Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 118 The most perfect feedback, the most perfect ending (please vote for me)
Time passed like this minute by minute, and in the blink of an eye it was 75 minutes later.

The atmosphere gradually became tense, and the expressions of the players from Liverpool and Leicester City changed somewhat.

At this time, one goal can change a lot of things.

If Leicester City scores, they can kill the game and firmly nail Liverpool to the pillar of shame once again.

But if Liverpool scores, they will equalize the score and even have a chance to reverse the victory.

The tense atmosphere permeated the field, making everyone dare not be careless and play more carefully.

"Firmino! More dropbacks to receive the ball, allowing the midfielder to pass the ball to the frontcourt smoothly, do you understand?"

Klopp once again stood on the sidelines and directed with passion. The goal just now gave him a glimmer of hope.

And this kind of game with a chance of reversal will undoubtedly make a coach of his character excited.

In the following time, the two teams went back and forth with each other and the fight was very intense.

Game No.706 minutes.

A turning point seems to have occurred.

Firmino once again left the forward position, preparing to drop back to receive the ball, fulfilling Klopp's tactical requirements.

Of course, Leicester City midfielder Kante was not prepared to give him this opportunity, so he ambush him on the side.

"Oh!"

Henderson's pass was quickly sent out and passed in front of Firmino.

Firmino glanced behind him, preparing to see how to pass the ball after turning around.

But as soon as he turned around, he saw Kanter's black face appearing in front of him. This made him suddenly startled and wanted to block his body to protect the ball.

It was definitely too late at this point. Kante's center of gravity was very low and he quickly slipped past Firmino and intercepted the ball.

The chance to fight back is here again!
"Ohhhhh..."

Many Leicester City players stood up and looked at the field expectantly.

Kante passed the ball to Drinkwater, who was in a better position. Drinkwater did not stick to the ball after taking a look, and chose to pass the ball more quickly to Mahrez, who was already rushing forward.

Mahrez, this is always the initiator of Leicester City's frontcourt attack.

His excellent foot skills and football intelligence allow Leicester City to safely hand over all offensive responsibilities to him.

He also tends to finish well.

"Mahrez! Dribbling the ball towards Liverpool's defense."

"Flanagan came on as a substitute to defend him. The young central defender looked very panicked. He obviously rarely plays in such high-intensity games. This is a test for him!"

"breakthrough!"

"Flanagan tripped Mahrez and gave Leicester a free kick!"

Zhan Jun's continuous voice sounded in the studio, and when he said the last few words, there was a smile on his expression.

"Hehehehe." Coach Zhang Lu next to him laughed again, "When you cover up this score, it really feels like watching a game between the two teams."

"It was about the same time, another set piece in the frontcourt."

"Chen Yufeng, this is his favorite opportunity. Let's see if he can bring this game to a perfect end."

"..."

Zhan Jun nodded and smiled bitterly.

As he said after the first goal, the moment of dilemma came.

Should he expect Chen Yufeng to make the free throw, or should he expect him to miss it?
Nothing seems right.

On the court, when he saw Mahrez taking a well-placed free kick, Chen Yufeng's eyes suddenly showed a touch of determination.

He looked back at the fans in the South Stand and gave them a thumbs up, as if to say something.

"Yeahhhh..." The fans in the South Stand suddenly burst into cheers, and in the end the entire stadium erupted in cheers.

They are all sending blessings to Chen Yufeng!

They hope the ball can go in!

After finishing all this, Chen Yufeng turned his head to Klopp as if he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

In the last game, he remembered Klopp's cynicism after the game and the unpleasantness between the two.

Klopp said at the time that he hoped he could score a free kick the next time he faced Liverpool.

At that time, Chen Yufeng retorted, saying that he hoped it would no longer be a draw, but a kill.

Now, the opportunity has undoubtedly come.

Although it wasn't a draw or a win, it was still enough to kill the game.

Seemingly seeing Chen Yufeng's smiling gaze, Klopp's mouth twitched slightly, and then he revealed an ugly smile.

He gave Chen Yufeng a thumbs up, as if to provoke him, saying that you have the ability to punish him.

"What an unpleasant old fellow."

After doing all this, Klopp turned his head and complained.

Somehow, he suddenly felt a little panicked in his heart. This panic only lasted for a moment, and he quickly adjusted it, but it did appear.

"call……"

Klopp took a deep breath, adjusted his mentality, and turned his attention to the court again.Chen Yufeng was also adjusting his breathing at this time. Looking at Mignolet in front of him, the victim in the last duel, he showed a smile.

