Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 196 The perfect ending, the unstoppable Chen Yufeng (please vote)

"Own goal! This is an own goal! Chen Yufeng's cross caused chaos at the front of the Welsh penalty area. It should have been Ashley Williams who touched the ball!!"

CCTV commentator Liu Jiayuan was rummaging through the information recorded before the game and said excitedly: "Chen Yufeng completed a hat trick of assists in this game! This is a feat!"

"According to records, since 1980, only two people have completed an assist hat trick, namely the Danish legendary star Laudrup and the Portuguese star Rui Costa!"

"Chen Yufeng is the third player in the history of the European Cup to complete a hat trick of assists! What a record crusher!"

"Five to three! The eighth goal of the game appeared! Players from both sides scored four goals each, but unfortunately, one of Wales' goals was an own goal!"

"..."

While he was talking, the fans who stayed up late to watch the game in the live broadcast room immediately sent out a lot of barrages, and various exclamation marks and question marks were immediately thrown out to express their exclamation.

"Hat-trick in the game, hat-trick in assists in this game, who else has such a record in the knockout rounds?"

"It's incredible. I feel that the European Cup is a arena for his transformation, from a top shooter to a superstar!"

"Assisting a hat trick is definitely more difficult than scoring a goal, because there are many factors involved with your teammates. No matter how good your pass is, if your teammates can't score, it's still in vain."

"Benteke, this traditional virtue, is more efficient than Lukaku. If his impact is stronger, he can be a starter!"

"Chen Yufeng is awesome! He has finally shown off his trump card! He is about to turn thirty-one and has more possibilities!"

"I, like most people, believe that Leicester City will not be able to achieve very good results in the Champions League next year, but it is different now. With Dr. Chen in charge, they have the help of superstar-level players."

"I wonder if this European Cup record will help Chen Yufeng become the captain of Leicester City after returning!"

"Come on! Keep coming!"

"..."

Many fans expressed their emotions crazily, as if they were immersed in the scene.

This game was really enjoyable to watch.

The two sides combined to score eight goals, and maybe there will be more later!
  In such a high-level intercontinental competition, such a big-scoring goal battle is rare!

All the fans continued to watch with great anticipation, looking forward to the goals that might come later.

"Speak! Mad Dog Coleman! Speak!"

On the sidelines of the court, after Wilmots celebrated, he waved his right hand again towards the frustrated Coleman and shouted, "Aren't you thick-skinned? Why are you speechless as soon as you score!"

"This team is able to reverse the situation through crazy offense! Did they steal the tactics and the players' personal abilities?"

Wilmots turned around proudly and strode back and forth on the sidelines, his emotions reaching a climax.

Next to them, Lukaku, Witsel and others even hugged each other excitedly.

"The semi-finals are waving at us! The tickets for the finals are also waving at us!"

Lukaku finally showed a smile and put Courtois and the Welsh team behind him, "We must try our best to win the final championship!"

"So what if you are playing dirty tricks? It's not like you can't defeat us."

Witsel breathed a sigh of relief. He finally no longer had to worry, "Who allowed us to have Yufeng and so many outstanding forwards?"

Other players on the bench were celebrating, laughing and hugging.

After Courtois came out, Mertens felt a little out of place. He has become much more at ease these days.

Especially after watching the performance of the Belgian Four Guys, he did not dare to have any emotions anymore.

In the past few days, he has gradually started chatting with Carrasco about Chen Yufeng.

"How old do you think his end will be?" Carrasco looked at Chen Yufeng blankly and asked.

"let me see."

Mertens did not escape, guessing: "With the way he plays, maybe he is thirty-three years old? Thirty-five years old?"

"What about the peak period?" Carrasco asked again.

"Who knows, there is a high probability that it will happen now."

Mertens also glanced in the direction of Chen Yufeng, bit his lip and hesitated for a while: "Otherwise, he would be too monster, wouldn't he? If he becomes more and more monster, won't he have to win the Golden Globe?"

"I only know that the wealthy clubs that did not bid for him in advance this year are regretting it." Carrasco shook his head and sighed.

"It's not too late, right?"

Mertens couldn't help but said: "At this level, it won't be a problem to play for another year or two. This is the top level."

"If the contract is renewed, everything will be more troublesome. It is definitely too late to talk to the players now."

Carrasco shook his head and said: "Staying in Leicester City will be in vain unless we continue to win a decent championship next season."

"Who knows, Leicester City is so strange. This is a team where no one knows the upper and lower limits." Mertens sighed.

