Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 267: Vardy gives in to Chen Yufeng who kneels down to his old club one after another (please vote for me)

"World wave! This is a world wave!"

"Chen Yufeng played a perfect Champions League debut!! Leicester City also played a perfect Champions League debut!"

"Three to zero!"

"It's so beautiful! A wonderful volley from outside the penalty area and scored! Chen Yufeng's volley shot is amazing!!"

In the CCTV commentary seat, Zhu Xiaoyu shouted again, passionately delivering commentary to the audience in front of the TV, "Before the first half was over, Chen Yufeng scored twice!"

"This gives me some hope. Can he complete a hat-trick in his first appearance in the Champions League?"

"What a magical player. He has performed at an extremely high level in every first game he played for Leicester City!"

"Club Brugge obviously cannot adapt to the intensity of last season's Premier League champions, nor can they resist Chen Yufeng's sharp offensive attributes!"

After saying this, Zhu Xiaoyu suddenly felt a little hot in his body.

This is the UEFA Champions League, the most competitive competition in the world...

This is different from the league. Many forwards who score about 20 goals in a single season in the league may not necessarily score more than 5 goals once they play the entire Champions League schedule.

Who could have imagined that Chen Yufeng could easily score 2 goals in the first game. This must be a king-level performance.

If he maintains this state and goes further with Leicester City, it is not impossible for Chen Yufeng to score double figures in his first Champions League season!

With anticipation and excitement, Zhu Xiaoyu continued to read.

At this time at the King Power Stadium, Leicester City players had already begun their own celebration.

Vardy, who had just been dragged to the ground, stood up excitedly, and Mahrez quickly turned around and rushed towards Chen Yufeng.

"Two goals, you can always hit such excellent data easily and freely!" Vardy came to Chen Yufeng's side, clenching his fists and looking very excited.

He and Chen Yufeng bumped chests, with some envy in their eyes.

"The most irritating thing is not that he played so easily, but that this ball cannot be counted as an assist for me." Mahrez shook his head regretfully, but then he celebrated with his teammates.

If his shot just hit the goalpost and doorframe and bounced out, and Chen Yufeng hit the ball into the net, it would be considered an assist.

But once it hits the goalkeeper, it can’t be counted.

"Hat trick! Let's have one!"

"Yufeng! I hope you will wear the hat in this game! Let's see! That will be the most perfect ending!"

"What ending? Can you put the prefix 'this game'? Are you cursing Chen Yufeng that he will never be able to score a goal or assist after finishing this game?"

"Hahaha, I didn't mean that!"

"Come on! Keep coming! We still want to see the goal! No matter who it is!"

"..."

The Leicester City fans in the stands cheered excitedly and expressed their wishes to the players below.

Chen Yufeng and others looked at their appearance and made an OK gesture, indicating that they would strive for it next.

Even if the fans don't say it, they definitely take it to heart.

"Pass the ball to me, Mahrez!"

When returning to his position, Chen Yufeng smiled and asked: "If you want to get assists, just pass the ball to me."

Mahrez rolled his eyes in mock disbelief and returned to his seat.

After the ball was re-entered, Brugge's players were completely numb and did not know how to organize an effective counterattack.

This is a sign of not losing confidence. In more than 30 minutes, no one can stand the loss of three goals in a row.

At this moment, even Bruges head coach Predholm, who was on the sidelines of the court, became silent and sat in the coach's seat and stopped talking.

He even planned to bring on a few substitute players in the second half to let them exercise and find their feet.

Usually when the game reaches this point, it's time to consider giving up.

Let alone equalizing the score, even if the main focus now is to prevent Leicester City from scoring another goal, they may not be able to do it.

"Alas..." A long sigh sounded from the Bruges coach's seat, and several people around him also lowered their heads.

They didn't have the shame to return to Belgium, and they didn't know how to explain it to the fans there.

On the court, the game continues.

Leicester City did not slow down its pace, nor did it carelessly press out to play, but still resolutely implemented defensive counterattack tactics.

This time, Brugge's players behaved and no longer had any thoughts.

They only left three players in the frontcourt to try to attack Leicester City's defense, and the remaining seven players stood at the back.

If Leicester City was not ready to come out, they would not be in a hurry and would just pass the ball in the backcourt to kill the time of the game.

"Yuyuyuyuyuyu...!"

Not long after, the King Power Stadium was filled with boos from fans from both sides, and Brugge's expeditionary force also began to boo their home team.

They came from afar and didn't want to see the home team lose their fighting spirit. They were still passing the ball in the backcourt after falling behind by a big score, as if they had given up before halftime was over.

But do Brugge's players have any options?

It seems that there is not...

If you press forward and play, the scene will look good, but the score after the game will not look good. If you take it back to kill time, the scene will not look good, but the score may be better.

