Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 107: First-class counterattack, first-class volley to grab points! (Ask for monthly ticket)
"Leicester City! Chance to counterattack!"

"The referee did not blow the whistle to end the game. He seemed to want to wait until Leicester City's counterattack was over before blowing the whistle!"

"Drinkwater is still dribbling the ball forward. His speed is not slow! He passed the center line!"

In the broadcast area, commentators from various countries continued to provide passionate explanations to the viewers in front of the TV.

South Korean commentator Park Sin-hyun is no exception. As a commentator, he must also have professional qualities and follow the game in tone and emotion.

If there are any more sighs and wails, it must at least wait until this wave of attacks is over.

"Drinkwater, this is a player that is easily overlooked in Leicester City's lineup. In fact, his organization and connection in the midfield are very important!"

"While Kanter is mainly responsible for defense, he must take on the responsibility of transporting the ball from the backcourt to the frontcourt."

"Pass to Mahrez, Mahrez faces Kyle Walker's defense! Last time Kyle Walker's foul caused the team to lose the ball, he may have to be careful this time!"

"..."

While Park Sing-sang was talking, Mahrez was already dribbling the ball towards Kyle Walker at high speed off the football field.

Tottenham's defense retreated quickly, as if they did not dare to give Leicester City players too much space and wanted to compress the defense.

"Boom bang bang..."

Mahrez was observing the situation in the middle while dribbling the ball. He was always paying attention to Vardy in the middle and Chen Yufeng in the back.

After discovering that Kyle Walker was trying to grab the ball, he quickly pedaled his bicycle to the right and tilted his body significantly to the right.

At this time, Kyle Walker has only the speed and body. Facing such a nimble player is usually at a disadvantage.

Especially when facing top technical players like Vardy, he often falls into a big disadvantage.

With just such a shake, he surrendered his center of gravity.

"Oh!"

Mahrez then went down to the bottom position. Kyle Walker had a few beads of sweat on his forehead and he tried his best to chase.

"What's his use? He's been broken through again!"

"It's as heavy as a bear! What's the use of having speed!"

"Who is waiting for him to grow up? The competition in the Premier League is so fierce now."

The Tottenham fans in the stands immediately started spraying, seemingly very dissatisfied with Kyle Walker's performance.

Of course, they did not feel that Leicester City's counterattack was very threatening this time.

Crossing the ball to the center should be no problem...

"Oh!"

Just as the Tottenham fans were thinking, Mahrez twisted his body at high speed and passed a falling ball towards the center.

Yes, it's a drop shot, an elevator shot!

Perhaps because it is difficult to control the footwork and strength at high speed, Mahrez's pass is not very comfortable. The ball is fast and the line is floating, falling quickly towards the center.

"Back point, pay attention to the back point!"

Alderweireld in the penalty area quickly shouted and turned to look at Ben Davis.

The football's erratic downward trajectory made Ben Davis inevitably topple.

A handsome figure wearing the white away jersey of Leicester City appeared. He took off first and prepared to volley, but was stunned for a moment because of the line of the football.

But in the end, the figure judged the landing point and kicked his right foot forward.

Stay in the air!

This was definitely a volley that stayed in the air for a moment!
"Bang!" A sound of touching the ball quickly resounded throughout the entire stadium. Amid the horrified expressions of all Tottenham fans, the ball finally touched the net. "Whoa!"

The crisp sound of hitting the net sounded, and Lori was unable to stop the football from entering the net.

This ball was hit so well!
"Yeahhhhhh..."

The cheers of the Leicester City expedition rang out for the second time, throughout Tottenham's White Hart Lane stadium.

It was only then that the Tottenham players discovered that the player who scored the goal was No. 66 Chen Yufeng.

“Goooaaaaaaaaallllllll…!!”

In the interpretation area, exotic customs from various countries sounded again.

The South American commentator put the headset tightly on his face, stretched out one hand, looked intoxicated, and made a long sound.

They love football and they love to score goals.

Especially a goal in such a focus match!

All commentary can be substituted in to bring a first-class experience to the audience in front of the TV.

"Amazing Goal!! How amazing!!!"

The voice of the English commentator also sounded. No matter which home team they supported at this moment, they must marvel at Chen Yufeng's goal.

The shocking emotions were immediately transmitted to the TV through the radio equipment and sent to the ears of every fan.

"Now it's happening again!"

At the same time, Zhan Jun of course also made a very personal voice in the Sina Sports live broadcast room, "Two to zero!"

"Leicester City passed the last chance of the first half, and Chen Yufeng scored another goal!" "They are not going to keep Tottenham clean!"

