Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 317 Five sons passed the exam! Keep these beautiful memories and moments forever! (asking for monthly ticket)

In front of the Porto coaching bench.

Compared to Leicester City's third goal, this place undoubtedly seemed more dead and silent, and a strange atmosphere enveloped it.

In the stands behind them, countless Porto fans shook their hands angrily and complained.

"Four goals! What on earth are you hitting!"

"Are the players really not in a hurry? I feel like our defense is really like paper!"

"Ah... I really don't want to read any more. Nuno, do you really have no other solution?!"

"Where's the plan?"

"What are the players doing? I really don't want to watch anymore being ravaged by Leicester City!"

"Is this really our home stadium? Is this really the Dragon Stadium? Our opponent is Real Madrid? Is it Barcelona? Is it Bayern Munich? Even if we face them, we can't suffer such a defeat!"

"I need an explanation, how can the team qualify from the Champions League? The good situation is fleeting, and we have completely become the team in despair!"

A Porto assistant coach glanced back and could see that the faces of every fan were indeed filled with despair.

Panic, anger, confusion, dissatisfaction, disbelief.

Various emotions filled the stands. This is the most realistic portrayal of Porto fans at this time.

What’s even more terrifying is that many people haven’t really reacted yet…

They have been completely confused, and the clear logic in their minds has been turned into a mess. They still complain, but they may forget what they said later.

Conceding so many goals in such a short period of time, it is definitely impossible to say that they are not confused.

A bigger storm will come after the game.

"Mr. Nuno, do something."

Several assistant coaches leaned on their seats in pain. Fortunately, the chairs on the bench had high backrests, otherwise they wouldn't even have a place to lean on.

If they had to find a sentence to describe their current feeling, it would be that they took off their clothes and pants and appeared naked in front of the fans of both sides. They were weak and a little helpless.

They may even be wearing socks when they are naked because they feel a strong sense of shame.

"I do not know."

Nuno also collapsed and turned around and sat on the coach's seat instead of standing.

He shook his head several times, forcing himself to calm down and think of a solution quickly.

But no matter how fast his brain continued to spin, all it achieved was to clear out all other thoughts and make his mind go blank.

As for the solution?

He really didn't have the time to think about it.

"Sorry, sorry."

Nuno's lips began to tremble continuously, and his whole body kept saying strange words, "I shouldn't, at least shouldn't..."

"Yes, it must be my fault, my players are not of this level!"

"No, actually I didn't expect that..."

He felt like he was going crazy. This strong Portuguese tough guy really felt like he was about to cry at this moment, "Let's finish this half first!"

"Let's go back to the locker room and deal with it! I really have no way to think about it now!"

As the head coach of a professional club and the captain of a giant ship, Nuno's gesture has a huge impact on others.

If he gives up, no one will persist.

Everything happened so fast that people lost their fighting spirit before they even reacted.

This is definitely a game with great potential. The response and public opinion after the game will really put them on the stove.

Perhaps they should be thankful that football matches last for ninety minutes, so at least they still have more than an hour to sit on the sidelines and rest.

If he goes home now, his home address and mobile phone number will be destroyed by fans.

Porto fans will never let any of them go.

"Ugh……"

Lamentations sounded from here, and many people leaned on their chairs, actually 'enjoying' this last moment of leisure.

Is this a waste of time?

Maybe not, but at least the fighting spirit is gone.

…………

"Beep!"

When the game kicked off again, Porto's players were silent.

They lost the idea of ​​quarreling, lost the idea of ​​blaming their teammates for losing the blame, and just passed and moved numbly, playing step by step what had become damn football in their eyes at this moment.

This is the sport they have loved since childhood and the sport they have devoted their entire youth to.

Originally, they were supposed to be passionate, enthusiastic, and excited.

But now, only Numbness appears here.

All the players just want to leave the field quickly and escape from the home court.

The way the game turned out has nothing to do with anyone!

Even though the fans may spit at Nuno more after the game, they can't run away!

