Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 318 Fireworks set off, Chen Yufeng’s target! (Ask for monthly ticket)

"Horichette...!"

Ranieri, who is usually very steady, after seeing this goal happen, he put his hands together and put them in front of his face, making an astonished expression.

Faced with this kind of picture, who can really find an adjective?

It can only be said that this is a moment worthy of constant recollection. Ranieri will remember this scene for many years to come.

In 16, Porto, Portugal, fought against the enemy at the Dragon Stadium.

Chen Yufeng descended from the gods, scored 9 goals in 5 minutes, completed the fifth exam, and ruled the world!

In terms of high-spiritedness, it is no less than the times between Mourinho and Wenger!

"I love football so much! It's so fucking charming!"

Steve Walsh ran up from behind, hugged Ranieri's back tightly, and shouted wildly: "Fuck the game, we are here to enjoy the goal feast!"

"I really thought that no one would ever accomplish the miracle that Lewandowski once accomplished." Ranieri was almost knocked down by Walsh, but he still laughed out loud.

"Yeah, so I didn't lament Chen Yufeng, I just lamented the charm of this sport."

Walsh danced and said: "You never know what will happen at the next moment, and you can never predict what miraculous feats a player can accomplish!"

"With 5 goals now, how do you know whether Chen Yufeng will score 6 or 7 goals in the future?"

"He always keeps moving forward!"

"Seriously, if he can stay in this state, as long as the draw is better, we may be able to enter the Champions League final!"

In fact, there is nothing wrong with what Walsh said. After entering the knockout rounds, on the one hand, it depends on whether the players can hold their breath, maintain their confidence, and perform in good condition.

Another aspect is the drawing of lots.

The butterfly effect and causal effect brought about by drawing lots are very huge.

"Don't think about it if it's too far away, just enjoy the moment!"

Ranieri raised his hands and smiled, imitating Chen Yufeng who was celebrating.

If it weren't for his age, he would really rush to the sidelines and celebrate with Chen Yufeng.

Of course, since Walsh mentioned this, Ranieri will definitely still think about it deep in his heart.

Champions League final?

This goal...

Is there really any hope?

Objectively speaking, Leicester City's current lineup is very strong and well-integrated, and the players' fighting spirit is also very high.

Although facing every European giant, they are definitely the weak side.

But can you really pat your chest and say that there is no one they can defeat?

Can't you tell?

This 442 formation did not have many formation changes and interruptions during the game, and the game was relatively traditional.

However, tradition also represents stability and the lower limit.

As for the upper limit, it depends on the player's status.

Can you really tell what formation and countermeasures can completely restrict Leicester City's tactics and render them unable to fight back?

impossible.

Even if the wealthy teams will work hard on offense, they will tear apart your defense through quick transmission, local cooperation, and the personal abilities of the players.

But what about the defense in the backcourt?

Who really dares to slap their chest and say that our defensive team will definitely be able to limit Leicester City's offensive line?

"That's impossible, even if you can limit it very well, you only give three shooting opportunities in a game..."

Ranieri murmured, with some fire of desire rising in his eyes, "Then Chen Yufeng may penetrate your goal twice or even three times."

"None of us will be afraid of going to the knockout rounds."

The efficiency and upper limit ability shown by Chen Yufeng in this game really gave Ranieri confidence.

This is the fifth child to pass the exam!

This means that in certain games where Chen Yufeng has a strong desire to compete, it is really possible to perform miracles!

Just like he is doing now!

Steve Walsh on the side turned to look at Ranieri, not sure what the latter had just said.

He could only capture the blazing fire in Ranieri's eyes.

…………

As Leicester City's cheers gradually came to an end, the dissatisfaction erupted by the home team Porto fans gradually became clear, until the entire stadium was enveloped in noise.

"Kick the ass!"

"Dismissed!!"

"Everyone, go home and leave! You don't deserve to play at the Dragon Stadium! You don't deserve to wear Porto's jersey!"

"The number of times Porto has won the Champions League ranks first in Europe! We are a wealthy team, not a weak team!"

The Porto fans were completely shattered. Countless people stood up, pointed at the players and made crazy accusations.

The more rational fans spread their hands and started to leave early.

In order to express their dissatisfaction, those who stayed later rebelled collectively, pretended to laugh, nodded and applauded Chen Yufeng and others who were celebrating.

"it is good!"

"Leicester City, two more!"

"Destroy these cowards! Let Nuno go home and rest! He has no ability at all!"

