Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 108 Chapter 19 Internal strife in the Tottenham locker room, celebration of sliding down to the knees (please vote for me)

After the goal, the referee blew the whistle at the right time to end the first half.

The Tottenham Hotspur players could only return to the dressing room with their heads down and a frustrated score of [-]-[-].

Pochettino also endured the abuse from the fans and walked to the players' tunnel.

1 minute later, in the Tottenham dressing room.

The air was eerily quiet. All the players were sitting there minding their own business. No one was chatting or making a sound.

"Clap!"

After a while, Ali threw the shin guards on the ground, as if venting something.

The few people next to him glanced at him and didn't say anything more, just sitting where they were.

Pochettino quickly opened the door and walked in, his expression a little solemn. He didn't say anything for a while, he just stood there.

In the corner, Son Heung-min felt a little collapsed at this time. He turned up his jersey and covered his face again, unwilling to show his face for a long time.

This kind of atmosphere is enough to make everyone feel torture.

Pochettino finally couldn't help it, opened the door and walked out again, as if he wanted to adjust himself before walking in.

"Clap!"

Ali threw his shin guards to the ground again, and this time he finally spoke, "Why is it that every time Leicester City counterattacks, no one fights back on the spot to delay their attack?"

"So many fans are paying attention to us, are we going to repay them with this performance?!"

"Who are you referring to?" Sun Xingmin suddenly became unhappy. At this time, he was already extremely depressed and quickly replied.

"I'm talking about the entire midfield and frontcourt defense, not targeting anyone."

Ali then spoke, spreading his hands and saying: "Do you think I am only referring to you?"

"Are you defensive? Why do you still complain when everyone is in a low mood?"

Sun Xingmin's voice was not loud, but he was still very excited, "What exactly do you want to do?"

He is indeed a very humble and self-disciplined player, but after so many years in Europe, he knows how to protect himself in the club's locker room.

If you blindly tolerate and accommodate, you will only become the target of bullying by others.

And who else could Ali’s words refer to?

Is it the team's striker, England's local striker Harry Kane?
Most likely, he doesn't have the guts.

Was that referring to himself?Or Erikson?
Neither is possible.

The one I'm most likely talking about is him, the Tottenham newcomer who just came over from Germany.

"If you must think so, then so be it."

Ali shrugged, unable to control himself in his depression, and said something outrageous: "It's like playing shit anyway."

"I don't know what the use of buying it is. It's not as good as leaving the Asian guy opposite."

As soon as his words fell, the expressions of the players in the entire locker room suddenly changed.

Everyone glanced in the direction of the two of them, with a bit of shock on their expressions.

Sun Xingmin sat there with his chest heaving constantly. He didn't speak anymore this time, as if he couldn't say anything anymore.

His performance this season is indeed average, and he feels a bit acclimatized.

It's nothing in itself, just get used to it slowly and give it more time to adjust.

But the appearance of Chen Yufeng catalyzed the expectations of Korean fans for him and put a lot of pressure on him.

Under this pressure, his condition gradually became worse and worse, and he could no longer find himself!
And in this very difficult situation, he didn't expect that his teammates in the locker room would also say nasty things to him!
This made him feel even more heartbroken.

"All right!"

Pochettino seemed to have heard the quarrel inside. He put his hands in his pockets after walking in, and then looked around, "We really played like shit in this first half, everyone!"

"Including my job, which I didn't do well, the whole thing looks like shit, okay?"

After saying this, he glanced at each player's face, and then stood in front of the tactical board, "I don't want to see you like this, cheer up!"

"Even if we lose in the end, we will admit it. You guys will sum it up when you go back, and I will bear the pressure from the fans."

"In the second half, you only have one goal."

Pochettino pointed his finger at Leicester City’s goal and said, “Break their goal!”

"I no longer want to teach Harry Kane how to shoot, teach Eriksen how to pass, or teach Son Heung-min how to pass."

"Keep your pressing tactics disciplined, charge forward when attacking, and break through boldly and confidently!"

"Move through the wings and find space around the center backs and full backs, okay?"

"Come on, Tottenham!"

Pochettino shouted one last time, trying to boost the players' morale and cheer himself up.

In terms of techniques and tactics, he naturally didn't need to remind him too much. These had already been honed in daily training.

What Tottenham players need to change now is their mental illness.

The worry that you won’t be able to play football anymore if you lose a ball!
…………

The second half of the game then began, and Tottenham's players made a comeback after 15 minutes of adjustments.

Pochettino also stood on the sidelines again, standing in front of the coach's seat anxiously and worriedly.

At this moment, he is no longer the confident person he was before the game.

He only hoped that what he said would be a little more effective, awaken the fighting spirit of these players, and try to win back one of them first.

If you can score one, even if you lose in the end, at least it won't be so ugly.

If he really gets a clean sheet by Leicester City, Pochettino really can't think of any reason for him to explain to Tottenham fans.

And Leicester City on the other side.

Naturally, they don't need to make any adjustments, they just need to play their own defensive counterattacks.

Anyway, they have a two-goal advantage, and it's not them who are anxious.

