Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 133 The story of Ranieri’s khaki suit, the final battle at Wembley Stadium (please vote for me)

In London on March 3, the weather was no longer so cold.

Pedestrians no longer need to wear thick cotton-padded jackets, and can walk on the street in just jackets and long-sleeved suits.

London is an international city and a city of football.

Arsenal, Chelsea, Tottenham Hotspur, West Ham United, Crystal Palace, Fulham, Queens Park Rangers,

Countless famous football teams exist here, as well as Wembley Stadium, the greatest stadium in the world.

This is definitely a football city.

Today, although the Premier League schedule continues, fans wearing the jerseys of these teams can no longer be seen on the streets.

The dark red belonging to Liverpool and the blue of Leicester City appeared in this city, and people wearing these clothes rushed towards the same destination - Wembley Stadium!
Today's London belongs to Liverpool and Leicester City. They are about to start a real battle here, the League Cup final.

In the busy streets, you can't be sure which car contains the League Cup trophy, which will be transported to the stadium together with the engraver who will carve the name of the championship team on site.

For fans of both teams, this is no longer a cold day, but a hot day.

The game will soon officially start at 02:30 an hour later, and then the winner will be decided at 04:30, and the cup-raising ceremony will be officially held at five o'clock!
Everything will happen today, and both of their teams have a chance to win the final trophy!

Having come this far, no one wants to end up with failure!
But football is also cruel, and they must be mentally prepared. One of them will definitely leave the field lonely later, and there is a 50.00% chance that it will be them.

No one wants their emotions to be like this later. They all must pray with a pious heart today that their home team can win the final championship trophy!

"You'll Never Walk Alone...Rodgers and Hammerstein...When you walk through the storm...!!"

Before entering the stadium, fans from both sides sang the team anthems of both sides outside the stadium.

First of all, it’s the fans of Liverpool. “You’ll Never Walk Alone” is a team anthem that resounds in football circles around the world.

Everyone knows that he belongs to Liverpool, to this team with a deep heritage.

This song carries countless legendary stories, countless legendary resumes and championships. Liverpool fans hope that it can also give the team motivation today!
They prayed to the gods in the history of the team, and maybe they could see team founder John Holding looking at them from behind, Bill Shankly with a cigarette in his mouth turning his head with a cold gaze, and the recently retired Gerald was standing by their side again!

On the other side, Leicester City fans were also unwilling to be outdone.

"When you are smiling...!"

"The whole world smiles with you...!"

A familiar melody sounded among them, and everyone prayed for the team with pious expressions.

They don't have many legendary superstars or figures, and they don't have a history full of glory and honors.

All they have is a pious heart and a group of players who are unwilling to accept their fate!

Also, fans and believers from all over the world are joining us on this road!

They carry the hopes of ordinary people, and they are more like a people's team!

Since the finals were tied before the game, each team received more than 3 tickets. Today, they will completely divide the stands into two equal camps and line up for a duel.

As for whether there will be fewer people for the two teams, or there will be no tickets sold out?

Sorry, this will never happen.

Today, at least 2 fans of the two teams who did not have tickets came here by train and stood outside the stadium to cheer for their teams.

They plan to watch the game in a nearby square for a while. As long as they are closer to their team, they will not feel empty.

"Ha!! Ha!! Ha!!"

Before entering the stadium, the fans on both sides had already started to fight.

They are distributed in the open space around Wembley Stadium, often hundreds of people forming a collective, staying with people from the same camp, and constantly provoking opponents' fans.

They want to overwhelm their opponents in terms of momentum!

At this moment, they are more like a grenadier phalanx in the late ancient Middle Ages. They are neatly dressed, hundreds of people forming a phalanx, and are making final preparations to charge in formation!

As for the players on their team, they are the Dragoon Legion standing behind them, sharpening their swords and walking towards this side, ready to take advantage of the chaos and rush into the enemy camp to kill!

Football is modern warfare!

Not long after, they headed towards the greatest stadium in the world that once had 24 fans watching the game.

…………

"Buzzing..."

Sitting on the swaying bus were all the players from the Leicester City team.

Some of them wore headphones and closed their eyes to adjust their mentality, while others looked out the window and stared at the busy traffic in London in a daze.

