Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 311 Scored twice! This is my feedback to Chen Yufeng! (asking for monthly ticket)

"Have you ever seen Moyes say this about other players?"

In the director's room, several camera crews following Moyes were a little surprised to see that Moyes had always commented on Chen Yufeng in this way.

"No, I haven't seen it."

"Indeed not. When he talked about Kane before, his tone wasn't even half as strong as this, and he didn't express it in so many words."

"Yes, maybe Chen Yufeng is indeed a player of another level."

"We have to change our previous views. I believe that every day, every game, some people will change their views on Chen Yufeng. He has indeed entered another level."

"Come on... I hope he can win more honors. After all, his career will not be too long."

The people sitting here sighed a few words. They must usually watch football, have a clear understanding of world football, and have the identity of fans.

Therefore, it is indeed not surprising to make such a sigh.

At this time in the Stadium of Light, Moyes put the documentary aside and stood on the sidelines to direct the team's offense.

He seems to have seen the hope of scoring, which comes from the constant encouragement and support of the home team fans, allowing the players to still maintain full fighting spirit.

This is how important the home court is to the team.

Football is nothing without fans.

People place their hopes in life on football, put all their joys, sorrows, and joys on their favorite teams, and regard football as their belief.

Needless to say, the charm of this sport is why it is the number one sport in the world.

"Go in, go in, how can a goal happen if you don't go in! Be clearer when making the cross, and grab that spot instead of waiting!"

"Expand your width and tighten your formation when attacking. You are helping the opponent solve problems!"

"Pay attention to counterattacks! Use your bodies well, commit fouls, and fight!"

"..."

Moyes wandered back and forth on the sidelines, and the game time passed minute by minute, and in the blink of an eye it was more than seventy minutes.

From in front of Leicester City's bench, he saw Albrighton and Ulloa warming up. They seemed to be getting ready to appear.

Is this to replace Vardy and Chen Yufeng?

Moyes guessed this substitution adjustment, and it seems that Ranieri is already preparing for the Champions League five days later.

"I am a person who believes in science very much. I don't believe that there is any metaphysics in this world at all."

He started narrating again into the radio inside his clothes, "But I remembered something, and that is a joke that everyone calls 'Chen Yufeng Time'."

"People often say that whenever Chen Yufeng is about to be replaced, he will burst out with extraordinary potential, as if he had been saving his strength before and now he can finally vent his energy."

"Often, he will score a goal or assist during this period."

"Yeah, as you can imagine, I'm really starting to worry now that he's going to score another goal and that will take Leicester City away with three points at the Stadium of Light."

"I don't know why I think like this. I shouldn't be like this, but this nightmare-like fear can't go away from my heart."

Moyes very much did not want the newly built hopes to be dashed.

But that's how it is on the football field. Hopes are constantly being built and hopes are being broken. In every game, you can capture the different emotions of both sides and the different expectations being broken.

Just as he was thinking about it, Moyes saw Morgan's precise through ball, breaking Sunderland's midfield interception line and directly finding Chen Yufeng who came to the center.

"Tactics! Tactics! You know what to do!"

Moyes did not explicitly ask the players to foul, but he called tactics twice in a row. The players all knew what the suffix of this sentence was... a tactical foul.

In the midfield position, Sunderland's midfielder Endong and defender Cone moved out and came to Chen Yufeng's side.

The two of them stuck Chen Yufeng in the middle, one on the left and the other on the right, and their bodies hit Chen Yufeng's waist and back heavily.

The two also staggered the time to avoid the force of collision at the same time that would cause Chen Yufeng to maintain balance by mistake.

"Oh!"

Chen Yufeng didn't feel any fear, he passed the ball between the two of them, and then quickly started chasing the football.

When people are running, they often cannot exert their full strength due to difficulty in exerting force.

Sunderland's two defensive players had concluded that Chen Yufeng wanted to commit a foul, otherwise he would not have made such an action.

But at this moment, Endong, who was the first to come into contact with Chen Yufeng's body, suddenly felt his internal organs tremble violently, and the soles of his feet instantly lost their center of gravity.

"Bang!" A muffled sound sounded, and Endong's chest slid out against the turf.

