Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 216 The strong and calm Wilmots, why is his smile so ugly (please vote for me)
  The French team will then shift its focus slightly towards the wing, especially the left wing where Seaman is today.

For Seaman, the game must have been a mix of excitement and nerves.

He only made a small appearance in the group stage. It was Vertonghen's red card in the last game that made him appear here again.

From the bench to the European Cup final battlefield, this is a big span.

Whether Seaman can adapt and withstand the French team's star-studded frontcourt offensive is still a question mark.

"Oh!"

After receiving the ball, Griezmann began to try to cooperate with Payado on the left to play behind Seaman.

They did achieve good results. In the next period, a cross was sent from the left wing, directly towards the head of Giroud.

The center forward from Arsenal seemed very active in today's game, as if he really wanted to take the lead for the French team and win the game.

It will be an extremely happy thing to win the European Cup trophy in your hometown.

In the eleventh minute of the game, the French team's offensive on the left achieved results again.

Griezmann's high-speed breakthrough after receiving the ball directly caused Seaman's foul and won a well-positioned free kick.

"Umtiti! You stay!"

Deschamps on the sidelines quickly shouted at Umtiti, signaling Umtiti not to step forward and attack with a header.

This was a move that hurt Deschamps a little, but he had to do it.

Umtiti has speed. Only if he stays in the backcourt, he can limit Chen Yufeng's threat in the counterattack.

If he rushes forward, Chen Yufeng will basically be left in the backcourt to rush forward. It will be like an exhibition match.

"Oh!"

Seeing the football being played, Deschamps looked forward to the stadium with great anticipation, hoping that the team would win first through a set kick!
  And the ball was indeed served well. The football bypassed all the defensive players of the Belgian team and landed on the head of Giroud.

"Oh!"

Giroud's header forced Mignolet to make a wonderful flying save, but the saved ball fell to Giroud again.

This is an absolute opportunity. As long as Giroud can take a shot quickly, he can score the ball into the Belgian team's goal.

Under the cheers of the French fans in the audience, Giroud seemed a little nervous. He didn't stop the ball well the first time and stopped the ball a little wider.

Seeing Alderweireld's sliding tackle, he panicked and hurriedly took a shot.

"Cang!" The sound of hitting the goalpost actually sounded again. Giroud's supplementary shot hit the right goalpost and bounced to the feet of Belgian player Vermaelen.

It's the goalpost again!

Both teams wasted a great opportunity on each other and hit the goal post!

This is a small probability event, but it does happen often on the court.

Sometimes, if the point is too far back, it is possible to hit three goalposts continuously.

"Oh!"

Under the pity of the French, the Belgian team's counterattack has begun. Vermaelen once again passed the ball to Chen Yufeng.

Evra immediately rushed forward very fiercely, and it could be seen from his expression that his intention was very determined, that is, to commit a foul.

Even if he gets a yellow card, Chen Yufeng must be kept at this moment!
  "Bang bang!"

But don't forget, Chen Yufeng has five-star level fancy skills.

When he realized that Evra might directly tackle him or knock him down, he had no intention of turning around normally.

This will turn around and give Evra time to foul.

Chen Yufeng directly pulled the ball back with his left foot, then knocked it with his right foot. After picking up the ball, he slapped the ball behind him with the instep of his outside foot. After turning around, he chased the football from the outside.

"Stab!"

Evra's sliding tackle came as expected. The moment Chen Yufeng turned around, his feet were already at Chen Yufeng's feet.

It is conceivable that if Chen Yufeng just turned around, he would be faced with staying in place with the ball!
  But in the case of prediction in advance, this is different. On the contrary, it will make Evra look cumbersome.

"Shh!"

Without the ball, Chen Yufeng used an elegant little jump to directly avoid Evra's sliding tackle and penetrated towards the frontcourt at high speed.

"Ohhhhhhhh..."

The cheers of the Belgian fans at the scene immediately rang out, and this unrestrained moment aroused their emotions.

From their perspective, they definitely couldn't see the psychological game between the two, they could only see Chen Yufeng's brilliant operation!

"Come again, Yufeng!"

The place of passing was right next to Taylor Swift. She immediately stood up from the stands, folded her hands on her chest, and looked at Chen Yufeng expectantly and excitedly.

In such a fiery atmosphere today, these twenty-two people active on the court undoubtedly have an aura.

They are the center of attention of fans around the world and the starting point of cheers from the audience.

Taylor's heart was beating loudly, and he looked at Chen Yufeng's back in a daze.

"Oh!"

He soon saw Chen Yufeng pass the ball to Hazard on the left, and then ran towards the penalty area.

