Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 215: After destroying Evra, I want a younger version of Chen Yufeng (please vote for me)

"Ten, nine, eight, seven..."

"Three, two, one...!"

"Beep!"

As the seconds passed for the fans on both sides, the referee on duty blew the whistle to start the game.

The European Cup final officially begins at the Stade de France.

This is the last moment of the European Cup feast, the last battle to crown the king!
  Under the cheers of the fans that echoed throughout the town of Saint-Denis, the referee's whistle seemed extremely small, but the players on both sides of the court still heard it.

"Oh!"

Giroud kicked the ball to Griezmann, who turned and passed back to full-back Evra to kick off the game.

The Belgian players quickly stepped forward to press high up the pitch without any hesitation or caution.

"The game has begun. Audience friends, you are now watching the final battle of the 2016 European Cup. Let's take a look at the starting lineups of both sides."

He Wei, who was in the CCTV studio seat, began the introduction. Looking at the astonishing number of viewers backstage, even he, who had experienced many battles, was a little nervous.

He could only force himself to be more focused and avoid small mistakes as much as possible.

"The host France, goalkeeper Lloris, the defense from left to right, Evra, Umtiti, Koscielny, Sagna."

"Double defensive midfielder Matuidi partners with Pogba, and the three slightly ahead are Payet, Griezmann, Moussa Sissoko, and Giroud with a single arrow."

After the introduction, He Wei also gave his own evaluation of this lineup, "This is a lineup that is not conservative. Kanter, who has always performed well in this tournament, did not appear in the starting lineup."

"Matuidi, who has stronger offensive attributes, replaced him and started the game."

"It seems that the host France team did not choose to play conservatively at their home court. They wanted to firmly control the initiative in their own hands and deal with Belgium through confrontation."

"I'm actually quite worried about their left back Evra. Evra, who is [-] years old this year, is not as good as before. Whether he can withstand Chen Yufeng, who has the most impact in this tournament, still needs to be played. question mark."

"As for the Belgian team..."

When he was introduced, the game on the court was already in full swing. The French team organized an offensive and went directly towards the Belgian team's back line to suppress it.

They really didn't play conservatively and used a lot of pressure.

In fact, the French team at this time is far from being able to play this kind of football. They do not have suitable players in many positions.

It can be seen in the semi-final against Germany that their offensive routine is still relatively simple, mostly relying on Giroud's fulcrum and the creativity of Griezmann and Pogba to create threats.

In that game, they were suppressed by the German tanks most of the time, and the German team created many absolute opportunities.

In this game, facing the Belgian team whose offensive attributes are more prominent, they really have no reason to do this.

If you have to find a reason for France coach Deschamps, it is that he chose to play this game standing up.

Even if you die in the end, you must die standing!
  Of course, this is just the worst result. What Deschamps had in mind was to score the first goal and become the leading side.

On the court, Chen Yufeng moved with the team's overall defensive formation.

He seemed very excited, and every second of this kind of intercontinental level competition was very intoxicating.

If you can score a goal in this kind of venue, it will bring a completely different feeling.

"Stab!"

In the second minute of the game, Chen Yufeng couldn't wait to try Maldini's sliding tackle ability. He tackled directly at the feet of French team midfielder Pogba, trying to steal the ball.

Pogba still seemed to be very flexible. He hit the fried meatball to avoid the tackle, but he stayed in place and received a sliding tackle.

"suffer!"

Pogba fell to the ground and spread his hands to resist the referee. The referee on duty quickly stopped the game and came to Chen Yufeng to give him a few warnings.

"Okay okay."

Chen Yufeng waved his hands one after another, looking a little embarrassed.

Maybe it's because he's not very skilled yet, but he didn't consciously kick Pogba down this time.

"Chen Yufeng played very actively today and used a foul to resolve a fast break of the French team. This was a very smart move."

CCTV commentator He Wei's voice rang in the studio. From a macro perspective, Chen Yufeng had indeed defused a fast break that was a small threat.

Of course, he felt that this was the player's own thoughts and a relatively smart performance by the players.

In fact, it was Chen Yufeng who failed to try out new skills and accumulated a wrong experience.

"Bang bang!"

On the court at this moment, the French team sent a set kick, which directly found the head of center Giroud. Giroud headed the ball to Griezmann.

After observing the goalkeeper's position, Griezmann quickly chose to take a long shot.

He hit a ground-breaking kick outside the penalty area and directed the ball toward the far corner of the goal.

"Oh!"

Mignolet's judgment this time was very accurate. He quickly got down to the ground and saved the football from the bottom line with a palm.

corner kick.

France gets a corner kick.

"Oh!"

The ball was quickly sent out by Griezmann, and central defender Umtiti quickly headed the ball towards the far corner of the goal.

Unfortunately, the ball's path was a little off and it flew straight out.