At this moment, while being surprised, Endong also wanted to complain about why the turf caretakers sprinkled a lot of water today, making the ground so slippery.

If there was less water, he wouldn't be in such a mess.

"Bang!" There was another muffled sound, and Cone also fell to the ground.

He was miserable. He rolled to the ground and then hit the turf hard, and even turned over inertly.

Endong just looked at Konai's back. It wasn't until he saw Konai covering his waist with a painful expression that he felt a sigh in his heart.

Damn, what an explosive physical fitness is this? !

Can yellow people really train this kind of core strength?

This is unscientific...

"Oh!" Moyes on the sidelines couldn't help but sigh.

He stood there slightly anxiously and kept saying something, "I can't believe what I saw, and I think you guys can too."

"Is he a human after all? Even if it's the monster Drogba or the king Adriano, if he is hit by someone in the middle, he will at least stagger slightly, right?"

"In other words, at least it won't cause the defensive player who bumps into him to fall down, right?"

"Occasionally, due to different stress points and unstable center of gravity, you may fall. I can understand this."

"But what happens when they both fly out?!"

Moyes felt that his world view had collapsed again. He pretended to be calm, but he could not hide the trembling at the corner of his mouth.

He just watched and watched until he saw Chen Yufeng entering the penalty area unstoppably again.

"I don't know if this is metaphysics or what? He is going to score again. It seems that losing is inevitable. I don't believe he can't score this goal."

"It's always difficult to play against a team like this with a superstar, you can't predict when he's going to break out, once or twice."

While Moyes was talking, Chen Yufeng had already formed a one-handed situation.

The Sunderland defender Gilo who followed him couldn't keep up with him. He looked for physical confrontation several times, but Chen Yufeng easily resolved it.

"Oh!"

Chen Yufeng didn't use any special skills when he pushed out with one kick.

His mentality was very stable, but his opponent's young goalkeeper Pickford was particularly flustered. He fell to the ground in advance before he could even make a move.

"Ah!" Pickford could only yell in the end, hoping to use this method to shock Chen Yufeng's mentality and miss the ball.

"Bang!" But all he got in exchange was a calm push and a smile on Chen Yufeng's face.

"Young man, this method won't help you keep the goal."

Watching the football enter the net, Chen Yufeng said one last word to Pickford, and then rushed to the side of the court.

Stadium of Light?

In the light of the light, yes.

But what gave him the brightest feeling was the roar of the Leicester City fans and the thrill of seeing the ball touch the net. The 18th goal in the league!

The number of goals scored since the end of last season is almost over!

After scoring 14 goals in just 18 rounds, Chen Yufeng can pat his chest and say that he has officially launched his attack on the Premier League's Golden Boot!

He could even be bolder and formally declare war on the long-gone Premier League single-season scoring record!

On the edge of the court, Moyes lowered his head and took a deep breath.

"I knew it would be like this. Everything happened so fast that people couldn't react in time, but it felt like it should be like this."

"I can hear the Leicester fans shouting that they never get enough and never get enough goals."

"What can be done about this? He is like the protagonist of this world, like the brightest star. We, the dim companions, can only painfully accept failure again and again, and push everything aside. An injustice to God.”

"Perhaps, God is not unfair. It took more than ten years of wasted time to achieve today's dominance. This is a kind of personal feedback to Chen Yufeng."

"Okay, the game is almost over."

After Moyes said this, he walked to the coach's seat and sat down. He never stood on the sideline again or sighed.

Not long after, Chen Yufeng walked off the court to a burst of applause and sat on the bench with a dry towel, enjoying this rare free time.

Albrighton and Ulloa came on the stage, and they also brought the atmosphere to a climax again in the last minute of the game.

First, Albrighton's long shot created a threat and gave the team a chance for a corner kick.

Then, a corner kick was taken and was cleared by Sunderland defender Cone in the middle, and was controlled by Albrighton at two points.

Another long shot was blasted out. This time Pickford was not so lucky. The ball he saved fell back into the penalty area and unfortunately landed at Ulloa's feet.

"Oh!"

A volley was quickly blasted out, and the football penetrated the goal guarded by Pickford for the third time, making the net tremble violently.

Three to zero!

