Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 234 The motivation of a veteran in the twilight of his career, Ye Qinghui’s ‘Crazy Horse’ connection (please vote for me)
  "so good."

On the Leicester City bench, veteran Miroslav Klose saw this scene, stood up and clapped his palms, with some yearning in his eyes.

Back in the UK, I came to the stage of the main match, bathed in the attention of all the Leicester City fans.

This team's cohesion and unity are something that many teams don't have.

At this time, Klose really had the urge to play. People always get close to things that they think are beautiful. He really wanted to stay on the court and embrace these teammates.

"Starting tomorrow, increase the training intensity and move closer to Yufeng." Klose made a decision in his heart and was very determined.

This kind of motivation is exactly what a veteran like him needs in the twilight years of his career.

"Are we going to win the Community Shield?!" The young player Odegaard stood up quickly and looked at Achraf.

Even though they are from Real Madrid's youth training, they are still playing games on weekdays.

But without being able to make the first team, these are still nonsense. They have no access to such top league cup competitions.

For young players, the significance of winning this kind of trophy is very profound, and it will be the motivation to keep moving forward.

"Don't worry, the game has just begun."

Ranieri had just finished celebrating with the assistant coaches and smiled after hearing Odegaard's words.

Young people really think things are simpler, but this kind of beauty is also good, and it is exactly what this team needs.

As for Leicester City's own youth training Chilwell, his chest was even more excited at this moment, and there was a flash of light in his eyes.

He occasionally trained with the first team last season, but never came to the scene to win a trophy with the team.

For people like him from his own youth training team, winning a trophy with the first team of their own club has been their dream since childhood.

Today, your dream may come true.

"Brother, come on!" Chilwell couldn't help but shout and pump his fist towards the court to cheer for the seniors on the court.

The whole team had a good atmosphere, and many people officially integrated in from this moment.

This may be a subtle influence. Leicester City is such a team. It only takes one or two small moments to get everyone to join in.

"The ball has been scored! Chen Yufeng connects with Mahrez!"

Zhan Jun's excited voice with a smile sounded from the Sina Sports studio, "We have been looking forward to this scene for a long time! It's finally here again!"

"It's really nostalgic. Chen Yufeng finally returned to this arena and fought with his teammates from this Blue Fox team!"

"Mahrez! He scored the first goal of the season for Leicester City, and it was a goal that happened in the Community Shield final. It is worth thousands of dollars!"

“The feeling from last season is back!”

After Zhan Jun's last words fell, many fans watching the game in the live broadcast room also excitedly posted barrages. Everyone seemed to maintain a high level of enthusiasm.

It seems that their emotions have also been aroused.

"Chen Ma is connected! Ye Qing is back!!"

"No, this is the Crazy Horse connection! Hahaha, the connection between the middle-aged Zhui Feng and the young Chai Feng boy!"

"Hahaha! Come on Leicester City! Win the first championship of the new season!"

"Wuhu! I feel comfortable! I'm out, I'm out!"

"It's really a season that people are looking forward to. I don't know how much potential this club has yet to develop!"

"..."

The fans chatted excitedly, about the goal and about the club.

Last season's double championship gave the club many more fans, and coupled with the love for Chen Yufeng, Leicester City has gradually become one of the most popular clubs in China.

They're going to be with this team forever, no matter what happens.

At this moment at Wembley Stadium, in front of the Manchester United coach's seat.

Mourinho walked back to the coaching bench with his hands in his pockets and sat down, seemingly not wanting to say anything more.

The expressions of the players sitting here are a little strange, as if they have returned to the game dominated by Leicester City last season.

"Cheer up! Children! The game has just begun. What expressions are there!"

Only Ibrahimovic on the court was waving his fists and calling to his teammates, "Raise your head! Raise your damn head!"

The Swede is still shining, using his super mental attributes to influence his teammates, hoping that they can maintain a higher fighting spirit for the game.

This is not useless. For this group of young Manchester United players who have lost their confidence, they need such a big brother.

"Beep!"

Soon, Manchester United's players returned to their positions and kicked off again.

"It's normal to fall behind. There are so many football games every year, can you lead in every game?"

While playing, Ibrahimovic encouraged the players, "If you fall behind, why don't you stop playing? Then why are you still on this field? Why don't you just retire?"

"I haven't given up in my thirties, but you guys in your twenties have given up first. Are you young people?"

Under his constant encouragement, the Manchester United players on the field gradually regrouped and began a new round of impact.

Their strength is still good and they can control the ball most of the time, but they were a little confused when they were beaten first.

After adjusting, they know what to do.

Sprints started again and again, and desperate sliding tackles and blocks began. Every player was very serious about participating in the game and began to put pressure on the Leicester City players.

