Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 208: Lifting the veil of the cold and cruel world and seeing that bright smile (please vote for me)

"Yufeng!!"

A shout came from the players' tunnel, and Vertonghen rushed over at full sprint speed, spreading his arms towards Chen Yufeng from a distance.

"Yeahhhhh...!!"

The cheers of the Belgian fans continued, and countless people turned their attention to Vertonghen and punched him wildly.

At this moment, Vertonghen seemed to be carrying the emotions of all Belgian fans. He rushed towards Chen Yufeng with great excitement, leaped high and rushed towards Chen Yufeng.

Vertonghen was relatively tall and heavy, and he almost knocked Chen Yufeng down.

"Hahahaha!"

The two burst into laughter, and Vertonghen even felt like crying with joy, "Are we going to the final? Is it us?"

"It's us!" Chen Yufeng hugged Vertonghen tightly and slapped this innocent player who was injured in today's game with his right hand.

All the Belgian players put aside everything else at this moment and rushed towards Chen Yufeng with shouts.

"Yeahhh!!"

Mr. Wilmots was no exception at this moment. He rushed out from the coaching bench, followed by countless substitute players.

"Chen Yufeng, you are simply my god!" Lukaku was the fastest one. He quickly surpassed Wilmots and came to Chen Yufeng's side first.

This is a carnival for the Belgian team, and this is another rebirth after they were put to death.

It can be said that Chen Yufeng's goal directly reversed all Belgium's disadvantages and made them the winner!
  This is a winning goal!
  "Raise the flag! Don't you love raising the flag? Raise it, raise this ball again, Chen Yufeng is offside!"

Carrasco, wearing a substitute vest, came to the side of the linesman and waved angrily at him, "Why don't you lift it up? Kang is busy! You can lift it up!"

"Blow the whistle! Foul!"

What was unexpected was that even Mertens, who had always had objections to Chen Yufeng before, actually shouted and approached the referee directly on the field, "Do you like giving penalties? Keep giving them!"

This is a very abnormal move, but it also shows that his emotions were aroused with this goal.

This was not only a moment of carnival for the Belgian team, but also a moment for them to take out the anger they had suffered in this game. Everyone was shouting to vent their anger.

The scene suddenly became chaotic, forcing the referee and linesman to dodge their eyes and step back, and even the courage to take out the cards no longer existed.

"The goal is in! Chen Yufeng's goal in the [-]th minute! The Belgian team leads three to two!"

From the CCTV commentary seat, He Wei's passionate voice sounded, "This is a winning goal! After experiencing ups and downs, the Belgian team finally overtook the score!"

"This is really very likely to be the goal that finalizes the final victory. Even if the Belgians only have ten people at the moment, the encouragement brought by the goal will definitely make them excited to complete the final defense!"

"Chen Yufeng stood up again! This is a superstar-level performance! This is a goal worthy of competing for the Puskas Award!"

"It's so beautiful. We must congratulate the Belgian team at this last moment. They played a hearty game and some factors off the field did not interfere with them!"

"..."

In the square outside the stadium, the screen is still delayed at this moment, but fans from both sides here have already heard the sound in the stadium.

They suddenly became nervous. The fans on both sides held their hands tightly and looked towards the field.

"Nani! He still wants to break through! If he falls, is there a penalty kick?!"

"No, the referee signaled that the game should continue. The Belgian team attacked and Chen Yufeng received the ball! He rushed to the Portuguese team's backcourt with the ball."

Listening to the constant excitement from the commentary and watching Chen Yufeng's unstoppable breakthrough on the screen, the Belgian fans opened their mouths wide and involuntarily thought of a possibility...

Could it be that...Chen Yufeng scored a goal in one go?

Many people covered their faces, their legs trembling with eagerness.

"No! No! You can't tell us what will happen!"

The Portuguese fans were completely panicked, and the dense defensive presence in the backcourt was their only comfort at the moment.

Shouldn't this be possible?
  Chen Yufeng has the ability to dribble and break through, but his physical fitness has never been very good. He can't say that he still has the physical strength to cross the entire court in [-] minutes, right?

That's not him!

Then, everyone began to listen to the voice of the commentary, and their eyes were fixed on the figure of No. 6.

"One, Two, Three...Four!!"

"He's still going on, is he still going to pass people by? Oh...!!"

"José Fonte was unable to resist, and Patricio also fell to the ground! Ouch!!"

“Gooooooaaaaallll…!!”

As the final shout sounded, all the Belgian fans in red at the scene spilled their beers into the sky and jumped up and down with excitement.

Their mood, which was originally at the bottom of the valley, suddenly rose to a climax at this moment!

"The referee won and Portugal lost!!"

"Keep calling!"

"We are going to the finals! Chen Yufeng!"

"Just put together a team. Can't the put together team be unable to beat your traditional giants? We are leaving!"

