Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 150 Tottenham vs. Liverpool!Leicestershire people watching the game nervously (asking for monthly tickets)

"Come on! Liverpool!"

"Beat them! Beat Tottenham!"

At Vardy's home, all of Leicester City gathered together again, watching the game nervously and expectantly.

The emotions they are pouring into at this time are definitely stronger than the last Arsenal game.

Because this is the final decision.

"call……"

There were constant gasps here, and everyone was eager to see a result that was good for them at the end of the game.

Vardy and Mahrez stood at the front holding hands, Kante and Shinji Okazaki hugged each other, and Chen Yufeng stood with Fox.

They didn’t even want to sit on the couch, they just wanted to watch the entire game standing up.

In this situation, where can I really sit still...

"Viewers, welcome back, this decisive battle for the second round of Premier League No. 30 has begun here."

"If Tottenham cannot win this game, they will lose their hope of winning the championship and send Leicester City to complete an even greater miracle journey."

"Let's take a look at Tottenham's opportunity..."

As the players from both sides officially started competing on the TV, the tension among all the players suddenly increased.

"Did Klopp tell you anything?" Shinji Okazaki was still asking Chen Yufeng, and about the conversation after winning the League Cup that day.

"No."

Chen Yufeng answered simply, his eyes never leaving the TV.

At such a moment, he didn't want to joke anymore, he just wanted that moment to come as soon as possible.

"The game time has passed 15 minutes, and the players on both sides did not have a good chance to score. The scene was a little anxious for a while."

"Liverpool got a set-piece opportunity in the frontcourt, which was a good chance to score."

"Coutinho is standing in front of the football. Is he going to take a penalty kick? The distance is a little far, so he should have chosen to pass the ball."

"Coutinho!!"

"This is a kick!! Oh! Coutinho scored this goal! The free kick went straight to the goal! Liverpool is ahead!!"

"Unbelievable! Tottenham must face the worst start. In such a crucial game, Liverpool scored first!"

"..."

Watching Coutinho on the TV rushing to the side of the pitch to slide and kneel in celebration, the Leicester City players at Vardy's home could not suppress their emotions.

"Yeahhh...!"

Vardy took the lead in shouting, and everyone hugged each other side by side, roaring and shouting excitedly.

One to zero!

Liverpool leads Tottenham away from home!
They are a little closer to the championship!
At this moment, groups like Leicester City players watching games are not uncommon throughout Leicestershire.

Many people made an appointment with a few friends today and sat at home or in a pub to watch the game.

Everyone hopes to know the news of whether the team can win the championship as soon as possible!
Today's streets in Leicestershire are destined to feel deserted, with only a few scattered pedestrians walking.

There are convenience stores or supermarkets that are still open on the street. When you walk in, you can often see a few people sitting together and watching the Leicester City game.

"The first half of the game is almost over. Tottenham's offense, I don't know if they can grasp this offensive round."

"If they can't...wait, chance!"

"Son Heung-min! Pass to Harry Kane! Harry Kane volleyes!!"

"The ball went in! What a wonderful game! Tottenham tied the score!!"

"If the score goes to halftime with a score of [-]-[-], I am more optimistic about Tottenham winning in the second half, because this is a game they must win!"

"The suspense has come out again, which may have disappointed many Leicester City fans."

"..."

After seeing Tottenham score the equalizing goal, the scattered pedestrians walking on the streets of Leicestershire could immediately hear the voices coming from both sides.

"Fak! Sakho's defense is too weak, Liverpool needs a better centre-back!"

"You're so damn weak, Mignolet. He's still a teammate of Chen Yufeng's national team. No wonder he was crushed to death by Courtois!"

"Shet! What a piece of shit!"

"Liverpool, let's fight. I really don't want to wait a week!"

"..."

Complaints suddenly spread in countless residential buildings, followed by the sound of some smashing things, which seemed to be really angry.

This reflects that the Leicester City fans' desire for the championship has reached its peak.

At this moment, in Leicester City's training base.

Coach Ranieri, Vichai and others sat together and watched the game.

They were not with the players today, but chose to watch with club staff.

This is a romance that belongs to the older men in their group. If they can see that scene happen, they will have their own way of celebrating.

"The second half also started with Tottenham sending the ball out from the center circle."

