Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 302 The fastest hat trick in Champions League history? No! It's the whole history! (Ask for monthly ticket)

On the court, the Leicester City players who had finished celebrating ran towards their own half, waiting for the opportunity to serve again.

Their real-time points have reached 9 points. If they can win this game, their qualifying situation will be very good.

"Beep!"

The referee then blew the whistle to restart the game, and Copenhagen issued a ball in the center circle to restart the offense.

Ranieri looked at his watch on the side of the court and asked about the situation in Porto behind him.

It seems that the old coach also has a grudge against Porto, and is very eager for Bruges to complete a double play against Porto.

Even if there can't be a double kill, another draw will do. In this way, Porto will only get one point after these two rounds, and the qualifying situation will still be relatively tight.

"Brugge scored!" Not long after, a voice came from behind.

Ranieri turned his head suddenly, with a bit of surprise on his face.

If he hadn't known that there were countless cameras staring at him inside and outside the court, he would have wanted to clenched his fists in celebration.

Ranieri gritted his teeth, suppressed a smile, turned around, and just shouted to the players: "The next door scored a goal, and the qualifying situation is excellent."

It seems to be talking about the qualifying situation, but it is actually telling the players that the team that disgusted them now has a problem qualifying.

The strongest taunt...

After hearing the news, the Leicester City players on the field showed a few excited looks on their faces.

The sullen little Kanter decided to follow the offensive player in front of him, but suddenly he felt a burst of power in his body, giving him the confidence to slide and steal the ball.

"Stab!" A sliding shove sounded. Kanter took the football away from his opponent's feet, then quickly got up and passed the ball to Drinkwater next to him.

Brother Drinking glanced towards the frontcourt and kicked the ball straight to Mahrez's position on the left.

At this time, Copenhagen had just sent the ball in the circle, and it was the point where they were preparing to attack aggressively. Leicester City's change of stealing the ball made all of them feel a little uncomfortable.

"Oh shit……"

Copenhagen head coach Solbakken, who was on the sidelines of the court, spread his hands and felt that something was wrong.

The team's defense is in chaos. If Leicester City can organize an effective counterattack, the goal will be in danger again.

"Mahrez! Dribbling the ball forward, he started a battle with Ankelsen on the wing!"

"Ankelsen couldn't defend him! Mahrez was a little too flexible! The Algerian wing king once again showed his breakthrough ability!"

"Do you want to pass to the center?! The center position seems very empty. Valdigan Qishinji and Chen Yufeng cover the front, center and back! This is a good time to pass the ball!"

"Mahrez, pass the ball!"

The excitement of the Brazilian commentator Palos rang out. He had just sat down and stood up from his seat again, raising his hands high.

Mahrez's pass was very accurate. The ball bypassed the players in the opponent's defense and was just in a place where it was difficult for the goalkeeper to attack.

The last spot was already available for Chen Yufeng!

Everyone can predict what will happen next.

Chen Yufeng never scores simple goals!

He jumped up directly with his left foot on the ground, completed the leg swing preparation with his right foot in the air, and then swung it forward heavily, making accurate contact with the middle of the football.

"Bang!" A comfortable sound of touching the ball resounded throughout the stadium, and all Leicester City fans stood up from their seats again.

When they saw the football smashing into the net like a bamboo, and goalkeeper Olsen just waved symbolically, all the Leicester City fans once again burst into loud celebrations.

“Ohhhhhhhhh…!!”

Everyone had smiles on their faces. Some people raised their hands and shouted wildly, while others put their hands on their chests and kept clapping. Some even danced twerking in the stands. .

Two to zero!

In just one minute, Leicester City scored two goals!

Chen Yufeng scored twice!

"I just said, I will give you a goal." Mahrez rushed towards Chen Yufeng, jumped on Chen Yufeng's back, and followed Chen Yufeng to the sideline to celebrate.

Vardy, who came up from behind, also wanted to follow suit. He jumped up and landed on top of the two of them, but directly knocked down Chen Yufeng who was at the bottom.

Countless players rushed forward and started celebrating like stacks of Arhats.

However, there are still careful people among them. Kanter quickly pushed away everyone with a nervous look on his face and shouted: "Chen Yufeng is silent! Stop pressing him!"

Everyone woke up from a dream and quickly got out of the way.

Just after Mahrez turned Chen Yufeng over from the ground with some concern, worried eyes suddenly turned to Chen Yufeng.

At the focus of his sight, Chen Yufeng had a bit of a smirk on his face, and then he quickly got up as if nothing happened and rushed to the side of the court again.

"This brat...no, this old guy!!"

"How dare you trick us!"

Countless people complained again, threw down their hands helplessly, and rushed towards Chen Yufeng again.

They easily scored two goals in the first half, and they could say they sealed the victory.

In the stands, in the area where Chen Binghua was, there were countless fans holding beers in their hands. They wanted to pour the beer into the sky, but they were a little worried about Chen Binghua's clothes.

"Old Chen! Are your clothes okay? If we spill beer, you won't be angry, right?"

Someone asked aloud that they were afraid that this kind of celebration would make Lao Chen feel uncomfortable.

