Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 370 Treat everyone to a drink of Qixi! Champions League final! we are coming! (8k)

"Oh—"

"Yeah——!!"

The Leicester City fans in the North Stand once again let out deafening cheers. At the Camp Nou stadium, which was mainly red and blue, only pure blue figures were beating.

This scene is somewhat unexpected, but also seems to be reasonable.

Two to zero...

Seven to zero in two rounds!

Barcelona is happy to announce the 7th anniversary!

What the hell is wrong with this team?
For a time, Barcelona fans were at a loss for answers, and many were so angry that they almost had myocardial infarction.

Now if they want to advance, they have to score eight goals in the next half, and they have to keep the team from conceding any more goals!
How difficult is this?

The increasingly angry Barcelona fans once again vented their anger on the players and coaching staff, and the entire Camp Nou stadium was filled with curses.

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"Congratulations to him! This is his 21st goal in the Champions League this season! He is writing new history!"

Enrique grimaced, put his hands in his pockets, and looked at his players.

Just the appearance of this group of fans can compose a book about the various emotional expressions of people under loss.

This is his beloved Camp Nou, the place where he won honors in the past. On the big screens on both sides of the venue, he can often see the team's past victories over others.

"Who said he couldn't score in the knockout rounds? Who said most of his goals came in the group stage? He only knows how to abuse vegetables and raise fish?"

What's the difference between these people's gestures and their dancing faces in celebration?
But they still can't find a foothold to accuse them. They are commentators and neutral, and they must maintain their professionalism.

After all, his saddest moment was when he was told that after leading Barcelona to win so many championships, a fool could win championships with this group of players.

Although it was protected by soundproof glass, they could guess what these people were talking about from their mouth patterns and body movements.

They reversed Paris and Juventus successively.

But Enrique's emotions are also indispensable.

He is a head coach who is often scolded, so he is not unfamiliar with this scene, and he is not too sad.

"Enrique dismissed!"

This should be from a South American commentator, or from the Latin language department. They like to draw long sounds to introduce goals.

He saw Messi holding his knees with his hands, lowering his head and panting.

Under the digital ratio of zero to two, there is also a digital ratio of a total score of zero to seven.

I also saw Iniesta and Busquets looking helpless, Pique and Mascherano who were ashamed and angry, and Ter Stegen who kept spreading his hands in front of the goal.

"Can Messi stand up? Does the team just want you to lead everyone to play with the wind? When you need to reverse, do you look to Neymar or Roberto?"

"Yufengchen!! The second goal of this game! His goals in the semi-finals have reached four goals! Will there be a grand achievement of completing five goals in two rounds?"

At that time, he thought that the team would advance all the way, step on the dark horse Leicester City, enter the final, and have a Spanish civil war with Real Madrid to decide life and death!

This is the commentary of the Asian country. The fans at the scene cannot tell what they are saying from the shape of their mouths and can only guess by their body movements.

"Go away! I came all the way to support you, hoping you could come out with a comeback, but I ended up watching a shitty game!"

Memories suddenly came to his mind, like flashbacks in a movie.

Zero and seven, these two numbers in football, just pulling out one of them are explosive, let alone putting them together.

Especially those Barcelona fans who are close to the live broadcast stations in various countries are even more miserable.

“Gooooaaaaaaall——!!!”

"There were no surprises! There were no surprises at all in the first round! Barcelona's strength is like this. They are already behind and can't even beat teams like Leicester City!"

But look now, there is only a bright red score of zero to two on the big screen.

"Cai, just go back and practice more! Don't come out and be embarrassed and conspicuous!"

In so many years, Barcelona has beaten many teams with more than eight goals. Is it in the Champions League? Is it in two rounds?

"..."

Not to mention, the miracle at Camp Nou happened here some time ago.

In front of the Barcelona coach's bench, Enrique listened to the noise around him, stood up and stood on the sidelines.

"Chen Yufeng shattered this statement!"

"Fuck off...!"

In the Camp Nou, against the backdrop of jubilant Leicester City fans, the extreme disappointment of Barcelona fans was particularly evident.

Yes, but not during one half-time.

"He told the world with his actions that breaking the single-season scoring record was no accident! Even if he doesn't score that many in the group stage, he can definitely make up for it in the knockout rounds!"

The international customary way of watching games is to show disappointment, holding one's head, making a grimace, pointing at players and coaches and yelling at them, and there are endless cases.

Enrique seemed to have seen the team defeat Athletic Bilbao three to one to win the King's Cup. He also seemed to have seen the league championship won here in the 1415 and 1516 seasons, and the 'Champion' subtitle appeared on the big screen. .

