Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 224: Winning the European Cup is only the basis of honor, and the victory parade and celebration (please vote for me)
  "Your performance is undisputed. What does it mean to you to win these two awards?"

When Chen Yufeng came to the media reporters, many microphones were immediately pointed at him.

Among them, he saw the famous organization 'French Football', as well as many newspapers from the UK, and he even saw the logo of the football emperor.

"It means I have some more decorations in my empty honor room."

Chen Yufeng first made a joke with reporters. He shrugged and then smiled: "It may be more of a foundation. The honor of this kind of intercontinental event, like the World Cup, has laid the foundation of honor for the players."

"This is rare because the four-year event is different from the one-year event, which means that only a few people get this award."

Due to the evaporation of alcohol, Chen Yufeng was in a very high mood, which was completely different from his usual interview manner.

Maybe it’s because I’m happy today, after all, I’ve achieved such an important career achievement.

People will always say some words that are difficult for people to understand when their emotions are at their peak, words that only represent their inner thoughts.

"The basis of honor? What is the basis of honor?" A reporter quickly asked about this point, not quite understanding what this basis meant.

"If you want to be the undisputed best, you have to win them all."

Chen Yufeng revealed his true feelings to reporters and said with a smile: "I want to be the best, so I think many trophies are my foundation."

"In a sense, it is indeed like this." The reporter from the British Guardian nodded, and then asked with some surprise: "But is Mr. Chen Yufeng's goal really the best?"

"The measure of the best is the Grand Slam winner who has won all the awards?"

"I like the Leicester City team very much, and I also like the players of the Leicester City team, but this is a bit too ambitious."

Upon hearing his question, Chen Yufeng first smiled, then shook his head and said, "You may not fully believe what I have been saying."

"This year of the Triple Crown is just my beginning, not my end."

"I believe this is not my end, far from it. There are still many dusty historical records in football, and there are many trophies that symbolize the highest honor. I pursue them all."

Sometimes alcohol is actually good. It can make people express some of their inner thoughts without blushing, even those buried deep in their hearts.

These deep-seated thoughts may not be something that I would normally think about, but at this moment I dare to think them and speak them out.

This is a wonderful feeling, a feeling that allows people to explore all their desires.

"Even if you don't believe it, this is my goal, and I will do it for everyone to see."

Chen Yufeng smiled slightly and finally said: "Not only for those who like me, but also for those who doubt me. The noisy wind is always the best motivation for falling leaves, and this will also be my motivation."

He compares himself with fallen leaves and uses controversy as gossip.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with that, it was just the way it was.

"We are all paying attention to the fact that you and Ms. Taylor often stay together. How has the relationship developed?" A reporter from the British Sun quickly squeezed to the front and asked Chen Yufeng.

"We're just good friends."

Chen Yufeng raised his eyebrows, glanced at Taylor in the distance, and smiled: "Maybe everyone enjoys the flowers and applause, but people who feel lonely feel comfortable staying with each other."

"We're going to celebrate tonight and get drunk and I'm not going to shy away from those things, it's just part of my life."

After answering this question, Chen Yufeng waved to the reporters, and then walked towards the player tunnel with the bottle in his hand.

"Clap clap clap clap..."

The Belgian fans at the scene stood up from their seats again and applauded Chen Yufeng.

Chen Yufeng raised the beer bottle high with his right hand, and held the trophies for the best player and golden boots in his left hand, which seemed a bit useless.

His high-spirited but slightly panicked photo was also photographed and recorded by countless media reporters at the scene, and was decided to be the cover photo of today's report on the Night of Champions.

Because he is the well-deserved best in this tournament.

…………

Not long after, four buses drove out from the Stade de France.

The players, their families and friends, got on the bus together and drove out of the parking lot of the Stade de France with celebratory cheers.

They passed the Park Place and walked along the tree-lined avenues of Saint-Denis.

Everywhere he went, there were Belgian fans raising their hands and cheering.

Tonight, perhaps more than [-] Belgian fans poured into Paris, France. The two countries are not far apart and are both EU countries, so it is very convenient to travel between them.

"Ohhhh...ohhhhh...!"

Flowers and applause rang all the way. The players sang and danced on the bus, spraying champagne and drinking beer. They were so happy.

Today they are like kings who have won a foreign war. After being crowned, they ride in a magnificent carriage convoy and accept the welcome and love of their people.

"Champion! Champion!"

"we are the champion!"

"Fuck the patchwork team, fuck Courtois! We are the best!"

"This is our honor and I will always remember this day!"

"Two years later in the World Cup, we are still a championship contending team, and we are well-deserved first place!"

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

The Belgian fans on both sides of the road raised their hands and shouted at the players in the car.

On the top of the bus, Chen Yufeng was sitting in a compartment with Lukaku, De Bruyne, Hazard, Meunier and others.

