Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 186 The long-lost record, listen to your own moment (please vote for me)
  "Beep--!"

After this goal, the score had reached [-]-[-], and Belgium's momentum towards the quarterfinals was unstoppable.

The referee quickly blew the halftime whistle and all the players headed towards the locker room.

Even the Hungarian players, who had always been tough, lowered their heads at this moment, giving up hope for the game and really starting to fear the big score.

"If you score a hat-trick this time, you will be the second person in the history of the European Cup."

Azar came to Chen Yufeng's side at this time, high-fived and said with a smile.

Because he wanted to hit some records, he was relatively clear about the historical data of the European Cup and had done it before.

"There should be a lot of hat tricks, right?" Chen Yufeng replied with a smile. He didn't expect that he was so close to the record.

"There are quite a few in the group stage, including Platini, Van Basten, Kluivert and others."

Hazard thought for a while and elaborated: "The most recent one should be David Villa in 08. He also completed a hat trick in the group stage."

"But in the knockout rounds, the last hat trick dates back to West Germany's match against Yugoslavia. It should have been 72 or 76. Dietmüller once accomplished this feat."

"So long ago?" Chen Yufeng was a little surprised.

"Yes, this is really difficult." Azar patted Chen Yufeng on the back, feeling a little sore, "Your luck is really good."

"So, Yufeng's name will be put together with those top shooters?" Lukaku also walked up from the side and sighed.

"I am a top shooter myself." Chen Yufeng's mood improved and he walked towards the players' tunnel.

Not long after, everyone who returned to the locker room saw Courtois sitting in the corner, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

From a competition perspective, everyone of them must be happy. They are about to enter the quarterfinals of the European Cup.

But when I returned to the locker room and saw this thorn, many people still didn't know how to deal with it.

After the group stage, Courtois seemed to be completely separated from everyone, gradually drifting away.

It is said that the day before this game, he even left the team's base camp without authorization and ran outside to live with his father.

This is a very serious violation of discipline, but in such a special period, no one will pursue him.

It's already bad to the extreme, where can you find the lower limit?
  "A perfect first half. We will continue to work hard in the second half and use our beautiful offense to give the fans a good time."

Mr. Wilmots walked in, clapped his hands with a smile, and looked much more relaxed.

He also set his sights on Chen Yufeng, "Come on and hit the hat trick. You definitely deserve to leave your name in the history of the European Cup."

"Of course I will." Chen Yufeng smiled and nodded.

At this time, Courtois, who was not far away, suddenly snorted softly, as if he was very disdainful.

Although there were people talking in the locker room at this time, the overall situation was relatively quiet.

His small move was captured by many people.

"If you really don't want to be with everyone, you can stay in the locker room during the second half of the game."

Wilmots's voice sounded, and he once again chose to start a direct confrontation.

He will never allow the team's players who performed well in the first half to be affected by Courtois's behavior.

"If at this moment, I can't do this to someone who openly accuses me at the press conference, then I am not a man." Courtois still did not give in, tilted his head and spoke out .

"You're so paranoid!"

This time, even Hazard, his teammate at Chelsea, couldn't stand it anymore and spoke out.

"What does this have to do with paranoia? Do I have to swallow my anger all the time?" Courtois turned to look at Hazard, even a little aggrieved, "That's not my character!"

"Did anyone tell you to swallow your anger?" Mignolet's voice sounded. He had wanted to say it for a long time, "If you are willing to be a mute, see who will pay attention to you. Don't always feel that others are targeting you!"

"It's you! It's you who has been causing trouble, haven't you noticed?!"

Mignolet has been Courtois's substitute before. As the team's second goalkeeper, respect for the first goal is a must.

This made him always afraid to make some outrageous moves when facing Courtois before, and it was even more impossible to respond like today.

But in today's competition, Chen Yufeng's support for him gave him this courage.

Don't think that it is a small move, it represents Chen Yufeng's position.

Isn't Chen Yufeng's current position important?

Impossible, since scoring four goals in the group stage to help Belgium qualify, his position has become very important.

This is definitely a very important figure in the Belgian team now and has a great say.

This is what Chen Yufeng achieved with his own performance, and he can certainly radiate it to others.

Football is definitely a world of strong men.

As long as you enter here, it doesn't matter whether you are the royal heir of a small country or the son of an oil and steel tycoon, it doesn't matter.

Maybe people usually respect you because of your identity, but if you can't perform convincingly, no one will spoil you in the locker room or on the court.

"What did you say? How dare you talk to me like this?!" Courtois stood up from his seat again, and the atmosphere instantly became tense again.

The people around him quickly stood up and held Courtois back to prevent the situation from escalating further.

"Courtois, if you can make the squad for the next game, it will be my fault!"

Wilmots shouted and walked out of the locker room with his chest heaving.

