Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 248 Goodbye, the young man draws his bow fully, not afraid of the years or the wind (please vote for me)

"Bang!!"

There was a heavy sound of touching the ball. Chen Yufeng stretched his body and put his non-dominant left foot on the bottom of the football.

This is still the kicking technique used in Bei's arc pass. The reason why this skill can enter the legendary level lies in its common use.

However, due to the relatively long forward swing preparation of this kind of shot, the scoring rate of the inward shot is not high.

Chen Yufeng didn't believe in evil at first, so he tried some things, but found that it seemed to be the case.

But after entering the penalty area and so close to the goal, he was still able to try a kick.

“It’s in, it’s in!!”

On the Leicester City bench on the sidelines, young player Odegaard rushed out. Seeing Chen Yufeng's sure-win posture, he was ready to hug Ranieri to celebrate.

"Bang!" However, a muffled sound sounded immediately, which made all expectations come to nothing, leaving only a feeling of disappointment.

I saw Cech, the helmet man, successfully blocked the far corner, and after coming out, he smashed the football out of the baseline with a single punch.

"Yeahhhhhh...!" A burst of cheers rang out from Arsenal fans, giving encouragement and praise to their goalkeeper.

The football was saved from the bottom line by Cech's wonderful save!

Still a corner kick!

"Oh!" Cech got up from the ground, waved his arms excitedly, and then jumped high and bumped chests with Koscielny. This was their unique way of celebrating.

After Schmeichel saved the team with his amazing save, the defense of the two of them also saved the team!

Their foreheads were covered in cold sweat from the aftermath of the disaster, but their eyes were filled with excitement.

This will give them more confidence and experience in Chen Yufeng's defense.

Everyone has two legs and two feet. Is it really impossible to guard against Chen Yufeng?

It's definitely not that mysterious.

"Ah! Nice jump by Cech!"

Zhan Jun was a little regretful at first, but then he reversed his mood and praised Arsenal's players, "Arsenal's defensive distribution is very good, and the players also trust each other very much!"

"This is the reason why they were able to make this wonderful save! It almost blocked a must-goal opportunity!"

Director Zhang Lu spoke with his distinctive Beijing accent and said, "You can see from the expressions of the two of them that Chen Yufeng is really hard to guard against, hehe."

"If they hadn't cooperated better this time, they might have directly faced the dilemma of losing the goal. This is the suppressive power brought by Chen Yufeng."

"It's true that nervousness is accompanied by excitement, even extreme nervousness, which catalyzed the excitement at this moment."

On the court, Mahrez stood in front of the service point again and extended his right hand towards the penalty area.

Chen Yufeng, who was standing at the penalty spot again, was not too depressed and was still waiting for the opportunity to come.

It's not that if he plays well, the ball will definitely go in. The player opposite is not a computer player, but a real person, and he is also a top player with high reputation in this football world.

Whether he can score a goal depends on many factors. He can only do his best to improve his chances of scoring a goal.

A super efficient shooter may have a shot conversion rate of around 20 to 30%.

Chen Yufeng has done his own similar data survey. His shot conversion rate is an astonishing 34 points, which means that on average, he can score one goal with three shots.

Of course, this is not how it is calculated. Sometimes if the foot feels good, it may be possible to score two goals with two.

Sometimes the foot feel is not good, and maybe none of the five shots hit the target. This is just an average.

"Oh!"

Mahrez's corner kick was quickly taken, and Chen Yufeng's eyes became sharp.

He took a look at the approximate landing point and realized that the ball might belong to the Arsenal defender, and then retreated directly towards the outside of the penalty area.

Sure enough, when Chen Yufeng retreated outside the penalty area, Koscielny jumped high and smashed the ball first.

"Press out!!"

Continuous defensive contributions made the French team's center back very excited at the moment. After landing, he waved his hands to signal the players to press forward quickly.

Koscielny felt as if there was a fire in his chest, and he instantly felt that he was a top central defender.

At this moment, he found that his teammates were motionless.

what's the situation?

"Bang!!"

Koscielny was just a little surprised when he heard a muffled sound like the sound of a small-caliber artillery shell.

He turned around and saw a football hitting his head with great force.

Fortunately, the ball finally flew past his ear and did not hit his face, otherwise it would have caused a nosebleed at least...

But then, Koscielny reacted and quickly turned back and looked towards the goal. He saw that Cech, who was struggling to save, could no longer stop the football from touching the net.

"Whoa!" A sound of net wiping sounded, and Arsenal's goal was lost.

Unfortunately, the ball did not hit Koscielny's face, but hit the goal...

“Yeahhhhhhhh…!!”

Hearing the fanatical roars of the Leicester City fans at the scene, Koscielny's eyes widened, he glanced at the confused Cech and then looked back.

Outside the penalty area, Chen Yufeng spread his hands towards the Leicester City fans area and rushed over with a smile.

