Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 174 A breakthrough attempt in the middle, truly recreating Ronaldo’s moment! (Ask for monthly ticket)
"The ball was scored again! Belgium took a [-]-[-] lead and they defeated Ireland!"

CCTV commentator Liu Jiayuan's voice sounded from here, with a surging tone, "This is a very exciting diving header! Lukaku used his own header to knock the Irish goal open again!"

As he explained, the on-site director also showed the camera to Wilmots on the sidelines.

The old Belgian captain was pumping his fists and roaring in celebration.

"We saw that Mr. Wilmots was very excited. This game is of course of great significance to him. It can allow the fans of the Belgian team to regain their trust in him!"

"The assist from Meunier! This is a highlight of Wilmots' use of personnel. He performed very well after playing today, which makes people remember him!"

"With the score of three to zero, we may only continue to look forward to seeing if Belgium can play more exciting offensive football! Find a hot state! Prepare for the next game!"

"..."

On the playing field, after kicking off again, the Irish players looked very lonely.

They knew in their hearts that there was no suspense about this game.

Now, they must rely on defense to avoid a tragedy for Belgium.

However, after experiencing several changes in tactics and changes in situation, they have been passive and their physical energy has been exhausted at this moment.

"Bang bang bang!"

As the Belgian team continued to move, some people gradually couldn't keep up with the rhythm, exposing large gaps in the defensive position.

"Oh!"

In the 709th minute of the game, De Bruyne once again seized the opportunity, passed through the gap between O'Dea and John O'Shea, and sent an exquisite pass to Chen Yufeng.

After Chen Yufeng sighed, he rushed forward to stop the ball and passed it into the penalty area.

"Oh!"

Lukaku once again grabbed this point under the double team, and the height of his jump was amazing.

Under the interference, his kick did not pose much of a threat, but it was exciting enough and aroused cheers from many fans at the scene.

Only Azar and Chen Yufeng were on both sides, and started to spur the little brother.

"Wash your socks." Chen Yufeng shouted lightly.

"Yes, but don't forget our bet, and don't forget that he is a man who will never break his promise." Hazard added, poking Lukaku in the heart.

"I scored the first goal. This must not count, right?" Lukaku had no choice but to try to defend himself.

"How is that possible?" Hazard turned back and smiled again while running: "If you say that, then Yufeng will definitely not pass the ball to you in the future."

"Wash, can't you just wash it?" Lukaku was suddenly afraid.

"Hahahahaha..." Many players in the Belgian team laughed, and seemed to find it interesting to play with Lukaku.

This conversation also reflects that they have regained their status and their relationship has become harmonious.

This is what happens with a mercenary-like national team, where only victory will unite everyone.

There are too many historical reasons and customary reasons for this kind of thing, and it cannot be changed.

If you really want them to stay like this, then keep winning. The feeling of being united after victory is actually true.

Just 2 minutes later, Belgium made a comeback and played a wonderful combination on the right wing.

First, Meunier tried to push forward and completed two wall kicks with De Bruyne, breaking through Ireland's midfield defense in the simplest way.

Immediately after Meunier passed the ball to Lukaku, Chen Yufeng completed the third man's move and took the lead to start.

"Oh!"

The ball delivered by Lukaku is very accurate. As a qualified stand-up center, his ball-making ability must be good.

When Chen Yufeng received the ball, he was already in the ribs, and Ireland's defense collapsed.

After observing the situation in the penalty area, Chen Yufeng pushed to the far end with a light kick.

This is a ball that can be easily passed by youth team players. It does not require any passing ability at all. It only needs to hit the ball in place.

"Oh!"

Hazard, who followed up, succeeded in one stroke and pushed the ball into the far corner without missing another opportunity.

Azar stretched out his hand towards Chen Yufeng and ran over with a smile.

Give back!

Hazard and Chen Yufeng completed assists for each other!

The two hugged each other tightly and walked excitedly towards the side of the court, laughing and celebrating.

The score of four to zero was undoubtedly a big victory.

This is enough to give everyone a strong sense of self-confidence.

"Good shot, bro!"

Hazard and Chen Yufeng hugged each other, and then punched the fans on the sidelines together.

Behind them, Meunier, De Bruyne, and Lukaku were also celebrating together.

They rightly believe that they have 50.00% of the credit for the goal just now.

This is actually correct. This kind of extremely exciting teamwork requires players in each position to have very good personal abilities and synergy. They must use their best to pass every ball well.

"Nice pass," Meunier pointed at De Bruyne and then hugged Lukaku.

"My second to last pass is also crucial. Can I make up for it so I don't have to wash my socks?" Lukaku turned around and asked.

"No." De Bruyne and Meunier rejected it at the same time, saying the same sentence very simply.

"Of course not." Chen Yufeng and Hazard also came back at this time and shook their heads towards Lukaku.

Until everyone was running towards their own half, preparing to launch another offensive, Lukaku was still walking slowly, looking at a loss.

Silliness has always been his characteristic. Regardless of his tallness, he is definitely a cute player.

It's just that sometimes you act stupidly in the face of absolute opportunities, and you act like a fool or a ghost, which makes people love and hate you at the same time. "This is how we fight! We crushed them!"

