Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 220 Lukaku is no longer happy, the coming victory (please vote for me)

"Come on! Come on!"

The French, who played again, hugged each other near the center circle and completed the final cheer.

They put the score behind them for the time being and focused on the Belgian team's goal.

At this time, head coach Deschamps also made the second substitution adjustment today. Manchester United player Martial replaced Payet.

This is a matchup adjustment. It seems that Deschamps wants to further take advantage of Seaman's weak point and allow Martial's breakthrough to disturb the opponent's defense.

"Beep!"

With a whistle, the last forty-five minutes of regular time finally arrived.

After this period of time, if you are lucky, one side will directly become the final European Cup champion.

"Come on, Yufeng! We must celebrate together." Taylor Swift crossed her hands on the sidelines. She came alone today.

The atmosphere and emotions of the scene completely infected her.

She was even thinking that if the Belgian team really won the championship later, she would climb over the stands and run towards the field, celebrating with Chen Yufeng on the field.

Taylor believed that the security guard at the venue would give her face and let her pass.

According to her understanding, after the championship game, the players' families will indeed enter the stadium to celebrate.

Although she is not Chen Yufeng's family, nor is she a real girlfriend, but with the online scandals flying all over the world, no one will think that she is not.

"Oh!"

The players of the Belgian team fired the ball in the middle circle, and many fans began to pray with the players, hoping that this would be the last half.

Don’t let any more mishaps happen, and securely win the final championship...

It will be a day of national celebration.

In this continent with the highest level of football, they won the final championship!
  The Belgian team's attack after the kick-off was ended by Kante's steal. The ball fell back to the French team again, and it continued to change in the following time.

"Bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

During the first half of the second half, the game was obviously chaotic. The offensive and defensive rhythm was very fast, but the offenses on both sides were not very coherent.

The French team must be eager to score a goal, so there is some anxiety in it.

Of course, the Belgian team also knew this intention. Of course, they did not want to open up space for the opponent to hit, and they insisted on preventing their opponent from advancing easily.

Fouls also increased at this time, but the emotions of the players on both sides were still relatively well controlled.

"Oh!"

In the [-]st minute of the game, the French team launched a fast break again.

Pogba's long pass found Martial, who had just come on the field. The latter quickly rushed to Seaman with the ball and made his signature breakthrough.

Martial was certainly good during this period. His breakthrough ability was ranked among the best in the entire Premier League, and he was often able to pass opponent players and finish the goal.

Looking at Seaman in front of him, Marshall immediately launched a dazzling set of changes in direction, directly shaking the latter out of his way.

"Oh!"

The last pass also allowed him to successfully complete the inside cut and drive towards the Belgian penalty area.

Successfully broke through!
  Martial's eyes suddenly lit up, and he aimed at the far corner of the Belgian team's goal, preparing to try a curve ball.

If this is scored, he will become famous with one goal!

He will get attention from all over the world!

At this moment, he suddenly felt some breathing sounds from behind.

"Stab!" Before he could look back, he heard the sound of a sliding shovel, and a pair of legs appeared directly from under his feet, shoveling the ball directly out of the baseline.

Martial was stunned for a moment, and when he looked down, he saw Chen Yufeng returning from defense.

He stretched out his hand to pull Chen Yufeng up, and then remembered the fear of being dominated by Leicester City when he was at Manchester United this season.

Why can't you get around this old guy?
  How come he still has the physical energy to catch up to the penalty area and complete the sliding tackle?
  Martial felt as if he had eaten a fly. He turned around and walked away with his fists clenched.

I thought I would stay in the European Cup, but it turned out that I had a steal for Chen Yufeng.

The French team's subsequent corner kick was cleared by Vermaelen, and the two sides once again fell into a chaotic game, with neither continuity nor rhythm very good.

In this tense and chaotic atmosphere, time actually passes very quickly.

No one cares about other factors anymore, they just invest in fighting again and again.

France coach Deschamps devoted his main attention to the game, and his mind was affected by passes and confrontations again and again.

It wasn't until a long time later that he came back to his senses. When he looked down at his watch, he saw an astonishing number - 30min57s.
  This was recorded at the beginning of the second half, which means it was already the [-]th minute of the game.

"Koeman, warm up."

Deschamps was completely panicked and shouted behind him, ready to try Koeman instead.

Kingsley Coman swallowed, he did not expect that he would appear in such a crucial game, and was a little stunned for a moment.

"Warm up!" Deschamps' voice was a little anxious, and he quickly reminded, "There's no time!"

Koeman quickly stood up and began to warm up under the guidance of the assistant coach.

A very serious fact is that even during halftime, French Prime Minister Valls came to the locker room to express condolences and encourage the players.

But apart from giving the players some psychological encouragement, there is nothing else.

The specific game still depends on the performance of the players, otherwise it will not matter even if God enters the locker room in midfield.

Sometimes, it doesn't mean which side has a bigger card and the country pays attention to it, which side will win the final championship.

Life is not a real fairy tale, and the story will never develop in the direction you imagined.

Maybe everyone thought that Vals came to the locker room, and then the French team launched a desperate counterattack.

But the actual situation is that the French team has not even scored a goal yet, and the Belgians have not given up the offensive clarion call and are constantly harassing the French team's defense.