Fans' memory is limited for things like scenes.

But the score is different. A tragedy will be remembered for a long time.

"Press out some and hit the front!"

In this case, Ranieri had to let the Leicester City players press forward and engage in positional warfare.

I was actually ready for a positional battle today. Klose started the game, so there was some threat of headers.     “Bang!”

"Oh!"

In the next period of time, headers from the left and right sides continued to pass to the center, aiming for the top of Klose's head.

The Bruges defender did a relatively good job of interfering with his marking, and did not allow Klose to get a good opportunity in a short period of time.

However, as Klose gradually found his form, their defense began to become difficult. Every time, they were forced to use some hand movements, which laid a lot of hidden dangers for the future.

"Beep--!"

After the stoppage time of the first half passed, the referee blew the halftime whistle, and the players from both sides retreated towards the locker room.

Chen Yufeng high-fived his teammates to celebrate this perfect first half experience, and then retreated to the locker room.

"Bang bang bang...! Clang clang clang...!"

When they left the field, the Leicester City fans at the scene beat gongs and drums to stir up the atmosphere in the stadium, seeming to praise the players for their wonderful performance.

Surrounded by this atmosphere, Chen Yufeng and his teammates walked into the tunnel with satisfied smiles and walked towards the locker room.

When he first arrived at the door of the locker room, bad boy Vardy snickered and lay down at the door of the Bruges locker room, hearing what was going on inside.

"How's it going?" Mahrez asked quietly from the side.

"It got loud and there were people smashing things." The smile on Vardy's face became stronger, and he seemed to enjoy the scene.

"Hey hey hey." Mahrez was about to applaud.

At this moment, Chen Yufeng appeared from behind the two of them, one on each side, pinched their necks and dragged them into his dressing room.

This made the two of them feel awkward. They seemed to have forgotten that this was also Chen Yufeng's former home team.

"Wait a moment."

Until Chen Yufeng was suddenly stunned and turned to look at the two of them, "Did I slip and kneel after I scored the goal just now?"

"Yes..." Mahrez nodded, and then his expression became strange.

"Okay, okay." Vardy said with admiration, "This is the first time that you have kneeled down to your old club."

There is something fundamental about morality in football, and players generally choose not to celebrate when scoring a goal against a club that has been kind to you in the past.

There are relatively few people like Chen Yufeng who kneel down to his old club one after another.

"No, I really forgot."

Chen Yufeng scratched his head, "I was so excited after scoring the goal just now that I put everything behind my head."

"Well, if I can get a hat-trick, I will fold my hands and apologize to them."

After the words fell, the corners of Mahrez and Vardy's mouths twitched again.

…………

"Beep!"

"Viewers, welcome back, the second half of the first round of the UEFA Champions League group stage has begun."

In the CCTV commentary seat, Zhu Xiaoyu was making some introductions in the second half, "We saw that Predholm had already made three substitutions before the game started."

"It seems like they are giving up on this game. They have given up hope of victory or a draw."

"First of all, it's Pulan's exchange..."

The words suddenly stopped for a moment, and then Zhu Xiaoyu put the introduction in his head first, "Let's take a look at this cross! Mahrez is looking for the top of Klose's head!"

"The placement is great! Klose!"

"Falled to the ground! Klose seemed to be pulled directly to the ground by the Bruges players!"

"This is a header that must be won. The Bruges players are panicking. Will the referee award a penalty kick?"

Zhu Xiaoyu's voice became more and more excited. Following his gaze, the referee off the court quickly ran to the site of the incident.

"Beep!"

After a slight hesitation, the referee pointed to the penalty spot and awarded a penalty kick.

Penalty kick!

Leicester City gets a penalty kick!

"Ohhhhhhhh..."

The Leicester City fans at the scene shouted directly, and everyone stood up from their seats.

The probability of a penalty kick being scored is about 70%, which almost directly represents a goal.

"The pressure just now was of some use, he almost missed it again!" Ranieri turned around and complained to the assistant coach on the sidelines, then turned to look at the court.

Penalty kicks are generally not taken by the one who takes them. Generally, each team has a first penalty kicker, a second penalty kicker, or even a fourth penalty kicker.

Leicester City's first penalty kicker is Vardy, so he picked up the football as he should, took a deep breath and prepared to go to the penalty spot.

As if he remembered something again, Vardy fell into a dilemma.

He glanced at the goal, then at the Champions League logo on the scoreboard, and then focused on his feet.

Goals in the Champions League are very important.

He desperately wanted to score on his debut, but as someone who had seen things firsthand, he thought of a better way to end it.

As if he was very torn, Vardy walked around holding the football for a few times, then made a decision and turned his body towards Chen Yufeng.

He handed the football to Chen Yufeng, smiled and said: "Want to complete the third hat trick of your career?"

(End of this chapter)