Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 345: Hit the top honor Grand Slam! Malhad's photo frame (please vote for me)

"Two to two, tied!"

On the sidelines of the court, Ranieri stood up and applauded in celebration, high-fiving and hugging Steve Walsh beside him, "I knew we would be fine."

This is like a customary celebration.

"We will make it to the quarterfinals."

Steve Walsh raised his hands. Even though the score was not leading, he already felt that there was no suspense: "We will overcome every obstacle and let the club win the first FA Cup trophy in history!"

"We all want to win the top award in English football!"

"This is our last step away from the Grand Slam!"

What he said is indeed correct. Putting aside the lower-level leagues and other competitions under the Premier League, the top honors of British football are nothing more than the Premier League, FA Cup, League Cup, and Community Shield.

In these four major competitions, Leicester City was fortunate to win the Premier League and League Cup last season, and won the Community Shield at the beginning of this season.

It would be a real feat if we also get the FA Cup.

Because they will take the Grand Slam of British football in their hands in two years!

This is incredible for a grassroots team.

"Theoretically, we even have a chance to win the quadruple crown this season, but that's too difficult. Let's move forward and see."

Ranieri rarely said this. He is a very reserved person and will only express something when he is very emotional.

It seems that the team's tenacity radiating onto the court once again gave this veteran some confidence to win honors.

“It stands to reason that it’s a Triple Crown.”

Steve Walsh still liked Ranieri's abnormal scene. He smiled: "But if the Community Shield is also counted, it is indeed a four-time crown."

"But four crowns, how difficult is it?"

"You ask me, why don't you cut off one line and try your best to fight for the other three?"

This time it was his turn to suppress his emotions. The harmony between the two of them was more like a balance that could not be broken.

When one side wants to retreat, the other side has to become radical, and vice versa, one side rarely becomes radical for a while, but the other side quickly becomes a conservative.

"I'm just talking about the theoretical situation." Ranieri smiled and waved his hand to end the topic.

Of course he will consider what Walsh said in his mind, whether to make a decision in advance to cut off a line so that the team can focus more on it.

Many people have heard that if you want everything, you will have nothing.

But to cut off the schedule, what to cut off?

The FA Cup is impossible to win. After this, we are only three games away from the final championship. It would be sheer stupidity to quit now.

What about the Premier League and Champions League?

Both lines seem to have reasons why they cannot give up.

"It's really hard to make a choice..." Ranieri decided to put it aside for now and think about it carefully when he goes back after the game.

Maybe he can't make any decision to give up. Just like what Chen Yufeng said to inspire the players in the first half, he is sometimes very courageous, but sometimes he seems to have no opinion.

This is caused by character. As for the consequences, if it is really negative, Ranieri will definitely bear the responsibility.

But what if it's good?

…………

"The game has already passed 75 minutes, and there are still about 15 minutes left. This is the period when goals are most frequent, and it is also the best chance for both teams to win."

The commentator Xu Yang sat in the commentary seat and continued to broadcast the game for the audience in front of the TV: "In general, both sides played good football for about thirty-five minutes each, and they both achieved what they wanted. Tactical results.”

"Judging from this period of time, Leicester City, which scored two goals in succession to equalize the score, is obviously more powerful."

"As for Millwall, although they have the intention to win, they are obviously not strong enough. The only way ahead of them now may be a draw and a rematch."

"Of course, there are no absolutes on the football field. The passive side is not necessarily the losing side. They may also score a goal in an attack that seems to have little threat and win the game."

"..."

Football commentators need to be neutral, so Xu Yang needs to explain at the end.

If you look at the stadium at this time, you can see that Millwall has almost been defeated. They were severely suppressed by Leicester City in the half, and everyone in the team was exhausted trying to fill their seats.

If Chen Yufeng's physical fitness had declined significantly now, they would not be able to hold on any longer.

Not to mention counterattacking, being able to keep a goal and not concede a goal is a blessing.

"Can I still persist? I don't break through anymore. I just stand there and pass the ball, and occasionally go to the penalty area to grab points."

A few minutes later, when Ranieri replaced Klose, he also paid attention to Chen Yufeng, whose legs were already feeling lead-filled: "Klose is up, we need to pass the ball."

"no problem."

After some time passed, Chen Yufeng's physical fitness was not at its best, but it was still pretty much the same.

