Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 288: The inside cut is picturesque. When it comes to fighting, are Leicester City ever afraid? (Ask for monthly ticket)

"Chen Yufeng, he broke through and defeated Marcano!"

"We've come to the penalty area line, do you want to shoot?!"

"We saw that Marcano seemed to be reminding his teammates to defend Chen Yufeng's outside instep shot!"

"Indeed, Chen Yufeng's outside-instep shooting is indeed his specialty. The success rate and efficiency of scoring goals even surpass the previous outside-instep king Quaresma!"

"Chen Yufeng!!"

Zhu Xiaoyu's voice sounded, and just when he thought Chen Yufeng was about to make a move, he suddenly saw Chen Yufeng take a step towards the inside again.

The shooting angle required by the outer instep is relatively large.

So when Chen Yufeng came near the edge of the penalty area, people felt that he could already shoot.

But not Chen Yufeng. He deceived everyone this time.

"Boom."

Another light call came, and Chen Yufeng found the perfect time to call the ball. While avoiding Felipe, he moved himself to a position close to the center.

"Rayun!!"

Many Porto players pinned their last hopes on Layun. The young full-back gave up Mahrez next to him and ran towards Chen Yufeng.

"It's time to fight now." Layun made his own judgment in his mind, and then when he came to Chen Yufeng's side, he flew out with a sliding shovel, ready to block the far corner.

"Bang." Another light voice sounded.

Chen Yufeng, who had been on his tiptoes, completed another pass, completely reaching the center position, and widened the angle of the shot.

At this moment, in the eyes of all Leicester City fans, the back figure of No. 66 seemed to have really become Peter Pan Robben, completing a perfect inside cut from the wing.

"Will there be one last time?!"

Many Leicester fans stood up from their seats and began to look forward to Chen Yufeng's last shot.

"Bang!" A heavy sound sounded, how could Chen Yufeng's shot disappoint them.

Due to his breakthrough, Porto goalkeeper Casillas kept moving his position and was very close to the near corner. This was a manifestation of blocking the angle.

But Chen Yufeng seized the gap in this movement and flicked the ball to the far corner with a flick of his ankle.

The football immediately lifted off the ground, without a trace of spin, and hit the far corner heavily.

From Casillas's perspective, when he saw the path of Chen Yufeng's ball, he already knew that as long as the ball was hit correctly, his probability of saving it was zero.

The rhythm is great!

I just caught the gap in his movement and hit the football!

When he made breakthroughs against the defender again and again, Chen Yufeng was also observing his position, and finally made this judgment successfully!

"No wonder he is a candidate for the Ballon d'Or..." Casillas pursed his lips in frustration, as if accepting the sentence, waiting for the football to enter the net.

"Whoa!" Sure enough, a sound of wiping the net sounded. Casillas spread his hands towards the defense, and then heard the shouts of Leicester City fans at the scene, "Yeahhhhhhh...!"

That kind of hysterical roar, like the roar of an explosion at this moment, swept them into a world of fire and flying shrapnel, and their whole bodies were baked and rotten from the inside out.

Porto's defenders looked at each other, and finally everyone turned their attention to Marcano.

Marcano, who completely failed in this confrontation and became the first person responsible for the team's goal loss in the end, was completely crazy at this time.

Chen Yufeng, who was running to the wing to celebrate, happened to pass by him and made a mocking gesture towards him, as if asking him to speak louder and dance more.

Chen Yufeng, who only performed this action, was not satisfied. He even turned Marcano over, as if he wanted to confirm the name behind him, and mocked him for not knowing this unknown person.

"This bitch!" Marcano rushed towards Chen Yufeng.

"Hold him!!" Nuno, who was on the sidelines, couldn't sit still at this time and quickly directed the team's players to hold Marcano down.

Marcano, who already had a yellow card, could not get another card at this time.

Even if he encourages the team to play dirty, Nuno must avoid unnecessary yellow cards.

If the current situation continues, if a red card directly sends off one person, then Porto will definitely be greeted by a tragedy.

Grinding his teeth, Nuno clasped his toes together angrily, filled with anger that had nowhere to vent.

"The ball went in!! Chen Yufeng cut in and hit the goal!! This is a wonderful long-range shot that waves all over the world!!"

"Wow! In this goal, Chen Yufeng perfectly replicated the actions of Peter Pan Robben! Is he really secretly learning the abilities of these stars, and I learned them for him!"

"What a great play! Goalkeeper Saint Cassie had no way to stop this goal! Chen Yufeng gave Leicester City a 2-0 lead!"

"Will this be another tragedy?!"

Zhu Xiaoyu's face was full of amazement. Firstly, he was amazed at Chen Yufeng's wonderful goal. Secondly, he was amazed at Leicester City's overall strength.

When did this team become so strong?

Could it be that an excellent superstar captain really helps the team so much?

In the Chinese fans live broadcast room, the comments from fans soared rapidly.

"Fuck!! Cut inside and shoot!!"

"I really thought he was going to shoot with the outside of his instep. Who could have imagined that it was a shot with his left foot that cut inside! This is Teacher Chen's non-dominant foot!"

"Dr. Chen is awesome! What a beautiful fight!"

"Dr. Chen is such a good medicine. He cured my narcolepsy all at once and I'm not sleepy anymore!"

