Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 305: Out on the street, Chen Yufeng played a senior game with a - or -year-old man? (pure daily life)

On November 11, Chen Yufeng came to London accompanied by Mahrez and Odegaard.

After the last game, he received the news of the charity match invitation, and he readily agreed.

This kind of game is a public welfare exhibition game. It is not very intense. You can just run for 20 or 30 minutes to warm up, and you will basically be replaced.

The main thing is to attend some events, conduct some fan meetings, sign autographs, and take photos.

Walking around London with teammates during the break is also a good pastime.

"Has the lineup for the charity match come out? Who will be there?"

Mahrez was a little curious and a little sad, "Why only invite you and not us?"

"Maybe the captain has more influence. He is a strong contender for the Golden Globe Award." Odegaard followed, flattering Chen Yufeng.

"If you can't speak, little kid, don't speak. I'm also a popular candidate for this year's Golden Globe Award." Mahrez said with some disapproval.

"Does your popular candidate compare with the captain's popularity?" Odegaard said sarcastically.

Mahrez: "..."

Well, there's really no comparison.

They all sound popular, but anyone with a discerning eye knows that it is impossible for him to win the prize, while Chen Yufeng is at least 50% certain.

Everyone walked around London for a while and entered a Dior store to buy some clothes.

Along the way, people kept walking by. After occupying a reasonable position, they picked up their phones and took selfies.

Let yourself appear in the main angle of the camera, and let the three figures behind you.

Some were embarrassed to come up and talk to the three stars, while others did not want to disturb the players' daily lives during the break.

Anyway, it’s just to commemorate meeting these three players. Just take a photo while they are walking by.

"I forgot to trim my beard when I came out today, which disappointed my fans. They could have seen a more handsome me."

Mahrez touched his beard, he deliberately wanted to appear mature.

"Wake up, I'm here to see the captain." Odegaard said again from the side.

"You little brat, why are you so disappointed?" Mahrez suddenly grabbed Odegaard's neck, and the latter immediately begged for mercy.

The three of them just continued to walk forward, sometimes touching this thing curiously, sometimes looking at that curiously, just like people who had just entered the city from the county town.

However, with their three faces there, and a plus sign in the middle, they have an annual income of close to 50 million euros. No one will think that they are bumpkins.

What is this called?

This is called Pingyi nearly people.

"There are people taking pictures over there." Odegaard pointed to the front with some funny thoughts.

Looking along his fingers, there were two girls with Asian faces, who seemed to be taking photos against the backdrop of a Christmas tree.

The three of them immediately walked over and stood behind the girl in pink clothes who was holding a bag and making a pose, making faces.

The girl in pink clothes didn't notice that the best friend who was taking pictures of her covered her mouth in shock, as if she had seen something shocking.

"what happened?"

The girl in pink spoke Japanese and her voice was very sweet. She seemed to be traveling to London.

"Behind you." Her best friend pointed carefully behind her, but Chen Yufeng and the other three had already left the place after posing for a group photo with funny faces.

The girl in pink turned her head and could only see three figures leaving.

She seemed to have guessed what the three of them had just done, and she covered her mouth a little shyly, "Did they take pictures with me?"

"Yes, do you know who they are?"

My best friend still looked shocked, "Shet, if you lived in the UK like me, you would know how rare the scene just now was."

"Who?"

The girl in pink clothes became interested, with a curious look in her eyes.

"Chen Yufeng, Mahrez, Odegaard."

My best friend noticed that they often watch football and accurately named the three of them, "These are all the hottest football superstars in the world today."

The girl in pink covered her mouth again and looked at the backs of the three of them, "I seem to have heard of Chen Yufeng. He is also very popular in Japan."

"That's the one wearing Puma." The best friend pointed at the backs of the three of them.

A local British man nearby saw this scene and shook his head and said: "What two lucky guys."

"The combined worth of those three people is definitely over 100 million euros, even converted into pounds."

"Perhaps, after this season, Chen Yufeng's net worth will reach 100 million yuan, which is incredible for a person who is about to be thirty-two years old."

"Ah..." the girl in pink screamed, stomping her feet in place at a loss, "Did you film it?"

"Of course, the video I just recorded must have been captured. Didn't you say you would record the video and then edit it?"

"yes……"

There is no doubt that there are two more die-hard fans of Leicester City and Chen Yufeng in the world.

Although the two did not have the courage to go up and ask the three for their signatures and contact information, they will always remember this moment.

Looking at the backs of the three people fighting, something emerged in their hearts.

How many goals must have been scored with those legs...

How many times have your ears enjoyed the cheers of fans, and how many important stars have your bodies touched?

"I also want to be hit on the back by Yu Feng..." The girl in pink lowered her head and said a lewd word.

The best friend next to me didn’t tease her, but nodded, “Who wouldn’t want to? It’s a pity that only Taylor Swift may be able to enjoy this treatment.”

…………

At 1:30 in the afternoon, Mahrez and Odegaard accompanied Chen Yufeng outside Wembley Stadium.

Since it is a charity game, the support from the fans is also very strong. While donating money, you can also watch a legendary exhibition game. What's wrong with this?

Wembley Stadium is not always open. Tickets are usually too hard to get. It’s either the final or the national team game. It’s impossible to get in.

At this time, it’s good to come and experience this historic golf course.

Not to mention, those who donate the most money today will also have the opportunity to sign autographs, take photos, and have dinner with many legendary players.

Therefore, the stadium was packed very early, and everyone was waiting for the players to enter.

In the players' tunnel, Chen Yufeng and Odegaard Mahrez walked side by side towards the front. They were very familiar with this place.

Two games at Wembley helped them win two trophies.

All the memories here are beautiful. "Who is hosting this competition? Why does it feel like everything is child's play?"