Now that Klose is here, he will naturally shoulder the responsibility and play for a while longer.

Maybe it was his cross that gave Leicester City the winner?

It would definitely be okay to run less and pass the ball.

"Beep!"

Klose replaced Shinse Okazaki, and Andy King also replaced Drinkwater. Leicester City made two substitutions to strengthen the offense.

This is not only reflected in Klose, but also in Andy King.

In terms of pure threat, Andy King is stronger than Drinkvot. His forward penetration and back cover awareness are much better than Drinkwater.

The reason why he plays less time is because Drinkwater is too comprehensive, has no weaknesses, and can basically complete all midfielder tasks.

This was also reflected later. After seeing Chen Yufeng's physical exhaustion, Andy Jin began to run more toward Chen Yufeng.

He often mobilizes Ashraf through the pass, and then drives diagonally towards Chen Yufeng's ribs on the same side, with the purpose of taking away a defensive player.

Coupled with Ashraf's assistance, Leicester City can often get three-on-three or three-on-four opportunities on Chen Yufeng's side.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

This means that Leicester City can constantly have crosses coming from here, and Chen Yufeng can easily get a good position every time.

The reason why he hasn't scored yet is that Klose is still adapting.

Once this aerial master adapts well, Millwall will definitely face disaster.

"Move! Move this way! Help them defend!"

"I'm coming!"

"Leave Mahrez alone! Figure out your defensive focus and don't put the cart before the horse! As long as the power is balanced locally, we will lose!"

"Come on, brothers, hold on!"

Millwall's players then reminded their teammates and moved the entire defensive focus to limit Chen Yufeng's cross.

This is a normal adjustment and everyone does it.

As for Mahrez?

Everyone knows there are hidden dangers, but what can they do?

There is a saying that says, at some important moments, don’t worry, because everything you worry about will become a reality.

You'd better plan everything ahead and don't think anything will happen to you by chance.

"Bang!" A sound of touching the ball sounded. Chen Yufeng's cross this time did not go to Klose in the middle. Instead, he increased his efforts and let the ball fly towards Mahrez.

There are too many people in front of him, and he simply cannot pass the ball to a closer and more threatening area. It is better to move in a wide range and create opportunities for Mahrez.

He believes Mahrez can stop the ball and launch a very threatening attack.

After doing all this, Chen Yufeng moved his tired legs and ran towards the opponent's goal while adjusting his breathing.

He's going to grab some.

From the left wing position, Mahrez's eyes were fixed on the football, and he finally judged the final landing point of the football one second before it fell.

His left foot was placed on the landing point in advance, and when the football came down, he stumbled backward to relieve the force.

"Boom...!"

Just as the opponent's full-back was pressing in place, he kicked the ball to the side as if he had expected it, and started to directly pass the full-back.

The passing space instantly becomes clear. This is the spark that precise wide-area transfers and a technically delicate wide player can create.

Looking towards the center, Mahrez hesitated for the first time, not knowing where to pass the ball.

The opponent's defensive position is not bad. The five defenders block the front, middle and back points. Teammates are required to fight for the half goal wherever the ball is passed.

"No matter..." Knowing that he was pressed for time, Mahrez made his decision afterwards.

Don't treat the ball as a precision-guided missile. He doesn't have the touch of Chen Yufeng's passing touch.

Just pass it as a threatening ball, with the speed and arc of the ball, making it difficult for the defensive players to handle.

"Oh!"

A kick was sent out, and the football quickly flew out with violent rotation, first bypassing the front point, and finally reaching the middle position.

Klose and the Millwall center back jumped together. Both of them struggled to reach the football, but once again they interfered with each other and both fell off the top.

Regrettably, Klose looked back, and a figure appeared in his heart, the figure that would appear behind him every time he fell off the top.

This time, he hopes that figure is still there and can help the team kill the game.

No one is not looking forward to the emergence of heroes. This only depends on your position and has nothing to do with your age.

"Bang!!"

Before turning around, Klose heard a sound of touching the ball. He turned to the right from the goal, not to the left.

Therefore, before he could see the person touching the ball, a speeding football appeared in his sight first.

"Whoa!" As soon as he reacted, the football hit the net.

Klose's eyes suddenly widened, and he turned around to see Chen Yufeng, who was waving his hands and rushing towards the side of the court.

