Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 140 Claudio, you look so good in this dress (please vote)

At this moment, in numerous pubs across Leicestershire.

Fans wearing Leicester City jerseys finally ushered in this hard-earned moment.

Their eyes burst into tears and they rushed out of the tavern, shouting.

"We are champions! Leicester City! Champions!"

"We won! We defeated Liverpool and won the League Cup!"

"Thank God! The championship belongs to Leicester City!"

"..."

As if they wanted to tell the world, they excitedly spread the news and let every fan on the street know.

But where are the people on the street who don’t know yet?

People were either running out of pubs and various stores in excitement, or passers-by were holding their mobile phones and waving excitedly after watching the last moment of the game.

This is definitely a game that everyone in Leicestershire will be watching.

After going through countless hurdles, their team once again reached the League Cup final and faced the giant Liverpool.

This is definitely a moment of honor for the city.

Their team beat so many teams!

Stand out among the professional teams of the entire English Football League and stand in the finals to challenge for the championship!

Who wouldn't read it?
Everyone's emotions had reached a climax when they saw the team score two consecutive goals and lead [-]-[-].

Later, when they saw Liverpool's magical substitutions and tied the score, they fell from heaven again and continued to pay attention in silence.

Until the moment they saw Origi's overtime winner, everyone hugged their heads in despair and truly fell into hell.

They thought the game would be over, that they would lose the game because of the players' unstable mentality in the final.

As a result, there are still variables at the last moment!

Chen Yufeng's desperate curve ball from the outside of the instep was absolutely flat, giving them hope!
Everything ended with Chen Yufeng's penalty kick, and the game officially reached a climax.

"Thum! Thumb! Thunk!"

In countless residential buildings, you can hear their voices jumping excitedly in their homes from the streets, as well as their hoarse shouts.

The entire spotless street was suddenly occupied by blue at this moment, turning into a blue ocean.

"Leicester City! Champions!!"

Excited shouts rang out from all over the city, and countless people cried with red eyes at this moment!

Whether it was the difficulty of the League Cup or the ups and downs of the final, all these plots have catalyzed their emotions and made it difficult for them to extricate themselves at the moment!

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London, inside Wembley Stadium.

Along with all the substitute players in vests and a group of assistant coaches in suits and ties, they waved their hands and rushed to the court like crazy, rushing towards Chen Yufeng who was already kneeling on the ground!
The stadium was completely surrounded by Leicesterians. Their crazy shouts and tears filled the stadium at this moment.

At this moment, all the emotions gathered together and finally turned into a simple word, "We are the champions!!"

Chen Yufeng knelt on his knees. After only holding on for more than ten seconds, he lay completely exhausted on the ground, looking at the sky above the stadium.

Happiness and excitement appeared in his heart together, causing a smile to appear on his lips and blurring his vision.

Champion, the first champion in so many years...

"Ohhhhhh...!!"

As a burst of cheers sounded, the scene fell into a new round of riots.

Countless Leicester City fans broke through the security guards, crossed the billboards and reached the stadium, standing on the Wembley Stadium turf to celebrate.

The Liverpool players and coaching staff on the field had no time to feel frustrated or emotional, so they all rushed towards the player tunnel to avoid anything else happening.

But Leicester City fans are definitely friendly!
After many people came to their absolute hero Chen Yufeng at this time, they didn't even get within five meters!
They left a large open space for Chen Yufeng so that Chen Yufeng could rest peacefully here.

"Crack!"

The drone in the sky quickly captured this scene. This scene of countless people surging, but no one dared to come forward to disturb him, is destined to become a classic moment in the history of the League Cup.

Among these Leicester City fans, of course, there are also many parents. They all burst into tears and rushed towards their children, towards the children who were holding the moon like stars at this time.

"Fox!!"

A familiar voice echoed here, just like in the semifinals. Fox's father rushed towards his son with red eyes.

All this was so difficult that even a rough Austrian man like him wanted to kiss his son on the forehead!
His hands vigorously touched his son's body up and down, and his whole body suddenly trembled. "You have done what dad failed to do. You are the champion, son."

"Morgan!!"

On the other side, Morgan's black mother also appeared on the court at this moment. She was a black woman with a somewhat stout body. Her clothes were a bit old-fashioned, and her appearance had already aged.

Morgan was originally taking photos and celebrating with the fans laughing. When he heard the shout, he suddenly turned his head and looked back. After seeing his helpless mother standing in the distance, he sprinted immediately.

"Mother!!"

This black man, who was about 1.9 meters tall, shed tears instantly and rushed forward to hug his mother tightly in his arms.Even if he bent his legs, he didn't care.

"Is this what you wanted to do since you were a kid?"

