Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 315 Solbakken’s long live blessing, Chen Yufeng’s super world wave (please vote for me)

"Press up! Press up! Keep our formation!"

As soon as the ball kicked off, head coach Nuno waved excitedly towards Leicester City's half, signaling the players to remember the tactics and rush to the front.

In fact, there is no need for him to say it. At this time, the Porto players knew very well what they should do.

The kick-off attack tactics at the beginning reappeared, with as many as six offensive players coming to Leicester City's half-court position.

"Oh!"

When their return pass came to the feet of goalkeeper Casillas, Saint-Cassie aimed a long pass over the head of Leicester City defender Maguire.

He wants to test the young defender's air defense ability. Before the game, Nuno said that Maguire was unstable and that this was a direction in which he could try to attack.

It's just that Casillas found an aspect that Maguire is good at...

This kind of test will most likely be invalid.

"Oh!"

In the aerial battle with opponent forward Brahimi, Maguire gave full play to his aerial advantage and swung the ball forward.

At this time, Porto was not panicked, because they did a good job in protecting the second penalty kick in the opening stage, and they believed that the team could regain the ball.

However, a figure wearing Leicester's away white appeared and quickly took the ball away from Andre Silva's feet.

After the kick-off, Porto was obviously not well prepared, and they seemed to have forgotten the rhythm of the confrontation.

"Boom..."

It was Ashraf who stole the ball. He glanced towards the frontcourt, and after seeing the large space in front of him, he chose to take it himself.

He was very fast, and the young man's advantage was fully utilized at this moment, and he almost crossed the center line in a few steps.

Porto's only defensive midfielder, Oliver Torres, quickly came to Achraf, and he kicked fiercely, as if he was bound to win.

"Oh!"

There was another muffled sound, and the two of them touched the football at the same time, making a tooth-itching sound of feet against each other.

From a fan's point of view, if the two people kick their feet together and make such a loud noise, the probability of injury to both parties is relatively high.

But because there is a football as a connecting point, injuries to the feet are relatively rare.

If both use their strength, they can offset each other's strength.

Whoever stops is the one who suffers!

This time the opponent ended up with Achraf winning, but Leicester City's attack was far from over.

It was such a slight breakthrough, but at this moment it really turned into a situation that was thousands of miles away.

After Oliver Torres lost his defensive position, Ashraf had a sunny avenue in front of him, and there was no opponent in the frontcourt.

The only three defenders had to mark Leicester City's three attackers at this moment.

Even, in his peripheral vision, Ashraf caught Mahrez running up from the left.

opportunity!

Perfect opportunity to fight back!

This is a five-on-three situation!

Even if Oliver Torres can chase back into the penalty area, it's still five on four!

An unsuccessful long pass attempt, an unsuccessful two-point contest, and an unsuccessful midfield interception!

Porto instantly put themselves in danger!

Nuno's face turned red instantly on the sidelines, his feet were nailed to the ground, and his whole body was about to go crazy. He opened his mouth several times to say something, but all that was left was his lips trembling.

"Oh!"

Ashraf quickly advanced to the edge of the penalty area and sent a through ball towards the left side of the penalty area.

He was very worried that he would make a mistake and thus waste this great opportunity.

Fortunately, the through ball he gave was just right, and Mahrez quickly stopped the ball comfortably.

"Move! Fill the position!!"

Porto's three defenders knew what responsibilities they shouldered and quickly shouted.

Their defensive formation immediately changed. Marcano, who was closest to Mahrez, went to mark Mahrez, Danilo behind him defended the inverted triangle, and Felipe alone marked the point in the middle, waiting for his teammates to catch up. .

This is the best option. They can only release the back point and pray that Mahrez's cross will not be so accurate, or that Marcano can successfully complete the block.

"Oh!"

Mahrez's pass was quickly delivered. The polo king played to the left and crossed with his dominant left foot, which has always been his specialty.

The pass quickly went to the back of the penalty area, where Chen Yufeng had been waiting for a long time.

"I'll do it!" Casillas abandoned the goal unwillingly, trying to intercept the ball in the middle.

He knew very well that even if he didn't come out and gave the ball to the unmarked Chen Yufeng, the latter would still be able to score.

He struggled to reach into the air, but still missed the distance by more than 20 centimeters.

"Bang!!"

From the back position, Chen Yufeng used an easy kick to put the ball firmly into the unguarded empty goal.

Two to zero!

His 11th goal in the Champions League came so easily!

This is a team goal, and the performance of teammates plays the most important role in the goal.

"Well done! Mahrez!"

