Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 206 The conflict intensifies and Vertonghen’s tragic departure (please vote)
  "Danger!"

"At the point of football, Chen Yufeng and Guerrero, let's see who can win the ball!"

"Guerrero hesitated! Instead of using his chest to push the ball away, he slowed down and prepared to lift his feet! Chen Yufeng used his chest to stop the ball forward!"

"This is a very good opportunity, it's too sudden! José Fonte shouldn't have made such a mistake!"

"Portugal's flame of hope has fallen into the ice cave again!"

"..."

On the court, everything happens in a flash.

Chen Yufeng used his chest to stop the football directly forward. He defeated his fear at this moment and was not afraid of being shot in the head by Guerrero. This was the key to his ability to control the football.

Psychological qualities are the key factors that affect a player's performance.

Chen Yufeng scored his first goal today by relying on his calmness.

This is considered a soft power of Chen Yufeng, an ability he has developed over more than ten years of wasted time.

If he was allowed to rate it himself, then this skill would be at least a legendary skill.

"Oh!"

Chen Yufeng passed the ball to De Bruyne and then quickly moved forward.

At this moment, there is only one defensive player left in the Portuguese backcourt, Bruno.

He was suddenly in a dilemma. He didn't know whether to mark Chen Yufeng or De Bruyne first, so he could only keep retreating.

"Oh!"

De Bruyne's next pass hit him directly, giving Chen Yufeng a chance to score a one-shot goal!

One-handed!

This is an absolute threatening opportunity!
  Chen Yufeng quickly rushed towards Patricio with the ball. He completed this single shot with absolute confidence and scored the ball into the Portuguese goal!
  "Beep!"

At this moment, an inappropriate whistle sounded suddenly.

Chen Yufeng thought it was a wild whistle from fans in the stands at first, but then he heard the noisy and regretful complaints of Belgian fans.

"what?!"

Chen Yufeng held his head in shock, turned around and saw the linesman raising the flag in his hand.

"This ball is offside?!"

He immediately opened his mouth and rushed towards the linesman, very eagerly.

He was definitely running while looking at Bruno's position. There was a [-]% chance that the ball was offside.

"What do you think? Is this ball offside? Do you think I'm a fool for running an offside shot during a two-on-one game?" Chen Yufeng quickly stepped forward to argue with a very excited expression.

There is no VR replay of the game during this period. Once this flag is raised, the penalty can only be determined as a dispute.

This is a good opportunity to expand the score...

"It's definitely offside." The linesman didn't have much expression and turned away, unwilling to look at Chen Yufeng.

"Damn it, you better get your fucking eyes and brain fixed."

Chen Yufeng held his head again with both hands, and then threw it heavily to both sides of his body, "You shocked me."

How could this not make him angry?
  "Danny, insult the referee!" the assistant referee immediately shouted towards the referee.

"suffer……!"

Under the angry shouts of the Belgian fans in the audience, the referee ran over under the pressure and raised a yellow card high above Chen Yufeng's head.

This made Chen Yufeng cover his face and lie directly on the ground. Because of his extreme anger, he even smiled directly.

Everything felt terrible to him!

All the Belgian players ran over and surrounded the referee and assistant referee to protest, and the situation suddenly became uncontrollable.

"Fuck you! This bullshit referee! Give me the list, give me the referee's list!"

Wilmots shouted from the sidelines and waved to the assistant coach, who quickly rummaged through the information and handed over a list.

Wilmots took a look, his expression suddenly became wonderful, and he nodded with a crazy smile.

He quickly turned around and walked towards the fourth official on the sidelines, and said angrily: "Why is there a Danish-Portuguese referee here? Don't you think you should give me an explanation?!"

"No need to guess, I probably know that he is the one who just raised the flag, right?"

The fourth official immediately began to back down and continued: "He has been living in Denmark. Please do not bring this conspiracy theory to the court."

"Are you just pretending to be stupid or do you think I'm stupid?"

Wilmots threw the list directly to the fourth official, "Denmark only accepted dual citizenship a few months ago. You said he has been living in Denmark?!"

"If you are dissatisfied, you can appeal after the game. We have always regarded him as a Dane." The fourth official replied forcefully, "If you don't return to the coaching seat, I will apply for a red card for you!"

"Good good!"

Wilmots raised his hands high in the sky, then walked towards the coach's seat, holding up the list and shouting to the fans outside the stadium to inform them of this fact.

"Yuyuyuyuyuyu...!!"

The Belgian fans suddenly booed loudly and began to put pressure on the players on the referee team. Everyone stood up dissatisfied.

This is a point that is clearly stipulated. In national team games, referees with the nationality of either opponent cannot be used.

Dual citizenship is not a reason to escape this rule!
  This is blatant targeting and blatant frame-up!
  It cannot be said that the Portuguese team instructed the referee team to make this arrangement before the game, but it is obviously inappropriate for a referee with Portuguese nationality to appear here.

Sometimes, he will help his home team a little within his power.

Even if they resign after the game and are suspended, they have accomplished something and will be protected after returning to the Portuguese Football Association.

This is what happens all the time in Europe!