"Don't spill, don't spill."

Chen Binghua waved his hands quickly, showing a gesture of rejection, but he couldn't stop the smile on his face, and then he said something different: "Actually, it's okay, these are old clothes, just wash them with some beer."

When the fans heard this, they immediately pointed at Chen Binghua with a smirk. They all understood what Chen Binghua meant.

"Oooo……!"

As excited shouts rang out in the area, countless cups of beer were poured into the sky by Leicester City fans, forming a gorgeous sea of ​​foam.

"Chen Yufeng scored twice! 7th goal in the Champions League! Chen is almost in double figures!"

"Hahahaha! Explosive performance, this is a Golden Globe-level player for our small club!"

"are you happy?"

"Of course!" Chen Binghua was enveloped in this atmosphere, how could he not be happy? His face had long been smiling, and his head and shoulders were covered with beer foam, as if he had turned into a wine barrel.

In the chaos of this carnival, someone didn't know who brought a box of beer to Chen Binghua and placed it under his feet.

Chen Binghua looked at the fan and instantly understood what he meant. He followed his son's example and gave the man a thumbs up.

Then, it was Chen Binghua’s moment to fight back.

He brought the beer over with a smile, and poured one glass after another into the crowd of Leicester City fans, creating a new wave of chaos and fanaticism.

No one was angry, and no one had any hard feelings.

The clothes can be washed, and even if the material is good, people who can afford such clothes won't care about the money.

What could be more rare than the emotional climax of this moment?

If spending money can really buy happiness, then everyone is willing to pay for this happiness!

Many people even opened their mouths and caught the sprayed beer in the air, sharing the joy from Chen Yufeng's father with everyone.

At this moment, everyone seemed to be Leicester City players, running on the pitch to celebrate the goal with Chen Yufeng.

"Hat trick! Hat trick! Hat trick!"

Many people began to shout about the hat trick and began to expect Chen Yufeng to achieve this achievement.

Not far away, a Copenhagen fan saw this scene, and his face suddenly showed an embarrassed expression.

A Copenhagen fan was holding a beer in his hand, his face full of envy and jealousy, and he complained viciously: "Beer is for drinking, not for spilling!"

After that, he drank the beer in his hand in one gulp and burped.

Many people looked at his appearance and fiercely poured the beer in their hands into their mouths.

If they can't spill the beer, why can't they drink it? !

I'm furious!

…………

After finishing their celebration, the Leicester City players returned to their own half again, waiting for another kick-off.

"Beep!"

The referee blew his whistle, once again opening up the source of pain for the Copenhagen players.

Solbakken looked constipated on the side of the court and sat there uncomfortably.

Two minutes ago, the score was still zero to zero, and everyone had points.

Two minutes later, the score was zero to two, and it seemed difficult to equalize and take the lead. Who could he blame for this situation?

"It must be that Benzema has been in poor form recently and cannot provide effective support to Ronaldo, helping Ronaldo score more goals and ending the suspense on the scorer list."

The assistant coach on the side had a livid face, but he still made blunt jokes in an attempt to lighten the atmosphere, "That's why Chen Yufeng was so motivated to compete for the scorer's list and score goals like crazy."

"The reason is still Benzema's fault."

"Hahaha……"

The Nordic jokes are not funny at all, and the timing of the joke is wrong.

When Solbakken looked at the assistant coach, everyone could detect a hint of murderous intent.

"Is it funny?"

"No ah."

The atmosphere became immersed again and became a little awkward.

What is a cold joke? This is...

At this moment, everyone suddenly heard Ranieri shouting to the court, "Porto has scored! One to one! The situation is quite urgent!"

Only then did Solbakken realize that Ranieri seemed to have been reporting the situation in Porto to the Leicester City players on the court.

Is this what motivates the Leicester City players?

No, why are they the ones getting hurt?

It's already two to zero and the situation is still more urgent. Is it possible that Copenhagen has 9 points in real time and Leicester City has 4 points?

Solbakken's face suddenly turned uglier. He looked like a wanted criminal, but now he looked more like an international A-level criminal.

On the court, the Leicester City players heard Ranieri's shout and suddenly felt a sense of urgency in their bodies.

Many people glanced at the time on the scoreboard. It was now 43 minutes and 24 seconds, just over two minutes after the first goal.

In fact, most of the two minutes and more were used by them to celebrate goals instead of playing games.

The goal happened in a very short time.

Originally, this was something worth celebrating, but after hearing the goal from Porto, the expressions of the Leicester City players became fierce again, and they pressed on the Bruges players like crazy.

"Zanka! Zanka! Here we come! There is a ghost!!"

On the Copenhagen goal line, Olsen was immediately reminded when he saw that center back Zanka's position was somewhat dangerous.

He had already seen that Chen Yufeng had already rushed towards Zanka's position from the side, ready to complete the steal.

When Zanka heard Olsen's shouts, he suddenly became a little panicked. At this time, he actually reproduced Balotelli's famous scene of thinking about life and forgot how to pass the ball.

"Stab!" A nearly perfect tackle followed. Chen Yufeng's right foot hooked on the football and took the ball away from Zanka's feet.

