Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 138 Why do we love football so much!This is football! (Ask for monthly ticket)
"Fox seemed to want to try at the last moment. He threw the ball to Chen Yufeng."

"Chen Yufeng turned around and broke through with the ball. He seemed to want to rely on his own personal ability to launch the final charge."

"Time is really running out and this could be Leicester's last chance or two."

"Chen Yufeng, there is determination in his expression."

"..."

On the court, under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of fans, Leicester City's No. 66 player took the football and launched an impact into Liverpool's penalty area.

He is definitely not the best dribbler in this game. At least Mahrez and Coutinho's dribbling is better than him.

He's not the fastest guy either, he's just a veteran who just emerged this season.

The resolute figure appeared in front of all Leicester City fans, and they raised their heads again.

"Lovren! Guard him and don't foul!"

Goalkeeper Mignolet's voice sounded, and he was afraid that the team would give Chen Yufeng another free kick at the last moment.

They just need to hold on to this attack firmly and then win the trophy.

No one wants to cause trouble at this time.

Chen Yufeng took the lead and rushed towards the penalty area step by step. In fact, when Lovren reached his side, he could no longer run at all.

Feeling the feedback from his body and his jersey and shorts washed away like rain, he stood there with the ball.

The scene froze for a while...

Chen Yufeng gasped and didn't know how to complete the breakthrough.

With just one kick, Lovren could come up directly to steal the ball and declare the end of the game with a big kick.

Lovren was also keeping track of Chen Yufeng's movements and did not dare to step forward rashly.

The two faced off near the penalty area line. At this time, Chen Yufeng raised his right leg and swung it left and right, deliberately creating an unpredictable feeling.

Lovren stood there. After waiting for a while, he finally couldn't hold back his breath. He stepped forward and stabbed the football with his right foot.

Chen Yufeng's expression suddenly showed a look of surprise. He quickly moved the football to the left, preventing Lovren from succeeding, and at the same time he swung the ball away a little.

Thank God Lovren gave this opportunity...

Looking at the far corner of the goal with his peripheral vision, Chen Yufeng knew that this was his last chance and the last chance for this team this season.

He raised his left arm, used the last bit of strength on his right leg to swing back, and then kicked the outside of his instep toward the bottom of the football.

This was the shot he risked everything on. If he didn't score, he would have no choice but to accept the result with his teammates...

"Bang!!"

A heavy sound sounded, and the football was like an arrow from the string, sweeping towards the goal in a violent arc.

At this moment, all other movements of everyone in the audience seemed to be still, and their eyes followed Chen Yufeng's final blow.

Everyone saw it. It was a shot from the outside of the instep. The football spun rapidly in the air and flew towards the far corner of the goal.

Along the way, the football first passed Vardy, who was ducking and ducking, and then passed over the head of Sakho, who was actively looking for contact, and then flew towards the goal.

Goalkeeper Mignolet looked horrified and dived to the right, using all his explosive power.

In a daze, he seemed to feel his fingers touching the football.

But in a trance, he seemed to feel that it was just his fingertips, feeling the football...

"Shhh!!"

A sound of hitting the net resounded throughout the entire field, and the football flew into the tenth corner of the net after grazing the uprights in the far corner of the goal.

It was just a moment of sluggishness, and then everything on the scene returned to rhythm. All the Leicester City players jumped a little on the spot, and suddenly felt as if there was endless strength in their bodies, and opened their mouths and looked towards Chen Yufeng rushed over.

When Chen Yufeng saw the football touch the net, he felt the pores in his body completely open. It was as if his soul had been extracted from his body, and he rushed towards the side of the court with a ferocious expression.

tired?
He really doesn't know what tiredness is. He only knows now that he may have done something to save the fate of the team!

This goal that coexists luck and strength is definitely the best gift God has given him this year!

"Yeahhhhhhh...!!"

Wembley Stadium, a stadium that has been around for about a century, ushered in the biggest collective cry of the 21st century.

The Leicester City fans stood up from their seats, waved their arms wildly, and let out continuous cheers.

The tears on some people's faces are still there, and they seem to turn into tears of surprise in their extreme joy.

Absolutely flat! !
They beat Liverpool once again! !
Still in the League Cup final, after experiencing ups and downs, it finally ended in a draw! !
This is a goal that Leicester City fans will remember for a lifetime, he saved the team!

"Yeahhhhhh...!!"

Until Chen Yufeng took off his clothes and jumped out of the billboard again, the Leicester City fans had not stopped shouting.

They crowded towards Chen Yufeng like crazy and watched as Chen Yufeng came here and raised his No. 66 jersey into the sky.

