Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 221 The last moment has finally arrived! The seconds for all the fans are over! (Ask for monthly ticket)

"Four to one! The score difference is three goals!"

CCTV commentator He Wei's excited voice came out, "There is not much time left for the French, and pain is about to fill Paris tonight!"

"Lukaku, you seized the opportunity this time and did not waste Chen Yufeng's pass!"

"The four kings of Belgium's frontcourt are all blooming together! This is the best way for them to end the final! They gave a wonderful game to fans around the world!"

"..."

On the court, the scene suddenly felt a little out of control.

The Belgian team's substitute players had already entered the field early to celebrate the goal, as if they were celebrating the final championship.

They can indeed do this, because with only time left, even if the French team performs well, there is little hope of equalizing the score.

Wilmots was still the same, standing on the sideline of the Stade de France in his own white shirt, folding his arms and showing no thought.

But no matter how strong and calm he is, others can definitely see the ripples in his eyes.

Along the way to now, he has experienced too many difficult moments with this team. He doesn't want to use the word ups and downs anymore.

Because what they suffered was not just the ups and downs of one game, but more like the ups and downs of the entire journey.

Even in the second game of the group stage when they defeated the Irish team, their mood swings were greater than in this final, because at that time, they only had the last [-] minutes before going home.

The bitter tears along the way may have gathered into flowers at this moment, leading to a brilliant bloom!

In the final, they took the lead very early and have maintained it until now. Most of the time, the difference is more than two goals!
  This is the best summary of the Belgian team’s arduous journey, and it is also the best compliment to the players since this tournament!
  For the French, this was indeed the last goal that broke through their thoughts.

Didier Deschamps sat in the coaching chair, ready to accept defeat, anticipating the difficult questions the media would ask him, and mentally preparing himself for the abuse from the French fans.

Lori, who failed to save, lay on the ground unwilling to get up, as if he could not forgive himself.

Koscielny and Umtiti had no intention of quarreling and were just pacing back and forth in the field.

Including Kanter, who had just been passed by Chen Yufeng, was also depressed at the moment. He knelt down on one knee and closed his eyes, looking up to the sky.

How they wished that it was not a sunny day, that there was no sunset in the evening, and that it was not noisy at night, so that they could accept all this silently and go home alone and feel sad.

Unfortunately, no storm fell on this venue, and no French fans left for other reasons. They had to accept the tears of nearly [-] French fans later, and saw their unwilling eyes.

On the way home, they may pass by the Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame Cathedral, the Louvre Museum, the Seine River, and the Palace of Versailles.

Then, as a loser, I passed by the Arc de Triomphe that welcomed the winner, and saw the French fans who were lost along the way.

They may have complained about themselves at the time, why they did not perform to the level they should have in this game, or break out beyond their physical potential to win back the trophy that symbolizes honor and joy for the fans.

But now, they have no chance.

"Beep!"

As the game whistle blew, everything officially entered the full-time countdown.

Taylor, who was on the sidelines of the court, covered her mouth and felt like crying with joy. She noticed the players' families who had gathered in the tunnel.

They may have agreed long ago that they will all rush onto the court when the team wins, bringing a new round of joy and emotion to the players.

Returning to your hometown after success is one of the most glorious moments in life.

As a football stadium that can achieve great success, this kind of emotion is definitely needed.

Taylor, who had already had this idea and felt that Chen Yufeng might be lonely later, bravely crossed the stands.

"Ohhhhhhhh..."

The Belgian fans immediately cheered, and everyone saw a beautiful figure wearing a white dress entering the stadium from near or far.

No one has any thoughts about that figure. All they have is appreciation and encouragement, and they hope that she can bring the fans' blessings to Chen Yufeng.

"Chen Yufeng's father did not accompany him to this European Cup, but when he is successful, he is accompanied by a beautiful woman. This may also be a good experience." Some Belgian fans laughed and applauded, very excited.

"She will fill Chen Yufeng's loneliness. I was originally worried that Chen Yufeng would not be able to find someone to hug him later." A Belgian fan laughed.

"Taylor is really brave. She doesn't seem to care much about the eyes of others now, unlike when she was in the United States." A Belgian fan praised.

"Of course, the moment of success on the football field is the highest moment of human emotion. It is difficult to find a comparable excitement and joy, which will bring millions or even tens of millions of people together. Carnival." A Belgian fan concluded.

"Yes, fans from all over the world cheered with you, and finally completed the celebration with you as the focus, focusing all the emotions on this venue. This is far beyond the Grammy Awards. No need to explain to everyone I can figure it out," a Belgian fan added.

They high-fived and cheered for Taylor.