Morgan's mother looked at her son's face that had gone through some changes. Of course she knew that her son was no longer young, so she bit her lip and said.

"Yes! Mom!"

Morgan nodded heavily and pursed his lips, as if unable to suppress his emotions, "I did it, your son has a championship!"

"Mahrez!" A voice sounded from one side of the field again, and a woman with a scarf on her head came over, looking a little weak in the torrent of people.

Although weak, this figure was very strong. He squeezed through countless people and walked towards Mahrez in the center of the crowd.

Seeing her figure, Mahrez took a deep breath, shook his head and cried while walking towards his mother.

Finally, he stretched out his arms in front of his mother and completely collapsed emotionally, "Will Dad see this?"

Mahrez's mother pointed to the sky and nodded firmly, "He will be proud of you."

She didn't cry. A mother who grew up alone with her son always needed to be strong. Maybe she would break down emotionally when she got home, but not at this moment.

"I hope so."

Mahrez hugged his mother and also trembled his body.

Near the goal frame, Kasper Schmeichel smiled as he looked at his teammates, most of whom were reunited with their families.

He breathed a long sigh of relief. Although he knew that his stern father would never come over emotionally and celebrate like that with him, he knew that his father would see this scene.

Schmeichel took off his gloves, kissed them hard, and then raised the gloves to the sky.

From now on, he also has a champion Schmeichel!
He inherited his father's glory!

He really hopes that everyone in the future will be able to call him Casper, even his father rarely calls himself that!
"You should be faster! Your explosive power must be stronger! Damn it, save that ball! Trash, I don't know why you are always afraid of competition!"

Countless father's stern shouts seemed to appear in his ears, causing a relieved smile to appear on his lips.

Maybe, his father just wanted him to have this day, just wanted him to experience the taste of this championship!
At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly sounded behind Kasper Schmeichel, "Kasper!"

Hearing this voice that he had heard countless times since childhood, at this moment he called out a completely unfamiliar name.

Kasper Schmeichel seemed to be suddenly shocked and froze on the spot, and then his body began to tremble.

He wanted to pretend to be strong and spend today's celebration with a heroic attitude with his chest held high!
But at this moment, after this voice sounded, all these illusions were shattered!
Kasper Schmeichel showed an aggrieved smile, and tears fell from his cheeks almost instantly. He turned around, and his father Peter Schmeichel was standing there, with his eyes also red. Standing ten meters away, he spread his hands towards him.

"Father!!"

Kasper Schmeichel sprinted up and came to Peter Schmeichel's side as quickly as possible, "I thought you wouldn't come!"

Peter Schmeichel slapped his son on the back hard, and the inheritance seemed to be officially handed over at this moment. "Such an important moment is something I have dreamed of countless times since I gave birth to you."

"Even if your teammates' parents won't come here, I will come, silly boy!"

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Ranieri looked at everything on the court with a smile. He stood on the sidelines for a long time before returning to his seat and picking up the old khaki suit.

He looked up and down, showed a satisfied expression, then put it on him, straightened his back, and walked to the court.

He wanted to complete this final celebration with the most perfect gesture to lay the foundation for this hard-won victory. This was also a scene he had dreamed of countless times when he was a child.

"Claudio." A gentle shout sounded from Ranieri's ears. He was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and saw his wife walking out of the tunnel.

In fact, he knew it when he heard it, because except for his wife, few people would call him that.

Ranieri opened his hands, dreaming of giving a big hug to his family like other players.

But his wife had no intention of doing so. Instead, she opened his hands and stood beside him to retie his tie, adjust his shoulder pads, and straighten out the wrinkles in his clothes.

After dealing with this, his wife suddenly froze on the spot, looking at Ranieri wearing this dress and unable to recover for a long time, "Claudio, you really look good in this dress."

Ranieri originally thought he could control his emotions, but after hearing this, he and his players trembled slightly.

And in the corner of the stadium stands.

Chen Binghua sat here and did not rush to the court with the large army.

"Pah, pah, pah... pah... pah, pah..."

Fragmented applause sounded here. Looking at the figure lying on the ground in the stadium, Chen Binghua's eyes were blank and he just kept clapping his palms repeatedly.

He didn't want to step off the court. After more than ten years and now at this moment, he was really tired.

"call……"

After a long time, Chen Binghua took a long breath and put his joined hands in front of his nose and mouth, as if he wanted to suppress his emotions.

But then, he still shook his head, unable to stop his body from shaking, and clapped his hands again.

"Pah bang pah...pah pah..."

Lonely and fragmentary clapping sounded, and Chen Binghua sat here silently looking at Chen Yufeng off the court, just like every failure in the previous ten years.

(End of this chapter)