In the Sina Sports studio, there was a long period of silence.

Zhan Jun looked at the field with an expression of great amazement. He opened his mouth several times, but could not say anything.Zhang Lu, who was next to him, immediately left his commentary position, threw his headset directly on the commentary table, and stood next to the glass waving his hands.

He shouted for Chen Yufeng and Leicester City in a mute voice with a ferocious expression, shouting countless 'yeahs' until his throat felt sore.

"Who on earth can write this script! Can you believe it?! Leicester City used an outside kick to level the game at the last moment!!"

"The game may go into a penalty shootout! This is not what Liverpool people want to see! Their delay just now is more like harming themselves at this moment! It will prevent them from having any time to fight for the lead!"

"Chen Yufeng! This will be the hero of Leicester City fans all over the world tonight!"

"Falled from heaven to hell, and then returned to heaven from hell! Chen Yufeng created an even greater miracle in this game with an outside instep volley!"

"This may be the reason why we love football so much! There are so many stories on this green field that you can't imagine!!"

"..."

Later, Zhan Jun still wanted to explain the narration carefully and said a lot after the initial silence.

After finishing speaking, he took off the headset and came to the glass with Zhang Lu, looking at the grand scene in the venue.

The emotions of fans can be generally divided into two types, excitement and disappointment, but there are different strong and weak feelings due to various reasons.

At this time, the feeling of disappointment was once again transferred to the Liverpool fans. They slumped down on their chairs and had to accept the reality that the game was about to enter a penalty shootout.

One minute ago, they were clearly about to reach the final point of this game, but at this moment they once again had suspense.

Chen Yufeng, with an outside kick, once again pushed the championship they were about to win a little further away!
"Yeahhhhh...!!"

There were shouts from outside the stadium, and everyone could imagine that it was the sound erupting from the Leicester City fans outside the stadium.

They merged with the sounds in the field that had not stopped, forming a new joy.

Surrounded by this atmosphere, Ranieri, who was wearing a suit lining and a suit vest, excitedly pulled his tie off his neck, waving it while rushing towards Chen Yufeng crazily.

Ranieri's face had turned red, and he was taking long steps, like a horse, running towards a place with its tail swung.

Soon, when he arrived at the place where the players were celebrating wildly, Ranieri did not take into account his own demeanor or any other baggage, and directly swooped into Chen Yufeng's arms.

"You are literally my savior!!"

After holding it in for a long time, Ranieri roared and said this.

Chen Yufeng smiled and hugged Ranieri.

Not far behind them, Klopp raised his right hand and tugged hard on his beard, as if he wanted to confirm whether the ups and downs in front of him were true.

After feeling the pain, he looked towards the Leicester City players celebrating on the sidelines. When he saw Chen Yufeng's back, there was a hint of sigh on his face, and he nodded slowly.

As for the Liverpool players, they were all sitting there with regret at this moment, their expressions unable to stop being disappointed.

It was clear that at the previous moment, they were the ones who accomplished the miracle.

As a result, now, they have become their opponents again.

Maybe you can only sigh, this is football...

"Beep! Beep! Beep—!"

During the riot that lasted for a long time, the referee Howard gave no more time.

He didn't even wait for the ball to come out of midfield before blowing the whistle to end overtime.

At this point, this game that has experienced countless ups and downs has finally come to an end.

Penalty shootout!

This is the cruelest way to win!
It may also be the most relaxing way to end the wonderful performance of many draws and wins between the two sides today!
No matter what, now they have to stand at the twelve yard point to see whether they are the hero or the coward.

On the sidelines of the court, players from both sides quickly spread out to determine the order of penalty kicks.

It is very simple to determine the top three on Leicester City's side. Vardy is the first, Mahrez is the second, and captain Morgan is the third.

As for the fourth and fifth positions, it will inevitably be a bit difficult to decide.

"Drinkwater's fourth penalty." Ranieri quickly designated one person, then cast his last gaze on Chen Yufeng, and said longingly again: "Is that okay?"

"can."

Chen Yufeng had no reason to refuse. He was not a weak person.

Failure in basic shooting is not a reason not to take a penalty kick. A penalty kick is the same as a single shot. Shooting skills are not the only criterion for determining whether a penalty kick can be scored.

At this moment, Chen Yufeng's physical emotions were at their peak, and there was absolutely no mental problem.

If the team needs it, he will stand in front of the twelve yard point and try to finally kill the game for the team.

"come on."

Ranieri cast an affirmative look at Chen Yufeng, then roughly arranged the order of the subsequent free throws, and then stood on the sidelines, waiting for the end of the game.

Whether you can wear a suit jacket may depend on this.

(End of this chapter)