"Clap clap clap clap..."

The continuous attacks and shots made the French fans at the scene very enjoyable. They clapped their hands and sent encouragement to the players.

What they didn't notice was that the French ball boy behind them quickly threw the ball to Mignolet, who quickly put the ball on the goal line and kicked it out.     “Bang!”

There was a muffled sound, and Mignolet drove the ball directly to the right, looking for Chen Yufeng.

Chen Yufeng quickly started to speed up and chased the football.

In the corner kick just now, the two central defenders of the French team stepped forward, and the backcourt was still relatively empty at the moment.

"What the hell is this? Why did it happen so fast?"

"It's the ball boy. The ball boy gave the ball to their goalkeeper too fast. This damn kid!"

“Aren’t the caddies all our French children?”

"Yes, but with this move, it's hard not to mistake him for a Belgian."

The French fans in the stands complained fiercely and had objections to the ball boys off the field. Then, they looked at their backcourt with horrified eyes.

There, Chen Yufeng had already rushed over with the ball.

"Come on! Yufeng! Charge!"

When Chen Yufeng rushed past Taylor in the stands, Taylor's excited voice suddenly sounded. She stood up and raised her right hand high.

Chen Yufeng ignored it and just stared at Evra in front of him.

This former Manchester United legendary player was already very old at this time, four years older than him.

Facing such older players, Chen Yufeng's solution is actually very simple.

"Oh!"

After two easy shakes, he kicked the ball directly to seven or eight meters behind Evra, and then started chasing.

It’s just a blast!

Just eat your age!
  Even though his speed is much slower than Bell, it is still more than enough to defeat a thirty-five-year-old veteran.

"Shet!"

A trace of embarrassment suddenly appeared on Evra's face, and he complained in English, as if the two were still competing in the Premier League.

Seeing Chen Yufeng pass by him quickly, Evra had no choice but to stretch out his hand and pull him away.

But Chen Yufeng, who had improved his explosiveness and strength before, was obviously not so easy to hold. Evra just pulled away and almost threw his center of gravity away.

"Oh!"

Chen Yufeng quickly came to the football, blasted the ball forward and kicked it, completely breaking through Evra's defense.

Too clean!
  He cast his eyes on the position in the middle, and saw Lukaku in the back, who had been waiting for a long time.

Without hesitation, Chen Yufeng sent out a full-moon scimitar and moved towards Lukaku.

He saw Umtiti and Koscielny chasing back at high speed. If they didn't pass the ball at this time, they might be completely squeezed out of the angle later.

"Oh!"

Lukaku, who was in the middle, saw the ball coming and jumped towards the football. He seemed to really want to score in such a major event.

He headed the ball well, and the football flew towards the far corner of the French team's goal, very fast!

"Cang!" Suddenly, a sound of hitting the post sounded, and the football hit the post and bounced back into the small penalty area.

Koscielny, who returned to defense, quickly kicked the ball out of the sideline and relieved himself of the danger.

Many French people suddenly felt a chill on the back of their necks. Just a short time after the game started, they were almost beaten by the Belgian team in their own goal.

"Lukaku! Didn't push in again!"

CCTV commentator He Wei shook his head with regret and said: "It's a pity that this goal was not scored. The Belgian team missed an excellent opportunity."

"This is what I just said. There are hidden dangers in the French team playing like this. After Chen Yufeng and Hazard increase their speed, it will be difficult for them to catch up."

"Especially on Chen Yufeng's side, the French team's winger Payet is in front. His ability to return to defense is limited. You also have a veteran Evra standing here."

"It can be imagined that this complete attack on the wing cannot happen just once. This will happen one after another in the next time."

"If the French team cannot score first, they will be in a more dangerous environment."

He Wei's professional football ability is undoubted. He is not only good at talking, but also understands football.

The problem he mentioned is indeed a problem for the French team.

Deschamps, the coach of the French team, is standing on the sidelines at the moment, with very obvious nervousness in his eyes.

He was even speechless. He just held his hands with a solemn expression and stood there as if someone had cast a restraining spell.

Seeing Chen Yufeng's complete attack on Evra, Deschamps knew very well that the French team must score first.

If the opponent scores first, it will definitely be difficult for the Belgian team to play confidently in the final.

Evra's wing will also face greater pressure.

"Ugh……"

Sighing, Deschamps sighed in his heart, France also needs such a hot spot on the right.

Moussa Sissoko, who is standing there now, obviously cannot meet his requirements.

"It would be great if he was on the French team."

Deschamps looked at Chen Yufeng and was so envious that he felt a little greedy in his heart. "If there is a younger version of Chen Yufeng, even if his dribbling skills are not as good as his, why would France not win the World Cup?"

As a former World Cup champion, Deschamps' biggest goal is to restore the glory of the French team and bring this team to the championship again!

(End of this chapter)