Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 207 Raise the flag! I want you to raise the flag! (Additional update for the leader of the alliance, ‘Jun’, still owes 1)

"That's not a penalty! It's not a yellow card either!"

"I'm really disappointed with your decision!"

"You have completely lost your impartiality, Mr. Referee! Sir!!"

The other Belgian players once again rushed forward and surrounded the referee to ask for an explanation. Everyone seemed emotional.

Even the Portuguese players who came to persuade them were attacked by the Belgian players.

"Get away! Don't come here!"

"Stay away from us!"

There was nothing they could do, they were extremely angry at the moment.

Wilmots was sitting on the coach's seat on the side of the court, sighing, with a murderous look in his eyes. He didn't know what he was thinking.

"De Bruyne, yellow card!"

The referee finally ended the farce with a yellow card, and once again the Belgian players returned to the court with their heads lowered, their expressions suddenly becoming extremely disappointed.

Everyone seemed lost and didn't know how to proceed with the game.

"Beep!"

Without giving them time to recover, the referee then blew the whistle for the game to start again.

The Belgian team had to face this fact. They were sent off one person and the score was tied by the Portuguese team.

Wilmots subsequently made substitution adjustments. He removed Lukaku and replaced Seaman, a full-back who had appeared in the first round, to first supplement the team's defense.

This was an extremely helpless move, and the mood of all the Belgians in the audience fell to the bottom at this moment.

"Yufeng! Yufeng!"

Wilmots struggled and shouted towards the court, shouting with his last breath: "Get to the forward position and let De Bruyne go to the right."

Chen Yufeng nodded, came to the middle position, and called De Bruyne to fill in.

At this moment, Belgium changed its formation to [-], or it can be said to be [-], because the defensive tasks on the two wings will definitely become heavier.

The game restarted under this situation, and Chen Yufeng followed the team's overall formation to move.

He couldn't be said to be angry at this moment, it should be said to be extremely indifferent.

Chen Yufeng is waiting for the opportunity. If an opportunity comes to his feet, he must try to score an undisputed goal!

He will try his best and use all his tricks to get a chance to score!

"Yu Yu Yu Yu Yu Yu Yu..."

The Belgian fans booed again. Countless people cursed the referee with desperate expressions, and some even threw water glasses and other objects wildly towards the audience.

This resulted in the game having to be paused several times, and security personnel boarding the stands to issue warnings and expulsions.

Time passed by like this, Chen Yufeng lowered his head and wandered in the middle of the frontcourt, waiting for the opportunity.

When the referee stopped the game again, Chen Yufeng happened to be standing with Ronaldo.

"It wasn't a penalty but it happened and I scored it."

Cristiano Ronaldo covered his mouth, not wanting his lips to be caught by the courtside cameras, and his lips read: "But this is how it is on the playing field. Sometimes you have to use experience to win."

"Nani and I have been fighting on this court for more than ten years. Sometimes, we know better how to win, and that is one of the things we should learn from."

"Just accept it, football is like this, there are always a lot of accidents and controversies."

"Sometimes, people do whatever it takes to win. This is very normal, because history will only remember the successful one."

"There can't be a perfect player who avoids these things and gets all the accolades and flowers."

"Of course, the bottom line is that you can't hurt people by any means necessary, such as breaking a leg or malicious revenge."

Hearing Ronaldo's teaching voice, Chen Yufeng sneered. He didn't speak for the first time, but in the end he couldn't help but point to the players' tunnel.

"Sometimes, the damage to a player may not only be physical, but psychological is the most important."

Ronaldo looked carefully in the direction pointed by Chen Yufeng, and could vaguely see Vertonghen sitting there, still twitching, seemingly in great pain.

"But I knew from my first World Cup when I was young that these are just part of football."

Ronaldo shook his head. The great success has caused him to lose part of his ability to empathize. "If a player wants to be the best, you must face these and try to overcome them."

"Only by constantly suffering setbacks and blows, and constantly standing up and moving forward, can we temper our will and heart of steel."

"You're right." Chen Yufeng ran away from Ronaldo and did not continue the conversation.

He was angry now, towards everyone, which was an emotion that every normal person would have.

He was extremely eager to fight back and fight everything back.

The game then restarted, and the Belgian team set up a bus defense for the first time. This was their first time in this game.

The first time means unfamiliarity and full of loopholes.

The Portuguese team then launched a wild bombardment around the Belgian defense, constantly creating threatening opportunities.

"We have seen that two consecutive serious misjudgments have done a lot of damage to the Belgian team. Their players now have no idea how to defend."

CCTV commentator He Wei's voice kept ringing in the live broadcast room, with some regret, "It's hard to see a team like the Belgian team, which takes offense as its football philosophy, setting up a bus for defense."

"I can no longer be so shameless as to say, this is football, because it may not be pure football."

"The referee Danny made two serious misjudgments, which affected the progress of the game and chilled the hearts of all Belgian fans."

"These are the two most serious misjudgments in this European Cup. I think UEFA should strictly investigate the referee organization, or in other words, improve their professional standards."

"..."

Zhu Xiaoyu, who was next to He Wei, didn't even want to say anything at the moment. He pursed his lips and kept looking down the court, watching the Belgian team's decline.

This is really a game that affects people's mentality. People's initial expectations and enjoyment in the middle turned into helplessness in the end.

"Oh!"

Eighty-five minutes into the game, the Portuguese team's siege continues.

Nani on the wing is still harassing the Belgian team's penalty area with crosses and breakthroughs, constantly creating threats.