Leicester City won a complete victory!

"Pretty!"

Chen Yufeng and Vardy stood up on the bench and hugged each other in celebration.

They are always very happy to see their teammates perform like this.

"Beep! Beep! Beep--!"

Soon, the referee's three whistles sounded, and the game officially ended.

Ranieri and Moyes came to the sideline of the stadium, gave a brief fist bump, and walked side by side to the post-match press conference room.

Chen Yufeng celebrated with his teammates on the court for a while, and then was called by the staff to the work sign on the sidelines.

"You scored twice again. How are you feeling now?"

The reporters quickly turned their microphones to Chen Yufeng and excitedly started asking questions.

Chen Yufeng stood there and did not reply immediately. Instead, he looked around and asked, "Where is the award-winning guest?"

His words stunned the reporters present, but they came to their senses later.

Yes, where are the award presenters?

Isn't Chen Yufeng the best player in this game?

At this time, an FA official in a suit ran over and handed Chen Yufeng a small crystal trophy, which was the best souvenir of a single Premier League game.

"I was late and they lost the trophy, so I went to the warehouse to get another one."

The FA official smiled slightly, apologized, hugged Chen Yufeng, chatted for a few words and left.

This is awarded in every game, and Chen Yufeng has won many of them now.

Of the 14 Premier League games this season, he won the best of a single game in 6 of them.

"Is there room for these things at home?" a reporter asked with a smile.

"Of course, my dad kept my cabinet of honors well maintained."

Chen Yufeng shrugged and said with a smile: "I'm not worried about winning too many awards and having no place to put them."

"However, I still have to think in advance about how to manage this kind of best trophy in a single game in the future, because there will definitely be a lot of them, even more than three digits."

He also made a little joke at the end, which made many reporters laugh.

In Chen Yufeng's heart, this is actually not a joke, but something that can really be expected.

He has this confidence now.

"There are so many bests in a single game, but there is no best of the month this season. Are you frustrated about this?" The reporter asked again.

"Yes, I've always been worried about it."

Chen Yufeng showed a regretful expression, "I really can't understand why I was not the best player in the Premier League in September and October."

"Everyone knows what kind of performance I performed in those two months. That ugly cylinder should have been mine."

"Who knows? Maybe I once criticized the design of the Best of the Month trophy, which made them think that I don't like this award."

Chen Yufeng has indeed not won the Player of the Month award this season. Although he probably understands why the FA does this, he still feels that this kind of award should be more fair.

"How will you forgive the FA?" a reporter joked.

"Unless they let me win three monthly awards this season, I will not forgive them."

Chen Yufeng spread his hands and said this, and also took the joke in a pretentious manner, "In other words, the award depends on the data, don't add other factors."

"In this case, I might be able to get four, or five."

Although this is not a grand prize, it will actually be included in the player's statistics. Most football websites will record the number of times a player has won the best player of the month and regard it as a small trophy.

Chen Yufeng still values ​​this very much. I don’t know if he will stay in the Premier League next season. If he has to leave, he hopes that he can at least have the best trophy for five months.

In a sense, this also represents his dominance of this event.

"Having said this, what will be the ultimate goal of this season?" a reporter asked.

"Isn't the ultimate goal already obvious?"

Chen Yufeng smiled and said: "Winning the Golden Boot and trying to break the Premier League's single-season scoring record."

"I don't think I can't do it, so if you have any doubts, you can keep it to yourself. I know you want to make trouble for me."

At the end of the sentence, Chen Yufeng pointed at the reporters with a smile and warned them as if to criticize them not to talk any more.

"Okay, what about the latest goal? What will the latest goal be?" The reporters were obviously disappointed, but they still held back what they wanted to say.

They were all afraid of offending Chen Yufeng and losing the interview opportunity.

"This is the last question I answer."

Chen Yufeng felt that reporters lacked new ideas and had little patience. "Beat Porto and send them out of the Champions League."

"In Portugal, at the Estadio del Rey, I know it is a difficult thing, but you have to know that I have been waiting for a long time."

"that's it."

Chen Yufeng turned and left, with some firmness in his steps.

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ps: I don’t have a monthly ticket, so I’m begging for help.

(End of this chapter)