Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 203: Calmly shaking, transforming into a superstar (please vote for me)
  "Belgium's opportunity to switch from defense to attack, they have created many goals in this opportunity, this is their favorite rhythm."

"There is space in Portugal's midfield, and De Bruyne chooses to move the ball forward. Let's take a look at this attack!"

Football poet He Wei continued to provide comments to the audience in front of the TV. People's hearts were also tightened and they kept watching the situation on the court.

Near the Portuguese midfield line.

De Bruyne's dribbling speed is not too slow, at least the Portuguese midfielder Silva behind him cannot catch up with him.

"Oh!"

When he came to the five-meter area in front of the penalty area, seeing the dense number of defenders in front, De Bruyne passed the ball to Chen Yufeng on the wing.

Chen Yufeng quickly started to break through after receiving the ball. In this level of competition, he must ensure that every action of his is the fastest.

As long as he is a little slower than two seconds, he will be greeted by a big block or a circle of Portuguese players!

"Oh!"

He took the ball towards Guerrero, stepped out of the ball the moment before Guerrero took the shot, swung away from a small angle, and sent a high ball towards the back point of the penalty area.

Guerrero was not a vegetarian either. He turned around and wanted to block the pass with a sliding tackle, but he was still slow in the last step and just touched the football with his toes.

His move did cause the high-speed flying football to change direction slightly, but the trajectory after the change was obviously unfavorable to them, and it fell directly in front of Lukaku.

"Lukaku! Hit the goal with one kick!"

"Patricio made a key save! Lukaku's shot was too good!"

"Any more? The second penalty seems to be Hazard! This is the Belgian team's best offensive opportunity so far in the first half!"

As CCTV commentator He Wei's excited voice sounded, the Belgian players on the court suddenly rushed towards the Portuguese penalty area.

They were like hungry tigers pouncing on food, aiming at Portugal's goal and launched a crazy attack!

After Lukaku's shot was blocked, Hazard made a follow-up shot and pushed toward the near corner.

"Oh!"

A muffled sound sounded again, and after Patricio got up, he made a blocking action again, and completed the save with his second reaction.

This time the second penalty kick belonged to the Portuguese team. Their defender José Fonte kicked the ball backwards in an attempt to clear the dangerous area.

Unfortunately, this ball can only see the sky but not the distance.

"Oh!"

On the outside of the penalty area was Nainggolan. His right foot exploded against the football, hitting the football like a cannonball towards the Portuguese goal.

As the football was traveling, it accidentally touched De Bruyne's foot and bounced up again.

"Also! De Bruyne! Belgium's siege situation!"

"Have you got it? José Fonte blocked the ball again! Still didn't score!!"

"Wait! Chen Yufeng!"

Just after the Belgian team fired four consecutive shots, Chen Yufeng had already stepped in from the other side of the penalty area and controlled the football.

He looked at the dense crowd of people in the penalty area and immediately made a volley with his left foot.

"Boom."

José Fonte and Patricio in front of him seemed to be addicted to blocking and saving, and they immediately flew out in one direction. However, Chen Yufeng suddenly kicked back and smashed the ball towards his right foot.

With this move, he not only shook away José Fonte and Patricio, but also shook the personal lens that was following him.

At this time, the audience in front of the TV could clearly see that the camera trembled suddenly towards the goal, and then quickly turned to Chen Yufeng.

Obviously, this was a fake shot that deceived the whole world!
  This does not come from Chen Yufeng's technical ability, but his personal dribbling ability.

Perhaps, such a simple action cannot be called dribbling. It can only be said that he has excellent psychological quality and dares to make such an action in such a chaotic situation.

He kept his cool!

"Stab!"

A sliding shovel flew out from Chen Yufeng's direction, and a strong thigh full of muscles appeared in front of Chen Yufeng's eyes instantly.

If he had chosen to shoot with his right foot for the first time, this leg would have been able to stop him.

"Oh!"

Without paying attention to who this person was, Chen Yufeng still calmly moved the ball to the right, and then pushed the goal.

The football instantly rolled into the unguarded empty goal, and Patricio had no time to return to defense.

The ball is in!
  Chen Yufeng's calmness at the critical moment helped Belgium score a goal!
  Their siege finally failed in vain!

Seeing the football stuck to the net, Chen Yufeng immediately spread his hands, laughed and ran towards the sidelines.

"Yeahhhhhhhh...!"

The cheers of the Belgian fans at the scene rang out afterwards. Everyone waved their arms excitedly and cheered for Chen Yufeng.

"Crash! Crash! Crash!"

They seemed to have been prepared at this moment, throwing three pieces of red shredded paper in succession, once again turning half of the stadium into a feast of blood.

Viewed from a distance, this scene is stunning.

You can see the shreds of paper flying all over the sky, the ecstatic crowd, and the protagonist in the picture, Chen Yufeng, rushing towards the side of the court! Paired with the sky-shaking sound, the whole stadium instantly became boiling!
  One to zero!

