Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 365: Kick Barcelona! Umtiti’s stupid move, the rhythm of the tragedy? (-word chapter)

“Perfect January!!”

At Vardy's house, the sound of cork leaving the champagne bottle was heard one after another, followed by the sound of bubbles spraying out.

The players were laughing and laughing, countless jets of champagne were sprayed into the sky, and everyone was shouting and celebrating together.

Celebrations have been a part of people's lives since ancient times, but in a different way. It may happen many times, but never once will it be boring and tiring.

When people work toward a big, distant goal, they need to reward themselves, seriously, after completing short-term goals.

This can inspire them to strengthen their beliefs and have stronger desires!

"In one month, we played nine games, winning seven of them, drawing one and losing one! This is simply unbelievable!" Someone sighed loudly, probably Huth's voice.

"Even if it happened to Barcelona during the Dream III era, this achievement is incredible!" someone echoed.

"Moreover, the game we lost was only to Atletico Madrid in the first round. We got everything back in the second round! Although we had a draw and a loss, we did not withdraw from the championship competition in any line!" Morgan He stood on the table and danced his own waltz.

"Hahahaha..." Someone laughed.

"Rounding up, we won for a whole month!" Chen Yufeng held a glass of beer and smiled at everyone.

Chen Yufeng is a person who likes to be in control. He likes to make his grasp stronger and minimize uncertainty.

"What are you talking about next month? Let's dance together!" Morgan shouted, turning the volume of the speaker to the maximum, and the whole room was suddenly filled with a joyful atmosphere.

Chen Yufeng clicked his tongue after hearing this, feeling unfortunate for Arsenal and Mr. Wenger.

"The rumors in the media are so ridiculous. How can anyone be truly unstoppable? Don't worry, he can't compete with me on his high-altitude balls. In terms of speed, I can leave it to Umtiti."

Football is a team sport. No matter how strong your individual strength is, so strong that it breaks the limits of the human body, a good team can still limit you to some extent.

Today's celebration was an impromptu decision, as it was agreed that the brothers needed to relax together after such a devilish January.

"The rest are the last three Premier League games. I have very good reasons to guess that the Premier League champion will be produced after the last round." Drinkwater raised his eyebrows. He felt that Chelsea and Chelsea They won't let go easily.

Pique is very confident. He is very tall and his partner has some speed. "Yes, Umtiti."

The treasure chest of double insurance is crucial to him. He needs that legendary skill to increase his competitiveness and ensure that he has the ability to unexpectedly hit a fatal blow in the FA Cup final or the Champions League. ·

At this time, the house is already in a mess. Vardy will definitely have to ask a few cleaners to come over and clean tomorrow...

Let’s cheer each other up and prepare for next month’s championship month!

They just played against Arsenal a few days ago and have a clear understanding of the fighting spirit and fighting capacity of this team.

"It's not too much to say too much, and it's not too much to say too little." Kante and Drinkwater watched together, and the latter helped Odegaard solve his problems. "The first thing that came up was the first leg of the Champions League. In the middle After one Premier League game, the second leg of the game will come as scheduled."

The reason why he tutted was because he felt too sorry for Professor Wenger.

"Plop!" Mahrez fell down while treading water, adding a bit of joy to the crowd, "Hahaha..."

Surprise will make Chen Yufeng's threat even greater and more lethal.

The boring pre-match meeting ended like this. The players exchanged a few words with each other and then left in groups.

"The 27th at the end of the month is the day of the FA Cup final. Our opponent is Arsenal." Kante added, "This is the last game of the month."

Except for the UEFA Champions League, all champions will be decided next month!

The Premier League champion and the FA Cup champion will be announced at the end of the month!

If Chelsea loses its title in the Premier League, it might be possible in the middle of the month, but this is unlikely. This title rival is very stable.

"Have you not seen the top speed statistics? He is the fastest sprinter in football. It is said that he is much faster than Walcott and Cajina." Busques reminded from the side, as the team's rhythm Qi, he has always been a relatively rigorous person.

A brand new challenge is waiting for them.

"Yeah——!" everyone shouted together.

"Yes, I can catch up with him." Umtiti was also quite confident.

"He let go of Chen Yufeng's highlights. Does he know how to defend against it?" Messi turned to ask several people.

At this time, your opportunities will be reduced, and it cannot be said that you will definitely be able to score many goals.

"Leaving aside the championship, if the big six in the Premier League hadn't been tighter, we might have been able to open the last two treasure chests at the end of this month... But it doesn't matter. In one game at most, Arsenal, who is fifth in the league, will be completely left behind. It's gone." Chen Yufeng thought in his heart.

"Then what?" someone asked.