"Long pass, are you preparing to attack? Pochettino should make some tactical arrangements in the midfield." "Harry Kane! Give the header to Son Heung-min!"

"He entered the penalty area and had a chance to hit the goal!! Beautiful! Tottenham scored a goal just after the second half and they took the lead!!"

"Sun Kai connects! These two players have shown some tacit understanding in the latter part of the season!"

"Two to one! Tottenham seems to have no answer for Leicester City's win six games ahead of schedule!"

"..."

The noisy sound from the TV kept coming, and the members of the club management and coaching staff sitting here suddenly showed disappointed expressions.

"what……"

Mr. Vichai also closed his eyes and leaned back, seeming very regretful.

"It's okay Mr. Vichai, even if we can't win this round, we will win the next round."

Ranieri comforted him from the sidelines. He was still wearing his khaki suit today and hoped that this would bring some good luck to Leicester City.

"I know, but it would be a bit regretful if I couldn't break the record."

Vichai shook his head, still unable to calm down.

"This is actually very good. Before the season, how could we have imagined that we would compete for the championship at this time?"

Ranieri laughed and joked: "The odds they offered against Leicester City are [-] to [-]."

"Hahaha..." Vichai finally laughed and seemed to feel a little better.

At this time, in a dilapidated residential building in Leicestershire.

Lampez knelt on his knees, holding the lottery ticket in his right hand and holding his wife's hand tightly with his left hand.

Perhaps because they were too excited, the two people's bodies were trembling slightly, as if they were very cold and were shivering.

"The game time has entered seven and 10 minutes. During this time, we saw that the players on both sides were a little out of control, and some retaliatory actions gradually appeared. This is definitely not what the fans and coaches want to see."

"Tottenham seem to still want to score goals. They want to have a hearty victory."

"This is actually unnecessary. We have noticed that Liverpool has already withdrawn its strength. They do not want to fight too fiercely. If Tottenham stops here, they may let them go."

"Oh? Klopp looked a little angry on the sidelines. He waved to the players, which seemed to be a signal to launch a strong attack!"

"It seems that the people of Liverpool are irritated and are about to launch a final counterattack. They don't want to hand over the victory easily!"

"..."

Listening to the constant voice of the commentary and watching the time passing by, the two of them clenched their hands tighter until their nails dug into their palms, almost cutting them, without letting go.

"Can Liverpool stop them?" Lampes' breathing was a little rapid and his speech was not smooth.

"do not know."

Helena shook her head slightly, and then comforted: "It's okay, even if you can't win this round, you can win the next round. Just trust the team."

Although she said this, Helena also spoke intermittently, and anyone could see the nervousness in her expression.

For them, they are not participants in all this, just spectators.

As a bystander, especially one who holds a huge lottery ticket, he will be afraid of the final changes until the moment the result comes out.

If you also hold a football lottery ticket worth 500 million euros, you will not stop being anxious until the whistle blows.

No matter what, I will be afraid that something will change in the end.

At the same time, in the small villa rented by Chen Yufeng.

Chen Binghua leaned against the TV and closed all the curtains, not letting any light into the room.

He didn't turn on the light, just stared at the TV in the darkness.

"..."

Unlike others, Chen Binghua didn't even turn on the TV. Only the occasional 'sizzling' sound could make the room a little noisy.

Chen Binghua clasped his hands together tightly and looked at him with an extremely nervous and complicated expression.

"..."

Under his watch, Liverpool winger Coutinho used his personal ability to change the angle of the goal, and volleyed towards Tottenham's goal.

This ball was played perfectly, both from the initial dribbling and shooting.

The football quickly drew an arc and flew towards the goal, and Lori also hurriedly swooped out.

"..."

The TV was still silent, but Chen Binghua saw the moment the football touched the net, and then he stood up excitedly, clenched his fists and shouted "yeah" in a mute voice.

He also didn't make any sound. After a simple celebration, he folded his hands and leaned against the TV again, watching everything nervously.

At this moment, Chen Binghua didn't know why he didn't dare to make a sound or let any light into the room.

Maybe I'm too nervous...

Or maybe it's because he doesn't want to believe what might happen later in that environment.

Only when he couldn't hear the voice of the explanation and couldn't see the light outside the window could he feel a little better and not feel too anxious or illusory.

He just watched, as if watching a silent pantomime.

(End of this chapter)