"Yeah————!!" cheers rang out, and Klose really wanted to lie on the ground and close his eyes at this moment, enjoying this kind of killer story that happens every day in football.

But he couldn't do such a thing. There was an impulse in his bones that made him want to follow the figure No. 66 in white and rush out together to shout and celebrate.

"Oh...!!" Leicester City players rushed towards Chen Yufeng's position, and everyone waved their hands.

They ran past the goalkeeper who fell to the ground in embarrassment, the Millwall players who were lying on the ground in regret, and then passed the position where Chen Yufeng had just scored with his header.

At this moment, everyone wants to hug Chen Yufeng tightly in their arms and kiss him hard on the cheek!

"Three to two!"

"Very beautiful!!"

"In the 88th minute of the game, the goal came from No. 66! Leicester City changed the score to to ! This is a winning goal! Chen Yufeng's golden head won!"

"When Ranieri replaced Klose, I believe some fans imagined that Klose would win with his golden head, but no one thought that in the end, it would be Chen Yufeng who won with his golden head!"

"He has a header, everyone knows that!"

"However, due to the intensive schedule, Chen Yufeng seems to have been affected by some muscle fatigue recently. His playing time in the first two games was not much."

"When the game time passed the 85th minute and he had not yet come off the field, I believe many people knew that he might not even be able to pass the ball, let alone score a goal."

"But who would have thought that Chen Yufeng would score twice in this game!"

"CM connection! Here we go again!! This is also the second time in this game!"

The commentator Xu Yang emotionally finished his commentary, and then looked at the multi-angle broadcast screen with enjoyment. As a commentator, he has the conditions and authority to observe multiple cameras at the same time.

This can help him better capture the emotions of the players, better represent the players' current feelings, and have a better viewing experience.

There is no commentator who doesn’t love football. Work is about enjoying!

This is also the reason why many people explain why they continue to work with low wages and heavy workloads.

"Dr. Chen is awesome!"

"What else can we expect from him? Apart from breaking the scorer record in the Champions League, or winning the final championship in the Champions League and Premier League, I don't think I am surprised to see anything now!"

"Another point is to break Alan Shearer's record, this is also very important!"

"It's hard to imagine how many titles he will have on his head after this season!"

"I can't wait to see him kill everyone in the Champions League, and I can't wait to see him reach the peak of his glory at the end of the season!"

"Come on!!"

"The final kill is always the most exciting way to compete!"

"..."

Chinese fans also made a lot of comments and were happy for Chen Yufeng's goal.

It is conceivable that multiple platforms led by Qiqiudi will be flooded with news about Chen Yufeng after the game.

His influence now is so terrifying that almost everyone is paying attention to every move of this Chinese-American Golden Globe winner.

Off the pitch, Leicester City players quickly knocked Chen Yufeng down.

Something similar to this scene was the scene on the sidelines. Ranieri seemed particularly excited during this celebration, which gave some assistant coaches the illusion that the coach must be hoping someone would pounce on him now.

As a result, several assistant coaches and staff rushed forward and instantly knocked Ranieri to the ground, causing his glasses to fly far away.

"Where are my glasses? Where are my glasses?!"

Ranieri, who was lying on the ground, had a red face. Although he pretended to be angry and shouted loudly, he could not suppress the smile that sometimes rose at the corner of his mouth.

In the North Stand not far away from them, fans hugged each other excitedly.

Jones gave three high-fives to the old man in the factory, and then raised his hand like Chen Yufeng, "Honestly, watching football live is so enjoyable! Especially when I see my favorite player scoring goals one after another!"

"This is still an away game. I can't even imagine how comfortable it would be to watch a Chen Yufeng game at home!"

"Time passes quickly! I want to go to the home court to watch Chen Yufeng play!"

Jones expressed his best wishes, and the old man next to him also said: "Of course it's a completely different feeling at home. When was the last time you watched Chen Yufeng's home game? Last season?"

"Yes, I went there twice last season and he performed very well at that time, but I never thought he would become a player of this level." Jones nodded.

"Then you must go and watch the home games this month. You will feel what kind of status Chen Yufeng is at the King Power Stadium now. You will also see that the star who is like a star holding the moon will bring you every week. Wonderful dance music.”

The old man pursed his lips and said: "In short, all the feelings come together, apart from being amazed, it is a sense of satisfaction."