"Hehe..." Zhang Lu next to him shook his head and laughed, "This seems to be a volley in the air. It is very exciting and the action is very cool."

"This is another goal against the old club. I don't know why Chen Yufeng is so excited every time he plays against Tottenham."

"Hahaha." Zhan Jun turned around and smiled, "You might have to ask Pochettino about this."

In the barrage, countless 'awesome' and '666' crossed again. The two of them looked at the comments that continued to praise Chen Yufeng, and smiled at the corners of their mouths.

If there is one area where the current commentary is different from everyone else, it must be the Korean commentary area where the seats are relatively far back.

"what……"

Park Sing-sun, who was forcing himself to comment excitedly a second ago, finally couldn't help but feel defeated, feeling aggrieved and angry, "What on earth is Tottenham's defense doing?"

"Axi, Kyle Walker was wiped out so easily, and there was no routine in the marking in the middle."

"If you keep playing like this, why don't you go directly to the youth team? There will be no chance of winning the championship anyway, ah..."

Because of Son Heung-min, most of them have become Tottenham fans.

Even if you are not a Tottenham fan, you still hope that Tottenham's results will get better.

Therefore, when seeing Tottenham getting further and further away from victory, Park Sing-sang's anger is not without reason.

At this time, the barrage area was mostly filled with a series of ellipsis expressions, as well as those attacking Pochettino and the team's defense.

The game is not completely over yet. They still have hope for Son Heung-min in their hearts, so they have not spit on him yet.

"What should I do if I lose, Assi..."

But even so, Park Sing-sang is still worried.

Chen Yufeng had another goal and an assist against Tottenham. If Tottenham lost after the game, Son Heung-min would have no data.

He can imagine the public opinion on the Korean Internet...

And on the court at this time.

Under the background of the Leicester City team cheering, there were a group of frustrated Tottenham players with their heads lowered and their hands on their hips.

Their eyes were dull, as if they were completely blinded by these two goals.

"Oh……!"

In the Tottenham fan stands, all the fans immediately covered their faces, showing expressions of pain.

Just now, they felt that this defensive line was trustworthy, at least when it came to defending high-altitude passes.

As a result, Leicester City once again defeated them through counterattack!
The one who scored the goal was the former abandoned general Chen Yufeng again!
Everyone's hearts were filled with anger, and looking at the fat man in the Tottenham coaching bench on the sidelines, he suddenly became furious.

"Pochettino! Please give us an explanation!"

"I have been working together for so long and I was so confident before the game. Why can't I beat Leicester City?"

"Do you still remember that Chen Yufeng was from us before?!"

"Zero to two, how should we explain it now?"

"Chen Yufeng scores a goal and assists. Why did he give such a strong player to Leicester City for nothing? Is your brain stuck with paste?"

"Damn it Pochettino, you should go to hell!"

"What is this kicking? This damn thing is worse than my grandma standing there and defending. There is no order at all!"

"I remember he had [-] goals and nine assists before! Now counting this, he has [-] goals and [-] assists! A double-double!"

"This is definitely one of the most efficient offensive players in the Premier League. You actually terminated his contract, you idiot!"

"..."

Some fans who were relatively close to the Tottenham coach's seat quickly began to criticize Pochettino verbally.

All the emotions they had stored up for a long time burst out at this moment, and they all hit Pochettino.

"Fake!"

This made Pochettino, who was sitting in the coach's seat, quickly become unable to sit still. He stood up with a complaint and walked towards the sideline.

He wanted to open his mouth to encourage the players at this moment, but the curses behind him were so loud and noisy that his mind quickly became confused.

After pacing the sidelines for a few times in discomfort, he returned to the coaching seat with a very ugly expression.

In fact, if you didn't know that there were countless high-definition cameras capturing him at this time.

Pochettino has long wanted to get angry at everything around him and vent his anger.

But he is the head coach of the Premier League. The most he can do is kick a bottle on the sidelines. If he makes the slightest drastic move, he will fall into a storm of public opinion!
This feeling of wanting to explode but not being able to explode is the most uncomfortable!
Pochettino thought he would get heart disease and liver cancer one day because he was so angry that his liver hurt!
"Don't pay attention to what they say, Mr. Pochettino, you obviously lead this team very well."

Next to him, Tottenham's sporting director Frankel comforted him.

Unexpectedly, Pochettino raised his head and gave him a look full of hatred.

Because Frankel, Tottenham's sporting director, was the culprit who told Pochettino that the player was almost useless and suggested that the contract should be terminated...

At this moment, when he heard that Frankel had the nerve to comfort himself, Pochettino gritted his teeth. He had never felt that he wanted to hit someone as much as he did now.

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