Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 31: Bo Pang breaks the defense (please follow up)
Picking up the document bag in his hand, Pochettino flipped through it, paying attention to the recent status of the Leicester City players.

This is actually a point that he is more curious about. When they faced Sunderland in the first round and played away to West Ham United in the second round, what did Leicester City rely on to win.

The overall value of this team is not high, and it was considered a favorite for relegation before the season. For some reason, it is now suddenly playing much better than Tottenham.

Looking down the data sheet, Pochettino quickly saw several familiar names.

Vardy, Mahrez, Drinkwater, Andy King…

These offensive guarantees that Leicester City was able to avoid relegation last season seem to be in excellent condition, and each has recorded statistics.

Including Hut Morgan in the defensive position, his performance is still acceptable, and his statistics in terms of steals, clearances, and successful aerial battles are very stable.

Looking further down the line, Pochettino sees two players who are stable and capable of coming off the bench.

Kanter, Chen Yu... Feng?

Chen Yufeng? !

Pochettino suddenly froze, and then wondered if he was really under pressure and his brain was a little unclear, and he was hallucinating.

But when he rubbed his eyes violently and frowned again, he found that they were still exactly the same.

That's the name, you can't go wrong!
Pochettino was dumbfounded.

Seeing this familiar yet very unfamiliar Chinese Pinyin again, he never thought it would be today, from the Leicester City lineup!

"Chen Yufeng? Is this the Chen Yufeng who was in our team before?"

He looked up at the assistant coach beside him, as if he was hoping for the last chance. The latter's expression told him everything.

This is the Belgian-Chinese, the fringe player who was purged from the team not long after he joined the team!

After swallowing, Pochettino continued to look at the list. His face didn't show much expression. At most, he frowned slightly, but his heart was already turned upside down.

"Facing Sunderland, I scored and assisted on my Premier League debut. Facing West Ham United, I came off the bench and contributed an assist, indirectly creating points."

He read out the assistant coach's statistics word for word, and suddenly his brain felt numb.

This……

How is this possible?
That older player who he never thought would be able to establish himself in the Premier League or even the Championship started playing with this kind of data at Leicester City?
Pochettino looked up again and looked at the assistant coach next to him, as if he wanted to find someone with whom he could exchange a few words at such a fragile time.

Even though he had experienced many ups and downs in the coaching industry, he was still confused for a moment.

Coupled with the recent events in the team, he wondered if God was joking with him.

"After the player regained his freedom, it wasn't long before he was signed by Vichai, the Thai owner of Leicester City. There has been no news since then."

The assistant coach looked at Pochettino's appearance and spoke out what he knew, "It wasn't until the first round against Sunderland that he suddenly appeared on the roster, and in the end he played well and performed well."

"According to some small-scale rumors from Leicester City, this player seems to be gradually establishing himself as the main player."

"No." Not long after Pochettino heard this, he couldn't help but frown and asked: "After I came, I also took about ten days of pre-season training, and you were there at the time."

"From our point of view, he has no ability at all. He is just a mediocre player who can embarrass himself in big responsibilities."

"Why now..."

Pochettino didn't say any more. The facts were right in front of him. It would be hypocritical to lament more now.

"I want to see his highlights of one goal and two assists."

He made a request, wanting to verify something that he knew was highly unlikely. Is it really possible for a bastard in football to mess with data in the Premier League?
The assistant coach nodded slightly and started searching on the computer nearby.

Soon, both of them sat in front of the computer and started watching.Pochettino couldn't help but twitch when he saw Chen Yufeng's first touch of the ball in his stunning debut, a lob shot from close to the center circle, scoring his first career goal.

Okay, it's just that the goalkeeper is positioned too far forward, and this kid also happens to have a long-distance pass skill that was hidden deep before!

When he saw Chen Yufeng's precise guidance pass to Vardy, and when Vardy volleyed into the net, Pochettino could still find some excuses.

It doesn't matter, it's just that Vardy's shooting skills are too good. Even if his pass is indeed accurate, the probability of scoring a goal with this kind of pass is not high!
In the second game, Chen Yufeng's cross ball accurately found the opponent's weak defensive position, and when he assisted the short Oka Kiroshi Shinji to score with a diving jump, Pochettino's inner defense gradually became unable to withstand it.

This kind of pass is rare. Many wingers only pass a few passes in a career. His success rate is absolutely average!
Immediately afterwards, Chen Yufeng sent another high-quality cross, forcing the West Ham United defender to pull down Vardy in the penalty area, creating a penalty kick opportunity for Vardy to kill the game.

"Bang!" Pochettino finally broke through. He smashed the table, stood up in confusion, and spoke angrily.

"Is Frankl a fool? He never told me that this player had a good cross!"

"This is obviously a player he signed a few years ago. After so many years and so many coaches, no one uses him. Are these coaches blind?"

"Think about it! If Harry Kane is in the middle as a fulcrum, Son Heung-min is on the left to cut inside and break through, and there is another player on the right who can stably deliver guided crosses, how efficient our offense will become!"

"This is the biggest reason why Frankel can't be a top sports director and can't compare with Steve Walsh. He's such a fool!"

"My eyes were also blinded. I actually sent this player away with just a few words from them without any detailed understanding!"

This is entirely Pochettino's personal output after being emotionally unstable, even if what he said is unreasonable.

But it is actually normal for this to happen.

After all, a player who is such an excellent passer and is a player that many teams want.

Even if he doesn't play the main role, it's still very good to go up and deliver artillery shells when needed, and the functionality is amazing.

And such a player was actually kicked out by him before the season!

"It's okay Mr. Pochettino. During pre-season training, we mostly conducted physical recovery training. It's normal that you didn't notice his characteristics."

The assistant coach comforted him, "Besides, the reason why his statistics were good at the beginning of the season is because most other teams don't know him yet."

"When he becomes known to everyone later, he will definitely not be as good as Tottenham players."

"Of course regrets are normal, but Mr. Pochettino should not forget that he is already 30 years old. Whether he can maintain his condition and produce such efficient data in the future... is difficult to say."

His comfort was obviously effective, at least it gave Pochettino some reasons to deceive himself.

If you are not understood, at the age of 30, all abilities should go downhill...

"Yes! You have a point."

Pochettino nodded, then put down the document bag in his hand, arranged his clothes, and walked towards the door while saying: "Calling all the players on the team."

"What's wrong?" The assistant coach was obviously confused. The training time had not yet arrived.

"Practice more to clear the siege!"

"If he hits our defense and makes an assist, where will I put my face?"

Pochettino left a few words and continued walking towards the door.

The assistant coach behind him thought for a moment, then nodded, it makes sense...

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