Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 235 A reversal of the plot, a hearty shot! (Ask for monthly ticket)

"Rooney! Run-up...hit the goal!!"

Zhan Jun's voice sounded, and Rooney on the court also stepped out and kicked towards the middle of the football.

The football quickly headed towards the lower right corner of the goal, which was Kasper Schmeichel's lower left corner.

After the penalty kick, Rooney looked towards the goal.

When he saw Casa fearing that Schmeichel would pounce on the same side of his free throw, he was startled, and then hurried up to prepare for a follow-up shot.

"Oh!"

There was a muffled sound, and Kasper Schmeichel was seen rejecting the football, and in the second reaction, he threw the football into his arms very quickly.

"Yeahhhhh...!"

The excited shouts of the Leicester City fans rang out, and a penalty kick was saved, which was as good as scoring a goal.

Still one to zero!

They will keep this score until halftime!

"Casper!!" Somewhere in the stands, Peter Schmeichel looked up to the sky and sighed, once again shouting excitedly for his son.

How could he not come and take a look at this crucial Community Shield match?
  "Oh...!" As for the Manchester United fans in the audience, their faces instantly turned green, they held their heads and sat back in their seats.

They originally planned to celebrate, but they were perfectly saved by the opponent's goalkeeper.

They didn't even give them a corner kick!

Mourinho, who was on the sidelines of the court, also raised his head high. The most feared situation still happened. Failure to score a penalty kick was undoubtedly a very leaky thing.

He had long thought that there might be such a contrasting moment, and it happened.

"Counterattack! Counterattack!"

At this time, Mourinho heard several shouts from the coaching seat next to him, and saw Ranieri commanding Schmeichel to kick off with an excited expression.

Mourinho quickly changed his expression and hurried to the sidelines to prepare for the team to return to defense.

"Oh!"

Unfortunately, it was too late. Schmeichel had already moved in the direction of Mahrez in the frontcourt and made a long pass diagonally. The football flew towards Mahrez's side accurately.

This is a kick-off method that many goalkeepers practice. Top goalkeepers do not take big kicks without purpose.

Even if the right hand is thrown and fired, they can maintain accuracy!

"Why don't you delay his goal kick? Everyone is holding their heads and regretting it!" Mourinho closed his eyes in pain and complained somewhat uncomfortably.

It seems that he has not trained this Manchester United enough. He must pay more to build a better team.

It’s really difficult...

In the Manchester United backcourt, Mahrez stopped the ball and drove the ball towards the empty Manchester United defense at high speed.

At this time, Sina Sports' Zhan Jun was still explaining Rooney's penalty kick, not paying attention to Leicester City's advancing speed, "It didn't even go in!"

"Rooney, you missed a good opportunity! As the captain of the team, this shouldn't be done!"

"He has two options in the future. One is to practice more penalty kicks when he goes back, and the other is to give up his position and hand over the responsibility of the penalty kicker to other young players!"

"We don't know how Rooney will choose, but let's take a look at Leicester City's counterattack first!"

Since Zhan Jun's eyes had been on the Leicester City backcourt just now, he only glanced at Schmeichel's goal kick from the corner of his eye. At this time, after looking at the Manchester United backcourt, his voice paused obviously, "... Mahrez!"

"He is too fast and is ready to cross!"

"This is Leicester City's counterattack, taking it by surprise!"

"If this goal had been scored, how uncomfortable it would have been for the Manchester United fans. They had just experienced the emotional upheaval from heaven to hell!"

"..."

As he kept talking, Mahrez had indeed reached the wing. Without waiting for full-back Antonio to come up, he passed the ball straight to the back of the penalty area.

"Oh!"

A fast half-high ball was swept into the penalty area. This was not a cross. Mahrez seemed not to want to give the Manchester United players a chance to destroy it.

He wanted to sweep the ball quickly to the back point and in the direction of Chen Yufeng.

Although such a pass may make it difficult for Chen Yufeng to stop the ball, Mahrez believes that Chen Yufeng may have a way to deal with it.

The football quickly came to Chen Yufeng. With such a fast ball, it was obviously unrealistic to volley directly.

Chen Yufeng could only lift his right foot, trying to stop the ball before shooting.

But his sense of the ball is really not that high, and Bailey is constantly harassing him next to him. It is inevitable that the ball will be stopped incorrectly.

"Oh!"

The football came into contact with Chen Yufeng's feet. Although it did not bounce away, it flew directly to Chen Yufeng's head and was stopped immediately.

"Chen Yufeng! Ah... if it's not parked properly, then Baili might want to destroy it!"

"Mahrez's passing speed is obviously too fast. In such a critical area, Chen Yufeng does not seem to have the conditions to stop the ball!"

"Bailey has been making small moves with his hands just now, just because he doesn't want Chen Yufeng to get the ball and create a threat!"

Along with Zhan Jun's voice, it was Mahrez's hand moving towards Chen Yufeng and his apologetic eyes.

Chen Yufeng wanted to say at this critical moment, don't panic.