Mahrez walked for a while and said with some dissatisfaction: "Don't you think Yufeng? Why didn't anyone come out to pick us up?"

"I know I just need to go to the visiting team's locker room. I don't know much about anything else."

Chen Yufeng really didn't know anything about it, and he didn't even observe his teammates today.

There was too little free time during the competition period. Once he had free time, he wanted to leave everything at work behind and have a good rest and relax.

It was just an exhibition match anyway, so he didn't need to prepare anything.

"Okay, let's go to the VIP room first."

Mahrez and Odegaard accompanied Chen Yufeng to the door of the locker room, then walked towards another fork to the viewing area.

Chen Yufeng nodded and went to the visiting team's locker room.

After taking two steps, he gradually felt that something was wrong, because he remembered the reporter who first told him the news, with a bad smile on his face.

"If I had known earlier, I would have understood it better. Let's play first."

Chen Yufeng murmured, and before walking into the locker room, he saw a reporter waving to him next to him.

He walked over and stood next to the reporter.

"Mr. Yufeng, what is it like to play with these retired legendary players?" The reporter put the microphone to Chen Yufeng's mouth.

"Pass star?"

Chen Yufeng was stunned for a moment, and soon understood everything and thought about some things clearly.

This emotional game is not a charity game for active players at all, but for retired players?

What does inviting him mean?

Do you think he is quite suitable for his age?

Chen Yufeng felt insulted.

"Yes, it's a pleasure to play with them and I enjoyed today's exhibition match."

Chen Yufeng answered with a smile, pretending to have known for a long time.

"Do you feel uncomfortable? Playing with a group of players who have retired for a long time, because we all know that you are the only active guest today." The reporter continued to ask.

"No, this is a charity match in itself, and it is also a performance. We are doing a good thing together, so how can we feel uncomfortable."

Chen Yufeng showed a charming smile, as if forced out.

Not long after, he stood in front of the players' tunnel wearing clothes with the word 'Veteran' engraved on them.

Looking to both sides, he was surrounded by a group of old men with big bellies and about sixty years old.

He really didn't know many of them. By the time he was watching the game, these people might have retired.

"Ohhhhhhhh...!" Immediately afterwards, Chen Yufeng appeared amidst cheers.

He had a very strange feeling, and even thought that he should put on some beard and pretend to be older.

Otherwise, why would it be a little out of place?

To do charity, bear with it...

The game then started. The slow pace and boring atmosphere made Chen Yufeng want to find a crack in the ground to burrow into.

Whenever he gets the ball and prepares for an inertial breakthrough, he will think about whether this is a bit too bullying. Even if he passes by, it seems a bit ungrateful, so he can only pull the ball and pass it back.

He played hard.

"Hahahaha..." In the VIP stands, the laughter of Mahrez and Odegaard kept ringing.

They couldn't help but laugh when they saw Chen Yufeng, who has dominated the Premier League and Champions League and is ranked among the top three active players in terms of impact, playing here with these old men.

"Can the number 10 of the white team play football, keep passing back and pass back, and can't he break through?"

Mahrez was addicted to talking in the stands, "The passing is also weak. Are you afraid that your teammates will not catch the ball?"

"Please, trust your teammates, okay? Boldly send out your scimitar and let them dive to the top to score!"

"It's sent back again. Call me to rule his agent. He won't have to play in the Premier League team next season! Give him to me to run the team in the Bundesliga!"

"Yes, immediately, immediately! I want this player with no technical characteristics to leave this field!"

"Look what he has? He has nothing!"

"He doesn't deserve to play at Wembley! Wembley is a place to win titles, not a place to hang out!"

Mahrez today is undoubtedly the happiest day since he met Chen Yufeng.

He was like the coach and owner of this veteran team, expressing his dissatisfaction with Chen Yufeng's performance in the stands.

Odegaard was laughing and clapping beside him, cheering for Mahrez.

After one half, Chen Yufeng was replaced by a former English top league player named Conde, finally ending his painful and sin-filled forty-five minutes.

After the game, Chen Yufeng hurriedly fled the locker room without staying long.

Everyone is talking about things from long ago, wars, history, reforms, etc. In short, they are talking about their era.

Maybe when he gets old, he will sit in the locker room and chat with Mahrez and others, and talk about the past years.

But now, as an active player, he still can't fit into that circle.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, after completing the star meeting, Chen Yufeng came out of Wembley Stadium and rejoined Mahrez Odegaard.

"Hahahahahaha..." Mahrez and Odegaard pointed at Chen Yufeng, who looked constipated, and laughed.

The two of them walked around Chen Yufeng, sometimes looking at Chen Yufeng's arms, sometimes touching Chen Yufeng's cheeks.

"Let me see what the physical structure of our veteran players in England's top league is like. Are you tired after this game?"

Mahrez joked: "Do you need to find a massage parlor quickly? After all, your old arms and legs will be sore for a long time after playing a game."

"Tell me, you are sixty-seven years old, why are you hanging out with us, a group of people in our twenties? Shouldn't you go have a tryst with some old ladies? The plain kind."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Chen Yufeng endured it speechlessly for a while, then lifted Mahrez up and repaired it.

In such an atmosphere, the three of them got on the plane back to the East Midlands again and returned to Leicestershire.

After returning home, the news that Chen Yufeng went to Wembley Stadium to play a charity match with a 60- or 70-year-old man suddenly spread throughout the team.

All the players sent congratulatory messages to Chen Yufeng, expressed their concern, and told Chen Yufeng that if he was feeling sore, he must tell them.

Even Mr. Ranieri finally joined in and said with a smile: "Yufeng, the door of the team's physical therapy room is always open for you."

(End of this chapter)