Wilmots, who was on the sidelines of the court, finally felt a little energetic. He took off his coat, revealing his white shirt.

In this season's weather, it is definitely very hot to wear a coat.

But he just didn't want to take it off just now. He always felt that he didn't have the confidence to do so. He didn't want to appear too thin in front of the fans, for fear that he wouldn't have anything to cover his face when he was scolded.

"Fellaini, Nainggolan, Carrasco, warm up!"

Wilmots waved his hand and began to take command on the spot, preparing to make substitutions and adjustments.

There is no suspense in the game. While leaving strength for the main force, he can let the substitute players who are full of energy go up and rush to see if they can play one or two more.

Several players who heard his arrangements quickly stood up to warm up, leaving Mertens sitting there.

Mertens was of course very puzzled. He was originally the first choice on the right.

After Chen Yufeng came, he sat on the bench and was very dissatisfied.

Isn't he the first substitute now?
The first game was Carrasco, the second game again?

"Mr. Wilmots, why can't I get a chance to play?" Mertens asked with a frown.

Faced with this straightforward question, Wilmots looked back at Mertens, pretended not to hear, and looked away without answering.

why?
If you take the lead in creating conflicts and repeatedly make remarks that are not conducive to team cohesion, will you still be allowed to play?
If there was no Chen Yufeng before, maybe he would be given a chance. What chance would he be given now?
Let's have some fun...

Mertens pursed his lips and felt a little angry. He also knew that this was a sign that he would gradually become marginalized in this team.

At this moment, on the court, Ireland's defense has been completely defeated.

This made Chen Yufeng, who still had a little physical strength, start to wonder whether he should take the ball and try from the center.

He wanted to better feel Ronaldo's ability to make breakthroughs with variations and prepare for subsequent games.

Even if it fails, it's not a big deal. Anyway, the game has been won firmly.

Thinking of this, Chen Yufeng began to wait for the opportunity.

He moved more towards the center, leaving the wings to Meunier, who was addicted to forward penetration.

"Oh!"

In the 803rd minute of game No. [-], Chen Yufeng got a chance.

The proportion suddenly changed during the pass and control in the backcourt. Alderweireld found a concealed through ball and passed it directly to his feet.

What a variation…

Chen Yufeng sighed in his heart, and a smile appeared on his face, so he would make a wonderful variation.

Feeling the football under his feet, Chen Yufeng charged towards the Irish defense, a bit like beating a drowned dog.

"Clark, delay him!"

Ireland captain John O'Shea shouted, and his first reaction was that Chen Yufeng might pass into the penalty area or try a long shot.

He wanted his teammates to delay the attack and wait for more support.

Clark quickly stepped forward to Chen Yufeng's side with a feeling of apprehension.

Facing his defense, Chen Yufeng didn't make any fancy moves. He just swung left and right and moved forward quickly with the football, not giving Clark a chance to delay.

His every move seems to reveal, hurry up, come and grab me, otherwise I will go in...

"Leave me!"

Under his provocation, Clark finally couldn't help but take action, or it could be said that he was under pressure from Chen Yufeng who was about to enter the penalty area.

Chen Yufeng had been waiting for this moment and quickly changed the direction of the football to the right, breaking through Clark from the opposite direction and passing cleanly.

This is the perfect breakthrough!
At this time, Ireland captain John O'Shea has understood that he may be the last defender in the center and he must intercept the ball.

In the case of the last person, according to common sense, he should be safe.

However, I don't know whether it was because of the score of zero to four or because Chen Yufeng took a slightly larger step towards the football, but he couldn't help it and directly tackled the football with a sliding shovel.

"Bang bang!"

Chen Yufeng simply pulled the ball forward and easily passed John O'Shea and entered the penalty area.

"Central! He passed! With a beautiful breakthrough, Chen Yufeng made the Irish back line a mess!!"

Liu Jiayuan's excited voice sounded from the studio, "This ball is very threatening, Randolph has already attacked! I wonder if he can guard it?"

"If we are scored again, five to zero, it will be a bit miserable! The team entering the main game cannot be beaten by other teams with such a shameful score!"

"Facing Randolph! Chen Yufeng!"

"..."

On the court, Chen Yufeng, who was already facing the goalkeeper, did not panic at all. On the contrary, he became calmer.

This was the scene he had been looking forward to countless times after getting the Da Luo variation. Now that it had finally arrived, how could he not grasp it?
The body slides once to the left according to the inertia, then slides to the right, and finally moves the ball to the left!

"thump!"

Chen Yufeng's pendulum dribble was completed in one go. Accompanying his wonderful dribble was the figure of Irish goalkeeper Randolph falling to the ground in a panic.

The front door is empty.

"Oh!"

Chen Yufeng did not choose to end with a push shot, but chose to hit the ball with a heavy right-footed volley, in order to remember his first re-enactment of Ronaldo's classic scene!
"Clang!" A sound hit the crossbar, and then the football bounced into the net.

Chen Yufeng raised his hands in the direction of the fan, pretending to be expecting it.

In fact, cold sweat had already formed on his forehead and flowed directly down his temples and into his neck...

(End of this chapter)