"Beep!"

Without giving the Belgians any more chance to protest, the referee wiped his sweat and blew the whistle for the game to restart.

Portugal received a set piece in the backcourt. José Fonte passed the ball to Bruno and began to organize the forward movement.

The expressions of the two of them were not very good. They also saw the ball just now. It might not be an offside.     But as the party that benefits, how can they say it?

As soon as Bruno realized that he couldn't catch up, he immediately raised his right hand and was about to go offside.

"It's obviously not an offside, it's a good goal."

In the CCTV live broadcast room, He Wei's helpless voice sounded, "This is a serious misjudgment. As commentators, we must not make blind guesses at other points."

"But I think everyone can tell something from Wilmots's emotions on the sidelines. I think there will be an explanation for this matter after the game."

"Chen Yufeng, he is probably the most uncomfortable person at this moment. He was one step away from scoring a goal to expand the score, and yet he was blown away."

"..."

The game continued, and Chen Yufeng held his breath and once again threw himself into the competition on the field.

Most of the Belgian players were angry and devoted themselves to offense and defense again and again.

The number of big moves gradually increased, and some even started to involve kicking people.

"Beep!"

"Beep!"

"Beep beep!"

The referee's whistle sounded one after another, and countless yellow cards were given to players on both sides, creating a potential for a melee.

This scene changed in the [-]rd minute of the game.

Nani, a very experienced veteran, rushed into the Belgian penalty area and took aim at Vertonghen, who already had cards on his body.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of touching the ball continued, and Vertonghen stared at Nani's feet intently, trying to complete a successful defense.

After Nani made a few clicks, he suddenly accelerated and headed towards the baseline, and his second kick even went inside.

Vertonghen turned around and chased after him, but just when his body came into contact with Nani, he suddenly felt his body go limp, as if Nani suddenly lost his strength.

While he was still wondering, he saw Nani jump up in front of his eyes and fall to the ground, as if he had tripped over him.

diving!

Flip!

Vertonghen's pupils shrank instantly, and he opened his mouth wide and looked behind him, just in time to see the referee right in front of him.

This means that Nani just chose the right position, and his body just blocked the referee's sight.

"Danny, I think this is a penalty kick." The referee hesitated a little, and the two linesmen's voices came from the headset, "Yellow dot package."

"Beep!"

The referee looked a little firmer, nodded and blew the whistle, walked towards Vertonghen, and began to pick cards from his pocket with his right hand.

"No, you can't do that!"

"This is a dive, didn't you see? Even if you give them a penalty kick, don't give him a card!"

Chen Yufeng and others quickly rushed forward and hugged their heads again.

Vertonghen has a card, this is not just a diving trick, it is directly punishing Vertonghen.

"Yeahhhhhh...!!"

The Portuguese fans at the scene suddenly burst into excited cheers, and countless people sat up in their seats and waved their hands.

The balance of the game has turned towards them!
  There is a high probability that this penalty kick will be scored. Belgium will have one less player to fight next. No matter how you look at it, they will win!
  As fans, they definitely don't have any bad intentions, and they are not involved in everything on the court. They just see things that are beneficial to the home team, and it is normal to be happy.

Because this often means that the tickets for the finals are closer to them!
  "Two yellows turn one red, end!"

The referee still did not stop, stepped forward and raised a yellow card towards Vertonghen, then took out the red card and raised it again.

Vertonghen stood there in disbelief, hands on his hips.

He gave a sad and bitter smile. At this point, it was useless to say anything, and he couldn't say anything anymore.

He lowered his head and walked toward the sidelines. He didn't even see Mr. Wilmots' invitation for a hug and walked directly into the locker room.

As soon as he entered, his nose and eyes suddenly became sore. He sat in the tunnel with his hands on his knees and cried bitterly.

"That was not a yellow card action, nor was it a penalty kick..."

Vertonghen wailed unwillingly, and the assistant coach next to him quickly came forward to comfort him, but he still couldn't restrain his twitching body.

For Vertonghen, this tournament is over.

Even if the team makes it to the finals, he is suspended and cannot play, and can only sit on the sidelines.

Not to mention, if Portugal with [-] people beat Belgium with [-] people, there is a high probability that they will not make it to the final...

After getting through regular time and overtime, when their physical fitness is reduced, ten people will never be able to withstand the onslaught of eleven people.

"Beep!"

On the court, the referee blew the whistle for a penalty kick.

No matter how uncomfortable it was, the other Belgian players had to walk back to the penalty area with a grimace at this moment, hoping for a possible successful save.

They have to stand here, ready to rush to the rescue as soon as possible.

"Oh!"

But Ronaldo didn't give this chance. He used a violent volley to drive the ball directly to the lower right corner of the goal. "Whoa!"

Mignolet had no chance of saving this ball.

As Ronaldo rushed to the side of the court again and jumped high into the air, the Portuguese fans in the stadium once again burst into cheers, "Siu!!"

Along with the cheers, there were also the broken hearts of the Belgian players.

Chen Yufeng completely buried his head in his chest and walked towards his position again.

He didn't want to say anything until the game was over.

(End of this chapter)