Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 110: The German turn price is finally released, Wilmots’s attention (please vote for me)

“Pizza!”

"Mr. Ranieri is going to spend money again, hahaha!"

The next day, the entire Leicester City team was once again enveloped in an atmosphere of joy and came to the team canteen.

Another clean sheet in a game, and it was time to fulfill the pizza that Mr. Ranieri promised them.

Perhaps because he discovered how difficult it was for the players to make it by hand last time, Ranieri did not choose to let them make it themselves this time.

He simply bought many portions at the pizza shop and placed them on the table in the team cafeteria.

The players are naturally very happy, and pizza represents a special meaning to them.

Everyone, regardless of taste, was having fun while eating and looked very happy.

"Okay, now we can probably change the target."

Ranieri looked at the players and also smiled, "Forty points have already been obtained. Everyone has done a good job. It is very worthy of celebration."

"But for a whole season, this is obviously not enough. There are still more challenges waiting for us."

He looked around and continued: "So, I have thought about it. If we can get 65 points by the end of the season, this may be relatively stable."

"This will be the team's biggest goal going forward."

"At the same time, there will be no shortage of pizza in every clean game. I hope everyone can continue to strive for clean sheets and get another six or seven clean sheets by the end of the season."

"That's all I have to say, enjoy your meal."

After Ranieli finished speaking, he left with his hands behind his back with a happy smile on his face.

The team's winning streak during this period has a great impact and motivation on everyone's mood.

This was a kind of ease and smoothness that he had rarely experienced before, as if things were supposed to develop this way and everything went naturally.

Players who are not easy to lose, strong support from the boss, love from the fans...

This gives Ranieri more room to display, allowing him to better apply what he has learned to this team and help this team in all aspects.

At least in terms of stability and player cohesion, Ranieri feels that he has done a good job.

Next, it’s time to prepare more and hit a better ranking...

Perhaps, when Ranieri accidentally saw the current standings and the points ahead of Arsenal, he would also have an expectation in his heart.

But in the end, he still doesn't want to have high expectations.

The hard life has really gone on for too long, and it’s too scary.

He was afraid that after having some expectations, he would face greater disappointment.

"How many points are there now?"

Mahrez asked enthusiastically after Ranieri left.

Chen Yufeng did a simple calculation while eating, "54 points."

"Already so much?"

There was some surprise on Mahrez's face. He is a game fanatic. He just wants to play the next game well and looks forward to every challenge.

But such detailed scores are rarely calculated.

"This is already much higher than the score we had last year when we were relegating."

Next to him, Vardy's cheeks were bulging and he looked like he had eaten a lot. "It's really unimaginable that we can get this score in 21 rounds."

"Do you think we have a chance to win the championship?"

Thinking of the seventeen rounds left and the team's recent state, Mahrez finally asked tentatively.

Upon hearing his words, all the players were slightly stunned and stopped their movements.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Finally, it was Captain Morgan's burst of laughter that broke the awkward atmosphere, "It's better to take your time as Mr. Ranieri said, and don't think about that."

The other players were still stunned for a few seconds, as if they had not yet reacted to what Mahrez had just said.

When they came to their senses, they all nodded heavily to what Morgan said.

Perhaps, like Ranieri, this group of Leicester City players who are used to hard times will not have high expectations of themselves.

Before they succeed, they will not believe that such a lucky thing has happened to them.

Countless blows have already penetrated their minds, making their hearts as cold as steel.

This is something they never imagined.

“De Zhuan’s latest net worth is out!”

After a while, Drinkwater, who had been playing with his mobile phone, shouted.

All the players were stunned for a moment, then immediately took out their mobile phones, logged into the official website of Dezhuan, and searched for the name of Leicester City.

"It's unimaginable that the total value of our team has increased from 700 million euros to 400 million euros!"

Soon, Captain Morgan shouted loudly, and everyone else who heard this was also excited, speeding up their movements, wanting to go in and take a look.

This feeling of overall improvement will undoubtedly make each of them feel fascinated.

This is the result they have achieved personally for more than half a season. They have changed the doubts and at the same time increased their own value!
Let their entire team benefit!

"Kante, 800 million euros! This is the highest value in our team!"

