Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

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  As everything was finally finalized, the Portuguese players fell down and buried their heads deep in the lawn for a long time, refusing to get up. I don't know how many people shed tears of unwillingness at this moment.

A few people who rarely stood were Cristiano Ronaldo, Patricio, and José Fonte. They were all Portuguese players who performed well today.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I should have stopped him in the last one."

Patricio, the best goalkeeper in this tournament so far, finally couldn't resist the surge of emotions and knelt down on one knee and cried.

He covered his face in self-reproach, then began to tear off his gloves and threw them heavily to the ground.

"I really should have stopped him, I shouldn't have eaten those two Akira." Patricio pursed his lips and shed tears in pain.

Ronaldo walked towards him and patted him on the shoulder, "I don't blame you for that ball, nor do I blame anyone else."

He has taken on the role of the soul of the team, just like Bayern Munich was defeated that year. In the end, only the old captain Lahm could stand on the spot and help up his teammates who were lying on the ground.

At this time, he is no longer the child who liked to cry when he was young. At the age of thirty-one, he cannot cry anymore, but should be more responsible.

Whether it's the glittering Golden Globe Awards or the increasingly vicissitudes of his appearance, he has become more mature.

But how could he really feel better in his heart?

The honor of the national team is a hurdle that he will never be able to overcome.

This time he reached the semi-finals and failed to win. He doesn't know when the next opportunity will appear, maybe not until he retires.

"you're right……"

Chen Yufeng's words seemed to ring from his ears again, this time with a bit more forbearance and firmness than before.

This superstar, who has spent more than ten years in a painful career and only came into people's view this year, finally used his super personal ability and a sudden breakthrough to send them out of the European Cup.

Ronaldo didn't know how to describe his mood at this moment. He only knew that he should probably stand and comfort his teammates.

José Fonte on the side did not cry or speak. He just stood there blankly with his hands on his hips, looking at the Belgian fans.

He has completely lost his mind. All the sounds in his ears are no longer clear, and the carnival Belgians will not attract his attention.

More people lined up on the ground, twitching their bodies with no visible expressions.

This scene is the last scene of the Portuguese team.

They have the best team configuration and the best superstars in the world.

Unfortunately, they fell on the road to the semi-finals and did not reach the final European Cup final.

Victory belongs to Belgium.

…………

At the post-match press conference, Santos and Ronaldo of the Portuguese team came here again.

The expressions of both of them were not very good, and neither of them could express any smile or calmness.

They have to come, because that will allow the media to make more outrageous speculations and reports, and give others more reasons to criticize.

"We lost the game, Mr. Santos, how do you feel now?" A reporter came up and started poking at Mr. Santos' heart.

Santos was stunned in place, silent for a long time, and then came to the microphone. "The losing side must be in a bad mood, but we accept this defeat. Congratulations to the Belgian team."

"Cristiano, do you still remember what you said before the game, or do you still admit it?" A reporter began to take care of Ronaldo again.

Cristiano Ronaldo didn't taboo anything. He nodded and puffed his cheeks, then came to the microphone, "There are countless losers in football, big and small. The loser is indeed a loser. There is nothing to explain."

"I admit that our performance today was not as good as the Belgian team, but this is not a reason for us to give up the pursuit. We only lost this time, not everything."

"I still have many things to do, such as the Champions League for my club, the individual Ballon d'Or, the European Golden Boot, etc. I will win them back elsewhere."

"I look forward to the Belgian players meeting us in the Champions League and giving me another chance to revenge and win."

His answer was indeed in line with his character, and the reporters at the scene were no exception.

After hearing the last sentence, someone asked, "Can you tell us who you are referring to specifically? Who do you most want to meet in a club game?"

"Chen Yufeng, Leicester City." Ronaldo said it directly without any hesitation, and then added: "Of course, the premise is that they can go to the place where they can play against us."

He is still very confident, even a little paranoid and arrogant.

This is the accumulation of countless honors. He is used to the feeling of winning and has the lowest expectations for his opponents.

He longed to meet Chen Yufeng in Real Madrid, but felt that Leicester City could not reach the stage of playing against them.

"Don't you admit your personal failure?" A reporter discovered the loophole in Ronaldo's words and continued to pursue this point, "You have been talking about us, not yourself."

"I admit that we lost this game. His performance was better than mine and the goal was more important."

Cristiano Ronaldo's expression was visibly impatient. He almost tried to maintain his composure and replied: "But I don't think I'm worse than him. This is impossible. Can you understand?"