Chen Yufeng understood this, so he immediately ran to the area where Mahrez and others were, laughing and joking: "It's true that I have passed many balls to you!"

"Yeahhhhhh...!" The shouts of Leicester City fans at the scene then rang out, adding a bit of joy to the celebration of Leicester City players.

"Two to zero! We can knock them out!"

Ashraf, who played an important role in the counterattack, excitedly jumped on Mahrez's back and waved wildly to the fans in the stands.

Maguire and others also rushed over from the backcourt and joined the wave of celebrations.

Everyone played a role as a terminator in this counterattack, and Chen Yufeng, who finally scored the goal, just upheld everyone's will.

Of course, this double score is genuine!

This may be what Moyes said in his personal documentary, that top forwards can score twenty or thirty goals under the system.

Chen Yufeng was not only able to score these twenty or thirty goals, but also scored an additional twenty or thirty more through his extraordinary performance.

"I think I'm the one who assists!" After Maguire came up, he wanted to imitate Achraf in jumping back, and his choice was Chen Yufeng.

Chen Yufeng hurriedly dodged. If he was hit, not to mention being smashed to pieces, he would definitely fall down heavily.

Under this carnival, the loneliness of the Porto players behind them became particularly obvious.

The defenders didn't talk too much. After picking the ball out of the goal, they kicked it towards the front court.

They didn't know what to say, no one complained, and no one encouraged them.

An ominous premonition enveloped everyone, and the atmosphere was eerily silent.

The same goes for Nuno on the sidelines. He could hear the crazy shouts of the Leicester City fans, but he could also clearly feel the deathly silence of the Porto fans behind him.

The goal difference advantage has been equalized. If Leicester City scores another goal, then Copenhagen will be the last to qualify.

How to do?

A wave of doubt once again enveloped Nuno's mind, and his brain began to work rapidly, considering various possible scenarios.

If the entire defense retreats, it seems safer, but both Klose and Chen Yufeng are capable of heading the ball, and it is easy to defend in the low position and give corner kicks.

Once there is a corner kick, Morgan and Maguire come up again, and air defense is a big difficulty.

As long as Leicester City seizes another opportunity to score one more goal, they will be out.

But if we continue to attack at this time...

do not care!

He has no choice!

"Don't worry, it's just two accidental goals! The advantage is ours! Keep rushing!"

Nuno clapped his hands towards the players again, hoping to awaken the players' fighting spirit again, "Come on! Keep pressing, the goal will definitely come!"

"Can they score two like this? Can they score four? Or even six? Impossible, relax kids!" "As long as we can score one goal, I believe you can get everything back." !”

"Set the target on a ball first! Come on!"

After saying these words, Nuno returned to the coach's seat, picked up the water bottle and took a drink of water.

"Mr. Nuno, the hidden dangers of defense are a bit big. Now I feel that our pre-match suggestions are right..." An assistant coach shook his head with pain.

Everyone felt a little uneasy in their hearts. After all, they were really one step away from being eliminated.

"Relax, if you can fight back, I have a plan."

Nuno gritted his teeth and said this, scolding these people in his heart for taking advantage of the situation. They were flattering him just now, but now they are betraying them.

"How many shots did we have?" He turned to look at the team's data analyst.

"7 shots, 3 shots on target."

"What about Leicester City?"

"3 shots, 2 shots on target."

After the last words fell, Nuno spread his hands towards the assistant coaches, "I told you a long time ago, the advantage is mine."

"Everything will come back. Putting aside these two goals, the hardness of Leicester City's midfield and backfield today is a piece of shit! Five shots on target can always convert a goal, right?"

"Our opportunity will come soon!"

After saying that, Nuno came to the sidelines with his arms crossed.

Sometimes, the first time a lie is told, it just lies to others.

But when it comes to the second or third time, even you may be deceived.

This is something that no one can avoid, and it is also why those speakers are so passionate and generous every time.

"Beep!"

The game then started, and Porto's players forced themselves to stabilize their mentality and continue to put pressure on Leicester City's defense.

However, the intensity of the pressure was visibly reduced, and their players did not dare to get too close for fear of being defeated by Leicester City's counterattack again.

The situation seems to be stable, but the game is still long, and some potential crises are lurking in the dark.

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At the same time, in the Copenhagen training base, in the team meeting room.

Since the broadcast and competition are still somewhat delayed, everyone here is sitting here with nervous expressions on their faces.

Head coach Solbakken even pinched his thigh muscles tightly, holding in his breath and not daring to go out.