"Come on! Leicester City!"

"Beautiful! Chen Yufeng!"

"..."

This is a crucial battle, a battle that has a long history. Both teams came to the stadium with the intention of settling scores.

It stands to reason that no matter how frustrated and angry the fans are, they should not do this. It is no different from supporting a mortal enemy.

But it was precisely because the game was too critical and the relationship with Leicester City was so tense before the game that they made such a move.

Sometimes, crazy love will turn into crazy hate in an instant. This is an equal substitution, from one extreme to the other.

The Champions League was about to be eliminated, the team was defeated, and Leicester City found the field, giving them five loud slaps in a short period of time.

All these things come together to make it impossible for all of them to stay sane!

Off the court, Porto's players were instantly overwhelmed by the abuse. They walked toward the frontcourt with their heads lowered, and their legs were already a little weak.

No one spoke as before, their hands were still hanging down, and even their shoulders seemed to have slipped a lot, as if there was some heavy pressure on them.

In the coach's seat beside the pitch, Nuno's people are no longer visible in the marked area.

Only if you look closely can you see that Nuno buried his head in his clothes, closed his eyes and raised his head towards the sky. The whole person looked very abstract.

Is he looking towards hope? Or are you escaping reality?

Nobody knows.

Others only knew that he would not be too happy after the game.

"Beep!"

The referee then blew the whistle to start the game.

After the kick-off, Leicester City slowed down slightly and controlled the rhythm of the game.

Keep attacking, keep trying to score goals, that's for sure.

But they also have to be smart and don't need to put too much wear and tear on their bodies.

They want to finish this game without any consumption!

The goal has been achieved!

Every subsequent punch may cause Porto more pain!

On the other side, Porto's players no longer had any counterattack organization. When they got the ball, they started to pass the ball aimlessly and were ready to delay the game and wait for the end of the game.

If you go out and play again, what else can you do besides being continued to score goals?

If the same style of play as before is still maintained, let alone 5 goals, even if the opponent hits 8 or 9 goals, it is still possible.

In order to avoid a bigger tragedy, Porto players learned wisely, even though they could still hear the boos of many fans.

"Whoosh...whoosh! Whoosh...whoosh!"

Not long after, an extreme fan organization from Porto even threw fireworks and incendiary bombs onto the stadium, causing the situation on the field to instantly become chaotic. Large swaths of smoke spread to the entire venue, and many advanced machines in the venue immediately began to operate in unison, trying to remove the fog so that the game would not be affected.

But there were too many people throwing, and the security did not restrict them all at the first time, but still allowed these fans to succeed.

"Beep!"

The game had to be stopped and they had to wait until the smoke cleared before starting again.

"Fortunately, Porto raised the fence today. Otherwise, the people entering the stadium might not be fireworks and incendiary bombs, but Porto fans." Mahrez walked to Chen Yufeng's side.

Chen Yufeng smiled and nodded, "It's okay for them to come down. We should be able to run back to the tunnel quickly."

"But if the game ends early because fans come in and I lose my five sons, I swear I will be pissed to death."

After hearing this, Mahrez couldn't help but look Chen Yufeng up and down, focusing on Chen Yufeng's right leg. "How did you practice? Are your legs full of chips?"

"Why do you always hit those opportunities when you face them?"

"I feel like you are a high-speed machine."

"Stop talking nonsense, where are you now?" Chen Yufeng smiled, pointed at the fireworks in the stadium and said, "If you have such leisure time, why not watch the fireworks."

"Looking at the fireworks, do you think we are Materazzi and Rui Costa?" Mahrez approached Chen Yufeng, imitating the famous picture in football, and put a hand on Chen Yufeng's body.

"Of course not, we are not opponents."

Chen Yufeng smiled, took a step to the right, and dodged Mahrez's hand, "Don't be embarrassed, watch the fireworks carefully, don't imitate others."

"Hahaha."

Mahrez turned his head to where the fireworks were going off, in Porto's half.

Of course, these fireworks were not thrown by Porto fans at the visiting fans. They still had a shred of sense in them.

In other words, having fallen behind 5-0, their current anger is no longer with the Leicester City players, but with their own players.

"I understand." Mahrez suddenly looked enlightened.

"Understand what?"

Chen Yufeng did not look back, he was still staring at the fireworks and fog floating in the sky. Against the green background, these fireworks looked particularly romantic.

Of course, he can appreciate this scene as it should be, and record it together with the first five sons in his career.