Kingsley Coman came on quickly. He directly replaced Evra and ran towards the frontcourt. This was a desperate substitution. Deschamps decided to remove a defender and replace him with a forward.

This means they are left with just three defenders.

This is not a game. If the three defenders have strong personal abilities, their defensive success rate will be high, and the opponent may not necessarily be able to penetrate them.

Opposite you are excellent players like Chen Yufeng and Hazard. With one less player and more space, they may be able to seize the opportunity to directly kill the game!
  But does Deschamps have a choice?
  He doesn't have it anymore. He must continue to strengthen the offense in the frontcourt and no longer cares about the backcourt.

If France wants to win, they have to score!
  Who is more suitable to replace at this time? Kante, Pogba?

That's even more crazy.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh……!"

Time continued to move forward minute by minute, and the cheers of the Belgian fans at the scene became even louder. They seemed to have a chance to win and were one step away from the championship.

The shouts of the European Red Devils swept the entire stadium and entered the ears of every French team player.

This made them more confused and at a loss, and there was constant fear in their hearts.

Are we really going to lose? Are we really going to lose the championship at home...

"The game time has reached [-] minutes. The French team can only say that the game is promising if they score a goal before the [-] minutes."

He Wei's voice rang in the studio, "But it's so difficult. The Belgians don't want to give them a chance easily. Chen Yufeng is showing their attitude by returning to defense."

"We saw that Griezmann's face was full of anxiety. The King Arthur of the French team seemed to have lost his patience."

"This is a signal. He represents all French people. No matter how much you love this team, you have to accept one thing. Hope seems to be running out. The flames of Belgium are coming even faster!"

"..."

On the court, Chen Yufeng felt a little out of breath at the moment, but joy was already flowing out of his expression.

He knew that the final moment was coming.

This is a very consuming game. He often assists to the frontcourt and returns to help the defense.

He really tried his best.

He also knows that the other Belgian players are the same. Everyone is throwing their lives and blood for this game. This is why they play so smoothly!
  This is suppression in terms of strength, but also suppression in mentality!
  After a bumpy journey till now, the Belgian is already determined to win the championship!
  Perhaps from the end of the semi-finals, they already knew that the championship must be won.

"Oh!"

In the [-]th minute of the game, the Belgian team had an offensive opportunity, and Chen Yufeng received another transfer ball from De Bruyne.

He originally wanted to take the ball to the wing to protect the ball and delay it, but he felt it was inappropriate.

With his current intensity of confrontation, I'm afraid it won't take more than a few rounds before he's completely defeated.

Chen Yufeng had no choice but to take the ball and run towards Kante, who was filling in on the wing. He wanted to see if he could get past his Leicester City teammate.

"Boom bang bang..."

His right foot quickly touched the football, quickly approached the position in front of Kanter, and his body began to shake.

Kanter swayed left and right, constantly adjusting his defensive direction to facilitate pursuit from either side.

This is a very top defensive option, and he does have this ability.

However, the lagging score and the gradual passage of time still gave Kanter the kind of pressure that did not belong to this defense.

After turning several times, he suddenly stepped forward, ready to complete the steal.

"Oh!"

Chen Yufeng caught his mistake and kicked the ball directly to the outside. Then he crossed the ball towards the center before Kanter came up.

When masters compete with each other, a momentary mistake can sometimes affect the overall situation.

"Lukaku!!"

Countless expectant voices sounded, and everyone's eyes turned to the figure in the middle.

Lukaku forced Koscielny to take off and threw his head hard towards the football.

Belgium's frontcourt was all blooming today, and he didn't want to be called the happy one after the game, the one who won the championship.

He wants to score one!
  "Oh!"

With this will, Lukaku's head hit the football and pushed the ball towards the bottom of the goal.

As soon as he pushed it out, his heart actually skipped a beat.

The top of the ball is not good, the angle is not tricky, and the direction is too low. It seems that Lori will block the goal with one kick.

Lukaku immediately gritted his teeth and took in a breath, realizing that he might be everyone's fun again.

But at this moment, Lori's choice was surprising. Maybe it was Chen Yufeng's supplementary shot in the first half that caused him a psychological shadow, or maybe he wanted to hold the ball and organize the attack.

He didn't choose to block the ball with his feet, but quickly got down to the ground to hold the bouncing ball in his arms.

"Oh!"

The football hit the ground, then popped up, flew under Lori's armpit and hit the goal.

A step too late resulted in a big mistake!
  This is a drop ball caused by greed!
  Lori, who realized that he missed the ball, immediately knew what had happened. He covered his face and fell to the ground in pain. He knew that at this moment, countless French people were feeling depressed because of his performance.

"Yeahhhhhhhh...!"

The Belgian fans cheered and all the Belgian players hugged each other again.

Four to one!

This is almost a seal of victory!

"Who the hell said I was happy, who?!" After scoring the goal, Lukaku rushed to the Belgian fan area, pointed at the Belgian fans and shouted.

"Come on, if it weren't for Hugo Lori's mistake, you would have been happy with the ball again!" Hazard came up from behind, flicked Lukaku on the forehead and laughed.

"Yeah, I almost wasted my wonderful assist again!" Chen Yufeng also came behind Lukaku and pushed Lukaku from behind.

Every player had a smile on their face and seemed to know that victory was not far away from them.

As long as we play steadily in these last few minutes, the final moment of winning the championship is coming!
  (End of this chapter)