But he seemed to have no time, he had more important things to do.

Under the gaze of more than [-] people in the audience, Chen Yufeng's left foot suddenly stepped towards the back of his body. His entire body turned around in an instant, and his left arm was thrown back.

"This is preparation..." On the Leicester City bench, Odegaard couldn't contain his excitement again. He stood up and guessed, "Barb?!"

"It must be!" Chilwell next to him also stood up, looking towards the court with admiration, and sincerely hoped that Chen Yufeng could succeed.

In the flash of lightning, Chen Yufeng's left foot bounced off the ground, and then he swung his left leg towards the back, taking advantage of the situation and turning his body backwards.

Bailly originally wanted to head the ball, but after seeing Chen Yu's unstoppable momentum at this moment, he became a little scared.

He was afraid that Chen Yufeng would hit him in the face with a barb kick without hesitation...

"My first game in the main game, I...maybe I can't concede any more goals, no matter what!"

After Bailly finished his mental construction, there was no football waiting for him to kill. Chen Yufeng's right foot had already hooked hard towards the football.

Bailly, who was standing nearby, could see clearly that Chen Yufeng was wearing black sneakers with the Puma logo. The shoelaces seemed to be tied very tightly, and he could even notice the faint changes in the blood vessels on the instep.

"Bang!!"

There was a sound of ball contact, and Bailly saw Chen Yufeng's foot hit the ball hard. The hit was very strong, and there was no kick, but the entire foot was in contact.

And usually, it will be a high-quality barb...

Bailly quickly looked back. He first saw countless Manchester United fans in the stands with the same frightened expressions as him, and then caught the football flying towards the far corner of the goal.

"Whoa!" As the football passed De Gea's hand, the net shook violently and made a sharp sound.

Bailly's head turned suddenly and looked at Chen Yufeng, who scored the goal, with a very shocked expression.

He didn't know what to say. The wonderfulness of this goal made him have the urge to applaud and praise it in a desperate mood.

An indescribable feeling came to his heart, and Bailey's mouth opened wide.

"Yeahhhhhhhh...!!"

The second shout from Leicester City fans in a short period of time rang out. Everyone waved their hands in excitement and stood up from their seats crazily.

Barb shot!

Chen Yufeng scored their second goal!

"god!!"

"It's really hard to imagine what you are seeing. Just now Manchester United was taking a penalty kick, and in the blink of an eye it was us who scored!"

"It's so dramatic, I wonder if I'm watching a movie!"

"Leicester City!! Chen Yufeng!!"

"Oh, buy it! Wonderful overhead kick! This ball is really beautiful!"

"Two to zero, we seem to be really close to victory!"

"..."

When the team was awarded a penalty kick, all the fans were inevitably a little disappointed.

When they saw Schmeichel save the penalty kick, they were shouting hoarsely. Then they saw the team counterattack quickly, Mahrez passed the ball and Chen Yufeng scored!

How could this minute of ups and downs not make them feel excited? !

And it’s such a wonderful overhead kick goal!

"Oh my God!"

In the broadcast area, Zhan Jun first exclaimed, then remembered that he was a professional commentator and quickly modified his lines, "The goal is scored! Chen Yufeng! Shocking overhead shot!"

"Two to zero! Leicester City changed the score to two to zero! Fox City fans, your superstar is back!"

"An amazing goal. Let's look at it again. Chen Yufeng's body stretches very wide and his shot is also extremely beautiful!"

"He's thirty-one years old, why did he suddenly make such a new move? Is he trying to learn from Rooney recently?"

"Beautiful goal! Not only did Leicester City come back from the brink, they even turned around and broke into Manchester United's goal again!"

"..."

On the court, Chen Yufeng got up from the ground, rushed to the corner flag area on the sidelines, and once again chose to celebrate by sliding and kneeling.

The first goal of the new season, he chose to return to the Leicester City fans in this way.

"Kang is busy!"

After finishing his slide, Chen Yufeng waved to the fans in the stands and was very excited.

The skills he had acquired before were quickly put into use. That was because he deliberately had unintended effects and used this method to steal goals.

But today, it was purely luck.

As soon as he got a kick from Rooney, he was 'forced' to get a chance to do it. He turned around and volleyed the ball, but he scored the ball in the goal.

Everything seems to be developing in Chen Yufeng's direction, as if he should have done this and blasted the ball into the net like this.

"I'm really impressed by you old guy. How did you score!" Mahrez was the first to run over and jumped on Chen Yufeng again, celebrating wildly with Chen Yufeng.

The two again cooperated like reciprocating the favor, passing one pass and shooting the other, giving the team a [-]-[-] lead!

This is what often happened in Blue Fox games last season.

The two of them are like scoring and assisting machines, brushing off each other's statistics and grinding their opponents' mental endurance.

"Can you teach me? Did you learn this in the Belgian national team?" Vardy also ran up and asked with a smile.

Such shooting skills are definitely what every forward wants.

He combines many elements that men dream of: chic, handsome, domineering, and smooth!

(End of this chapter)