Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 179 Nainggolan bombards them and officially launches an attack on the top [-] (please vote for me)
  "Beautiful!! Beautiful!! A free kick that sent shockwaves around the world!!"

"The balance on the field was broken and the Belgian team scored! This goal occurred in the [-]th minute of the game. The Swedes are in trouble!!"

"Hazard's breakthrough first created a dangerous situation on the wing, and his subsequent inward cut even more confused the Swedish team's defense! Their central defender Granqvist failed to control his emotions and tripped Hazard! "

"We can't give Belgium this kind of opportunity. Everyone knows they have the best free kick player in Europe!"

"Chen Yufeng scored his fourth goal of the tournament and continues to lead the scorer list! This is the ability of the best player in the Premier League!"

He Wei's voice sounded, full of poetry but also passionate, and it comfortably aroused the emotions of the audience.

In such an anxious game, the advantage of the team that scores first is undoubtedly huge.

This will lead to a desperate attack by the opponent, leaving a lot of space behind them for people to exploit, which is what the Belgian team likes.

They need a bottle opener like Chen Yufeng, who can always score unexpected goals in some opportunities and tilt the balance of the entire game in their favor.

"Oh!!"

Wilmots on the sidelines waved his right hand and shouted. Just before the free kick, he learned the news that Ireland was ahead of Italy.

Italy, which has already guaranteed qualification, did not send out its main lineup, and even wanted to find an opportunity in this way to send Belgium out of the European Cup.

You know, if Ireland wins by Italy and gets four points, and Sweden wins by Belgium and gets another four points, their teams will be humiliated out of the group at the bottom.

This is definitely a goal worth thousands of dollars, a goal that brings Belgium back from the brink!
  Wilmots turned to face the Belgian team's fan area and waved towards the stands, signaling the fans to cheer louder and encourage the players.

"Ohhhhhhh..."

The fans cheered one after another, filling the entire stadium with a warm atmosphere.

All the Belgian players except goalkeeper Courtois rushed towards Chen Yufeng who was gesturing towards Mahrez in the stands.

"Nice shot! Looks like we were right to let the ball go!"

Hazard rushed over and jumped on Chen Yufeng's back, hugged Chen Yufeng's neck, and waved towards the stands.

Others also hugged each other to celebrate, relieving the tension in their hearts.

This feeling of leading is always good. Everyone will be more confident in the next game, and the sword hanging around their neck will be far away from them.

Above the stands, hearing Chen Yufeng's shout just now, Mahrez and Mr. Ranieri stood up, laughed and clapped.

"Mr. Ranieri, how far do you think Belgium will go in the end?" Mahrez asked.

"Should the top eight have a chance? Or should we say they are sure of it?" Mr. Ranieri was not sure and shook his head: "I don't know. Who gave them the nerve knife?"

"Hahaha, yes, players like Chen Yufeng just like to give people a chance." Mahrez shook his head and sighed.

In any case, with Algeria unable to compete in intercontinental competitions, what he most hopes is that his club teammates can compete for some honors.

During this period, he will also visit Kante of the French team, Vardy of the English team, and Andy King of Wales.

"Pretty!"

Not far away, Taylor Swift excitedly high-fived and hugged her female assistant, and also cheered for the ball.

There is no doubt that a free kick is extremely enjoyable to watch. It can bring a strong impact to people's perspective and make everyone find it pleasing to the eye.

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On the pitch, the Swedish side.

Ibrahimovic couldn't help but lean back, and then rubbed his face with both hands.

He knew the game might get tough.

He also knew that he must not fall down at this time, and he must continue to lead this group of young men to continue the attack.

"It's no big deal, come on! Just fight back and keep the rhythm of the attack!" Ibrahimovic quickly adjusted his mentality and encouraged him while clapping his hands.

He even started psychological counseling for everyone, "Look up! Forsberg! So what if you lose in the end!"

"Granqvist, Isaksson! This goal is not your fault, don't make that expression, keep going!"

"Hold on! Brothers, don't be like this. It's only the first half and there are still many opportunities in the game!"

Under his constant shouts, the Swedish players slowly raised their heads and walked towards their positions.

They still recognized the words of big brother Ibrahimovic. It was just that they would be a little frustrated after the goal.

"Beep!!"

The game restarted shortly after and the two sides got into a fight again.

The Swedish team returned and launched a fierce attack in the minutes after conceding the ball.

Sebastian and Ekdal, who were in good condition today, rushed directly to the Belgian team's penalty area with the ball many times, creating dangerous situations.

Nainggolan was a bit on his own for a while, and it was difficult for Witsel next to him to give him much help defensively.