"It's a simple emotion that you understand."

Jones nodded heavily and returned his gaze to the court.

Everyone knew that in the last few minutes, Millwall could not make any trouble.

"Beep! Beep! Beep--!"

When the referee blew the whistle again to end the game, the Leicestershire expedition stood up from their seats again and clapped excitedly. They cheered for the players in the final moment of the game. Summary.

The top team in the Premier League plays the English Championship team Millwall, leaving the second team chasing the third team. This does not sound good when said.

But so what?

They won and that was enough.

They can accept the ups and downs of the team's status, and they can also accept the team's failure.

Witness the false support at the peak, and the loyal believers at dusk.

These fans who often come to away games are of course loyal believers.

They are the ones who have accompanied the team through the trough, and are willing to accept the team into any situation. Of course, an unsightly and somewhat thrilling game is nothing.

"Well, in this case, the game will officially end. Leicester City finally won Millwall in the fifth round of the FA Cup and advanced to the quarter-finals of the FA Cup without any danger! "

"At the same time, the game next door ended. Tottenham Hotspur defeated the farmer Fulham and advanced to the quarterfinals!"

"Two old rivals will meet in the quarterfinals and compete for a spot in the semifinals!"

"I hope Leicester City can go further! I am Xu Yang. That’s it for today’s game review. Let us continue to look forward to Chen Yufeng’s performance in the FA Cup!"

Xu Yang gave the final commentary for the game, packed up his things and left the scene.

…………

After this game, Leicester City's next matchup also became clear.

They have the last two games left in February, an away game against Sevilla in the Champions League and a home game against Liverpool in the Premier League at the end of the month.

These are two important games, neither of which can be lost.

After playing these two games and entering March, their schedule can be a little easier.

Throughout March, Leicester City had only two Premier League games, a Champions League second-leg match against Sevilla, and an FA Cup tie against Tottenham in an eight-to-four match.

There are four games in January, three of which are scheduled within ten days.

This means that the players will have two holidays of about ten days. If this holiday is a non-international match day, or they have not received a call-up to the national team, it is still very cool.

Others don't know it, but Chen Yufeng can study adding points and saving alone at home.

This will be his best opportunity to improve his strength.

He can at least choose one of the ten days to make substantial additional savings.

The knockout rounds of the Champions League are about to begin, and the Premier League and FA Cup are also entering their final stages. In the past few days, the atmosphere on the streets of Leicestershire has become a lot more heated.

In the daily chatter of pedestrians on the street, Leicester City is mentioned more frequently.

Leicester City's spring training long-sleeved and jackets were sold out and can be seen everywhere on the streets.

There is even a pathological clothing contempt chain on the street. People who wear clothes with Leicester City elements become the top of the contempt chain, and the rest are daily attire.

This is actually good. It seems to increase the trend of 'comparison', but in fact it gives everyone a chance to get to the top and weakens the common phenomenon of comparison.

In a single-family house in Leicestershire, two old men who seemed to be over seventy years old were looking at something that looked like a picture frame hanging on the wall.

In the middle of the photo frame is a neatly stacked blue jersey, with the number 66 and Yufeng's name on the back. If you look closely, there are traces of signatures in thick black pen in the corners.

There is no doubt that this is a jersey signed by Chen Yufeng, and it is a preservation item in the hearts of these fans.

If they wish, they can even pass it on to their sons after death as a family heirloom.

When future generations run into any trouble, they can even turn the jersey over and auction it off.

As long as Chen Yufeng is not a big fan of autographs and has not released tens of thousands of signed jerseys during his playing career, then this should still be of great value... there must be buyers willing to pay thousands of euros to purchase it.

This is a financial product, a financial product with the potential for appreciation.

"Be careful, it's just one hundred copies, and it cost me fifteen hundred euros."

The old man looked at his wife who was standing on the ladder with distress, and kept reminding her: "If it falls, please throw it towards the sofa to avoid breaking it into pieces."

He needs a cane to walk, which seems to be why his wife is hanging up her jersey on a ladder.

"Don't talk nonsense. If you break it, you'll break the photo frame. These glass can't cause damage to your jersey. Don't worry, you Bichi who doesn't care about me." The old lady spoke while working, although His hair is already gray, but he is very aggressive when he opens his mouth.