The security guard at the side of the stadium initially wanted to stop someone when he saw someone rushing out. But when he saw that it was Taylor who rushed out, he stopped thinking.

Then I thought about Taylor's recent scandal with Belgian player Chen Yufeng, and when I saw the cheers of the Belgian fans in the audience, I didn't care.

They generously opened a passage to allow Taylor, who was extremely charming in a white dress, to pass by.

"Yeah!"

After arriving in the tunnel, Taylor couldn't help but wave to the fans in the stands, as if celebrating his victory. Fans quickly returned the cheers and sent their blessings to her.

Next, it is just a matter of waiting quietly for that moment to arrive.

In front of the Belgian coach's seat, Vertonghen, a player who was not allowed to come up originally, has already touched him.

When the fourth official saw him, he gave a few warnings and then turned a blind eye.

This is of course an illegal move, but football is also an emotional and accommodating sport. The result of the game is almost certain and the celebration is about to begin.

It actually doesn't matter if Vertonghen comes over.

"Ooh!"

Vertonghen stood on the sidelines and kept shouting cheers, his whole body trembling slightly.

Sometimes he took a few steps back and forth, sometimes pushed coach Wilmots, sometimes locked Carrasco in a chokehold, and asked him to stand up and wait.

"Second half added time, one minute."

Under the spotlight, the fourth official raised the stoppage time card for the second half, officially announcing that the game had come to the last minute.

Under the sound of "crash", you can see Belgian fans standing up from the stands sparsely. At first there may be dozens, then hundreds, thousands...

Until the end, all the Belgian fans stood up, biting their lips to hold back tears, preparing for the final coronation moment.

Was this game easy?
  Compared with the previous games, this is indeed the case. There is no story of ups and downs or any reversal in this game.

But the emotions bursting out at this moment were not just from the final, but had been accumulated since the painful loss to Italy until now.

It is lifted up step by step, and finally at this moment it is about to usher in release and climax.

On Belgium's bench, all the substitute players stood up. They included Mertens, Dembélé, Gillet and Cabaseri who had never played in this tournament.

They are all members of this team, standing at the forefront and fighting with their brothers until this moment.

Maybe if they don't play, they won't be remembered.

But they themselves will remember it, and when they are old, they will lean against the fireplace in a house somewhere in Belgium, hugging their grandchildren, and proudly tell them that they were a member of the Belgian team at that time.

This will be an honor that will belong to them throughout their lives, and it will be something they can still do to attract the love of young girls in the tavern when they are old.

"Is it coming? Is it coming?"

Vertonghen put his right hand on Wilmots' shoulder, picked up the watch from Wilmots' hand with his left hand, and kept observing the time.

"Don't look at it yourself, let us look at it too." Carrasco urged dissatisfiedly from behind.

"Yeah, what does this mean?" Mertens also pushed Vertonghen, wanting him to tell the time.

"Seventeen, sixteen, fifteen, fourteen..." Vertonghen immediately began to tell everyone the time, and as he spoke, he cast his eyes on the field.

"Nine, eight, seven, six..." In the player tunnel, the wife of a Belgian player was also counting the seconds, waiting for that moment to arrive.

"Three, two, one...!" As all the Belgian fans counted the last three numbers together, everyone turned their eyes to the court with excited expressions, waiting for the next dead ball.

The whistle is not blown when the time is up, but when the ball is dead or the ball is exchanged, and the offensive and defensive rhythm obviously slows down.

On the pitch, Griezmann led the football towards the Belgian defense.

He knew very well that after this attack the Belgians would win the championship and they would leave the field with regret.

As a normal person, Griezmann wanted to end this pain and kicked the ball out of the sideline, letting the referee blow the whistle.

But with the attention of fans all over the world, he couldn't make this move of giving up. He knew that there were many young players watching here, and he couldn't set a bad example. He had to fight until the last moment.

"Oh!"

Griezmann quickly passed the final pass over Giroud's head and looked there expectantly.

"Oh!"

A figure leaped high and smashed the ball out of the penalty area.

It's Chen Yufeng. This last moment when he stands out from the crowd seems to be a microcosm of his current competition and this final.

He is undoubtedly the best.

In the opening game against Italy, Chen Yufeng started his tournament with the first goal of the European Cup. At the last second of the closing game, Chen Yufeng made a clearance to complete the perfect ending.

"Beep! Beep! Beep—!"

After his clearance, the referee put his whistle to his mouth and blew the final whistle.

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ps: I couldn’t hold back when I woke up and went to the bathroom. I still wanted to finish writing because I was afraid that everyone wouldn’t be able to read it when they got up. Don't say I'm giving up. I really want to continue writing, but I can't hold on. It will be 6.08 and I am going to bed.

(End of this chapter)