"Ten of them were beaten by eleven and they were killed... No! Hit by seven and one was killed in reverse. Will you guys kick him!"

"Keep the victory! We are going to the Stade de France!"

"..."

Everyone shouted at the Portuguese fans on the opposite side. The latter group quickly fell into silence. Everyone's faces instantly turned green, and they squatted down in disappointment with their heads in their hands.

The sight of Chen Yufeng celebrating with the Belgian team and the constant noise in their ears impacted their minds over and over again, making them feel that the whole world had collapsed. It was a two-to-two tie. One man was sent off from the opposite side. Portugal was defeated?
  "God……"

"If according to your instructions, the Portuguese team cannot advance, then why can't we be eliminated early? We have to make it difficult to get to this point. When the situation was great, we were dramatically ended by our opponents."

"This is not the way you should choose. This is painful and hellish for us!"

A Portuguese old man held the replica European Cup winner's trophy and shed tears of reluctance on the spot.

If the old people are like this, the young people will be even more broken.

They have faith and they have watched this team come all the way.

We are just one step away from the championship, do we have to choose such a painful ending?

…………

"Beep!"

At the Grand Stade in Bordeaux, as the referee blew the whistle to restart the game, the fourth official on the sidelines also raised the time limit for stoppage time.

Two minutes of stoppage time in the second half, this was the Portuguese's last chance.

"Oh!"

José Fonte kicked the ball towards the frontcourt with some confusion, and then dragged his weak body towards the Belgian backcourt, wanting to participate in the attack.

Chen Yufeng had no intention of charging anymore at this time and hurried back to help the team defend.

Portugal's bombardment began. If they couldn't score in the last two minutes, they would have the most painful way to leave.

"Kick the ball into the air! The higher and further away, the better!" Chen Yufeng shouted. In fact, even if he didn't say it, the Belgian players also knew it.

Now, stop thinking about what you have and what you don’t have.

There are only one hundred and twenty seconds left. A big kick to clear the siege will most likely take seven or eight seconds.

When the opponent stops the ball and then moves to the frontcourt to create an opportunity, twenty seconds may have passed.

"Bang!!"

"Bang!!"

Crosses one after another were passed towards the Belgian team's penalty area, but they were cleared one after another, or kicked directly in the direction of Patricio.

Time, in this way, came to the real last moment quietly.

The anxious Portuguese team even asked goalkeeper Patricio to come out and directly participate in the frontcourt attack.

"Oh!"

As Nani passed the final pass from the wing, the players on the Portuguese bench suddenly looked into the penalty area with wide eyes, expecting that man to save them.

"Oh!"

Unfortunately, Chen Yufeng jumped up high and flew away with his head when the ball was directly returned to the defense at the front point.

The referee looked at his watch at this time and put the whistle into his mouth.

"No! We still have one more chance to attack, you can't blow the whistle now!"

Edel on the Portuguese bench, a very young and very impactful player, is squatting on the ground with tears streaming down his face.

"Beep! Beep! Beep—!"

But how could his wailing be heard by the referee, and how could it block the fact that time was up.

As three long whistles sounded, the semifinal battle came to an end.

The full score was three to two!

Belgium got the first place in the finals!

"Yeahhhhhh...!!"

The crazy shouts of the Belgian fans rang out again, and all the substitute players and coaches rushed to the court again at this moment. Most of them rushed directly to their winner Chen Yufeng.

"Do not……"

Sitting on the sidelines of the court, Portuguese teenager Edel suddenly felt empty in his heart, as if something destined to be destined had suddenly disappeared.

"The game is over and the Belgian team has entered the final!"

In the CCTV commentary seat, He Wei gathered his emotions and gave his final commentary, "Congratulations to them, and please allow me to say that paragraph again."

"Who said the world is cold and cruel? Just like the Belgians today, as long as you have a firm belief, be fully prepared, and maintain a high morale!"

"Maybe this world will lift its cold veil and reveal a bright smile!"

"This game was cruel, cold, and even angry for the Belgians, but they still made it to the end and got the ticket to the final that countless European players dream of."

“If you are the final winner, then all the hardships you experienced before success will become your best conversation material, the most amazing story, and the most admired or loved experience in your future chats. "

"Football is not about the strong winning, but about the winner surviving."

"We can no longer discuss the strength of this Portuguese team versus the Belgian team, the match between them is over."

"In a few days we will see Belgium again in red at the Stade de France."

"Congratulations to them, and congratulations to Chen Yufeng!"

　Yeahhhh, Ohhhh, Gaaaooool, this is definitely not a water word count, brothers, no matter how long this is, consecutive words repeated will only count as 1 word.

　　It's just my writing habit. I hope to describe the sound of the fans celebrating so that everyone can feel more involved and understand.

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)