Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 18 No, you can't tell me he's that easy... Oh Shet! ! (Seeking for further reading)

At the same time, in the Sina Sports studio.

"The goal is in! Chen Yufeng scored the fourth goal for Leicester City!"

Zhan Jun's signature passionate voice sounded, slightly more trembling than before, obviously mixed with a lot of personal emotions.

At this moment, he was not only broadcasting this goal because of his professionalism as a commentator.

At the same time, I am sincerely happy for Chen Yufeng, and I also sincerely realize that this hard work is rewarded with joy.

"Leicester City leads Sunderland [-]-[-], the victory is determined!"

After explaining the last irrelevant sentence in a literate manner, Zhan Jun immediately began to express his personal emotions.

"I think the emotions of the fans watching this game in front of the screen at this moment are indescribable. The pride, excitement and emotion will be with us for a while after the game ends."

"When Director Zhang Lu and I saw Chen Yufeng play, we thought of everything the media had reported about him."

"Seven years of youth training and 11 years of professional career. His journey was so bumpy and gloomy that he almost gradually disappeared from everyone's sight."

"As the sign was raised on the sidelines and he ran to the court to make his professional debut, our emotions have reached the highest point!"

"At this time, with the first touch of the ball after coming on the field, I scored a wonderful world-beating lob goal for Leicester City!"

"I really don't know what language and words to use to explain all this. Only my trembling hands and violently floating chest can express my current emotions!"

Director Zhang Lu next to him looked at the resolute figure below with a moved expression, "I really can't believe my eyes."

"His career went through hell for 18 years, but the moment he came on the field, he had the most fairy tale debut!"

And in the fans studio.

As the barrage was filled with exclamation points and 666, the most sincere emotions of countless fans burst into words.

"It's in, damn! It's in!"

"Well, another reason why I watched this game is that I was just one short of the last game, and I defeated Sunderland. But now I just want to say, go to the damn betting! Chen Yufeng is awesome !”

"It really scared me. This ball really hit my heart! It's finally here, the scene we were most looking forward to."

"Okay, staying up late this time is really the most rewarding time in my life. I actually saw a piece of history!"

"I'm not dreaming. Damn it. Why did he suddenly come on the field, suddenly shoot a lob, and then suddenly score a goal?!"

"I'm really speechless... All I can say is, awesome!"

"..."

Thousands of barrages were released almost instantly, streaking across the screen.

Words are sometimes difficult to express a person's emotions at that time.

But judging from the comments sent by these fans, it is not difficult to guess what they will look like in front of the mobile phone screen at this time.

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on the field.

As the referee gave a yellow card to Chen Yufeng who took off his clothes to celebrate, the game continued to advance.

Sunderland launched a last-ditch effort and Leicester City continued to retreat in a highly disciplined manner.

Chen Yufeng also joined the team's defense, helping the team's right back De Laet to defend the wing.

For them, they very much hope that their opponents will attack aggressively.

This will bring more and better counterattack opportunities.

After Ranieri brought the Italian chain defense to Leicester City, Leicester City's defense has indeed improved significantly.

Their three lines are very closely spaced, and their overall movement is very fast, giving their opponents no chance to easily find gaps.

Especially now that Kante, the sweeper and midfield sweeper, has filled up all the defensive holes for Leicester City.

In this case, Sunderland's offense only looked very fast, but in fact it still couldn't get through.

At the back, they could only rely on crosses and long shots to threaten Leicester City's goal.

This is not a big threat to the stable Schmeichel and the tall Morgan.

Time passed like this minute by minute, and the time before the end of the game was close. "Put on the condom, you're as slow as an old lady!"

Sunderland head coach Advocaat shouted anxiously from the sidelines. His expression was helpless, and he knew in his heart that the situation was over.

His eyes once again rested on the Asian player wearing No. 66.

That magic ball just now can be said to have directly broken the situation on the field.

They were only one goal away, and Leicester City's defense was also very nervous and seemed like something could go wrong at any time.

A banging kick gave him a two-goal advantage again.

The regrouped Italian defense line became impregnable again.

"I simply don't know how the analysts did the statistics before the game! Why did they miss the number 66?"

Sitting back on the bench, Advocaat spread his hands and complained to the assistant coaches, "Hasn't he never shown that kind of lob ability in his career?"

The assistant coaches nearby were silent, not knowing what to say.

"Even if he breaks our goal now and I don't know everything about him, is this the result of your work?"

"What if we continue like this and another player pops out of the cracks in the ground another day and hits us with a few more goals?!"

"I'm going to have a good talk with him when I get back. If he does this again, he'll be fired!"

"When I was in the Portuguese Second Division, the team analysts could accurately find the characteristics of each opponent's player in every game. This is even in the fucking Premier League, and they still can't find it!"

Advocaat vented his anger without stopping.

First-line head coaches like them have too many things going on every day, so they need data analysts to get everything about the opponent's players before each game, and then let them make adjustments and preventive measures.

In his opinion, this kind of mistake was entirely the data clerk's fault.

The poor data clerk was innocently shot in this incident...

Advocaat seemed to be having a hard time calming down. He stared at the court with a stern look, ready to find a few more players he didn't like to vent his anger on.

Some Dutch coaches are like this and have a bad temper. Not everyone has Ranieri's demeanor.

"Bang!" At this moment, Leicester City made a seemingly inadvertent defensive counterattack.

No. 66 Chen Yufeng on the right received the football again.

"Double-team him and steal the ball cleanly from him!"

Advocaat thought fiercely in his heart.

"Bang!" He didn't get what he wanted. After another observation, Chen Yufeng aimed at Vardy's position and started again at a similar position in the same position.

The football lifted off the ground again and headed for the space behind the Sunderland backline.

"Look, look, how accurate his damn long arc pass is!"

When the football was accurately falling in front of Vardy, Advocaat was still complaining to the assistant coach next to him, "You can't find his information? Did you tell me that he has never played a professional game and is a professional?" Newcomer?"

Well, this kind of long ball, as long as it is not passed down, is actually not a great threat.

The defenders have enough time to get into position before the forward stops the ball, or even to complete the tackle.

So Advocaat only lamented that Chen Yufeng was so good, he didn't feel that there was much threat, and he could still speak out.

It just so happens that Vardy is a somewhat nimble shooter and sometimes likes to surprise you.

"Bang!" After the football bounced to the ground, Vardy did not choose to stop the ball or compete with Sunderland's defender for position.

He directly faced the football that was falling before it bounced to the ground for the second time, and volleyed it out with his right foot.

The football was instantly like a Tomahawk missile, rushing towards the near upper corner of the goal, with a strange arc in the process.

"No! You can't tell me that he can be so easy..."

Advocaat on the sidelines was still using his bad-tongued nature and kept talking.

"Crack!" Soon, as the football really touched the upper corner of the net, Advocaat instantly raised his head and closed his eyes, with a look of despair on his face, "Oh oh...!"

　Still looking forward to reading!Every follow-up reading will really determine the life or death of the book, it is really important! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)