Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 271 The heated atmosphere of the game, the King of Leicestershire (viewing the game from Taylor’s perspective)

Under the watchful eye of the two men, the game continued.

The place where they were sitting was the front stand, which was considered an organization of die-hard Leicester City fans.

Not long after the game started, they organized a team song singing session, and Leicester City's brisk and melodic team song soon sounded in the stands.

"When you are smiling...!"

"When you are smiling...!"

“The whole world smiles with you…!

Taylor Swift was not very good at singing at first, but such a simple and catchy melody was quickly picked up by her musical genius.

She happily sang along with the fans and blended in very well.

The female assistant next to her also sang along. From Taylor's expression, she saw a long-lost relaxation and novelty, which was rare.

Although she has countless classic and beautiful songs, after countless tours and singing, these songs have been sung thousands of times, and they have long lost the novelty feeling, and some of them are just numb.

This time I came to Leicester City and sang the team anthem with the fans. This feeling was still different.

Everyone sings together for the club. No matter whether the singing is good or not, as long as the sounds are mixed together, it is a very powerful force.

This will provide strength to the players, allowing them to better enjoy the game on the court and attack towards victory.

On the court at this time, Burnley's new coach Dyche's mad dog pressing tactics did achieve certain results in a short period of time. They made the Leicester City players very uncomfortable for a while.

But as the game time slowly moved forward, the Leicester City players, who gradually became accustomed to this kind of pressing, began to find ways to resolve it.

They began to boldly carry out small-scale rapid cooperation in the backcourt. Even if they made occasional mistakes, they had little impact on the overall situation.

As long as they can find an opportunity, they hope to directly form a situation of using less to fight more and launch a highly threatening counterattack.

"Keep rushing! Keep rushing!"

Dyche on the sidelines directed the players to continue charging. He had just entered the Premier League and was full of passion and desire for football.

He looks forward to this newly promoted team playing enthusiastic football in his hands.

In the fourteenth minute of the game, Leicester City's backcourt play finally came to fruition.

"Bang bang!"

Drinkwater and Fox, through small-scale cooperation with Fox, carved a bloody path on this wing, picked out the ball, and then passed it to Chen Yufeng's feet.

Chen Yufeng turned around and quickly started to speed up, launching an impact towards Burnley's backcourt.

"Ohhhhhhhh..."

In the area where Taylor was located, Leicester City fans shouted loudly and stood up from their seats.

Their actions represented their mood. Everyone was looking forward to the success of this attack and were waiting for the final explosive moment.

"Yufeng! Yufeng!"

Taylor even raised his hands high, his eyes filled with admiration.

"Bang!" With everyone watching, Chen Yufeng transferred the ball to Mahrez's side with one kick.

After Mahrez stopped the ball, he passed the ball to the center. Vardy followed up and scored the ball into the dead center of the goal.

"Yeahhhhh...!"

The Leicester City fans roared wildly, their voices soaring into the sky, setting the entire stadium on fire.

The entire audience in the stands immediately waved their hands in excitement and was in a state of excitement.

Although Taylor Swift was a little disappointed not to see Chen Yufeng score, she was still immersed in the atmosphere and celebrated with the fans.

She and her female assistant quickly set their sights on Dyche, who was not far in front of them, wanting to see the reaction of the opponent's head coach.

Sometimes, fans will also look for this kind of reaction from the opposing coach to gain greater psychological satisfaction.

Dyche was very cooperative with the Leicester City fans. He kicked the water bottle away in anger, squatted down on the side of the pitch and roared, accompanied by very exaggerated body movements.

Taylor couldn't hear what he was saying, but he could still guess something from his body language, "Fuck?"

She imitated a sentence, and then laughed with her female assistant.

The two sat down again soon after, waiting for Chen Yufeng's goal.

When the first half of the game reached 40 minutes, the second goal had not yet appeared, and the on-site director once again turned the camera to Taylor's side.

Many fans burst into cheers again, seemingly using the director's words to give Chen Yufeng motivation.

This cooperation between the director and the fans seems to be promoting a point.

Chen Yufeng, everyone is waiting for you, hurry up and get one...

Of course, the players who are playing seriously on the field must not have noticed this. They will only understand this after the game.

However, this does not prevent the fans from enjoying themselves first.

"Oh!"

In the 43rd minute of the game, there were still two minutes left before the end of the first half.

Morgan launched a counterattack with a long pass, directly looking for Mahrez on the left.

Mahrez, who had completed an assist not long ago, seemed to be in very good condition. He quickly dribbled the ball towards Burnley's back line, regardless of the fact that three defensive players were waiting in front of him.

Mahrez didn't make too many moves. After a simple shake of his body, he went for the ball.

No matter how many people are in front of you, he only needs to pass one person, and then use the cross to find the back point. See if Chen Yufeng can hit one against the defender!

"Bang!" Mahrez's cross was sent out quickly. The football rotated violently and quickly headed towards the back point.