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of the ball being touched one after another sounded a little more helpless and a little more helpless.

This is no longer about competing for glory and putting on a show for the fans, it's all about grueling work.

A strange atmosphere fills everyone's heart, and this will be a lingering nightmare in their lives.

The Leicester City players on the other side are different.

Every Leicester City player's face is full of fighting spirit at this time, they are united in defending and waiting for the next opportunity to come!

They would not have any sympathy for this disgusting opponent.

How can there be any sympathy in the football world?

Notre Dame should participate in other projects and stay on the football field, so there is no pity, especially on the field.

Seeing the absent-minded expressions of the Porto people, every Leicester City player felt a little happy!

This is what they hope to achieve!

"Keep coming! Rush!"

Vardy has always had a bad feeling, and his temperament is also vividly displayed at this moment.

The Leicester City players, led by him, once again launched an almost crazy press, seemingly unwilling to give up until their goal was achieved.

"Aren't you ready to stop?"

In the CCTV commentary seat, Zhu Xiaoyu felt something was wrong the more he watched, "Are you still trying to attack? Are you not planning to give up?"

"The Leicester City players are still very vindictive. They want to beat Porto to death. Let's see if the big score everyone is looking forward to will happen."

"Also, how many goals can Chen Yufeng score in this game."

"If they can form effective steals and counterattacks again in a short period of time, then Chen Yufeng will really go for Lewandowski's record."

Having said this, Zhu Xiaoyu's mood still rose, "We all know that in the sixth round of the Bundesliga last year, Polish striker Lewandowski performed a miracle."

"That's 9 goals scored in 5 minutes. This is also called the th Supreme by us Chinese fans!" "Today we will see if Chen Yufeng has a chance to beat his enemies and catch a record at the same time. "

It seemed that some words expressing concern floated through the barrage. Zhu Xiaoyu then changed the subject and began to explain a point to the fans.

"That situation will not happen. We saw that the guardrails on the sidelines are very high and there are steel structures blocking them below. They cannot rush in, so there is no need to worry about large-scale conflicts."

"As for conflicts that may occur on the court, that is possible."

"But I think as long as he is a person and has a sense of shame, he will not take the initiative to provoke conflicts again."

"There may be conflicts at 2-0, and there will be conflicts at 3-0, but at 5-0 or 6-0 there are very few. Even if some players have some bad intentions before the game, they are clamoring about how to teach their opponents a lesson."

"But on the field, once they are stunned, they can take care of their legs and finish the game well."

Just as he was talking, Zhu Xiaoyu saw another sudden change on the court.

Morgan tackled Jota's dribbling in the backcourt, and then passed the ball to Ashraf on the wing.

Ashraf found midfielder Kante, who in turn passed the ball to Vardy who returned the ball.

"Oh!"

Before the opponent committed a tactical foul, Vardy moved the ball to Mahrez's side, which was the weak side of the defense.

Although he paid the price of being tackled, at least the ball was passed, and he can look forward to another effective attack by the team.

"The situation opened up and Mahrez faced Maxi Pereira, another Pereira."

"Will this attack create opportunities? Porto's midfield and backfield are still very empty, and they have to press forward. The disjointed situation has been going on for a while."

Zhu Xiaoyu continued to explain, and when he said this, Mahrez just completed a beautiful escape.

"This is a Cruyff turn! Beautifully done! Now he should be crossing!"

Glancing towards the middle, Zhu Xiaoyu couldn't help but stood up from his seat after seeing Chen Yufeng in the middle. "Chen Yufeng and Klose are outflanking them in the middle. Can this ball find them?"

"Is that really possible?"

"A cross!"

Mahrez sent the cross deliberately with more force in order to find Chen Yufeng in the back position.

At this time, if given the choice, anyone would choose to help Chen Yufeng fulfill his wish to pass the exam.

And this will be another 95-year-old feat!

"The football is at the back! Chen Yufeng! Marcano can't beat him!"

