Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 223 Chen Yufeng, whose charm still remains, the presentation of personal awards (please vote for me)

"we are the champion!"

Not long after, the Belgian players returned to the team's locker room, cheered and excitedly ran to the place where the beer cases were stored.

Like hungry tigers pouncing on food, they quickly split the beer boxes apart, then each took a bottle in their hands and drank excitedly.

There is also a final closing ceremony performance outside. They have to celebrate briefly in the locker room before going there to present an individual award.

Of course, this personal award has nothing to do with many people.

Even the Belgian team only needs one Chen Yufeng, because he is very likely to win both awards by himself!

"Pfft!"

Someone unscrewed the cork of champagne in the dressing room, shook it a few times, and then suddenly sprayed it out to everyone.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then put their thumbs on the beer bottle and fought back.

Dozens of long strips of foam filled the Belgian team's locker room, and everyone was immersed in the cheers of this moment.

Beer foam and champagne foam filled the place, and some people opened their mouths directly into the air and drank directly.

Of course, the foam must be unpleasant to drink, and may even hurt your throat. This just represents their mood at the moment.

"You knew this day earlier, right? You knew it earlier, right?!"

After Vertonghen took a few sips of beer, his face quickly turned red, and he came to Chen Yufeng's side with a beer bottle.

"Yeah, of course I know we will be the champions."

Chen Yufeng spread his arms as he should, and naturally accepted the title of prophet.

In fact, he didn't know it at first, but now that they have won the championship, it doesn't matter if he said that he had thought about this day ten years ago.

"Hahahahaha..."

Laughter rang out, and after everyone had a little drink, they twisted their buttocks and danced again.

Those with basic skills like Lukaku and Chen Yufeng naturally became the main dancers. The two even climbed onto the table in the dressing room, took off their tops and started twisting.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh... oh oh oh oh...!"

As for others, like De Bruyne, who has no dancing talent, they can only hug together with most people and use the most primitive way of celebrating.

Sometimes, a few little dances seem to help.

This allows you to better dissipate your emotions during celebrations and blend into the atmosphere more comfortably.

Of course, this also has something to do with the culture of these places. They are fanatical and free and easy, and they like to use this method to relax their mood.

After celebrating like this for a while, the players suddenly discovered something big.

"Where's Mr. Wilmots?"

Originally, the Belgian team had three main dancers, including Wilmots, who often wore a white shirt, but he was not seen today.

Everyone looked back and saw Wilmots lying next to the wall of the locker room with a bulging belly, smiling and falling asleep.

"Huh? Didn't he say that he couldn't defeat him in a round-the-clock battle? Why did he fall asleep first after drinking a bottle?"

"It's over, Mr. Wilmots is offline, hahaha!"

Everyone laughed, making fun of this interesting manager, and then fell into a new wave of champagne.

When Chen Yufeng was already drunk and feeling a little shaken, a few shouts suddenly came from outside the door, which seemed to be the staff inside the venue.

"Call me?" Chen Yufeng pointed at himself and walked away.

At this moment, his face was already red due to alcohol and uncontrollable joy, and his eyes were a little blurry, giving him an indescribable air of a mature man.

It's not greasy or overcooked, it just feels right.

"I think this guy still has charm." Lukaku looked at Chen Yufeng's back and said with a smile.

De Bruyne on the side suddenly cast a shocked look, and his head seemed to be filled with question marks.

…………

Chen Yufeng walked out of the stadium again holding a green beer bottle, shaking it all the way.

Looking around, most of the Belgian fans have not left the field and are still waiting for him in the field.

"Chen! Chen! Chen!"

Cheers spread, Chen Yufeng waved his arms towards them, and then saw Taylor not far away.

Taylor Swift had a somewhat complaining look in her eyes at this time, seeming to be blaming Chen Yufeng for not waiting for her and having already started drinking.

Chen Yufeng waved to her, and then walked to the podium in the center of the field.

Taylor behind her looked at his swaying back, and then laughed out loud, how could she really complain.

In Taylor's opinion at this time, Chen Yufeng is a man with great sexual tension, which is an indescribable feeling.

"The first thing to be awarded is the award for the best goalkeeper of this European Cup."

On the podium at this moment, UEFA President Alexander Ceferin appeared here again, holding the microphone and began his final speech, "Let us congratulate Patricio of the Portuguese team for winning the best goalkeeper of this tournament. !”

"His performance is unparalleled and his contribution to the Portuguese team is obvious to all!"

Under the shouts of Ceferin, Patricio walked onto the stage with a smile and took the Golden Glove trophy from his hands.

The European Cup Golden Glove Award, this gold content is second only to the World Cup Golden Glove in national team competitions.

This is an honor that every goalkeeper should remember for a lifetime and is the best affirmation of their career.

Many days have passed, and Patricio has slowly come out of the failure and accepted it all.

Seeing the Belgian team defeat France at the scene today gave him some comfort.

In this way, they only lost to the eventual champion Belgium. If they reached the final, they might also be able to defeat the French team. "Thanks."