Others also walked out of the locker room one after another, leaving Courtois and several other staff members behind for a moment.

"Oh!"

Courtois slammed his gloves to the ground, using this method to vent his emotions.

He knew very well that everything about him on this team was completely out of control.

Things were gradually developing in a direction he didn't want to see.

But what can he do?
  Should he be asked to apologize to everyone and head coach Wilmots?
  Courtois has self-respect and is unwilling to apologize to someone he feels has no ability.

But those people he really felt were powerful were unwilling to stand on his side for various reasons...

This made him gradually become crazy and bewildered, feeling like everyone was targeting him. "I want to see where you can go!"

Courtois complained to the staff and walked directly out of the locker room.

He did not go to the tunnel, but walked directly in the direction of the exit.

He's leaving early.

…………

"CCTV, the second half of Belgium's match against Hungary has begun."

In the live broadcast seat, CCTV commentator Liu Jiayuan's voice sounded again: "We noticed one point. Courtois, the Belgian team's goalkeeper, did not even come to the playing field in the second half."

"This makes us wonder, did the situation escalate again during halftime?"

"It shouldn't be. The Belgian team has obviously played very well in these games. What reason is there to cause this situation at this time? It's really puzzling."

"This makes me worry about their future. After this game, how will they play against Wales?"

"Even if Wales passes, how will they face Portugal and Poland in the semi-finals?"

"Instability has always been a worrying point for this team. If Courtois cannot appear on the goal line, Mignolet's ability will always make people a little worried."

"..."

While he was talking, the game on the court was already in full swing.

The Belgian players quickly separated themselves from the halftime drama and focused on the game.

In any case, they are in a good situation now, so they just need to keep fighting.

The dissatisfaction with Courtois can be pinned on the wonderful tackles one after another, and the feeling of venting when he blasts the opponent's goal.

They want to play a fun big score!
  "Bang bang bang!"

Continuous passes sounded, and the Belgian team organized attacks again and again, and soon the Hungarian defense was breathless.

"Shaloy! Come back and defend!"

"Pingte! Ruzak! Take it back!"

When they got to the back, they had to call back the three attackers who were slightly forward, and directly started a formation that was close to a frontless formation.

There is nothing we can do about it. At this time, we may not be thinking about counterattack, but pushing through.

Many people even began to think in their hearts that if it ended with a score of zero to three, maybe it would be acceptable?

At least it's not like Ireland's [-]-[-]...

And once you have this idea, it is really a precursor to collapse.

"Oh!"

In the [-]st minute of the game, Belgium's rotation in the midfield changed again and the ball was handed to the feet of center Lukaku.

Lukaku turned around and wanted to take a long shot, but saw Hazard advancing from the wing.

He immediately passed the ball with a through ball and once again penetrated the Hungarian defense.

Hazard started very quickly. In just a moment, he got rid of the Hungarian defenders and passed a cross towards the center first.

"A cross! Point forward! Lukaku missed! Beautiful!"

"Zhuhaz! He made a mistake! The defensive players can't miss it."

"Chen Yufeng, the door is empty!"

The commentator Liu Jiayuan's voice kept ringing. When he said the last sentence, Liu Jiayuan stood up from his seat and raised his hands.

He had already seen that Chen Yufeng appeared at the landing point of the football, and there was no one around him to mark him.

The back of the Hungarian goal.

"Oh!"

Chen Yufeng came here, kept calm at the last moment, and pushed the ball into the dead center of the goal.

The ball was so close that the goalkeeper couldn't come over in time. It could indeed be said to be an empty goal.

The moment he saw the football touch the net, he closed his eyes and raised his hands high, pointing to the sky.

hat trick!

The second hat trick of his career!

"Yeahhhhhhh...!!"

The crazy shouts of the fans at the scene rang in Chen Yufeng's ears. He lay down on the ground with great enjoyment, using this completely relaxing way to listen to his own moment.

"Oh! Yufeng!!"

"You did it! You really did it!"

"No, you actually completed a hat trick in such a short period of time, how proud of me!"

Hazard, Lukaku and others all came to Chen Yufeng, squatting on the ground and shouting frantically at him.

Soon, the few people who saw Chen Yufeng motionless imitated Chen Yufeng's movements and lay down on the ground with their hands spread out.

"Crack!"

The reporter with a good camera angle on the sidelines quickly took note of this scene.

This may be a very important moment, and it will also be a famous painting of this European Cup that sweeps the European Cup and spreads to the world.

After the shooting, the reporter looked towards the base picture, and soon had a look of satisfaction on his face.

Looking around, four or five members of the Belgian team were lying on the ground, and standing next to them were De Bruyne and Meunier, who were smiling.

Not far behind them, there were many players wearing Hungarian team uniforms, looking towards them with absent-minded eyes, a little envious and a little frustrated.

Four to zero, the big score has come...

(End of this chapter)