In the [-]th minute of the game, after receiving a pass from Ekdal, Ibrahimovic leaned on Alderweireld and found Sebastian with a wonderful through ball.

This was the first time Sebastian had turned back and ran. After rushing to the penalty area, he was already powerless and shot a low shot before Courtois could attack.

"Oh!"

The football had little power and was directly confiscated by Courtois, who launched a quick counterattack. Sebastian lowered his head sadly, knowing that he might have wasted the team's best opportunity so far.

"It's okay, he ran well!"

Ibrahimovic's voice of encouragement sounded behind him again. Sebastian turned his head and saw Ibrahimovic giving a thumbs up in his direction.

After that, Ibrahimovic began to accelerate and help the team return to defense.

The Belgian team's counterattack has already started. At this time, the Swedish team's defense is very empty, and someone in the frontcourt must go back to assist in the defense.

"Oh!"

Belgian midfielder Witsel handed the ball to Chen Yufeng on the wing, and then began to advance forward to respond.

Chen Yufeng didn't seem to want to expend too much of his physical energy in this place. He passed a wide-range kick to Hazard at the far end, and then jogged forward.

Hazard took the ball, tried several fake moves on the wing, and then sent a cross from an angle.

The ball was passed slightly, and the football bypassed all the players in the penalty area and landed at the back point of the penalty area.

Chen Yufeng just ran over, received the ball here, and was ready to start military training against Martin Olsson again.

"Chen! Pass the ball!!"

Nainggolan's voice sounded behind him. These are the players in the team who cannot speak English. They usually have less communication with Chen Yufeng and only pass the ball on the court.

Hearing this voice, Chen Yufeng had no hesitation. He knew how terrifying Nainggolan's long shot from outside the penalty area was.

"Oh!"

After a short pass, Chen Yufeng stood there and quietly watched Nainggolan's performance.

The Belgian monster's instep volley has always been world-class, and the threat level is even close to that of Luo Laohan's inside cut.

In Serie A, he knocked on the opponent's goal with long-range shots many times.

"Bang!!"

Nainggolan just observed the approximate position of the goalkeeper, then faced the ball directly, straightened his body and sent it out with a flat kick.

The ball he hits is not a fancy arc or a weird S-shaped line, but a simple instep heavy shot. The football rises slowly, but flies forward very quickly.

A cunning and fast heavy shot quickly flew towards the goal. Swedish team goalkeeper Isaksson struggled to save towards the far corner, stretching his whole body to the extreme.

"Shhh!!"

But it still didn't stop the ball. Nainggolan's long-range shot hit the tenth corner just one second later.

Another world wave!

Chen Yufeng easily scored an assist!

The Belgian team leads [-]-[-]!

After scoring, Nainggolan was enveloped in the cheers of the Belgian fans. He rushed to the sidelines and flexed his muscles, showing off his strong figure. Then he turned towards Chen Yufeng and spread his hands, "Beautiful, brother! "

Chen Yufeng came up with a smile and lifted Nainggolan up.

This player doesn't usually talk much, and they rarely communicate because of language problems.

This time, it was the first time the two had cooperated. Unexpectedly, the latter directly hit the Swedish team's goal with a world-wide kick!
  "It was a great fight."

Chen Yufeng couldn't help but shook his head and sighed. He also really wanted the ability to shoot a super long-range shot.

He even thought that it would be good to have Nainggolan's long-range shot in the skill treasure box. This is also a world-class long-range shot ability.

Other teammates quickly ran over to celebrate the team's [-]-[-] lead.

"We're going to advance!"

Lukaku looked very excited, "I'm here for the top [-]!"

"Hahaha."

Hazard smiled and said: "Why didn't he take my ball and score it, giving Chen Yufeng another assist?"

"This assist is really too simple." De Bruyne also criticized it.

"This is the ability of Koi players. You can't blame me for not having the assists."

Chen Yufeng rolled his eyes, but he was still very happy to see everyone coming up.

On weekdays, players like them, who have been in the Premier League all year round, hang out together and have little interaction with other players.

Among them, there are language problems, small group problems, and other reasons.

Today, Nainggolan successfully scored his first goal in this tournament, which undoubtedly brought many people's hearts together, and everyone ran up to celebrate with him.

"Stabilize your mentality, play well in the second half, and officially march towards the knockout rounds." Chen Yufeng finally said to his teammates, and then everyone ran towards their own half.

The first half of the game also ended soon after.

The two sides entered the halftime break. After a fifteen-minute break, they returned to the court for the final forty-five minutes.

(End of this chapter)