The upcoming finals gave everyone a lot of excitement, but it also gave them a lot of pressure.This is a final that they have never experienced before, a crucial game that everyone has never played, and it will also be played in the place they most dream of!
The opponent is the English giant team Liverpool!

Although they say they have an advantage in the league with one win and one draw, in this kind of final, the opponent will definitely not be the same team in the league.

They have more experience, are more mature, and are more confident in this kind of competition.

And they were more like naked Spartan warriors, launching a naked charge with sharp blades!

However, they are not afraid!
Success is right in front of them, and they will try their best to prevent the opportunity of winning the trophy from slipping away!

The bus continued to move forward and soon arrived around Wembley Stadium.

Looking at this magnificent giant stadium in front of them, this place engraved with countless legendary histories, everyone's eyes suddenly showed a hint of yearning.

From the moment they made up their minds to become football players, they all yearned to play in a place like this!
Every player's eyes revealed a hint of determination, looking forward to ending this legendary journey with a victory!
Going closer, they saw tens of thousands of fans gathered around the court, and saw countless flags of the two teams waving at each other, giving them a sense of atmosphere before a decisive battle.

"call……"

Emotions have been aroused, and everyone's breathing has become rapid.

Chen Yufeng, who was still sitting in the back row of the bus, was looking towards Wembley Stadium, slightly absent-minded.

From a mascot that no team wanted, to here, he can say that it took him a year.

But it can also be said that it took me 18 years.

After countless wanderings, at this moment, the same trigger he pulled when he was a teenager fired a bullet, hitting him between the eyebrows.

This bullet was definitely different. It did not knock Chen Yufeng to the ground. After it hit his head, it exploded instantly and turned into countless colorful ribbons, falling from around him.

Taking a final deep breath, Chen Yufeng closed his eyes to regulate his nervousness.

The final is also the first time for him.

Not long after, the bus pulled into the parking lot of the stadium, and the players then sat in the locker room.

Everyone said nothing and walked towards the court with firm eyes.

After a 15-minute warm-up, they returned.

Ranieri changed his clothes today. He no longer wore the dark blue suit he wore before. He changed into an old khaki style.

This suit looks a bit older and is not a fashionable product of the past few years.

Pulling his tie, Ranieri didn't talk about football with the players, but about himself.

A faint smile appeared on his face, as usual, "This is a suit I had when I was at Chelsea. It looks a bit old."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

There was a bit of bitterness in the corner of his eyes, and he smiled as much as possible and told everyone: "At that time, this was the latest suit style in Europe. My wife specially found an Italian designer to design it for me."

"At that time, I had a feeling that the hard days were finally over. Do you understand?"

"I had been struggling for many years before that. The moment I stood at Chelsea, I thought I was not far away from success."

There was a trace of nostalgia for the past in his expression, "I happily told my wife that I will wear this fashionable suit, stand on the podium symbolizing honor, and bear my name forever. It’s engraved in football.”

"After so many years, my name may indeed be engraved in football, but it must be prefixed with the tinker."

Ranieri took off the jacket of his suit, leaving only a vest and lining on his body. "I actually never wore this suit again."

"I wore it today."

He lifted up this old khaki suit and showed it in front of everyone, "This clothes that I haven't had the courage to wear for more than ten years is getting older like my face, but I still want to wear it today." Get on it.”

"Because it contains my hopes and the wishes I made when I was young."

"Just like you guys, who didn't have the temperament of a gangster when they were young, dreaming of becoming the boss in a place and leaving their own legend forever?"

Ranieri smiled, tears shimmering in the depths of his eyes, "You can't see the young me anymore, but you can see it."

"I will stand on the sidelines wearing a vest and shirt. If you win the championship, I will wear these clothes and celebrate with you."

"I hope you can do it."

After saying the last sentence with a slightly trembling voice, the old coach turned away emotionally, as if he didn't want to hand over his weak side to the players.

All the players had perseverance on their faces. They carried the faith and obsession of so many people today, and this will be their motivation.

They must strive for victory, for themselves, for this team, for Ranieri, for Mr. Vichai, and for the fans around the world!
Not long after, the referee's urging whistle sounded outside the door.

Ranieri pretended to sneeze and put his hand on his face, wiped it up and down, then turned around and said with a smile: "Come on, kids."

(End of this chapter)