Soon, as Mahrez's shouts rang out, everyone else looked at Kante in surprise.

"The Wall of Sighs is well-deserved! It seems that the data clerks at Dezhuan are quite knowledgeable!"

"Hahahaha, I didn't expect that our Kanter would win the championship first!"

"How do you feel about the interview?" "Can you sign Kanter's autograph for me?"

Suddenly, countless sliced ​​pizzas were pointed at Kanter, as if they were imitating a reporter interviewing him.

All Leicester City players expressed their congratulations to Kante in this way.

Their overall vibe is great and doesn't make anyone feel uncomfortable.

Kanter quickly showed his white teeth and smiled shyly.

He actually didn't expect that he would be the fastest growing person here.

"Well... I actually feel that Yu Feng is the one with the highest net worth."

Kanter was interviewed by a group of 'reporters' and finally said these words shyly.

"Harmful! Boring!"

Mahrez picked up the phone and said: "Let me see how much our late-blooming old guy will be worth this time."

With everyone's expectations, he took one last look at Chen Yufeng, but was interrupted when he was about to make an announcement.

"Okay, 2000 million euros."

Chen Yufeng had already raised his phone and told everyone what he saw with a smile.

Seeing this number that he had never dared to imagine before, Chen Yufeng couldn't help but breathe a little faster.

Because of his age and first season, his worth is definitely incomparable to players with the same statistics.

The first is the issue of stability, which cannot be considered for him. His explosive performance in only one season will definitely not be well trusted.

Secondly, age is naturally the most important. In fact, except for those already famous superstars, in today's football, 30-year-old players still cannot be sold for much money.

Especially now that there is no serious premium in the Premier League and players are all on the low side.

However, these problems are naturally not what Chen Yufeng is worried about.

Seeing his updated net worth for the first time gave Chen Yufeng a clearer understanding of what kind of player he is in the eyes of commentators.

This gave him a clearer sense of his current value and a clearer direction to catch up!
No one would dislike this feeling.

"Oh! It's taller than I thought."

Mahrez came over and patted Chen Yufeng on the shoulder, "How are you, veteran, are you discouraged? Do you feel that your current performance should be higher?"

"will not."

Chen Yufeng shook his head and said with a smile: "One day they will mark my worth in the hundreds of millions."

"Hahahahaha..."

Hearing what he said, the other players immediately thought he was joking and laughed along with Mahrez.

Obviously, everyone thinks this is unrealistic.

…………

And when Leicester City was advancing all the way in the league.

Brussels, Belgium.

In a secluded manor, Wilmots, then the coach of the Belgian national team, received a phone call.

"Hello, what's the matter?"

Wilmots picked up the phone, walked out of the house, and walked on the lawn.

"That Chen you mean?"

He quickly understood the purpose of his visit, and then chuckled, "Yes, many people have been talking to me about him these days, especially you guys in the Premier League."

"Yes, De Bruyne and Hazard both mentioned that there are not many players who can give me advice together."

"I have been studying his tape to observe the possibility of him fitting in with this team. We do have more options at the forward position, but he does have the ability."

Having said this, Wilmots nodded silently and said with a smile: "Okay, maybe when the next international match day comes, I will recruit him to try."

"Of course, this is our golden generation, and the best opportunity is waiting for us. We must try it in the European Cup in June this year."

"Okay, bye, Alderweireld."

"..."

After hanging up the phone, Wilmots took a walk in the manor again, then walked into the house and sat in front of the computer, looking at some related information about Chen Yufeng again.

This year can be said to be a year of talent explosion for Belgium.

All Belgian stars playing overseas have performed very well.

Hazard, Lukaku, De Bruyne, Mertens, Courtois, etc...

As a former member of the national team, Wilmots certainly knows what this means and how heavy the task is.

Therefore, you must be careful when choosing people!

After investigating Chen Yufeng's various data and making a unified summary.

Wilmots still couldn't figure out why a player whose statistics could only be said to be balanced in all aspects had such an explosive record...

"How about if you have time, we can really recruit it and give it a try. What if it works well?"

Looking at Chen Yufeng's astonishing data, Wilmots finally licked his lips, showing a somewhat greedy expression.

After all, just looking at the data, this player is simply too good...

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