Mignolet looked very nervous, with panic on his face.

This is indeed true. The goalkeeper who missed Chen Yufeng's free kick will feel this way when he sees Chen Yufeng standing at the free kick penalty spot not far away again.

"Human wall! Move to the right! Move to the right! Move closer!"

"One of the feet is coming down, hurry up!"

Mignolet slapped the wall in panic, trying to seal the near corner.

The last free kick Chen Yufeng took was towards the near corner, which left him with a psychological shadow.

He was mentally prepared, pretending to stand in the far corner to block the far corner when taking the free throw, and waited until Chen Yufeng's ball came out and quickly moved towards the near corner!

"Beep!"

The referee's whistle blows.

Chen Yufeng glanced at Mignolet inside the goal line again.

Seeing the other party standing in the far corner in a panic, he probably knew what the other party wanted to do.

Chen Yufeng finally adjusted his breathing, looked at the football under his feet, and then started to run.

"Hey!" As his supporting foot was crushed to the grass, he waved his left arm high, followed by his right leg swinging back, and then he hugged the football hard, "Bang! "

The football made a very wide arc, flying towards the outside of the goal at first, but then turned violently towards the far corner of the goal.

As expected, Mignolet had predicted the position of the near corner, followed him towards the near corner with small steps under his feet, and placed his focus on his left leg, ready to take off at any time.

Suddenly, his eyes caught Chen Yufeng's huge leg swing when shooting.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a little regretful in his heart, and he seemed to have lost his soul.

really!

The football quickly flew out from the left side of the wall and hit the far corner!

Mignolet was too late. He just made a symbolic save and then hit the ground hard.

As he landed, he closed his eyes in annoyance and squeezed his entire face into a ball in pain.

"Shh!"

It was also during this process that he heard the sound of the football hitting the net, and then heard the deafening shouts of Leicester City fans, "Yeahhhhhh...!!!"

As he fell to the ground and opened his eyes, Mignolet saw his teammates looking at him, their eyes filled with confusion and pain.

I also saw Chen Yufeng rushing to the fans' stands on the sidelines and celebrating wildly.

“Goooooooaaaaaaalll…!!”

In the commentary area on the sidelines, the iconic long sound of the commentator from the South American region sounded, shouting the words that symbolized indescribable passion to the last breath!

"Wonderful goal!!"

The British commentator was also very excited at this time and shouted this sentence with an passionate tone.

The free kick directly scores the goal, which is undoubtedly very exciting and difficult!
No one would like to see this kind of goal!
"He scored again! Chen Yufeng's fifth free kick goal this season! His free kick was so accurate!"

Zhan Jun's voice also sounded later, "Three to one! Leicester City has almost sealed the victory!"

"Chen Yufeng's goal told Klopp and the entire Premier League, please don't give him this opportunity, he is fully capable of killing the game!"

"At this moment, he can celebrate with the fans in the South Stand. He really played a perfect ending to the game!"

Zhan Jun shook his head, sighing and smiling bitterly, feeling both sadness and joy appear on his body at the same time.

In the fan live broadcast room, countless barrages were sent out again.

"Another free kick! Leicester City Beckham!"

"No, we can call Beckham the Manchester United Chen Yufeng!"

"Hahahaha! Awesome!"

"Beautiful! So beautiful! At the end of this season, his free kicks will be enough to make a highlight reel! Hahaha!"

"Chen Yufeng has given back to the fans in the best way, and the fans have always supported the veteran in the best way. This really goes both ways."

"The legend continues!"

"..."

On the court, bathed in the cheers of the fans, Chen Yufeng was filled with adrenaline and suddenly felt that he was not tired at all.

He waved his hands wildly, and after sliding to his knees in the corner flag area to celebrate, he climbed directly over the billboard and came to the South Stand of Leicester City.

The fans were very close to him at this moment, and Chen Yufeng could guarantee that these fans could see his face that turned red with excitement.

Suddenly, Chen Yufeng remembered Dzyuba's celebration after scoring the goal in the 18 World Cup.

Perhaps because he felt that he could vent his emotions in this way, Chen Yufeng took a long breath and suddenly stopped in place. He held his forehead with his left hand and quickly waved his right hand beside his head in a military salute!
"Yeahhhhhhh...!!"

The Leicester City fans shouted again at the right time, and everyone's eyes were filled with fanaticism.

Looking at the figure celebrating passionately under the court, they fell into madness again.

Three to one!

They killed the game!

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