Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 202 The semi-finals officially begin, a secret rivalry with Cristiano Ronaldo (please vote for me)

"CCTV, CCTV!!"

"What you are watching now is the 2016 European Cup in France, a semi-final match between Belgium and Portugal!"

"The game has started. In the first half of the game, the Portuguese team took the lead in taking the ball from the center circle!"

Not long after, the main commentator He Wei and the deputy commentator Zhu Xiaoyu appeared in the on-site commentary seats, enthusiastically providing first-line commentary to the audience in front of the TV.

"Let's take a look at the starting lineups of both sides. On the Portuguese side, goalkeeper Patricio, double central defenders Bruno and José Fonte, Cedric and Guerrero on both sides."

"Four midfielders, diamond positioning, Danilo Pereira in the defensive midfielder position, double midfielder Mario and Silva, and attacking midfielder Sanchez."

"The ones at the front are Nani and Ronaldo."

"As for the Belgian team, there has been little change from the last game. The goalkeeper position..."

As they introduced the starting lineup, the game had officially started at the Grand Stade de Bordeaux.

In this summer European Cup feast, the first final ticket will be decided today!

Should we become a winner and officially enter the championship battle, or should we become a loser and leave the European Cup in despair!
  The result may be decided in two hours!
  The scene quickly became heated, and the fans in the stands cheered one after another, giving the team their warmest support.

"Portugal! Portugal! Portugal!"

"Cristiano! Cristiano! Cristiano!"

The Portuguese fans seemed enthusiastic, hugging each other in the stands wearing red clothes and jumping up and down to cheer.

Their shouts resounded throughout the entire stadium, and the sound of horse tramps and cheers came together, making the place seem like a plain where the cavalry was about to charge!

Everyone hopes that his will can be transmitted to the players, so that they have stronger confidence and higher fighting spirit on the battlefield!
  On the other side, the fans of the Belgian team were also not to be outdone, and then organized demonstrations.

They gathered together, and after a few seconds of activity, they scattered the pieces of paper in their hands into the sky, turning half of the stands into a sea of ​​red, like exploding plasma!
  This represents their killing heart. They hope to see the team defeat the opponent on the field and use their sharpest spear to defeat the opponent!
  Since the home jerseys of both sides are red, and most fans only buy home games, the divisions in the stands today are not obvious to the naked eye. The entire venue is a sea of ​​red.

The impact this brought to the players was also huge, making them fight even more courageously on the court.

As Portugal passed the ball, the Belgian players quickly began to press high and played very proactively.

Lukaku took the lead and rushed towards José Fonte who was about to receive the ball. Hazard and Chen Yufeng stuck the two full-backs closely. De Bruyne and Nainggolan stepped forward to press the midfielder.

"Oh!"

After José Fonte got the ball, he passed a long pass directly to Ronaldo's head.

Cristiano Ronaldo successfully fought for the ball, but the second penalty was not taken by his teammates, but was taken away by Witsel.

"Back, back, back!"

Santos on the sidelines waved his hands anxiously, signaling the players to quickly retreat towards the second half to resist the Belgian team's onslaught.

They have to survive the early stages and then attack in the second half.

The Portuguese players' tactical execution was quite good. They quickly tightened their [-]-[-]-[-] formation and were eagerly waiting for the opportunity to counterattack.

"Bang bang bang!"

Belgium quickly started a rapid conduction, constantly launching large-scale sieges on the left or right.

However, the assisting defense of Portugal's double midfielder indeed resulted in the concentration of people in these two areas in a short period of time, making it difficult to penetrate.

Chen Yufeng felt very strongly. As long as he received the ball on the right today, he would definitely see three Portuguese defenders when he looked up.

They will not sit still and wait for death. One of them will immediately come up and attack you fiercely, constantly interfering with your dribbling.

Even if you can pass him because of his recklessness, the player behind you will kick the football away in an instant.

Even Cristiano Ronaldo, a player on the front line, sometimes comes back to help Portugal block Chen Yufeng's return line, making his goal-conceding rate higher.

This must be a bit uncomfortable. Chen Yufeng can only endure it and wait for a good opportunity to come.

"Oh!"

In the sixth minute of the game, Belgium finally completed a wonderful interplay on the left. Hazard passed by the Portuguese full-back and passed the ball to the center of the penalty area.

Lukaku, who was following, quickly took off with José Fonte, but due to interference, the two of them jumped up together, causing the football to fly towards the back.

"Bang!!"

This time, Chen Yufeng had no one to worry about. He volleyed the ball with his right foot from a small angle and directly towards the near corner of the goal.