On the left, Hazard faces the French team's right back, Sagna. This is a right back with average ability. There is definitely nothing he can do against Hazard's variation breakthrough.

With just two body movements, Hazard completed the inside cut and walked towards the middle.

"Umtiti, watch your back and take my place!"

Koscielny waved his hand behind and shouted, then stepped forward to press Hazard and blocked the inward angle.

"Oh!"

Hazard was not only capable of cutting inside. After seeing Koscielny's actions, he took the ball and hit the bottom again.

He started very quickly, and in an instant he emerged from the race with Koscielny and arrived in front of the football.

Hazard's left foot rubbed the football, and the football quickly passed over the heads of Umtiti and Lori, and fell towards the back point.

Lukaku, the Belgian center, appeared here, leaping high and smashing the football in the direction.

This time, it seems that we are really close to scoring a goal!

"Don't let us down, Lukaku!"

The Belgian fans in the stands immediately stood up, raised their hands and shouted, ready to celebrate.

"Oh!"

When it comes to disappointing people, Lukaku never disappoints. The header he sent directly hit Lori and bounced back into the penalty area.

"Ah... damn!" the Belgian fans howled, ready to sit back in their seats.

Lukaku failed to seize two consecutive opportunities.

If this is Hazard, if this is Chen Yufeng...

"Chen Yufeng!" The Belgian fans seemed to have seen something again, and their buttocks that were about to rest on the stool instantly lifted up.

I saw Chen Yufeng already appearing at the landing point of the football, stretching his body and directly making a volley.

"Bang!!"

A cannonball quickly flew towards the gate guarded by Luo Li. Luo Li quickly swooped out, and then the desperate sound he heard first, "Whoa!"

The football hit the net hard, and the goal was unstoppable!
  One to zero!

Chen Yufeng scored a supplementary shot into the net and contributed to the Belgian team!
  "Yeahhhhhhh...!"

The entire Belgian fans suddenly burst into celebration, and the sound of more than [-] people shouting together seemed to break through the sky!

"Yufeng! Yufeng!"

In the stands in the tunnel, Taylor Swift jumped up and down, waving her hands excitedly, looking very happy.

Her eyes followed Chen Yufeng until she saw Chen Yufeng's classic kneeling slide across the Stade de France.

"I love you! You're amazing!"

Taylor Swift's chants rang out, causing a commotion among nearby Belgian fans.

Countless reporters took pictures of Taylor's expressions and movements at this moment. She really seemed more excited than she was about winning the award.

The whole stadium was in an uproar. All the Belgian players rushed towards Chen Yufeng. Even Vertonghen in the tunnel rushed out like a bull.

This is a goal in the final, a completely different experience!
  Even though Chen Yufeng played this ball relatively easily, he didn't have particularly superb skills or cool movements!
  But it was the final goal!
  "I told you that you would have good luck!"

Vertonghen's face was full of excitement, and there were even tears in his eyes. He came up and directly raised Chen Yufeng high, "If I can't play in the finals, I will stand on the podium in exchange for it later, I will!"

Vertonghen was wearing regular clothes today, but looking through his T-shirt, he was still wearing a football uniform underneath.

It seems that he has been ready to win the trophy with his teammates later.

There is no red card suspension, who will stop the players from getting on the podium!
  "Put me down quickly, I'm so tight that I want to vomit." Chen Yufeng shouted to Vertonghen with a smile.

He was also extremely excited at this time, and even the leg that had just scored a goal even felt a little numb.

Even though he has scored so many goals, there are countless more wonderful and beautiful ones than this one, but they still don’t have as much impact as this one.

One to zero!

He helped the team win [-]-[-] in the European Cup final!
  This will be the goal that lays the foundation for their victory!
  Wilmots was pretending to be calm on the sidelines at the moment. He knew that he would be given a seat at the scene, allowing him to appear in front of hundreds of millions of fans around the world.

At such a moment, he hopes to maintain a cold persona and make him look more unpredictable.

Of course, this is a nice way of saying it, but the ugly way of saying it is that he wants to show off.

Wilmots folded his arms and looked serious, showing no emotion.

"Don't worry."

Even when the assistant coach behind him rushed up to hug him, he pressed his hands behind him to signal calmness.

After holding on for a while, he probably felt that it was almost done. He turned around, his face suddenly squeezed into a ball, and he showed a very ugly smile, which seemed to be suppressed.

At this moment, the live broadcast camera just happened to lock the camera on his face, capturing his expression at the moment.

Brussels, Belgium.

A lamentation suddenly came from Wilmots' home, "Look at how our son feels like he is not human inside and out. What is this expression? Is his face paralyzed?"

"It's too ugly."

(End of this chapter)