The defeat is obvious.

And he, the defeated general, will face the first major defeat in his coaching career.

Let alone scoring a goal this time, even if it is to defend Leicester City and score another goal, it will be difficult.

"come here."

Enrique waved to a sociable assistant coach, who quickly came over.

He glanced at Ranieri, then put his mouth on the man's ear and said: "Let's negotiate during the halftime break to save some face."

The man was stunned for a moment, looked up and looked at Enrique in shock, and then looked at Ranieri in shock.

He felt that doing so was really cowardly.

But Barcelona seems to be really desperate.

"I would like to advise Chen Yufeng again. According to the saying in their country, be a good person and don't do things to your heart's content. We will all be good friends in the future." Enrique patted this man on the shoulder again. He didn't know where he learned these two sentences. Chinese.

It may be easier to understand and spread proverbs, slang, or short sentences, and everyone knows a few of them from other countries.

"Are there no conditions?" the man asked, seeming to feel that it was not safe.

However, he couldn't figure out what conditions would be used to persuade the other party to stop in this situation. Bribery was definitely impossible. This was not just a moral issue, but a legal issue.

After hearing this, Enrique was silent for a long time, pointed at his face and said: "Damn it, apologize to them, give them a message."

The man looked shocked again, and then retreated sadly.

"Beep! Beep--!!" Two long whistles sounded subsequently, and the first half of the game was over.

The players from both sides walked towards the tunnel. Leicester City were talking and laughing, while Barcelona was silent.

The people sent by Enrique quickly came to Ranieri's side. The two pretended to chat casually for a few words. Finally, after thinking for a while, Ranieri nodded slightly and acquiesced to the request.

It is indeed true to say that you should keep a thin line in your life.

There is no big feud between the clubs, so there is really no need to fight to the death.

Since Enrique has apologized on behalf of others and his attitude is so sincere, let him go... although Ranieri doesn't know what he is fighting for.

However, he knows that through the development and accumulation of honors in the past two years, Leicester City has gradually developed the foundation to become a new giant.

After the end of this year, this team must be facing a personnel reorganization and reshuffle!

Sell ​​a large number of people and buy a large number of powerful players.

This is definitely something that will happen, so good relations with other clubs are essential.

After the conversation with Ranieri, Enrique's envoy ran to Chen Yufeng's side again, preparing to persuade Chen Yufeng.

At this moment, he saw Messi walking to Chen Yufeng's side first.

The two looked at each other, and the original dullness in their eyes disappeared, replaced by a strong smell of gunpowder.

"Stop it, or they will let you go down. Don't do too much at Camp Nou." Messi suddenly spoke up. His tone was normal and his voice was not loud, but his words were very powerful and full of emotion. A very clear threat.

Chen Yufeng chuckled, "You are different from what I learned about you in the media. You and I even talked and laughed together during that friendly match."

"It's just because this time it involves your interests and your face, right?"

"After all, you are the football king Messi that everyone calls, Maradona's heir, and the perfect candidate to help Argentina fulfill its World Cup dream."

"We are all smart people." Messi did not answer directly, but just said this sentence.

"Actually, if I fail to score a hat trick before the 75th minute, I will slow down to conserve my energy and prepare for the team's next game."

Chen Yufeng turned back before entering the locker room and said with a smile: "But now I have changed my focus. I will always chase the goal, even after completing the hat trick."

"As for what you said, go ahead. People often say that at the end of the game against a strong team, a weak team will unleash a lot of potential and perform the last dance. Even if it loses, it will be glorious."

"But you not only proved that Barcelona is the weak team in this confrontation, but also changed the intention of this last dance to a dark one. You will never deserve the title of glory in defeat."

Chen Yufeng turned his head, "Because you lost so completely."

Behind him, Messi suddenly stood there and stopped moving.

Beside him, Ambassador Enrique, who came to persuade Chen Yufeng, was also stunned at this time.

He also wanted to come over and reconcile with Chen Yufeng, but now there is no chance at all?

"Messi..." He looked at Messi with a grimace, but the latter did not reply to him.

After the two walked into the locker room, the man quickly told Enrique the news.

Enrique also looked at Messi deeply, then rolled his eyes speechlessly, and then stood there with his eyes closed without making a sound for a long time.

Good thing or bad thing?

Both sides are superstars with the ability to change the situation of the game.

But Leicester City is already 7-0, 7-0!

What are you arguing with him for?
No matter how much you argue, you will always lose. You might even make them anxious and hit you a few times where it hurts.

The worst thing could be this!