Patricio, the candidate for the best goalkeeper in this tournament, immediately reacted shockingly and punched the ball out of the baseline.

"Damage!! How can you get in the middle! How can you do marking from behind!"

Portuguese coach Santos on the sidelines looked extremely angry and cursed through gritted teeth. He was very dissatisfied with the defense.

How could this kind of opportunity be given to Belgium? If you give Chen Yufeng one or two more shots, can you guarantee that Patricio can save them all?

"It's the semi-finals, so cheer me up and play as if it's the last game!"

Santos kept slapping his palms to signal the players to tighten up a little.

On the court, De Bruyne came to the corner kick area, preparing to take the first corner kick of the game for Belgium.

Chen Yufeng stood in front of the small penalty area line and prepared to grab the point. Ronaldo came to his side at this time.

The two of them looked at each other without any expression, but they both knew what happened at the pre-match press conference and wanted to restrain the other and compete on the court.

"Bang!!"

De Bruyne's corner kick was quickly taken. Chen Yufeng faked a run towards the front point, and then quickly followed towards the back point, ready to take off.

As a top striker, Cristiano Ronaldo had already guessed that Chen Yufeng might make a fake move. He just carefully judged the landing point, then reached the limit distance where he could touch the ball, and took the lead to take off.

"Oh!"

He headed the ball out of the penalty area and resolved the crisis.

Chen Yufeng, who was watching from the back, was indeed a little embarrassed. After receiving a header from the golden bomber Klinsmann, his header ability was indeed better than that of most players.

But because his current explosive power is not top-notch, his jumping ability cannot be compared with Ronaldo.

This header is indeed of historical level...

He can hit the ball from a higher height than others.

Chen Yufeng gave a slight thumbs up in his heart. He was not discouraged, but continued to invest in the team's offensive and defensive transitions.

Cristiano Ronaldo didn't make any expression after completing the rescue, and just passed by Chen Yufeng.

But both of them also knew that they were already competing in secret.

The game time passed like this, and Portugal was occasionally able to create threats through some good counterattack opportunities.

Belgium continued to look for opportunities and breakthroughs through passing and controlling in the frontcourt.

"Teacher Zhu Xiaoyu, do you still remember the first half of the match between Belgium and Ireland?"

In the CCTV commentary seat, He Wei smiled and asked: "Isn't this a bit similar?"

"Indeed." Zhu Xiaoyu nodded in agreement: "Portugal and Italy, including Ireland, are actually relatively strong teams overall."

"Once they put their defense on the line, don't reveal any flaws, and prepare for assisting defense, it will actually be difficult for them to break in with Belgium's positional warfare capabilities."

"Yes." He Wei nodded and looked at the court. "Up to now, both teams must be top teams. In this kind of positional battle, neither side has the possibility to easily break the defense."

"I think there are only two possibilities. One is that the Portuguese team makes a mistake and allows the Belgian team to catch it. The other is that players like Chen Yufeng or Hazard can use their personal abilities and creativity to open up a gap."

"It depends on whether the Portuguese team will give this opportunity. Pepe's injury is also a hidden danger for them. José Fonte and Bruno rarely cooperate in defense."

"The same is true on the other hand. If the Belgian team makes any obvious mistakes in the defensive counterattack, the Portuguese team will create an absolute chance with its ability to seize opportunities."

"..."

As the game continued to move forward, the scene became more and more heated, and both sides gradually let go of their hands and began to try more.

"Oh!"

In the [-]th minute of the game, Portugal made a long pass from the backcourt and directly found Nani who suddenly moved forward.

The ball was passed very well, accurately over the head of Belgian defender Alderweireld and falling in front of Nani.

A flash of light flashed across Nani's expression. After taking a quick look, he wanted to pick up the ball and move forward at high speed, creating a one-on-one situation.

"Oh!"

He stopped the ball well, stopping a certain distance, which was enough for him to pick up speed in a short time.

But at this moment, Belgium goalkeeper Mignolet suddenly abandoned the goal and slid the ball out of Nani's control, leaving it at his feet.

Nani quickly turned around, trying to complete the steal before Mignolet got up and shoot directly into the empty goal.

"Oh!"

Mignolet used all his strength to kick the ball away while falling to the ground.

The force of the ball was not great, but due to its height, it eventually came within the control of De Bruyne in the frontcourt.

De Bruyne stopped the ball with one kick, turned around and waded towards the Portuguese goal area, quickly switching from defense to offense.

Now it's the Belgian team's turn to attack!
  (End of this chapter)