"This is to prepare for a foul! Marcano does not have the spirit of adult beauty. He just wants to block the opponent's attack! This is very normal!"

"Pull! Hug and throw!"

"Chen Yu is as immovable as a mountain!"

Zhu Xiaoyu completely left the commentary seat and looked down the field. He saw Chen Yufeng's right foot hitting the football. Marcano behind him did not stop the shot even though he tried every means.

"Oh!"

"Hit the door with one kick!!"

"The ball is in! The ball is in!"

"Very beautiful!!"

"This is indeed beyond the realm of the unthinkable! This is simply unbelievable!! Really unbelievable!!"

"Even the previous four goals, each one aroused my emotions and made me look forward to whether he will really hit the 95th Supreme!"

“But I still can’t contain my excitement at the moment!”

"This ball really made me feel suffocated. Sorry, I can't say too much. I can only use an Internet meme to describe my mood at the moment."

"Where is the quick-acting Jiuxin Pill?"

After saying this, Zhu Xiaoyu stopped talking in the commentary box. He turned his gaze to the court, enjoying Chen Yufeng's celebration and listening to the shouts of Leicester City fans.

As if he remembered something, he turned his eyes to the commentary booths of other countries beside him. The one closest to him was Brazil. It was easy to see that he was dragging his voice and shouting: "goooooaaaaaallll...!"

Looking further back, it was in Spanish, which Zhu Xiaoyu couldn't understand, but further back in English, he could distinguish the general mouth shape.

There are not many words to express shock in English. The English commentator at this moment can only cover his head and keep repeating: "Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful...!"

After that, he also has some words like 'unbelievable', which are easy to distinguish.

After seeing this, Zhu Xiaoyu nodded with satisfaction, feeling that part of his inner emotions had been satisfied, and looked at the court with pride.

Football is like this. A wonderful goal is enough to impact everyone's mind. This has nothing to do with nationality, language, or country.

You can clearly feel the excitement and carnival brought by this shocking moment from the expression in each language.

"Yeahhhhhh...!!"

Off the field, as the football touched the net, Leicester City fans stood up again without hesitation. They were all going crazy.

Scored 9 goals in 5 minutes!

Replicate the miracle!

Although there is no suitable idiom like "Nine Five Supreme" in their dictionary, the feeling of watching the goal highlights at the game still makes them feel comfortable and crazy!

Everyone understands what kind of miracle Chen Yufeng has accomplished!

“This is great! This trip to Portugal is so worth it!”

"I feel lucky that I am a member of the fans organization! If I were not a die-hard fan organization, I wouldn't be able to follow the big team to watch away games! I wouldn't be able to see this scene live!"

"This is the only one in the entire history of Leicester City! It is also a scene that will always be remembered by everyone!"

"What does it represent? Does it represent the honeymoon period between us and this player? Does it represent how enjoyable the game Chen Yufeng helped us play?"

"No! This also means that Leicester City may welcome the first Golden Ball member in history!"

"On the eve of the Ballon d'Or selection, facing the archrival Porto! Chen Yufeng's five incredible goals are enough to give him greater hope of winning the award!"

"Yes, everything is such a coincidence, as if it was meant to happen!"

"This really looks like a goal highlight! I'm not watching a fake game, am I?!"

"It's cool! This is how you vent your anger, and this is how you behave! Whoever offends you, beat him to the point of no return!"

"..."

The fans shouted excitedly, and Chen Yufeng below also roared and rushed to the sidelines, kneeling again to end the moment.

Five sons passed the exam!

This is the first time in his career!

Chen Yufeng believed that this would not be the last time, but even he knew that there would not be many such opportunities.

Then keep this memory forever and engrav it in your mind forever.

After Chen Yufeng finished kneeling, he stood up with a smile, spread his hands, and made a celebratory gesture of dominating the world.

He closed his eyes and used only his ears and skin to feel the heat and atmosphere of the scene.

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