It wasn't until he saw Chen Yufeng's last push that he hit the target steadily that he let out a sigh of relief, then stood up excitedly and yelled cathartically, "Oh oh...!"

"Yeahhh...!" The entire conference room suddenly burst into cheers. All Copenhagen players and staff seemed to have become Leicester City fans today.

They are even more excited than the Leicester City fans because this is a game that determines life and death.

As long as Leicester City can score another goal, they will definitely enter the final knockout round.

"Leicester city...!"

Solbakken took the lead and raised his hands and shouted Leicester City's slogan, and the players behind him quickly followed, "Long live!"

Every player waved their hands, and some even took off their clothes and shook them up in their hands.

If there was beer placed in front of the players, they would definitely be willing to open the bottle cap and have a good drink. For such a small club, entering the Champions League knockout round is as meaningful as Real Madrid reaching the Champions League final.

"It's so awesome. In 15 minutes, we were leading -, and Chen Yufeng scored twice!"

Solbakken was just about to sing a song on the spot. He smiled enthusiastically, turned around and said: "Messi, Ronaldo, or Chen Yufeng?"

This is a new topic that is gradually emerging in world football. Before this, this topic appeared more often-Messi or Ronaldo?

Now, Chen Yufeng’s name has also been added.

The Golden Globe Awards ceremony is just around the corner, and Chen Yufeng, the favorite to win, certainly has the qualifications.

Before he knew it, he had accomplished something truly remarkable.

And for the Copenhagen players sitting here now, no matter how they usually express their opinions, they will always say that name at this time, "Chen Yufeng!!"

A burst of laughter sounded here again, but the naive Zanka quickly stopped laughing, then his expression changed, and he slowly stood up from where he was, pointing his right hand at the screen.

"Kante intercepted the ball! Passed it to Achraf, and Achraf rushed up again! Leicester City got another good opportunity to counterattack."

"I don't know if that scene will happen, but I really have a feeling that Leicester City is not going to score again, right?"

"Porto's midfield line is too fragile. The three-person configuration cannot allocate defensive duties well, and the wings are always blocked."

On the TV screen, the voice of commentary continued to sound.

Because the commentary was relatively quiet, many people did not notice it immediately.

After seeing Zanka's weird movements, everyone turned their heads and focused their attention on the screen.

Everyone immediately stood up from where they were and opened their mouths.

They saw that Ashraf had handed the ball to Chen Yufeng, and Chen Yufeng had already cut inside to the center.

Is this goal going to be scored again?

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"Bang!!"

In Porto, Portugal, the Dragon Stadium looks extra bright at night. Countless spotlights shine on the green field, making each player's figure particularly dazzling.

They are like the brightest stars in the world, performing in the spotlight.

Unexpectedly, there was a dead silence in the venue at this moment. Porto's home fans looked livid. Many of them even forgot how to breathe and kept holding their breath.

Of course, they didn't notice this themselves.

When the broadcast camera captured the Leicester City fans area, countless figures stood up staggered. In just one second, everyone stood up from their seats.

A heavy muffled sound sounded, and Chen Yufeng completed his iconic inside shot.

A piece of grass flew up from his feet, and a football flew up at the same time.

The bowstring ushered in the final moment of ejection. An arrow popped out from in front of Chen Yufeng's feet, instantly rose into the air and headed towards the far corner of the goal.

Everything happened in a split second, making it difficult to react.

People can only see Casillas flying out, Chen Yufeng's movement of closing his feet after shooting, the expectant eyes of all Leicester City players, and the horrified expressions of Porto players.

"Whoa!" A sound of hitting the net was heard, and the football hit the dead center of the net, giving Casillas no chance to save.

The next thing people heard was the shouts of Leicester City fans, "Yeahhhhhh...!"

People also saw that Chen Yufeng spread his arms and rushed to the side of the pitch with an angry roar. The Leicester City players behind him made a small jump and exclaimed either "Shet" or "Fak". In one sentence, he rushed towards Chen Yufeng.

Next, the entire North Stand was boiling, with countless hands dancing wildly, and countless scarves and hats being thrown into the sky.

In the end, there were the Porto players who covered their heads and knelt on the ground, the Porto players who beat the ground angrily, and the Porto players who put their hands on their hips and lowered their heads in an international-standard low posture.

Everything on the court changed with this goal, although it was the third time in this game, although Leicester City fans had experienced it once before.

But when this new moment arrives, more excitement cannot be avoided.

The ball went in!

Three to zero!

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ps: The football emperor Beckenbauer has left. I pay silent tribute to the legend who will always live in my heart.

(End of this chapter)