"It's so exciting, kill these reckless guys from Porto! They don't look like they're playing football at all!"

"Have you ever seen Kung Fu Football? Porto is like the team with the wrench in it. The scene in that kind of comedy is really disgusting in reality!"

"Fuck Porto! Go to hell!"

"Chen Yufeng kills them! Come on! Just kick like this!"

"..."

Countless barrages were sent out, expressing the excitement and mood of the fans watching the game. They will always be Chen Yufeng’s supporters who stand on the front line.

On the court at this moment, Chen Yufeng, after finishing his taunting move, roared and hugged Odegaard, and then completed a sliding kneel from the edge of the turf!

Every time he scores his first goal after acquiring a new skill, he will be particularly excited!

This means that his ability has really improved significantly, and he has one more way to break the opponent's goal on the court!

In the future, he will have a new killer weapon!

And every goal scored in a key game was released by him!

Chen Yufeng likes the feeling of sliding on his knees after every goal. He feels the temperature of his knees on the slippery turf and the pleasure brought by the friction. His overall feeling is a few degrees higher.

Sliding and kneeling, this is the most liberating way to relieve stress after scoring a goal!

Chen Yufeng wants to skate a hundred times, a thousand times!

"Come on...!" Ranieri on the sidelines raised his hands and laughed in celebration.

He took off his glasses, strode into a horse stance and started pumping his fists in celebration, releasing his emotions by punching forward again and again.

After these two goals, he felt confident.

The next step is to try to beat Porto, who provoked them before the game, to death.

Don't steady people like to respond freely?

That is impossible.

However, they prefer to suppress these things deep in their hearts. When this kind of thing is really released, it will come more violently than others.

After the celebration was completed, Chen Yufeng returned to his seat without wasting much time.

The only regret about this celebration was that Marcano did not come up to have a conflict with him in the end.

Otherwise, he has a thousand ways to get the opponent a yellow card. After two yellows turn into one red, he leaves the field and sits in the locker room watching the game.

He really wanted Marcano's ugly and dirty face to disappear from the field. He was more suitable to stay behind the scenes, like a poor mouse, watching his team's failure.

"There will still be opportunities."

Chen Yufeng was not in a hurry, waiting for the ball to kick off again.

The reason for not wasting time is that he wants to do more in this game.

Whether it is to score a big victory and make Porto uncomfortable, or to make Marcano roll directly, this is his goal.

"Beep!"

The referee didn't wait long before blowing the whistle for the game to restart.

Porto fired the ball from the center circle and Leicester City players also pressed towards their half.

"Don't get ahead, don't be anxious!"

Chen Yufeng immediately reminded his teammates who wanted to press high. He could just guess that after the kick-off, his teammates would not be able to help but press forward.

Already leading 2-0, they must be thinking about quickly expanding their advantage.

This is a place that must be avoided and Leicester must never forget what their game is based on.

They rely more on the moment when they switch from defense to offense and the victory in counterattack.

Rushing forward to fight will only make the game out of control and become threatening, just like it did against Manchester United that day.

"Come back, come back!"

Chen Yufeng constantly directed his teammates to retreat, "Just let Vardy stand in front! Retreat in an orderly manner!"

He did not forget to turn to look at former captain Morgan, "Morgan! You can see more clearly from where you are standing, open your mouth!"

After Morgan nodded, he also started to remind. Leicester City quickly completed the retreat of the formation and waited for the opportunity again in the backcourt.

This wave suppressed the high emotions after the goal and allowed the players to return to the game without being swallowed up by the thrill of pursuing victory.

The next game became more stable.

Marcano did not remain calm for long before he began to commit crimes against the wind and started to commit fouls at the risk of receiving red cards.

Felipe and Layun beside him seemed to be unable to bear it at the moment. They continued to harass the Leicester City players and used their trump card again.

When the first half of the game was almost over, Leicester City's players were already very impatient, and there was a possibility of another conflict with the Porto players at any time.

"Oh!"

When Odegaard fell to the ground, his opponent deliberately kicked him in the ribs. After clutching his ribs and gritting his teeth in pain, everything got completely out of control.

Some people rushed to Odegaard to help him recover his breathing.

It is very uncomfortable to be hit in the ribs by something with speed and weight. It is definitely something that people do not want to experience a second time after experiencing it once in this life.

"What are you doing! You have to kick like this, right?"

"Damn the Portuguese Super League giants! You are more like a group of natives!"

"Look at the score! Do you look like you are playing football? You are a bunch of rubbish! You are like the sewage in the sewers. It is really a blessing to appear in the Champions League!"

"The general pulled out of the dwarf!"

The other Leicester City players saw someone looking at Odegaard, and quickly rushed to the Porto players' camp, pushing Felipe who had just volleyed!

Other Porto players also came over quickly, and the two sides quickly struggled with each other, and the conflict instantly became more intense.

"These sons of bitches!"

On the sidelines of the court, Ranieri gritted his teeth and cursed angrily, winked at Steve Walsh, and then waved the assistant coach and substitute players to come on, "You really think we are a group of good kids!"

"Fuck me!"

Don’t forget, this is Leicester’s home ground.

They can ask security to come in later, take advantage of the staff's numbers, and fight you!

When it comes to fighting, Leicester City is really not afraid!

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ps: It’s five o’clock and I’m asleep

(End of this chapter)