Their girlfriends and relatives were all in the car at this time. "This is Chen Yufeng's second championship parade. This damn old guy held a double championship parade in Leicester City this year." Lukaku complained while drinking, as if he was very envious of Chen Yufeng.

The same goes for other players in the car, whether it is Chelsea's Hazard or Manchester City's De Bruyne, they all shook their heads at this time, looking a little jealous.

As Premier League players, they were all victims of last season.

This is watching Chen Yufeng frantically grab points for their team, and then send Leicester City to win the double crown.

"Originally I always thought he was lucky, but at the end of this tournament, this old guy really conquered me." Lukaku said again, pretending to be very mature.

"You should be conquered too. How many opportunities have you wasted." Azar curled his lips and smiled.

"Hahaha..." De Bruyne curled his lips and laughed.

Chen Yufeng ignored them and was just enjoying this moment.

He smiled and raised the beer bottle towards the fans, then put it in his mouth and drank it in one gulp.

This is a 275ml bottle, so the power of one bottle is not that big.

If Chen Yufeng drank Qingdao, which he often drank in his previous life, and still behaved like this, he would probably get into trouble.

Next to Chen Yufeng was Taylor, who was wearing a white dress. Her skirt was swaying in the breeze, and her long golden hair was sweeping around her face.

Taylor held Chen Yufeng's best player trophy and golden boots in his hands, looking at the fans on the roadside with a smile, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

As the bus got closer and closer to Paris, and there were more and more people on the roadside, she couldn't help it anymore.

"Didn't we agree to celebrate together?"

Taylor looked at Chen Yufeng with a smile, walked to De Bruyne's side, and handed the two trophies into De Bruyne's hands.

De Bruyne was stunned for a moment, not knowing what Taylor was going to do.

Immediately afterwards, he saw this woman with a fanatical personality directly pick up two bottles of beer, open the bottles and drink them, very free and easy.

Does your relationship treat me like a coolie?

Looking at the Best Player and Golden Boot trophies in his hands, De Bruyne felt speechless on his face.

You two are busy talking about love and having fun together, and you just let me be the one who giggles?
  Do I look that easy to bully?
  De Bruyne originally wanted to step forward and argue, but when he saw that Chen Yufeng and Taylor were already hugging each other and watching the scenery of the romantic capital Paris outside the car, he sighed and endured it.

Forget it, honest people are honest people.

The carnival lasted so long that even Mr. Wilmots was woken up in the background and drank some more beer.

It wasn't until about ten o'clock in the evening that the players got off the bus staggeringly. Some even needed help from others to walk.

What's more, he was carried out of the car by Lukaku and Meunier.

However, they all understood that this celebration banquet would only last for a day or two.

After today, most of them will return to Belgium tomorrow to lift the European Cup championship trophy high in Brussels.

When the sun rises the day after tomorrow, most people will go home or return to the club early.

The busy offseason is almost over, and what awaits them is a new journey.

"I won't go to Belgium to celebrate tomorrow."

When they got off the bus to say goodbye, Chen Yufeng gave De Bruyne and others a breath of air.

He was really happy and honored to receive this honor.

But next, he should focus on Leicester City's new season, which is more important.

"Ah."

De Bruyne and others were not surprised when they heard the news, and nodded without saying much.

With Taylor's support, Chen Yufeng walked step by step toward the hotel where the team lived. He seemed to be drunk and swaying.

Taylor next to her was also blushing a little. At this moment, she was twisting her body very excitedly and singing the famous song "Like a Virgin" by the former American Queen Madonna.

“Like a virgin…When your heart beats…Next to mine!”

While singing, Taylor also imitated Madonna's sexy walking posture, twisting her hot hips and waist, and sometimes shaking her head.

From Chen Yufeng's perspective, Taylor is undoubtedly very beautiful at this moment.

The alcohol made both of her small faces turn red. Paired with the delicate red lips, the blush that burst out through the makeup was enough to make everyone's heart beat faster.

Don't pretend to be a man when you see such a lovely person in a tipsy state. Even a man would have shortness of breath.

"Yufeng, congratulations! I think we need to drink more!" Taylor jumped more and more excitedly, and encouraged: "Since it is a celebration, we must carry it out to the end!"

"Anyway, you won't have such an exception to drink a few times a year, so why should you suppress it?"

"Do you want to drink in the hotel?" Chen Yufeng raised his eyebrows and put an arm around Taylor's waist.

"Of course!" Taylor showed no hesitation and turned towards Chen Yufeng and raised his chin.

"I have no objection." Chen Yufeng smiled, opened the door and walked in with Taylor.

About half an hour later, at Taylor's urging, Chen Yufeng staggered to the door and turned off the lights.

"Bah." The moment the lights went out, his walking posture suddenly became normal, and his whole body suddenly straightened up.

(End of this chapter)