While the two of them were chatting, the game on the field had entered the final stage.

The Welsh did not give up yet and continued to attack the goal under the leadership of big brother Bale.

"Bang bang bang!"

Continuous passes sounded, and Wales' attack was very fast, constantly threatening Belgium's goal.

Having come step by step as a dark horse, they certainly don't want to stop here. They are unwilling, very unwilling!
  You obviously knew this team's tactics in advance, so why couldn't you beat them in the end?

What a shame!

"Push forward! Don't stop, thrust forward!"

Bell's shouts kept ringing, and he was still encouraging these players, wanting them to grit their teeth and charge forward again.

The Welsh players are indeed charging, but their physical energy seems to be almost exhausted.

They really want to break through the gate of the Belgian team and make a name for themselves!
  Otherwise, the harsh words they dropped will definitely turn into jokes and become a talking point for the Belgian players.

Even after the game, the Belgian players will use this to insult themselves!
  Thinking of this, the Welsh players represented by Joe Allen, with the mentality of having to run themselves into cramps, launched an attack on the Belgian goal.

But time seems to be running out...

"It's the [-]th minute of the game. We saw Wilmots on the sidelines preparing to make a substitution. Carrasco stood beside him. Are he preparing to wait until the dead ball to replace Chen Yufeng?"

"I saw an interesting point on social forums before the game. When he realizes that a player is about to replace him, Chen Yufeng's threat level will suddenly increase by several levels."

"Probably seven or eight times, as soon as someone is waiting for him on the sidelines, he will score a goal. Let's see if this law will appear again today."

"The ball was not dead yet, Mignolet threw the ball to Meunier, and Meunier advanced with the ball."

"De Bruyne! With a transfer, the ball came to the forward Vertonghen. He should be trying to attack for Belgium and can no longer be suppressed by Wales' counterattack."

"..."

On the pitch, Vertonghen led the football forward at high speed, observing and speeding up.

He soon saw Welsh midfielder Gunter coming to defend him.

Vertonghen wants to pass the ball to De Bruyne in the center. His passing ability is not strong, and he may not be able to beat Gunter even if he is quick.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed that Gunter made an anticipatory movement and stretched his legs to the side to intercept.

"Oh!"

Vertonghen immediately smiled and continued to rush forward with the ball without stopping.

He glanced at Hazard in front of him, and then looked at De Bruyne who was advancing forward. Neither of them were in a good position, and it was unlikely that they would do anything after receiving the ball.

In this case, why not make a pass...

"Oh!"

Vertonghen aimed the pass at Benteke at the back point, but failed to control his footwork and hit the ball too high.

"It's leaking! Don't touch it!"

In the Welsh penalty area, Ashley Williams, who was marking Benteke, immediately commanded that this kind of ball would just go out of the baseline, and there was no need to cause trouble for himself.

"No touch, no touch!"

Joe Allen, who returned to the penalty area, immediately raised his right hand and shook it twice, making a "five" gesture to indicate that he did not touch the ball.

Everyone followed the football, relaxed their tense bodies, and turned to look at the football, wanting to make a final confirmation.

"Bang!!"

As soon as they turned their heads, they suddenly heard a heavy sound of the ball being touched, and even looking over, they could only see the thigh of a player.

Looking up again, Chen Yufeng's head had already touched the football and he smashed the ball into the far corner of the goal.

"Do not……"

A Welsh player muttered something softly, and the hair on his body stood up.

Chen Yufeng, do you still want to score goals?

Is it so scary that we have to catch a team and beat it to death?

"Shhh!!"

A powerful and heavy header hit the goal. The speed was close to a close range shot, and it quickly hit the far corner of the net!

Numb!
  The Welsh players even felt a little numb on their faces!
  The sixth!

"Yeahhhh...!"

This time, even the cheers of the fans were much lower, as if they were used to the team's powerful offensive firepower.

After scoring the goal, Chen Yufeng was very excited. After landing from the sky, he gritted his teeth and raised his right hand.

He turned his attention to Joe Allen, who had mocked them a long time ago, and compared his right hand to a 'five' in a sullen manner: "No touch, no touch!"

"Mr. Joe Allen really doesn't even forget to count how many goals his team has conceded on defense."

"But it's not five now." Chen Yufeng said while changing the gesture five to the gesture six, "Now it's six!"

After saying this, he took a deep breath and rushed to the side of the court to kneel down.

To end the game with a goal was perfect!

(End of this chapter)