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"Beep!"

Not long after, the second half of the game officially started.

Ranieri and the coaching staff came out, and as he walked to his coaching bench, he glanced at Enrique next to him.

The two looked at each other.

Ranieri didn't say much, he just shook his head helplessly and leaned back a little.

Enrique saw what he wanted to express and suddenly became more depressed.

"If events that provide motivation for Chen Yufeng are triggered every day, and the people who provide motivation appear in front of him, then we don't need any pep rallies."

Ranieri turned around and smiled with the people around him: "This is the best motivation, hahaha..."

Everyone laughed, and then they sat relaxedly on the coach's bench on the court, enjoying the game and waiting for the final moment of celebration.

In the 51st minute of the game, Messi cut in and hit a curve ball. The ball hit the crossbar and bounced out.

This is Barcelona's closest shot to a goal so far!
No matter what, Messi still has strength.

In this year, he used the data of one goal per game to regain many honors and reputations that he had never regained.

He saw that these things were about to be destroyed, so he started a head-on confrontation with Chen Yufeng.

Warn, threaten, or do these things from the perspective of a loser.

From any point of view, this kind of thing is very brainless and stupid, without a foothold, and somewhat ignorant.

This is what people do when they are irrational. Everyone who thinks they are smart will do stupid things when they lose control of their emotions.

This is human nature.

Eleven minutes later, Chen Yufeng also got a good chance for a hat trick.

Leicester City played a very fast counterattack. At its peak, it even looked like a four-on-three game. It seemed that a goal was a certainty.

Chen Yufeng moved forward quickly, and he had already seen the context of the goal.

Drinkwater passed the ball to Mahrez, who passed the ball and followed up with a push to score.

The opponent's defenders will definitely not be able to keep up. If they are defensively outnumbered, they will definitely miss someone.

But in the critical period, due to a millimeter-level offside when Mahrez moved forward, the ball was blown away by the linesman!
One more player was called offside...how annoying must this be?
Chen Yufeng jokingly said a few words about Mahrez and a few words about the linesman, and then he suppressed his depression.

Eight minutes later, Leicester City made a comeback. Albrighton, who started today, broke through from the left and sent a cross. Chen Yufeng, Mahrez and others in the center quickly outflanked and followed up.

After bypassing Chen Yufeng, the football also bypassed Barcelona's defensive players and ran to Mahrez's feet.

I don’t know if this guy didn’t bring his shooting boots today, or if he respected Ranieri’s arrangements in the midfield and let it go when it was time to release it. He directly shoveled the ball away with one kick.

It looks like a tackle, but in fact it's like a tackle to clear the ball... to help the opponent clear the ball.

Chen Yufeng stood beside him speechlessly, slapped his buttocks, and said nothing. "The game passed the 70-minute mark. Leicester City seemed to have deliberately slowed down the pace. Barcelona no longer attacked. They only tried to break the clean sheet and score embarrassing goals in the occasional counterattack."

CCTV commentator Liu Jiayuan could definitely see that Leicester City wanted to stop playing, but he did not say it explicitly. He believed that the audience could also see it, "But we can see that Chen Yufeng's running is still very active."

"This is actually understandable. Every shooter pursues a hat trick! In the Champions League semifinals, completing a hat trick against Barcelona and leading the team to advance is a perfect ending."

"I believe Chen Yufeng is working hard for this, and we sincerely hope he can succeed."

"..."

"Chen Yufeng!"

After a few minutes passed, Leicester City, which was conducting a positional battle around Barcelona's backcourt, got another good opportunity.

Mahrez made a cross at an angle of 45 degrees from the wing, and the landing point was very precise and found Chen Yufeng in the middle.

Chen Yufeng jumped high near the penalty spot, turned his head and shook his head as if looking at the moon to attack the goal.

It's very similar to the football that Zidane threw in the World Cup final between France and Italy.

However, Chen Yufeng seems to be more unfortunate.

The football he threw hit the ball within Mathieu's body control without any bias.

"Get out!" Mathieu quickly moved his right leg forward, trying to clear the ball out of the penalty area.

The ball in football is very fast, and he knows that the turnover rate is very high, but he has no choice.

This will let the ball pass. Is he preparing to shake Ter Stegen and help Leicester City score?
"Bah!"

But the scene that happened next was still the scene that Mathieu didn't want to see the most. He made a save in panic and didn't kick the ball at all.

The football just hit his calf bone and bounced back into the penalty area.

To be precise, it bounced back into Chen Yufeng's control.

Chen Yufeng's eyes lit up instantly. Is this a takeaway delivered to your door?
"Oh!"

