Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 201 ‘Second-rate’ shooter Chen Yufeng, let’s see who is the loser after the game? (Ask for monthly ticket)

The war is imminent, and everything seems to have entered a fast pace today.

The players on both sides walked into the court with serious expressions and without much communication, and went to the court for warm-up activities.

Hundreds of media organizations from all over the world have come here and started their final reports before the game.

"Behind me, the Stade de Bordeaux is where the first game of the semi-finals will be played. Belgium will be wearing their home red jerseys, while Portugal will be wearing their away jerseys."

CCTV reporter Liu Jiayuan is here today as a frontline reporting guest and did not enter the commentary box.

"We all know that the Belgian team has the strongest offensive firepower in this tournament, while Portugal appears on the court with more stability."

"This is also a major highlight of this game. The Portuguese team, which is working together to win the championship, can withstand the Belgian team's rampage due to the injury of its main defender Pepe."

Liu Jiayuan pointed to the Bordeaux Stadium behind him, smiled and faced the camera, "Let's conduct some off-field interviews, and then enter the on-site pre-match press conference."

After saying this, he walked around the stadium and quickly found fans of the Portuguese team who were willing to be interviewed.

"What do you think of today's game?" Liu Jiayuan can speak Portuguese, which is why he was selected to appear here today.

"Frankly speaking, I am a little worried. I don't know what kind of attitude Santos' team will appear on the court, whether it will be offensive or defensive, confident or cautious."

The Portuguese fan spoke quickly, with some worry on his expression, "This is a difficult game. There may be hidden dangers no matter what choice you make, but I choose to believe in our team."

"I hope the Belgian team's offensive line will be in a worse state today, hahaha."

In fact, what this fan said was quite sincere, and he expressed all his worries without saying that he was blindly confident or anything like that.

Liu Jiayuan chatted a few more words while translating with the audience in front of the TV.

After that, he found other nearby Portuguese fans and conducted interviews.

This time the Portuguese fan was different. He had a strong sense of camera. Before Liu Jiayuan came up, he came to the camera holding the Portuguese flag.

"Listen! Our opponent is a mercenary army. They have the most patchwork defense line and the least cohesive team!"

"We are the complete opposite. We have a good big brother in our team, and around him are people who want to do something together!"

"We will definitely win the final victory and win the European Cup!"

This scene actually made Liu Jiayuan a little confused. He smiled bitterly and then came to the camera and first translated what the fan said.

By the time he finished translating, the fan had disappeared and seemed to be eager to enter.

Liu Jiayuan shook his head and smiled, then looked for the fans of the Belgian team.

He couldn't do it this time. The Belgians spoke too many languages, including Dutch, French, and German, but he was not fluent in all of them.

An interpreter appears on camera at this time and will help him conduct the interview later.

"Are you confident in the game?" Liu Jiayuan walked up and stopped a Belgian fan.

After some testing, the translator learned that the other party was probably a French-speaking resident and communicated in French.

"Of course, we are unstoppable! We will beat Portugal by six goals!"

"Look at the state of their offensive line this tournament. They can only score one or two of us at most, but we can score six of them!"

"Remember, it's the same as the previous game, still six!"

The Belgian fan also seemed very confident and active, and started talking nonsense to the camera while matching his body movements.

"Who is the best player on the team? In your heart." Liu Jiayuan continued to ask, and the translator quickly translated for him.

"Of course it's Chen Yufeng!"

Speaking of this, the Belgian fan's eyes lit up, and then he noticed the skin color of Liu Jiayuan and others, and guessed something, "Are you from his hometown?"

After receiving a positive answer, he said enthusiastically: "Chen Yufeng is the well-deserved best player in this tournament. Even if we don't make it to the semi-finals, he will be."

"Scoring eight goals in the European Cup finals, what an incredible statistic! He is simply outstanding, he directed those tragedies!"

"People often say we are a miserable country, a patchwork country, and they also say our team is a patchwork team."

"But so what? We just put it together. We don't even have to represent a country, just a team!"

The Belgian fan became more and more excited as he talked, and in the end he even started to give examples, "A classic story that everyone knows, the warrior who slays the dragon."

"I want to say that this is the way this team is put together. We don't belong to anyone. We just come together to challenge other traditional giant teams!"

"They are a group of warriors, and they represent our will! So I support each of them unconditionally!"

After saying this, the fan looked at his watch and finally shouted to the camera, "Belgium! Come on! Chen Yufeng! Come on!!"

Before the translator could finish translating his words, he turned around and walked towards the inside of the stadium.

Liu Jiayuan smiled bitterly again, then faced the screen and said: "I think what he said is very good. This may be what more Belgian fans think."

"Now, the value and significance of continuing to interview outside the court may not be great. Let's enter the stadium and go to the press conference."

"In this unprecedented battle, we will wait and see who will take the next step forward and reach a wider altitude!"

"Later, the live broadcast of the game will be carried out on CCTV5!"

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Not long after, the Portuguese team held a pre-match press conference.

Head coach Santos and Ronaldo are sitting here, accepting interviews from the media.

"Mr. Santos, is the team ready to beat Belgium? Will Belgium's six-goal victory put some pressure on Portugal?" A reporter quickly started asking questions.