Chen Yufeng was also double-teamed at this moment, taking off one step ahead of Burnley's defender, leaping high and heading towards the top of the football.

"Ohhhhhhh..." The die-hard Leicester City fans in Taylor's area stood up again and began to look forward to the final scene.

They know that when Chen Yufeng shows this state, he may not be far from scoring!

"Bang!!"

A dull sound sounded, and Chen Yufeng's forehead touched the bottom of the football. The football quickly changed its path and hit the goal.

Burnley goalkeeper Heaton took off in a timely manner and even judged the placement of the football in advance.

However, the dashing figure that he struggled to fly out finally became a clown supporting role in this grand performance. Although he worked hard, it was useless, just to support the brilliance of the protagonist of the performance.

"Whoa!" The football quickly touched the net. Chen Yufeng immediately waved his right hand and rushed to the other side of the court to dance and celebrate.

This seems to be a recently unlocked celebration that he has yet to show off in front of people.

"Yeahhhhhhh...!"

In the fans' stand where Taylor was sitting, one could only see Chen Yufeng's back getting further and further away, but this did not affect the people here getting excited.

Everyone raised their hands high and celebrated wildly.

"Yeahh!" The shouts of Taylor and the female assistant merged with the voices of Leicester City fans again, forming a chorus that enveloped the stands.

The two hugged each other, their faces already flushed with excitement.

After the on-site director finished playing Chen Yufeng's celebration, he turned the camera here again to observe the celebration behavior of Taylor and the female assistant.

These things on the football field are naturally very interesting, and fans also like to see them.

After that, everyone turned their attention to Burnley's coaching bench and once again observed the fat Dyche.

Daichi was wearing a black suit lining and even a tie today. It seemed that in his fantasy, today was originally a good day.

His record in the first four rounds of this season can indeed give him this kind of confidence, making him expect the team to disrupt Leicester City's position through pressing and limit Leicester City's offensive threats.

But what happened on the field at this moment told him that everything was not that simple.

This kind of pressing not only did not allow them to score, but instead allowed Leicester City to seize the counterattack and score two goals.

As a result, their physical fitness dropped in the second half, and they may not only lose their competitiveness directly, but may also be beaten by Leicester City again.

"Most of the players on this team just finished playing in the Champions League two days ago, how come they can still play when they come back!"

Dai Qi directly raised a bucket of water over his back and slammed it to the ground, as if he had been thrown over his shoulder. "Why can't I guard Mahrez! I can't guard Chen Yufeng!"

At the moment, he is more like a fighter active in the UFC octagonal cage, using crazy ground jujitsu to fight against Shuidi.

This is obviously the wrong place to fight, and is just a way to vent.

"Hahahaha..." After attracting laughter from many Leicester City fans, Dyche seemed to notice this and turned his gaze sharply to the Leicester City stands.

This kind of threat is of course useless and will only make the laughter louder.

"That's unreasonable!" Dai Qi once again threw the water bottle over his shoulder and smashed it, and almost went up to the crossbar to strangle him.

His behavior also made the players on the Burnley bench stunned for a moment. Everyone showed a scared expression, fearing that he would be the next one to be thrown over his shoulder.

"Beep--!"

The midfield whistle was blown shortly after the game. Taylor and the female assistant picked up their things and walked out of the court.

The two of them looked a little unfinished, as if they had just woken up from a wonderful dream, and their mouths were a little dry.

"Exciting!" Taylor exclaimed passionately, and even wanted to dance here.

They walked all the way to the store next to the stadium, wanting to buy two iced drinks before watching the game inside the stadium.

When they came to the beverage store to order Cokes, the female clerk seemed to recognize them and said with a smile: "Miss, when watching your boyfriend play, it would be more exciting to have two glasses of cold beer."

"Not a boyfriend." Taylor explained this with some embarrassment. Then after looking at each other and the female assistant, he turned around and said, "But we are willing to try some cold beer."

"Wait a moment." The female clerk quickly turned around to pour the beer, and soon came over with two large glasses of beer with ice cubes.

"In-store activities, buy beer and give away celebrity photos of players, do you want it?"

After passing the beer to the two of them, the female clerk took out a few posters and cards, like carefully crafted small gifts.

After seeing the cover of Chen Yufeng above, Taylor naturally took it and said, "Thank you."

"Go slowly, I hope Chen Yufeng can score more goals today."

The female clerk called out Chen Yufeng's name at the end. She smiled and said, "That will make our whole city happy. He is already our national idol."

Taylor and the female assistant looked back, nodded longingly, and walked towards the stadium.

After a few hours of going deep into the local area, they felt Chen Yufeng's influence in the city.

This is stronger than any report or any media news.

Only when you come here in person can you feel the love and respect that people in a place have for a certain football star.

This is comparable to the love the people have for their king, and Chen Yufeng is now gradually walking towards the road of becoming the king of Leicester City.

Perhaps when he leaves here, the whole of Leicestershire will shed tears of reluctance.

(End of this chapter)