This goal was scored by him!

Koscielny immediately covered his face and lay on the ground, lying directly flat with Cech. They had just completed a chest bump to celebrate their defensive success, but at this moment they actually lost a goal.

It just happened to be Chen Yufeng!

At this time, Koscielny and Cech must have countless question marks in their minds, and they would like to ask those top central defenders and goalkeepers.

Tell me, how to prevent this?

"Beautiful!! Chen Yufeng's second goal in the Premier League this season!!"

Zhan Jun's expression suddenly became wonderful, "Can you imagine?! Such a goal! Appearing on the stage of the second round of the Premier League!"

"Goodbye young man with full bow, not afraid of time and wind!!"

"A wonderful kick outside the penalty area! It penetrated Cech's fingers! It gave Leicester City a 1-0 lead!"

"Chen Yufeng, the corkscrew! The captain of the Blue Foxes did what the team needed him to do. When other shooters on the team were still looking for form, he took on the offensive responsibility!"

"This is Leicester City's third consecutive attack. This efficient blue tank finally crushed Arsenal's steel defense! Chen Yufeng's consecutive goals!"

"..."

On the court, while the Arsenal players were stunned, Chen Yufeng pointed to the stands with one hand, smiled and ran over.

So far in his career, he has scored more than 40 goals, but he will still be extremely excited when every new goal comes!

This means that he still has a good start in this new season, stabilizing his state and efficiency!

Chen Yufeng's next goal is to score 35 goals in a single season and break through 100 goals in his career as soon as possible!

After this, there may be 200 goals, 300 goals, 500 goals, 700 goals!

As long as he can still struggle on this field, he will attack these goals, because this represents the best!

Thinking of the cute little guy before the game and her goal blessing, Chen Yufeng smiled and blew a kiss toward the stands.

"Ahhh..." The female Leicester City fans in one area suddenly became excited, holding their heads and looking in shock.

The husband or boyfriend next to him didn't actually have any extra thoughts at the moment, and still smiled and applauded Chen Yufeng.

This is a moment worth celebrating together.

"Yeah...! Yeah...! Yeahhh...!"

From the Leicester City coach's seat on the sidelines, a sound of three consecutive strikes rang out, and a substitute player wearing a Leicester City jersey stood up and roared toward the stands and punched three times.

Ranieri immediately cast a resentful look, as if complaining that this player had stolen his limelight.

It's Odegaard, the player who is looking forward to his team taking a two-goal lead today.

He is very eager to play, and now that he is one step closer to this goal, how can he not be excited.

"Chen Yufeng! My God!" Odegaard waved his fist in celebration and was very emotional.

Although Chilwell and Maguire next to them were also very excited, they still stepped forward to hold Odegaard back to prevent him from making any more drastic moves.

"Calm down, calm down, brother!" Chilwell was older, but he still couldn't help but call him brother.

If Odegaard hadn't been wearing a player's substitute vest, and if he hadn't been too young, he would have looked like Leicester City's real coach at the moment.

As for the real coach Ranieri, he slowly turned around and high-fived Walsh at this moment, briefly celebrating the team's lead.

"King of Heaven, King of Blue Fox." Walsh made another simple comment of his own, which was his signature exclamation.

As for Ranieri, he breathed a sigh of relief and then smiled: "Danny Simpson can't guard Walcott. We need the faster Chilwell to try."

"Chen Yufeng scored the first goal and gave the team fault tolerance. If everything goes well, I will replace Chilwell in the 60th minute of the game."

"Actually, looking at the scene just now, I no longer want to take risks with substitutions, but everything will be different after Chen Yufeng scores a goal."

"Why not give young people some opportunities? We should believe they can do something."

Ranieri turned and walked away with a smile, looking towards the court with his hands behind his back, clapped his hands and encouraged the players to play.

What he just said was loud, and Chilwell was nearby, so he naturally heard it.

Then, a strange picture appeared.

Chilwell, who had just grabbed Odegaard with Maguire, suddenly became violent after Odegaard calmed down and waved his hands towards the fans in the stands.

"Chen Yufeng! Beautiful! My God!"

"Ohhh...!! Beautiful goal, let's cheer together!!"

Chilwell almost fell to his knees and walked out, watching Odegaard and Maguire twitching behind him.

Maguire glanced at Odegaard speechlessly, then returned his gaze to Chilwell's face, and walked toward the bench speechlessly.

"By the way, let Maguire warm up later. If everything goes well, let him experience the game. After all, he will be the main training target in the future."

Ranieri shouted to the assistant coach again, signaling the midfielder to warm up with these players.

Maguire, who was still walking towards the penalty area, suddenly froze, then turned around and rushed towards the sideline, "Yeah! Yeahh!"

"Yeahhh...!"

"Captain! Keep coming! Keep going!!"

Odegaard on the side instantly cast a look of disdain and rolled his eyes helplessly.

(End of this chapter)