Patricio thanked him one last time and then went to the side to be interviewed by reporters.

Only Griezmann and Chen Yufeng were waiting on the sidelines.

The difference between the two people's states is very big. One is staggering on the spot, and the other is standing dead with his hands on his hips.

"The Golden Boot award in this tournament is an award without a doubt."

Alexander Ceferin's voice sounded again, with a bright smile on his face, "Let us welcome the golden boot winner of the [-]th European Cup, Chen Yufeng, with the most passionate cheers!"

"At the same time, the 11 goals scored surpassed Platini's 9 goals in a single tournament. This is a brand new record for the European Cup, not only for a single tournament, but also for the overall ranking!"

"Congratulations to him, Chen Yufeng!"

Alexander Ceferin set his sights on Chen Yufeng and raised the Golden Boot high.

This is not only a golden boot for one tournament, but also a golden boot for the European Cup.

Chen Yufeng is incredible.

"Ohhhhhhh..."

The fans cheered again. Chen Yufeng stepped onto the podium, took the golden boot from Alexander Ceferin, and raised it high.

The world was hazy and illusory in his eyes at the moment.

He saw the swaying stands, countless fans staggering but raising their hands in celebration, and streamers scattered all over the sky.

This is not just the effect of alcohol, but also the scene in his dream.

This scene I had thought about countless times finally came...

The golden boot in an intercontinental competition is a completely different experience!
  After receiving the Golden Boot trophy, Chen Yufeng walked off the podium, waiting for the announcement of the best player.

The only consciousness he had told him that this was the award he must strive for, because it represented a treasure chest of legendary and epic skills.

This will be a substantial improvement to his strength and will help him perform at a better level in the new season.

After winning the European Cup, the next step will definitely be to gain a higher value in the club.

Leicester City has everything, including the Champions League and Premier League, as well as other cup competitions, including a Community Shield championship.

This is still a good platform for him. Whether he can have a legendary season depends on himself.

The splendid miracle chapter has passed. The next step is to see if we can create a more legendary epic, make the miracle more brilliant, and let ourselves become the true creator!
  That's really difficult, but now that he's in football, what reason does Chen Yufeng have not to give it a try?

Before this, wasn't Leicester City's championship still considered impossible by others, let alone a double crown?
  If you want to succeed in something, you should at least keep a pure heart and fight for it with [-]% concentration and courage.

Instead of beating yourself up first and venting the pressure on yourself, think about how powerful the opponent is, how tight the schedule is, and what various problems the team as a whole has.

This will never succeed.

Now that you've come this far, let's give it a try and see what happens in the end.

This is Chen Yufeng’s philosophy and motto.

"The best player in this tournament is a suspenseful award."

Alexander Ceferin finally began to announce the award for the best player. There was some uncertainty in his voice, as if he was deliberately creating tension.

In fact, according to the data, Chen Yufeng completely defeated Griezmann. There is no dispute about this.

But the best player in such a competition may just supply the runner-up team and give them the last psychological comfort.

Whether it is the World Cup or the European Cup, or the league or club cup, this kind of thing is common.

It seems that a successful Grand Slam is always difficult to happen in this football world.

"I don't want to be too pretentious. I know everyone is impatient."

Ceferin looked around at the Belgian fans and finally said: "There is no controversy about his performance. Let us welcome the best player of the 15th European Cup, Chen Yufeng!"

As Chen Yufeng's name was shouted again, the Belgian fans at the scene burst into cheers even more enthusiastic than before.

Griezmann also bit his lip and cheered for Chen Yufeng. His mood was undoubtedly worse at this moment.

As the runner-up, he should have gone home to rest long ago to offset this negative emotion.

But because of the award, he walked out again, but he didn't expect that he would gain nothing and become just a foil.

"call……"

Griezmann took a deep breath to suppress his anger. The hatred in his heart for UEFA President Ceferin reached its peak. In this case, why did he let himself out?

To create suspense that doesn't exist?

After the applause ended, he turned around and walked towards the tunnel.

Behind him, Chen Yufeng once again stepped onto the podium and took the trophy from Ceferin.

"Okay, does Mr. Chen Yufeng know his ranking on the assist list?" Ceferin picked up the phone and asked with a smile.

"I don't know." Chen Yufeng shook his head and soon felt even more dizzy.

"Tie for first place. You are now the first in the European Cup history, an unprecedented double ranking. This is an amazing achievement. Congratulations!" Ceferin once again spread his arms towards Chen Yufeng and hugged Chen Yufeng tightly. Hug it.

As the president of UEFA, seeing such a person with inspirational and legendary attributes appear, he must be encouraging and hope that he can win more awards.

"Mr. Chen Yufeng, please accept a brief interview with reporters on the side, and then start the championship parade with the Belgian team. There are many people waiting for you in Paris." Ceferin pointed to the side.

Chen Yufeng nodded and walked to the simple interview board.

Today is a perfect day for him.

(End of this chapter)