Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 333 Tragedy strikes, Koeman faints (please vote for me)

"Yeah——!!!"

The traveling Leicester City fans shouted loudly, this was the goal they had been waiting for for a long time.

Thousands of people stood up from their seats, cast excited glances at Chen Yufeng's position, and clapped their hands incessantly, as if they wanted to express their feelings in this way.

Everton showed no fighting ability at all!

This goal completely shattered their thoughts of defending to death!

Chen Yufeng is a well-deserved bottle opener!

It can be said that it takes them another big step towards the fourth round of the FA Cup!

In this cup competition format, every step forward is very important. This is a real big step closer to the championship.

Therefore, under such an exciting and exciting schedule as the cup competition, who doesn't want to have Chen Yufeng in his team?

He's a guy who can do a lot to help any team.

At this time, there was only a lot of noise in the Everton fan area where they were playing at home.

They were still expressing their dissatisfaction with coach Koeman. Looking back, Chen Yufeng blasted their goal with a goal and was rushing to the sideline with his hands spread to celebrate.

This damn thing really adds fuel to the fire...

"Koeman! Fakeyou! Fakeyou Koeman!"

"Let's explain how you want to finish this game!"

"You're a disgrace to me!"

"There has never been a clear instruction on whether to release or kick. I still don't know what we are playing today."

"If you want to let go, then Lukaku, Mori, and Ashley Williams should rest! If you want to play well, then you shouldn't let the bus go!"

"Quickly change the players. Why don't you change the formation now? Do you really not want to win?"

"Koeman! Why hasn't anyone warmed up yet?!"

"..."

Fans will not understand a head coach in most cases, but today's situation is indeed excusable.

Maybe if Koeman asks himself, he won't be able to figure out the reason.

Forget about the fans.

They are all season ticket holders or have paid money to come in. If you feed them shit, why should they laugh and eat it?

In an instant, the tide of abuse seemed to swallow up Koeman completely. This was already the second loss he had suffered with Leicester City.

As a world-renowned coach, there are not many times when he can suffer such abuse from his own fans.

Koeman turned around hesitantly and glanced at the bench, as if he wanted to make some substitution adjustments.

But then, thinking of something, he quickly shook his head and focused his attention on the court again.

No no no.

I was almost shaken... Substitutions and adjustments must not be made at this time, otherwise Leicester City's second goal will soon follow.

"80 minutes, don't be anxious, continue to maintain your front, we will come back in 80 minutes to catch them off guard!"

Koeman issued tactical instructions on the court. He spoke in Dutch, and only a few players could understand it. Therefore, he also made the eight sign so that other players could understand it through a combination of tone and gestures.

This is an important tactical instruction, and it cannot be easily known to Leicester City.

After giving these instructions, Koeman tensed up his nerves, gritted his teeth, and continued to stand on the edge of the court and read on.

He hopes the fans will stop saying anything about him and Leicester City will stop scoring goals...

"Beep!"

The referee then blew the whistle for the restart of the game, and the second half continued with Everton once again sending out a mid-circle ball.

As before, they had no intention of controlling the ball. After a few symbolic passes, they actively or semi-actively handed the ball to Leicester City and launched a low defense.

The players are waiting for Mr. Koeman in the 80th minute, and they also very much hope that Mr. Koeman can keep his word and make useful substitution adjustments.

Otherwise, they would suffer a whole game in vain and the result would not be much better than the last game. They would lose their mentality.

"Up, up, up, take advantage of the victory and pursue it!" Chen Yufeng waved his hand, signaling for the Leicester City players to press forward significantly.

"Take advantage of the situation!" Shinji Okazaki also learned a Chinese idiom and shouted with a smile.

The two took the lead, and first came to the hinterland of Everton to launch an attack.

Although this wave of attacks did not produce any substantial results, it also boosted Leicester City's overall momentum. Coupled with the encouragement brought by Chen Yufeng's just-goal, everyone in Leicester City was eager to follow. He performed at a super level during a period of time.

It seems that even the 532, 541, and even 55 defensive formations are somewhat unable to withstand the trend and are slowly becoming shaky.

In the 67th minute of the game, Vardy received a pass from Drinkwater and formed a semi-single opportunity. He pushed and shot just three meters away from Everton goalkeeper Hoel.

"Bang!" Hoel blocked the football with his foot and hit the ball back into the penalty area.

Chen Yufeng arrived shortly after and aimed at the far corner and kicked out with the instep.

This ball seemed to pursue the angle too much and did not hit the goal immediately, but it also hit the goal post.

"Crack!" The sound of the iron sounded again. When the football bounced into the penalty area, people found that all six Leicester City players rushed towards the landing point.

Of course, the final end will only take one person.

"Bang!" Kante showed off the volley that he has been practicing for a long time. He seems to have always wanted to have this ability. I wonder if it was influenced by Chen Yufeng.