There is absolutely no foul on this ball. Chen Yufeng's tackle was very clean. He even just brought his calf to Zanka.

This is the power of Maldini's sliding tackle!

This is not a commonly used skill, but at this moment, it is the most useful skill!

Often, when Chen Yufeng uses Maldini's sliding tackle, Leicester City can complete a steal in the frontcourt and launch a quick counterattack.

This time, there are some exceptions.

Leicester City did not launch a counterattack because... Vardy had already gone it alone.

The football shoveled away by Chen Yufeng rolled forward, was directly carried away by Vardy, and rushed into the penalty area.

Chen Yufeng quickly climbed up and followed. In order to show his support for Vardy, he first raised his hands and was ready to celebrate.

"Bang!!"

Vardy's push shot followed, everything seemed so easy and unrestrained, as if the goal was just ahead.

"Bang!" But Copenhagen goalkeeper Olsen's block after falling to the ground prevented the goal from happening. His right foot blocked the football and hit the ball behind him.

"Vardy! Give way!"

Vardy was about to hold his head and regret, but he heard a voice from behind and hurriedly moved away.

Chen Yufeng put down his raised hands, followed up and controlled the football.

At this time, Copenhagen goalkeeper Olsen was already lying on the ground and could no longer complete the save.

His very light push pushed the football into the blind spot of the goal.

"Whoa!" As the football touched the net, there was a crisp sound.

Chen Yufeng's eyes also quickly turned to the scoreboard on the sidelines, where he saw the 43 minutes and 46 seconds event on the timer.

This hat trick was scored by him in about two minutes!

Chen Yufeng realized that he had accomplished an extraordinary achievement, and instantly felt a little excitement rising in his chest. He spread out his hands and ran out.

This may be the fastest hat-trick record in the Champions League! !

Another record! !

Up to now, Chen Yufeng has smashed countless small records, but every time he reaches a new achievement, he feels excited.

This means that his name will be engraved in more places, making his career more brilliant, and he will have a transcendent historical status after retirement!

Pele, Gerd Muller, Maradona, Di Stefano, why are they remembered to this day.

Because they have set countless records and created countless histories.

Chen Yufeng never imagined that he would complete a hat trick so quickly in such an inconspicuous game.

But the preparations and strength improvements he made before have laid the foundation for today's moment. This is a scene that should have happened.

“Yeahhhhhhhhh…!!”

The excited shouts of Leicester City fans rang out again. Thousands of expedition members all stood up and clapped their hands wildly. Everyone was very excited.

Those who come here to watch football are definitely die-hard fans and they all know this sport very well.

They all understood what Chen Yufeng had just accomplished.

"Old Chen! This is definitely the fastest hat trick in the history of the Champions League! Believe me! It must be!"

"Your son only took two minutes! Two minutes! I feel that this is the fastest hat trick in all competitive events!"

"Last year, didn't Southampton's Mane complete the fastest hat-trick in history? How fast was that?"

"Let me check! It seems to be more than two minutes! If Chen Yufeng can surpass him, he will surpass everyone!"

Many people quickly searched for their mobile phones and made inquiries.

Others continued to clap their palms, giving Chen Yufeng some numb applause.

Three consecutive goals in such a short period of time left people speechless.

"2 minutes and 56 seconds! Chen Yufeng's hat trick is definitely faster than his! Chen Yufeng is definitely within 2 minutes and 40 seconds!"

Soon, someone checked out the results and started talking excitedly.

This news was quickly known to all Leicester City fans, and a new wave was ignited here again.

"Yeah...!" Some fans hugged Chen Binghua tightly, shook Chen Binghua's body, and shared the excitement with him.

Chen Binghua had been standing there for a long time, looking a little at a loss, smiling stupidly while scratching his head.

Fastest hat trick?

Is this person replaced by my son?

Even though Chen Yufeng has achieved so many achievements, he is still a little unbelievable to complete such a historical single record. "A hat trick is indeed exciting, but it is not necessarily the fastest."

"Let's take a look when we go back, investigate in detail and record it."

Chen Binghua said this, but his mind was actually completely filled with one word - fastest, fastest, fastest

Off the court, as Chen Yufeng and others finished sliding and kneeling at the Copenhagen Stadium again, Solbakken, who was sitting in the Copenhagen coach's seat, threw his water bottle directly into the court.

"No, why?!"

Some time ago, he felt that Leicester City was on the same front as him, and everyone's enemy was Porto.

How does he feel now that Porto has shouldered the responsibility for the mistakes they made?

"Throwing debris into the field will result in a yellow card warning. If this behavior occurs again, you will sit in the stands!" The referee ran over at this time and raised the topaz card next to Solbakken.

"No, suffer?!"

Solbakken turned his head helplessly, "Why?!"

He definitely didn't mean it, but everything that happened before him would definitely make him wear a mask of pain for a while.

Porto was scored, Copenhagen was hammered, Porto was scored, but Copenhagen was hammered!

What is the reason for this?

Solbakken held a grudge against Porto and punched the awning fiercely, almost attacking the assistant coach next to him indiscriminately.

(End of this chapter)