performing the same dance they performed in the locker room that day on the sideline. They ignored the tens of thousands of eyes in the audience and just carried out their own carnival.

As the melody of the music reached its final stop, the two of them turned around and shook their heads, shouting the last words: "Hei!"

The two laughed again and hugged each other.

"Clap clap clap clap..."

The fans on the sidelines gave their dance very high praise, and all they could see were smiling and applauding Belgian fans. At the end of the day, all these people gave a thumbs up and praised the two of them.

"Beep! Beep! Beep—!"

Not long after, as three long whistles blew, the Belgians in the audience fell into madness again.

All the substitutes and staff on the bench ran towards the playing field.

Most of the players on the court also knelt on their knees, pointed their hands in the sky, and entered into the celebration.

Wilmots and Chen Yufeng hugged each other again on the sidelines, celebrating this hard-won victory!
  Along the way, this team has experienced so much!
  But in the end, they stood on the stage of the semi-finals and entered the semi-finals!
  "The game is over! The Belgian team has won the second place in the semi-finals, and their opponent in the semi-finals will be Portugal!"

"Congratulations to them! At the same time, we also have to say goodbye to the dark horse team Wales. They played a perfect half-time performance, but were overturned by the Belgian superstar in the second half!"

"You can't blame them. I hope they can make a good summary after they go back and fight again next year!"

"We also want to bid farewell to Bale, the lone hero! I hope he will not be completely disappointed with the national team like Ibrahimovic, and will still appear in the Welsh team four years later!"

"I am Liu Jiayuan! The broadcast of this game has ended. Goodbye, audience friends!"

"In a few days, let's meet at the Bordeaux Stadium to watch the semi-final between Portugal and Belgium!"

"..."

On the court at this moment, the Welshman could only bow his head and silently exit the field, swallowing all his unwillingness and grievances in his stomach.

Thinking of the journey along the way, many of them couldn't help crying and were completely emotionally broken.

Bale, with his hair tied up, walked towards the sidelines absentmindedly. How he wished that the people celebrating behind him were them and the one leaving the field lonely was Belgium.

Bell tried his best, but he alone could not stop Belgium's attacking team.

Especially that...number 6.

Thinking of this, Bell turned around reluctantly, glanced at the Pierre Arena, and then pursed his lips and walked towards the players' tunnel.

For him, the European Cup is over.

"I hope you can go far in the European Cup and meet me in club games..."

Bell murmured, and after walking into the players' tunnel, he felt the deserted surroundings, and his mood fell to the bottom.

Tears also began to well up in his eyes.

Carnival belongs to the winner, and now he is leaving here.

…………

Not long after, at the post-match press conference.

Wilmots and Chen Yufeng came here, and the two looked at each other with their signature smiles.

At this time, Chen Yufeng had just finished taking a shower, his hair was still wet, and he still looked handsome with his clean face.

This made the reporters in the audience sigh with emotion, as expected of the person who had the scandal with Taylor Swift...

"Summarize the game, Mr. Wilmots." A reporter asked.

"Before I wrap up the game, I have to break the news to everyone. It's not a secret, but I think some people are still in the dark."

Wilmots looked around and then said: "Courtois's family are all traitors. He and his father betrayed the team. My tactics were known to the Welsh team in advance."

"He has been doing things that challenge my bottom line, so I declare that as long as I am still in this position, Courtois will never be able to step into the Belgian national team!"

"He should understand now that he has been evicted, so he should take his belongings and go back home!"

After these words were spoken, the reporters in the audience all looked shocked, as if no one knew about this.

But how is that possible?
  It's just a pretense for the occasion.

"The team had a difficult first half, but we brought everything back in the second half and did not let these sinister villains succeed. This is what I am most proud of."

When Wilmots said this, he smiled and turned to look at Chen Yufeng next to him, "And Chen Yufeng's performance, I don't know how to praise him. This is simply amazing."

"Do you think he is a superstar?" a reporter asked.

"Of course, this is an undisputed point." Wilmots raised his eyebrows and said: "I am annoyed by the way the media looks at players. You always assign a player a points system."

"What kind of championships do you win, how many points you have, how many consecutive seasons you have scored in double figures, you have double figures in assists, how many points you have, and then in the end you use this to judge whether you are a superstar."

"This is obviously unreasonable, especially for Chen Yufeng. He no longer needs many years of training. His performance is obvious to all."

"Why do people still think he needs seniority? Do active players need to be ranked based on seniority?"

Wilmots is a straight man who never skimps on his praise and dares to confront the media.

If you couldn't hear his voice before, that's because he didn't achieve anything.

Now, having reached the semi-finals of the European Cup, he certainly has some say.

"Chen, many reporters have posted pictures online. You, Nainggolan and others entered the locker room carrying sticks, while Mr. Wilmots and other players were locked outside. What is the reason for this?" the reporter asked.

"At halftime they said there was a nasty rat in the dressing room."

Chen Yufeng frowned and said exaggeratedly: "This rat is so outrageous that he even tore our shoes and other items into pieces and made the entire locker room a mess."

"So I prepared to go in with Nainggolan and the others to clean up. In my hometown, there is a saying that closes the door and beats the dog. You can also replace the dog with a mouse. The main reason for closing the door is to prevent it from running out."

"Are you referring to Courtois? Relevant reports say that Courtois appeared in the team today and has been sitting in the team..." The reporter continued to speak, but was interrupted by Chen Yufeng hurriedly waving his hand.

"You don't want to slander people, how can we attack people." Chen Yufeng showed a smile, "We can talk about something else."

"Okay, what are your expectations for the semifinals?" A reporter had no choice but to ask.

"The expectation is naturally to get tickets for the final. Now that the team is complete, I believe we can do it."

Chen Yufeng thought for a while, and then said softly: "Also, of course it is the confrontation with Cristiano Ronaldo. I have been looking forward to this day for a long time."

(End of this chapter)