Fortunately, the quality of his shots is high enough.

The football bounced off the ground and into the net.

After Hoel made his first save, he had not yet gotten up and could only watch the ball bypass the blocking defender's legs and get into the net. "Yeah——!!!" The shouts rang out again, and Kanter waved his arms and ran to the sidelines.

"This kid!" Chen Yufeng smiled and chased after him.

This is to count him as an assist. He was the last person to touch the ball before Kanter shot.

I have to admit that there is some confusion in this assist.

But it must be admitted that Chen Yufeng should have scored the goal as soon as possible instead of leaving it in suspense.

But no matter what, the ball finally went in, which is worth celebrating!

"Two to zero! The iron tree is blooming!"

Xu Yang sat in the studio and sent out his commentary with a smile: "The 68th minute of the game! Leicester City has expanded its lead. Will this be the goal that kills the suspense of the game?"

"We can see through the camera that Koeman's expression is not right. He seems to be hiding something."

"Let me tell you, even if you don't want to win anymore and just want to train, you have to follow through."

"When training troops, it's best to take into consideration the on-the-spot situation in such a scenario. You should try whoever you should replace and whoever it works for!"

"Otherwise, what's the effect of practicing? You play low defense, but you don't know how to play when you're behind?"

Xu Yang looked at the time again and added: "The remaining time is only about twenty-five minutes. No matter who comes up, it will not affect the subsequent state, unless there are very few unforeseen circumstances such as injuries."

“So, it’s better to make adjustments as early as possible.”

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"Beep!"

As the game resumed, the boos from the Everton fans on the sidelines became even louder.

Their curses seemed to form waves of sound, slamming Koeman to the sidelines.

The fans at Goodison Park were not far from the stadium, and Koeman could clearly hear what they said.

This also includes some ugly and insulting words.

Koeman endured it again and again. The depression of losing the ball and the irritability finally affected his demeanor.

He turned directly and walked towards the fan area, shouting as he walked, "Do I have a plan? Do I understand football or do you understand football? Can you listen to the head coach?"

"If you want to be a head coach so much, then the coach will be given to you and you can do it!"

"Defend! Defend! Is it difficult to wait for 80 minutes?!"

"It is very simple to become a football coach in the UK. Level 1 is an exam that any enthusiast can take, and level 2 does not have too strict restrictions."

"When you get your level 2 certificate, if you still need it, come to me. I will personally write a letter to encourage you to study UEFA B, UEFA A, and if you are lucky, you may even study UEFA Pro. Okay. ?!"

"Go become a coach and then coach the team! Then look at yourself and see how disgusting today's behavior is!"

Koeman went straight into rant mode. The louder the fans' curses became, the uglier his words became. "I'll say it again for the last time. If you still can't understand my intention, please go to the pediatrician to register!"

"Everything will change by the 80th minute, and we will have measures to deal with it! Don't convey nervous negative emotions to the players!"

"Fuck off!! Shut your mouth!"

After saying this, the angry Koeman was about to turn around, but suddenly found that the curses had suddenly become quieter.

He originally thought that what he said worked, but when he looked up, he found that it was not the case.

Every fan looked at the court with bright eyes, as if something was happening there.

Koeman quickly looked back and saw Chen Yufeng on the wing who seemed to have just completed a breakthrough and was observing the center.

"Bang!" A cross was then sent, and the football went directly towards Klose's head.

This routine that Leicester City has often used this season finally worked again after countless attempts today.

And everyone should understand what price the opponent will pay once such a connection is made.

"Bang!" Klose's header barely gave the goalkeeper any chance, and it hit the top of the net in an instant.

The ball is scored again!

After Chen Yufeng opened the bottle for Leicester City, they played a very galactic offense in a short period of time, directly killing the suspense of the game.

Three to zero!

Leicester City completely sealed the victory!

"Oh...! We have to wait until 80 minutes to get ready!"

Before Koeman could go far, the fans in the stands became angry and angry.

"Yes, we can not concede a goal in the first 80 minutes, or only concede one goal, and we can just fight back after that!"

"Yes, Mr. Koeman is always a very confident person and he has full trust in our players."

"Suffer? How come it's zero to three?"

"Defend! Defend! Wait until 80 minutes!"

"What the hell, you damn old man!"

Hearing the sound behind his ears, Koeman suddenly felt a sense of dizziness. His eyes were fixed on Klose's figure rushing towards Chen Yufeng, but he felt more and more blurred until his eyes were completely black.

"Plop!" Koeman fell to the ground, the game was temporarily suspended, and the entire Everton coaching bench fell into chaos.

The team doctor quickly rushed over with his suitcase, and several players and assistant coaches also ran over, raising his head and frowning in worry.

The old handsome man is already old and cannot withstand too much trouble.

Even Everton fans feel a little guilty now...

(End of this chapter)