After the start of the second half, Ranieri even chatted with Walsh easily.

"I didn't expect him to have a double-double first than Mahrez. It's really scary."

Walsh once again lamented that as a scout, he always pays close attention to the growth and data of players.

"I don't know how Mr. Vichai feels now when he sees him. He signed it casually, but it turned out to be a thigh."

Ranieli smiled, turned around and teased Walsh again, "Tell me, should you retire? Mr. Vichai can do your job now." When this matter was mentioned, Walsh became angry and boasted Beard glared and turned away, as if he didn't want to talk to Ranieri too much.

Ranieli smiled and turned his eyes to the court again.

The game continued at this time, and Tottenham still launched a fierce attack after the second half.

Through Ali and Eriksson's strong organizational skills, they can even control the ball in the 30-meter area in the frontcourt.

"Boom bang bang..."

The football is constantly passed and transferred by them.

Every attacking player was eyeing the Leicester defence, looking for an opening every time the defense moved.

"Kane!"

Game two minutes.

Ali was the first to try, finding a gap in his ribs and sending a through ball forward.

This caught Leicester City making a formation move and Danny Simpson failed to keep up with the gap left.

"Thorn..."

The sound of a tackle suddenly sounded. Ali saw a dark figure suddenly appear in the passing line and intercepted the football with a sliding tackle.

"Shet!" Ali complained, jumped a little regretfully, turned around and went back to defense.

Six minutes later, Tottenham made a comeback.

Dier intercepted Drinkwater's pass in the midfielder position, and then handed the ball over to Eriksen.

Eriksen turned around and quickly began to advance, not daring to waste any time.

Fight back!

This is a rare opportunity for them who are lagging behind!

There may only be one or two times in a game!

"Charge! Get behind him!"

Pochettino waved from the sidelines to indicate that the two sides were quickly plugged in, with a few glimmers of hope in his eyes.

As Eriksen quickly came to the dangerous area, Leicester City's defense no longer retreated. Kanter moved out to defend to avoid Eriksen's direct long shot.

Others quickly stood in the right position and started to defend, which was very collaborative.

Eriksen took a look, knocked the ball to Harry Kane in front, and then ran diagonally to open up space.

"Bang." Harry Kane's knock back came quickly and passed to the soles of Eriksson's feet.

At this moment, Eriksen observed the gap on the left wing, saw Son Heung-min advancing forward, and prepared to rub the ball toward his ribs.

The moment before he passed the ball, suddenly, another dark figure came out and intercepted the ball first!
It's Kanter again!

Wall of Sighs!

"what……"

This time it wasn't just the Tottenham players and Pochettino, even the Tottenham fans in the stands expressed regret.

Such prejudgment defense really affected their morale.

They simply can't figure out how to pass the ball to a more threatening area!

"Chasing back!"

Seeing Leicester City preparing to switch from offense to defense to counterattack, Son Heung-min, who was originally rushing forward, suddenly sprinted and chased towards the rear.

He wants to use this hard-working performance to prove to Tottenham teammates and Tottenham fans that he is not a parallel import from the Bundesliga.

He wants to do something for this team!

"Oh!"

After Kanter dribbled the ball through the midfield, he passed the ball to Chen Yufeng on the right.

Chen Yufeng took a few steps forward and soon saw Son Heung-min coming up behind him.

He now has no ability to control the ball or dribble, so he can only knock the ball to Kanter who is running next to him.

"Mahrez!"

Kanter shouted to Mahrez on the left, playing psychological tactics again.

While shouting this, he shook his left foot slightly and passed the ball to Chen Yufeng on the right.

"What a ball, Kante!"

Chen Yufeng had already reached the edge of the penalty area at this time, and his eyes lit up after seeing this pass.

He quickly looked back and saw Son Heung-min who was about to pounce.

I also saw goalkeeper Lori who was standing too close to the near corner.

There is no good opportunity to pass the ball now, so why not take a kick...

With this thought in his mind, Chen Yufeng did not hesitate too much and rushed to shoot before Sun Xingmin came, and the outer instep of his right foot hit the football hard.

"Bang!!"

The sound of the ball touching the ball immediately resounded throughout the field. Chen Yufeng watched the football closely, watching as the football bypassed Alderweireld's desperately blocking figure and flew towards the far corner of the goal.

At this time, Son Heung-min, who had just run behind Chen Yufeng, followed the football with his eyes.

Soon, they all saw Lori flying out, the football hitting the net, and the cheering Leicester City fans behind the net.

"Ohhhhhh...!!"

The sound of riots sounded again, and Son Heung-min covered his face with his jersey again and again, not wanting to face what was happening in front of him.

Chen Yufeng, at this time, excitedly rushed to the side of the court, gestured with his hands like two guns, and slid out on his knees.

"BoomBoomBoom!!"

He shouted three times excitedly, and then, under the gaze of a crowd of Tottenham fans, he hugged the Leicester City players who came up behind him tightly.

This was something he had dreamed of for a long time.

Unexpectedly, today, it would be completed in this way...

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