They took a [-]-[-] lead!
  This is a priceless goal, a goal that happened in the semifinals!
  Surrounded by this atmosphere, Chen Yufeng could not suppress his emotions. He rushed to the sidelines and slid out on his knees, enjoying the feeling of his knees touching the turf.

In this game, he was the one who slid out first, not the opposite superstar Cristiano Ronaldo!
  This feeling of winning first is enough to make every player feel ecstatic because your opponent is one of the best players on the planet!

"Chen Yufeng! The goal still went in! Belgium's siege was effective. Chen Yufeng finally calmly dunked and pushed away, swaying away from the angle, and finally bypassed Ronaldo's sliding tackle after chasing back, pushing the ball into the net! "

From the commentator's seat, He Wei's comfortable voice sounded, excited yet elegant, "The Belgian team is attacking like a wave, this should be their fifth consecutive shot!"

"Patricio and José Fonte have done a perfect job, but the ball just can't be cleared. There are too many Belgian players near the penalty area!"

"This was a failure for Portugal to control the second penalty kick. They gave the Belgian team one chance after another. In the end, it was Chen Yufeng who was crossed over and scored!"

"As expected of the Belgian team's attacking team, this firepower is too strong."

"If Portugal with Cristiano Ronaldo is a Barrett sniper, it can burst out extremely penetrating bullets in an instant."

"Then the Belgian team is Mozart's Rhapsody, a Gatling gun that can play an endless stream of roaring rock music!"

"..."

On the court, all the members of the Belgian team shouted and rushed towards Chen Yufeng, celebrating wildly together in this gorgeous stadium.

The Portuguese players behind them were in a state of confusion as they watched the football crash into the net.

Patricio pursed his lips, picked the ball out of the net, and kicked it toward the arc of the center circle, feeling a little frustrated.

Cristiano Ronaldo, who had just chased back to complete the tackle, lifted his socks, stood up and walked towards the frontcourt with his head lowered.

Everyone can see that his expression is not very good at this time.

This is a sign of a strong competitive spirit, and it is also his advantage in being able to get all the way to where he is today.

In a sense, this trait has always provided him with strength, giving him a self-discipline that other players cannot envy.

Of course Ronaldo was not knocked down, he just wanted to score more goals and make up for this situation!
  Let everyone know who is the best on the court!
  "Oh oh oh……!"

Wilmots on the sidelines punched the audience three times, expressing his excitement again and again.

He took a deep breath and turned back to hug Carrasco and others.

He knows very well that for the Belgian team, games that score first are always easier to play.

This will allow the opponent to press out and attack, leaving space behind them.

"This kid, why is it always him? Why?"

Although he kept asking questions, Wilmots had a look of joy on his face, as if he was just amazed.

"It's so mature, it's not a difficult goal, but it's difficult to stay calm in that position."

The assistant coach next to him smiled and analyzed; "Just like the situation just now, I missed four goals in a row. On the fifth shot, most forwards shot."

"If he shoots and knocks the ball in, then he is a top scorer, but if he stays calm and gets away from people and then scores the ball steadily, then I think he is a superstar player."

Over time, many people in the team have grown to like Chen Yufeng very much.

Now, no matter what request Chen Yufeng has, they will help satisfy it and are very happy to do so.

Not far away, the Portuguese coach was sitting.

Head coach Santos looked calm on his face, but he was a little flustered in his heart.

This was a goal that broke the tactical arrangement. He did not expect that the team would lose the ball so early.

Santos' heart inevitably skipped a beat, and then he waved to Cristiano Ronaldo on the court, signaling to start the second plan in advance.

After waving his hand, Santos was stunned for a moment, then frowned and considered.

No...

We can't attack so early, otherwise this will be the best opportunity for Belgium to pursue victory.

This is how those previous teams went to collapse step by step.

He clearly told the players this, but when it came time to lose the ball, he almost couldn't control it.

"Wait a minute! Hold on, follow the original plan, and then go out in the second half and continue to hold off!"

Santos hurriedly shouted towards the court, "Back off, back off, back off! Do you understand?"

The Portuguese players on the field were a little surprised, but they still nodded slightly and took note of this tactical instruction.

"Beep!"

After the restart, they did not play too anxiously, but continued to defend patiently and occasionally used counterattacks to find opportunities.

This is indeed something the Belgian players did not expect. They could only once again fall into a close struggle with Portugal and engage in a delaying battle with them.

Looking at this situation, one goal cannot defeat Portugal, two goals will do.

"Oh!"

The game time ran very fast, and in the blink of an eye, the players from both sides were entangled in the [-]th minute of the first half. At this time, Portugal cut off Witsel's dribbling and launched a wave of quick counterattacks.

Although Ronaldo's shot was saved by Mignolet in the end, at least they got a chance to set the ball.

(End of this chapter)