In other words, Chen Yufeng can regard the fireworks as a celebration for himself, and he deserves this.

This is definitely shameless, and if outsiders find out, they will definitely laugh, but sometimes people have to find some fun in their lives.

"You're saying that the two of us will have a brilliant career like Materazzi and Rui Costa."

Mahrez put his hands on his hips, his face full of longing and expectation, "Put aside some things, both of them have extremely successful careers."

"Hahaha……"

Chen Yufeng first pretended to laugh a few times, then turned around and walked away. He turned around and said, "No, we will be even more legendary."

"You old guy."

Of course Mahrez at this time couldn't understand Chen Yufeng's true yearning. He could only shake his head and point at Chen Yufeng and said with a smile: "Daydreaming."

"Yeah, I like being a big dreamer."

Chen Yufeng turned back again and added: "But all my dreams have come true."

"Okay." Mahrez waved.

The two men returned to their positions, the game then resumed, and the Portuguese fans who had just set off the fireworks were asked to leave the stadium.

This can only be regarded as a small episode and does not mean anything.

The game continued like this minute by minute. The Porto players who returned from the break seemed to have found a clearer goal and frantically set up their buses to defend.

Sometimes when an offensive opportunity comes, they also throw in a small wave of troops to symbolically attack. They don't rush forward too aggressively, but more just give an explanation to the fans.

"Beep--!"

Not long after, the first half of the game ended amid boos from Porto fans.

Fortunately, Porto did not concede another goal and they still had time to make adjustments in the midfield.

Unfortunately, they conceded too many goals early in the first half, which made their hopes of qualifying very slim.

At this moment, the Porto players, who don’t know whether they are rejoicing or lamenting their misfortune, are actually losing money.

When a team's goal is not to concede another goal, they've already lost everything.

The most important thing for a person is not to lose heart or ambition, and the same is true for a team.

There is no doubt that after today's game, the headlines of the entire European media will be occupied by them and Leicester City.

However, for Leicester City and Chen Yufeng, it was a glorious moment and an enjoyable moment.

And for them, it was a moment of execution.

…………

In the Leicester City dressing room.

"We Leicester... are invincible!" Second captain Morgan stood on the table, dancing excitedly.

The other players sat in their seats with excitement on their expressions.

Five to zero!

Although it was Chen Yufeng's fifth son who passed the exam, as witnesses of this scene, they would still lament their luck!

"It's time to set our sights on the knockout rounds, and it's time to prepare for those wealthy teams to come to our King Power Stadium to suffer."

Chen Yufeng smiled and encouraged, "In the six group matches of the Champions League, we still got 15 points despite malicious penalties and one loss!"

"Come on! Keep fucking them in the second half!"

"Oh...!" Leicester City players waved their hands excitedly and echoed.

They surrounded Chen Yufeng in the middle, like stars holding the moon, holding the brightest pearl in their team.

However, Chen Yufeng's high profile did not last long.

"In the second half of the game, I am going to give the young players some opportunities. Yufeng, the perfect half has passed, and it is time to enjoy the applause of the fans."

Ranieri walked in and tactfully informed the news of Chen Yufeng's replacement, "I believe the Porto fans will also applaud you, if they are generous."

There was laughter in the locker room, and Chen Yufeng also laughed.

Of course, there is no regret for this. All the anger was vented in the first half, and he has no regrets anymore.

Resting well and getting ready for new challenges and taking this team to the next level is definitely the best way to go about things.

If you continue to play, there is a slight chance that you will get kicked...

"Then I can only leave the responsibility of scoring goals to you."

Chen Yufeng spread his hands, looked across the faces of the Leicester City players, and joked: "I scored five goals by myself. With so many of you, you have to score three, right?"

"I didn't go out for the second half of the game. I just sat in the locker room and judged whether you scored a goal based on the size and duration of the fans' cheers."

"Come on, don't let me down."

He needs to take a good rest. It is best to lie completely in the locker room, close his eyes and enjoy it.

After this game, he will leave this stadium.

But the beautiful memory of the first time in his career that five of his sons were admitted to the imperial examination will definitely remain here.

Here he also has the pleasure of killing his enemies with his own hands!

Catch Porto and do it!

"Don't worry, Captain!"

"Come on Leicester City!"

"We can do this!"

The young players roared. Looking at them, Chen Yufeng looked pleased, smiled and nodded, patting them on the shoulders.

He hopes to hear a few more cheers in the locker room and hopes to get a bigger score in the end.

Come on...

(End of this chapter)