"I understand." The reporter nodded and sat down without saying anything more.

"Mr. Santos, what do you think is the probability that the Belgian team will eventually win the European Cup?" A reporter from other media stood up and asked the head coach Santos.

"It's hard to say. I don't know. The teams entering the finals are all [-]-[-], and there is no obvious difference between strong and weak." Santos shook his head and did not elaborate on this issue.

The old man looked very haggard. When he spoke, he would only stare at the tablecloth in front of him and would not look at the reporters.

"Last question, Cristiano, how long do you think it will take for Chen Yufeng to become a top player like you and Messi?" A reporter once again asked Ronaldo a provoking question. "He needs to win the Champions League and more other championships, and he needs to win the European Golden Boot and the individual Golden Ball."

Ronaldo raised his head this time and said confidently: "These are just the basics."

"Thank you for your answer. It's a pity that you didn't defeat the Belgian team. We will see you at the World Cup in two years."

A reporter stood up to summarize and bid farewell to the two.

Other reporters also stood up and gave these two a final round of applause.

It's time for Santos and Ronaldo to leave the field, and Wilmots and Chen Yufeng are waiting behind them.

But the two of them seemed to be frozen at the same time. They sat there in a daze for a few seconds before turning around and walking away.

If you have to find one sentence to sum it up, they don't want to leave the Bordeaux Stadium and are unwilling to accept the fact that it has happened.

When Santos and Ronaldo staggered towards the outside, Chen Yufeng and Wilmots also walked in.

Here, Chen Yufeng finally passed by Ronaldo. The two did not turn to look at each other or say anything, they just lowered their heads and walked in different directions.

But the two of them knew in their hearts that this contest had already ended, and they would wait for the next time.

That may not be too far away, how can two top players bypass each other on the top stage.

"Goodbye." Chen Yufeng murmured in his heart, walked to the press conference, and accepted interviews with the media as a winner.

"Goodbye." Ronaldo gritted his teeth and muttered silently in his heart. His whole mind was filled with the desire to win. He wanted to win everything and everyone.

But this time, he could only leave the Bordeaux Stadium as the loser and get on the plane back to Portugal.

He could only wait for the next opportunity.

This might become his nightmare for a while, because he doesn't accept that he will lose.

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"Oh oh oh oh oh oh... oh oh oh oh...!"

Not long after, in the Belgian team's locker room, Wilmots and Chen Yufeng returned from the interview and joined the crowd in celebration.

Everyone gathered together and danced the magical dance they had danced before again.

Lukaku, who had been replaced earlier today and still had plenty of energy, was standing directly on the table, singing and dancing, swaying his hips and waist, full of coquettishness.

"Hahahahahaha..."

Everything seemed to be forgotten, and all that remained was the joy of celebration.

"We're in the finals! At least we're in second place!"

"What are you cursing? Don't talk like that, we will be the final champions! Don't let yourself get angry!"

"Wuhu! We can win this, I don't know what games we can't win!"

"We are the strongest team in the European Cup!"

"FIFA ranks first, and we deserve it!"

"..."

Since this period, the Belgian team has indeed basically ranked first in the FIFA national team rankings.

Their points are very high, surpassing all teams in the world, but they just lack results to prove themselves.

If they can succeed this time, not only will they secure the number one spot, they will also shatter all doubts and become the well-deserved number one.

Mr. Wilmots danced with the players for a while. He seemed a little tired. He wiped his sweat and sat on his seat, looking at the players with happy smiles.

This team is finally back to normal...

Isn't this the Belgium team of his dreams?
  Thinking about it, he also turned his attention to Chen Yufeng again, with a smile on his lips.

Whether it's helping him clear out Courtois or helping the team score so many key goals.

Chen Yufeng's influence on this team is undoubtedly huge!
  Without him, this team might not exist.

Now, let's attack towards the final championship. Whether Germany enters the finals or France enters the finals, they will not be afraid!
  After getting to this point step by step, who dares to say that they don't have the strength to be a champion?

Come on, let everything come harder, the Belgian team can catch it!
  They are the best in every aspect!
  "Yufeng!"

Wilmots shouted with a laugh and waved towards Chen Yufeng.

"What's wrong?" Chen Yufeng turned around and smiled as well.

He has been immersed in the atmosphere of celebration and is in a very good mood at the moment.

"It's nothing." Wilmots saw Chen Yufeng's face, but he didn't know what to say.

He hesitated for a moment, but finally made the common move and gave Chen Yufeng his thumb.

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(End of this chapter)