After this Manchester United came to the frontcourt, the offensive routine was actually relatively simple.

Most of them use the impact of Martial and Lingard on the wing to create threats. Sometimes, when the full-backs come in, the full-midfielders will also insert themselves into the ribs to create threats.     “Bang!”

In the [-]th minute of the game, Manchester United's first threatening attack came.

Luke Shaw, who had been passed twice in a row, sprinted to the frontcourt with the ball in mind.

After evading Chen Yufeng's sliding tackle, his dribbling became more calm, and finally he easily sent a cross from the side.

"Later!"

Ibrahimovic jumped high in the middle, but he did not choose to hit the goal directly. Instead, he shouted and rubbed the ball back, hoping that a player could outflank the back position.

Lingard, the most talented attacking midfielder in England at this time, appeared here, stretching his foot towards the football.

Unfortunately, he was only one foot away from hooking the ball!
  "Shet!" Lingard complained, stood up and quickly ran back towards his position.

Although Ibrahimovic felt regretful, he still gave him a thumbs up and wanted to encourage the young man.

If you ask him where he learned it?

Ibrahimovic himself can’t think clearly. Maybe it was because during the match against Belgium, he saw his teammates often encouraging Lukaku who missed opportunities...

As the game continued, Manchester United's next absolute chance came a little late. It was not until the stoppage time of the first half that their siege achieved some results.

In this attack, Lingard quickly advanced with the ball and passed the ball to Martial on the wing.

After Martial hesitated on the wing for a while, he saw Ibrahimovic who was returning the ball and knocked the ball out.

"Give me a kick!"

Mourinho's encouragement came from the coaching seat. In fact, Ibrahimovic had already planned to do this.

He swung the ball to the right, roughly aimed at the goal, and fired a violent volley into the far corner.

"Bang!!"

There was a violent sound, and the football seemed to be kicked.

The next second, the ball at Ibrahimovic's feet flew straight to the far corner of the goal, but Kanter, who risked his life to block it on the way, blocked the ball with his stomach.

This time there was a muffled sound. After being hit by the ball, Kanter lay on the ground clutching his stomach with a painful expression.

This time, the gap behind him suddenly appeared. Lingard came here like a ghost, poked the ball away with one kick, and headed towards the penalty area.

"Stab!" Huth's subsequent sliding tackle was dodged by Lingard and only hit Lingard's legs.

"what……"

A scream sounded, and Lingard fell to the ground in pain, clutching his ankle.

The [-] Manchester United fans dressed in red immediately stood up from their seats, spread their hands to express their dissatisfaction, and let out a sound of pressure that resounded throughout the audience, "Fuck...!"

"Beep!" the referee's whistle sounded quickly. His right hand pointed to the penalty spot, indicating that it was a penalty kick, and then began to take out cards.

The Leicester City players stepped forward to defend themselves symbolically twice, and then languished.

It was indeed a penalty, no surprise.

"Lingard has made a great contribution! Lingard, the British emperor, created a penalty kick opportunity for Manchester United!"

In the Sina Sports studio, Zhan Jun's excited voice sounded, but he still maintained his professionalism and did not take any position: "This is a good opportunity for Manchester United to equalize the score!"

"We all know that going into halftime with a score of zero to one and going into halftime with a score of [-] to [-] are two completely different feelings!"

"Hu Te, it seems a little slower than Lingard!"

"..."

"Sorry, brothers." Hu Te looked regretful and waved to everyone to apologize.

Everyone comforted him and patted his shoulders.

How can any central defender not give away points?

Just take fewer own goals, and giving a penalty kick is really normal.

"Dry!!"

On the goal line, Kasper Schmeichel seemed very excited, jumping up and down and waving his hands.

He wants to appear in front of Manchester United's penalty kickers in an active state to put pressure on the opponent.

Under the gaze of everyone, Rooney came to the penalty spot with the football in his arms, hands on his hips, adjusting his breathing, preparing for the final penalty kick.

"Rooney stood in front of the penalty spot. It seems that Manchester United still chooses to believe in their veteran!"

"Family with Lu Xiaopang, happy and healthy!"

"Let's see if Rooney can score a goal for Manchester United and make the fans feel healthy again!"

Mourinho stood on the sidelines with a clean face, his hands shaking slightly, as if he was a little nervous.

The penalty kick rate is around 70%, so the probability is still very high.

But now is definitely not the time to get excited. The psychological gap of missing a free throw is even more painful. He must tighten his nerves.

As for Leicester City, Ranieri actually didn't have much hope anymore and had already defaulted to a score of one to one.

He set his sights on Klose. If the opponent equalized the score, Klose would play directly after the halftime break.

"Beep!"

With the expectations of the fans in the audience, the referee blew the whistle indicating that free throws were allowed.

(End of this chapter)