He met the ball with his left foot and volleyed it in the air. The football flew towards the goal and hit Ter Stegen hard in the face before he could react.

Didn't make it!

Bounced back into the penalty area!

"Marty..." Pique was about to remind Mathieu to protect the two points, but he saw Chen Yufeng appearing in front of the landing point one step faster.

"Bang!" There was no problem this time. Chen Yufeng kicked the ball into the net.

Ter Stegen had already fallen to the ground during the save just now, and he hasn't gotten up yet.

"Beep!"

The referee blew his whistle and pointed his right hand at the center circle to indicate that the goal was valid.

Three consecutive shots!
Finally scored a goal!
This is a somewhat funny goal, not a pretty one.

But this does not mean that Chen Yufeng's mood will weaken at all!
Hat trick, here it comes!
"Yeah——!!"

Chen Yufeng put his hands to his ears, listening to the cheers of the fans, and ran to the sidelines to prepare for celebrations.

At this moment, the setting sun has completely disappeared, the sky gradually becomes dark, and only the dazzling headlights in the stadium shine on the earth.

This makes this place look more like the palace of Dream Theater, a place that turns countless people into legendary superstars.

There are players from Barcelona's own team, and naturally there are intruders like Chen Yufeng.

Chen Yufeng finally chose a celebration that was both topical and coquettish. He ran a few steps quickly, pretending that he had strained the muscles on the back of his thigh, held his right leg with one hand, staggered a few steps, and then jumped again. Suddenly the scene changed, and the black disco that Morgan had learned was writhing on the sidelines.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

His performance made countless fans and commentators laugh.

I believe that at this moment, all the fans watching this game around the world, as long as they are not Barcelona fans or fans of Barcelona players, will smile knowingly because of Chen Yufeng's fascinating celebration.

He celebrated his first goal in this game in the most exciting way, but ended up celebrating his third goal in a funny way.

A kind of charm shrouded Chen Yufeng's body, making his already star-studded figure even more dazzling.

This is the player who completed a hat trick at Camp Nou...

"Wait, is he laughing at us?!"

A Barcelona fan suddenly realized something was wrong, "He was saying that Umtiti maliciously tackled him in the first round. Not only did he give him a red dot package, but he also had to pretend to be injured for a long time, and finally hit the ball for the first time and blasted the world." Bo! He quickly went to the sidelines to celebrate again!"

The people around him quickly accepted this setting and spread it around.

Soon, everyone in the stadium knew what Chen Yufeng was talking about.

Is he resisting a flagrant foul? In calling for this to not happen on the football field?

Or just to vent your emotions?
This time, even Barcelona fans didn't know what to say to refute.

They were indeed at fault in this matter, and they paid ten times the consequences.

Look at the dazzling eight-to-zero score!

Take a look!

Damn it! !

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Cristiano's single-family villa in Madrid, Spain.

Since the second leg against Monaco is the next day, Real Madrid gave the players a day off today to adjust to their condition.

Cristiano Ronaldo sat with his son Santos, lying on the sofa watching the live broadcast of the first leg of the Champions League semi-finals.

"Messi!"

Santos pointed to a familiar figure on the TV and smiled: "I have met him many times and he likes me very much."

"He likes you because of your father."

Ronaldo smiled narcissistically, which was both joking and narcissistic. After a pause, he asked again: "What's the expression on his face?"

"Disappointment, despair! And, anger?"

Santos turned to his father, eager for praise.

"Yes!"

Ronaldo laughed, kissed his son's forehead, picked him up and tossed him twice.

"I became number one, but he can no longer see it." This is what Ronaldo said while sobbing in an interview.

His father suffered from war sequelae and left many bad impressions on him during his childhood, but he still played football with him and watched his football matches.

After he went to Lisbon, the contact between the two gradually decreased.

Later, Ronaldo joined Manchester United and became a supernova in football. However, at that time, he did not live up to everyone's expectations, which disappointed many people.

It was also during that period that his father passed away.

His father had been hoping that he would get better, but he passed away before that day came.

Therefore, Ronaldo is very, very good to his son, and even dotes on him. He often spends a lot of time with this unexpected child.

He wants to be a good father, spend more time with his children in their childhood, and heal himself.

"They lost eight goals. It was very tragic. It's so normal to make this expression." Ronaldo raised his eyebrows and shook his head. Then he saw the camera turned to Chen Yufeng, "Look who is that?"

"wind!"

Santos got up from his seat excitedly. He seemed to know Chen Yufeng and had watched his games, "YufengChen...Goooaaaalll...!!!"