Although the old man said nothing more, the worry on his face was still there.

He took out the cigarette in his pocket, lit it with an old-fashioned lighter, and said while smoking: "Do you know how much this jersey means to me?"

"In 1971, Leicester City won the Second Division title and that team has never been out of my life since then."

"Do you still remember the first time we met? In that game, Leicester City defeated Morecombe. After the game, a large-scale conflict broke out between the two sides, and the fans also fought. I saved the Morecombe fans..."

"Sarafo...Bichi, you old guy is going to start talking about your old idle stories again. Stop it, Malhad, you are past the age of sensationalism and romance."

The wife has not calmed down yet, so naturally she will not look good on Malhad: "You should learn from other people living on this continent and use swear words on your lips. This will make your accent seem a bit un-British." ,do you understand?"

"Since the restructuring of English football and the financial crisis affecting the Premier League, even the Championship and League One, everything seems to have become more difficult."

Malhad ignored his extremely irrational wife. For a man, if he wanted to grow old with his wife, there was a good way, which was to ignore some of her words appropriately.

"What I dreamed about every day at that time was that we could move from the Championship to the Premier League and become a top league team."

"This is my dream."

"The 1213 season was a painful year. We were so close to the Premier League, but after a good situation of winning a penalty kick, we were defeated by Deeney's volley."

"At that moment I wanted to die."

"Fortunately, in the 1314 season, we won the English Championship and were promoted to the Premier League."

Malhad had finished smoking his cigarette, but he didn't realize it. He was still holding it in his hand: "From then on, my wish became that the team can avoid relegation in the Premier League."

"My request is that the day I close my eyes, I can still know the fact that the team I like is still in the top league in England, and we have the best team in Leicestershire."

"1415, we frantically grabbed points in the last nine rounds to avoid relegation and completed a miracle."

"After that, Chen Yufeng's visa exemption of the century came, and Mr. Vichai brought him to Leicester City, and then everything happened like that."

"League Cup winner, Premier League winner, Community Shield winner."

"We seem to be heading towards a Grand Slam of top honors."

Malhad smiled, threw the cigarette butt in the ashtray, leaned on crutches, and looked at the signed jersey on the wall and continued: "People who have not experienced all this will never understand our mood. To this day, I still feel this Are you dreaming?"

"Now I want to change that sentence, even if it means I can close my eyes now, I am willing."

"Even if Leicester City is relegated to the Championship next season, I am still glad that I saw their brilliant performance and that I have experienced these miraculous two years."

At this time, my wife also hung up the photo frame and carefully got down from the ladder.

She rolled her eyes at Malhard first, and when she walked past him, she couldn't help but said: "So, it's hard for me to imagine one thing. If Leicester City can win the Champions League this season, you die-hard fans How happy will you be?"

"Believe me, the emergency department of the hospital will be very busy that day, because many people cannot bear the psychological shock."

"But after watching football with you for so many years, I know a little bit that it is almost impossible for them to win the Champions League."

"Do you know why I say this? To bring you back to reality, to make you feel uncomfortable! Who told you to feel sorry for Chen Yufeng's jersey just now but not to feel sorry for me."

The wife seemed a little jealous, turned around and walked directly into the room, leaving Malhad standing alone.

"Is it impossible? I always believe that if the desire is strong enough, anything can be accomplished."

Malhad murmured and staggered towards the sofa, "Chen Yufeng is of Chinese descent. I have learned about some of the culture of the Chinese. There is a proverb about a drop of water piercing a stone and an iron rod grinding into a needle. Is it a proverb? I should have remembered it correctly. , or is it slang there?”

At this point, he also started to compete with himself, and seemed to want to confirm the truth of this sentence. He pointed his finger at the photo frame that Qiang had just hung up, "Drop it!"

Malhad's presbyopic eyes did not notice that the photo frame was actually shaking and itself was crumbling.

"Bang!" When he shouted these words, the photo frame just fell to the ground.

His wife quickly ran out of the kitchen, and Malhad turned around in confusion, and then he covered his ears.

"Sarafo...Bichi!"

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ps: The subsequent unimportant games will be pushed forward a little faster, because they need to be shown from multiple angles, so I hope you understand some of the foreshadowing and it won’t be delayed. Don’t worry, you will see the excitement soon.

(End of this chapter)