"We are certainly well prepared."

Santos is a veteran, and he handled it with ease: "That won't put pressure on us. We just want to be ourselves, and we will worry about the rest on the court."    "So, Cristiano, your performance in this tournament is not as good as yours. It’s not very good, and Chen Yufeng of the other team has scored eight goals so far. Do you think his ability can be compared with yours, or can it be said to be at the level of Melo that people often say?" Some reporters turned the finger. Ronaldo.

Ronaldo was not too surprised when he heard this question, as if he had known such a question for a long time.

"Yes, he's playing well and in great form."

He nodded first and then said: "But in today's football world, Messi and I are unique in our ability. We are not comparable to any shooter."

"If Chen Yufeng wants to go further, he undoubtedly needs more championships, better league performance and Champions League performance."

"As for this tournament, my data is indeed not as gorgeous as his, but I think that when looking at a player, you should not look at the national team period, because we often shoulder more other important responsibilities and face stronger targets."

"You are right, so can we think that Mr. Cristiano thinks that Chen Yufeng is only a second-rate shooter, but he is the first-rate shooter." The reporter quickly started to start a fight, which is always their usual method.

"I didn't say that."

Ronaldo shook his head, then frowned and said: "But I don't think there is anything wrong with this statement."

He was always very confident, almost arrogant.

This will make many people fall madly in love with his paranoia, and will also make many people think that he has very obvious shortcomings.

"Have you ever thought that Portugal might lose the game?" a reporter continued to ask.

"Before anything happens, I always believe in myself and my team, and I don't think I will be the loser."

Ronaldo continued: "Even if this sometimes puts me in an embarrassing situation after the game, and I will be attacked by the media, I will not change my opinion."

"Even if a small failure occurs, I will use greater success to win everything back."

"But we have entered the knockout rounds. If we fail, we will be eliminated. And the European Cup is only held every four years." A reporter added to Ronaldo's answer.

"I'm sorry you didn't hear me clearly. My first sentence was, I don't think I will lose." Ronaldo tilted his head, looking very helpless.

By now in the interview, Santos' presence is no longer strong. It's entirely him fighting the media.

This represents his influence, topicality, and attention.

In every sense of the word, he is a very successful player.

"Well... let's go back to the original topic. You have indeed only scored two goals so far, but Chen Yufeng has already scored eight. Regardless of tactical role or other things, have you lost?" A reporter also asked Want to support the fire.

In fact, this fire is really good, but it is a little bit stubborn.

But Cristiano Ronaldo is a person who has very high demands on himself. He will not allow the word "lose" to keep lingering in his ears.

Cristiano Ronaldo's mood turned slightly worse. "After this game is over, you will see who is the loser. Again, I believe in myself."

After saying this, he and Santos left the press conference venue. Many reporters immediately began to record and summarize, and then began to wait for the Belgian team's press conference to begin.

Not long after, Wilmots and Chen Yufeng came here and sat where Santos and Ronaldo had been.

"Three or four minutes. After that, we will make final preparations."

Wilmots limited a time, and then looked towards the reporters in the audience.

"After the team loses Courtois, the strength of the defense will inevitably decline again. Is this a hidden danger?"

A reporter stood up to ask this question, and then added: "I am not saying that expelling Courtois is wrong, I am just stating a fact."

"We're not a defensive team, so it's not a problem for us."

Wilmots certainly won't fall into this trap. He won't say something to lower the team's morale before the game. "Offense is the best defense. We only focus on the frontcourt."

"Everyone must already know our style, so I don't want to explain any more about these issues."

The reporters in the audience nodded one after another, and then someone stood up again and looked at Chen Yufeng.

"Mr. Chen Yufeng, not long ago, Cristiano said that you are a second-rate striker and you will see who is the loser after this game. What do you think of this?"

Chen Yufeng's expression changed slightly after hearing this question, and then he raised his eyebrows and said: "Cristiano is a player I respect very much. He is indeed top-notch."

"If he really said that, I think I agree with his last sentence, we will see after the game who is the real loser."

The smell of gunpowder came out instantly, which is actually inevitable.

Chen Yufeng doesn't have an opinion against anyone, and he definitely doesn't have any special opinions about anyone.

No matter in his previous life or in this life, he is a neutral fan who likes many teams and players.

Melo, Ibrahimovic, Inzaghi, Maldini, Nesta, Giggs and so on.

But this kind of love will not drive him to become a fan of these stars or anything.

Maybe he was when he was a fan, but not now.

He gets excited about playing against these players and doesn't show any signs of intimidation if things get heated.

This will only make him want to win this game even more and taste this extremely comfortable feeling of victory!

This is just part of the game and represents the strong desire of both sides to win this game!
  "Will you score in today's game? Or do you think Cristiano will score in today's game?" a reporter asked again.

"I hope I can." Chen Yufeng nodded.

"There is one more question..." a reporter reminded.

"That's something he has to consider, not me." Chen Yufeng shook his head again.

After a few more questions, Wilmots waved his hand to stop the questioning and took Chen Yufeng to the locker room.

The competition has officially started and the final countdown has entered!

(End of this chapter)