While imitating the commentary he had heard, he slid out on his knees imitating Chen Yufeng.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Ronaldo smiled, and then his expression became serious again, "If he and his father met in the final, who would you support?"

"Hmm..." Santos put a finger in front of his mouth and hesitated.

"Do you still need to think about it?" Ronaldo asked in disbelief.

"Dad." Santos said his answer.

Ronaldo spread his hands helplessly, showing great dissatisfaction with his thinking.

"I've met Messi, why can't I meet Feng?" Santos asked curiously. He seemed to have a good impression of Chen Yufeng.

"Because he kicked out too late."

Ronaldo could only explain, "It's okay, you can see him after a while."

"You should exercise well and rest well during this period. Dad promises you that no matter whether you win or lose in the Champions League final, I will take you to the locker room to find him, okay?"

"Okay!" Santos raised his right hand, which seemed to be a great temptation for him.

At this time, Ronaldo turned his head to the TV screen again. He saw Kanter entering the center of the penalty area at some point.

"Bang!" The short French welder finally used a very light push to open the ninth scar for Barcelona in the Champions League semi-finals.

"Hmm...that's great."

Ronaldo first lamented Kante's usefulness, and then had to sympathize with the Barcelona players, zero to nine.

Six or seven years ago, this team played a world-famous Dream Three Dynasty. Just three years ago, they still won the fifth Champions League in the club's history.

As a result, at the beginning of this year, he played a dirty trick and got himself into trouble.

Coupled with Chen Yufeng's explosive performance, it can be regarded as a big stick with full charge.

"Barcelona's dominance is going to be gone. I think Neymar Suarez may leave. The era of MSN will not last long."

After watching the game, Ronaldo made his own evaluation. He is an insider and knows football better.

Occasionally, he also thought of the BBC group in his club.

How long will they fight side by side?
What will it look like when they meet Leicester City in the final?

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Barcelona, ​​Camp Nou.

There were only more than 30,000 Barcelona fans left out of more than 70,000, but Leicester City fans remained strong and no one left.

At this moment, Chen Yufeng, Mahrez and others have been replaced.

After a simple moisturizing and wiping, they came to the sidelines and hugged each other, preparing to celebrate entering the Champions League final like a championship!
For a small team, getting here is indeed a miracle.

They fulfilled their dreams! !
A dream that I had never dared to imagine!
Chen Yufeng stood there, waiting for the whistle to blow.

Suddenly a voice came from next to him: "How do you want to celebrate? Kneel down?"

It belongs to Mahrez. This kid seems to be a little nervous now, and his whole body is shaking.

"I don't know, why are you panicking?" Chen Yufeng asked in confusion.

"I don't know, I'm just...excited." Mahrez's voice trembled, and he was in a particularly abnormal state.

Chen Yufeng did not answer him anymore, because he had already seen that the referee had raised the whistle in his mouth.

"Beep! Beep!" After the two whistles sounded, before the third whistle sounded, the Leicester City fans stood up again and shouted to the sky: "Yeah——!!!"

"Beep——!!"

As the final whistle fell, all Leicester City members on the sidelines rushed into the Camp Nou stadium.

They passed through Messi's figure, through Iniesta's figure, through Busquets's figure, ter Stegen's figure, and even the figures of their own players who were still on the court.

"How are you going to celebrate!" Mahrez was still waiting for news from Chen Yufeng.

"I really don't know!" Chen Yufeng also felt an inexplicable emotion welling up in his heart, and his body was trembling slightly.

In desperation, he took off his jersey, swung it in a circle with the wind, and screamed in anger.

Dopamine and endorphins in the brain were secreted crazily, and adrenaline also reached its peak. Chen Yufeng felt an unprecedented sense of relief.

This is a kind of hindsight.

They are going to the Champions League final venue to compete for the final Big Ears Cup!

Next to him, Mahrez followed suit and quickly pulled off his clothes and threw them up. He soon got into his own rhythm.

From a distance, they looked like a group of beasts that had broken through the shackles and rushed into the court, celebrating their victory with various celebrations from all directions.

Many people took off their clothes, and many people shouted wildly.

Many people shed tears secretly on this day, but they didn't dare to admit it when others saw it. It was like the tears they shed before winning the championship were somewhat hypocritical.

"Damn it."

Chen Yufeng raised his head very high. He subconsciously glanced at the setting sun on the roof of the stadium. After realizing that it was gone, he remembered that it had disappeared just now. "We, at worst, are runners-up!"

"Hahahahahaha!"

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ps: Asking for monthly ticket
(End of this chapter)