They have formed a siege and it is difficult for the Belgian team to move the ball forward. The Portuguese even wanted to resolve the battle within ninety minutes!
  In the [-]th minute of the game, Nani once again received the pass on the right wing and drove the ball towards the Belgian team's penalty area at high speed.

Chen Yufeng took a few steps back and saw Nani pretending to be unwell, almost climbing to the ground in an anti-gravity fall motion.

"You are simply embarrassing to me, and the entire Portuguese people will be ashamed of you after the game!" Chen Yufeng roared at Nani.

The referee did not dare to call a penalty kick at this time. After Nani fell, the football was controlled by Vermaelen.

"Oh!"

Vermaelen passed the ball to Chen Yufeng's feet. After receiving the ball, Chen Yufeng immediately turned around and took the ball step by step towards the Portuguese half.

Looking at the Portuguese players in front of him and in the distance, Chen Yufeng roughly counted them. There should be six or seven of them.

"Hey..." He began to feel tinnitus in his ears, and his vision became slightly blurry.

He knew that all functions of his body had reached their peak, and that feeling of ultimate concentration was coming again.

This is because his emotions have completely reached their limit under the constant harassment of the Portuguese!

"Bang bang bang!"

Chen Yufeng dribbled the ball forward, and the first one to come up was Portuguese midfielder Sanchez.

"Keep the ball!" Sanchez shouted, and a sliding tackle came over.

At this time, even if they get a yellow card, they still have to shield themselves from this slight risk. They don't want to be frightened anymore.

Chen Yufeng was very calm. He picked up the ball with his right foot and quickly jumped a step to avoid Sanchez's flying tackle. Then he continued to move forward with the ball in a graceful movement.

"Ohhhhhhh...!"

The cheers of the fans seemed to ring in his ears. Chen Yufeng could not hear clearly now. Only Silva and Bruno were left in front of him.

He gritted his teeth and ran towards the two of them with the ball without slowing down at all.

This is the opportunity he has been waiting for. How could he let this opportunity slip away from him so easily!

"You go up first, and I'll take the place behind you!" Bruno's voice sounded, and he was talking to Silva.

Silva looked at the menacing Chen Yufeng and stepped forward to interfere in a panic. He had a card and he didn't dare to eat anymore at this moment.

Facing his defense, Chen Yufeng dropped his left shoulder slightly, stepped forward with his left leg to the left, then flicked the ball to the right with his right leg, and then started to speed forward!
  "Bang bang!"

Two consecutive voices sounded, and Chen Yufeng had already thrown Silva away.

Bruno, who was responsible for filling the position, stepped forward and swung his leg directly, trying to knock Chen Yufeng to the ground with the ball.

Portugal's defense line is undoubtedly a bit messy at this moment, and such actions are actually coming out!

"Oh!"

Chen Yufeng got in front of Bruno's feet and thrust the football forward. Then he turned his body dexterously to avoid Bruno's fierce movement and continued to move forward.

"Run! Run Yufen! Run!!!" An excited voice sounded in Chen Yufeng's ears, and he heard this voice very clearly.

It's Vertonghen. He may have stood up on the sidelines at this moment, put his hands in front of his mouth in a fan shape, and shouted in his direction.

Chen Yufeng suddenly felt more energy under his feet, and there were not many people left in front of him.

Apart from José Fonte and Guerrero, only Patricio is left!

Three more!

Guerrero rushed over from the wing first, and this time he directly hit Chen Yufeng heavily with his shoulder.

"boom!"

There was a muffled sound of body contact, and Chen Yufeng suddenly felt a huge force coming from him, making him fall to the ground uncontrollably.

But after falling to the ground, he hooked one of his feet on the football and completed a turn on the ground!

No goals conceded!

"Oh!"

Taking advantage of the moment Guerrero moved, he quickly stood up, used Ronaldo's pendulum variation on the spot, feinted a shot to the right, and then waded the ball to the left.

“José Fonte!!!”

Countless shouts rang out, and the Portuguese team turned out to be the only one left, José Fonte.

At this moment, the defender was completely nailed to the spot, and he even forgot how to lower his focus on defense.

"Boom bang."

Chen Yufeng repeated his old trick again and broke through with an easy shoulder shake.

José Fonte didn’t even react!

Only Patricio is left!
  "Run!! Yufeng!! Run! Run!!"

The sound in his ears rang again, and Chen Yufeng made his last pendulum pass towards the last Portuguese defensive player.

His left shoulder and left knee tilted to the left at the same time, and his left leg quickly completed the step, and then repeated the movement from the right.

Patricio first surrendered his center of gravity, then lay down towards the ground.

The best goalkeeper of the Portuguese team in this tournament finally fell.

As Chen Yufeng's last pass sounded, the goal in front of him was already empty...

"Oh!"

Seeing this scene, he smiled slightly and pushed the ball over.

The football touched the net instantly. Chen Yufeng quickly spread his hands and ran towards the side of the court with anger and release on his face.

"Yeahhhhhh...!!"

His ears also became clear at this moment, and everything became no longer blurry. He heard the almost crazy shouts of the fans in the audience, and saw every Belgian fan jumping up from their seats and shaking their fists.

Three to two!
  He scored!

Chen Yufeng condensed all his emotions into one sentence. He ran past the linesman angrily and said the sentence he had thought about for a long time, "Raise the flag! I let you raise the flag!!"

"lift it up!!"

(End of this chapter)