May 5nd is the last day before the final Champions League semi-finals.

The Premier League game after the first leg of the Champions League might be an opportunity to get a double treasure box... Chen Yufeng listened carefully and wrote down this time.

Barcelona, ​​the team's training base.

Chen Yufeng left everything behind, followed the pace of everyone, and joined the dance floor.

Barcelona's defense doesn't have much else but a lot of confidence. They seem to be still in the era of Meng San.

It's a pity that after going round and round and exhausting ourselves to enter the final stage, we have to meet us again...the chance of the last championship of our career is gone again.

But that's what football is like, one side is happy and the other is sad.

On this day, everyone played until about eleven o'clock that night before going home to rest.

How can I put it, if Leicester City plays well and there are no surprises, then there will generally be no problem in defeating them.

"I haven't felt his impact, so it's hard to say." Mascherano shook his head and did not give a clear answer.

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"Where's the schedule? Let me prepare for this month's schedule." The nervous Odegaard seemed to be drunk, walking around Vardy's house with a red face.

What goes against convention and custom is always the most lethal.

Messi walks with Mascherano, Pique, and Umtiti, these are the mainstays of the team's defense.

"I don't believe that. Even if I have no concept of space, I know one thing."

Umtiti shook his head and said: "The camera shooting angle will affect the statistics, so he may not really be that fast."

"What's the use of this?" Busques was a little unhappy. "Why don't you ask Atletico Madrid and Sevilla players? You can also ask your national team teammate Kante."

"Besides, it's already the semi-finals of the Champions League. Can you stop being careless and think about how to do this well?"

"To get here and be eliminated again, that would be even worse than losing in the final."

Everyone was silent for a while, and then Umtiti suddenly expressed her true thoughts.

"It's a foul. I let him go. Then, wouldn't this team have nothing?"

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May 5, King Power Stadium.

The stormy town stadium finally ushered in the first round of the Champions League played on its doorstep.

In the past, they all played away from home in the first round.

Only today has this rule been broken, so everyone has a bit of a novel feeling, and it's a bit complicated.

On the one hand, fans are a little afraid that Barcelona will score many away goals here and directly defeat Leicester City, making the second round of the game no longer suspense.

On the other hand, they also look forward to the team giving them a surprise in the showdown with the super giants.

Barcelona, ​​this may be the richest team with the strongest foundation they have ever encountered in the main game since the club was founded!

Although there are legendary teams like Manchester United and Liverpool in the domestic league, everyone is British and they often encounter them, so the sacred feeling will be somewhat diluted.

In addition, since the departure of the legendary team, Manchester United and Liverpool have had poor records in recent years and have gradually lost their competitiveness in the European war.

Therefore, it is difficult for fans of domestic teams, especially those who have the opportunity to defend the Premier League title for two consecutive years, to have much respect for them.

From this point of view, Barcelona is different.

The lingering power of the Dream Three Dynasty has not faded yet, and the team has world-class stars like Messi. The sense of oppression they bring is self-evident.

Due to the fact that they haven't touched it much, in the minds of many people, Barcelona is still the Barcelona that dreamed of three or six championships.

It's just that the midfielder has changed a generation of players and is still being updated.

What Guardiola accomplished that year was so great that this deterrent effect cannot be erased...

"Oh...!! Yeah...!!"

"AoAoAo...!! HoHoHo...!!"

The war song of Leicester City fans rang out in the venue, and the voices of tens of thousands of people gathered together, which was still very shocking.

In fact, even the tens of thousands of people outside the venue who did not buy tickets also joined in the cheers at this moment.

Their two voices gathered together and spread around, infecting more people to join in.

It is conceivable that for those who love Leicester City, as long as they hear this sound, they will definitely stop what they are doing, open their mouths and shout involuntarily.

Maybe he opened the window at home and leaned against it, maybe he opened the car door, or maybe he stopped where he was, turned his head and looked towards the King Power Stadium, and started singing along.

Today, they are with this team and they cheer for this team!

They hope that the team can defeat the powerful Barcelona and once again write a new miracle history in the town!

The Champions League final is the palace of dreams!

They're officially heading there!

This is difficult to succeed, but their previous efforts have brought them to the finals, and they do not want to miss this opportunity that is so close.

"OhOhOhh...!!AoAo...!!!"

In front of the player tunnel, players from both sides who had gone through a series of preparation activities finally came over.

They heard the sound clearly.

Not only the Leicester City players, but also the faces of the Barcelona players were somewhat shocked.

Logically speaking, this is unreasonable. The King Power Stadium is only one-third the size of Camp Nou at best, and the attendance is almost Trinity.

Barcelona players are used to playing in big games at Camp Nou, so how could they be aroused by this sound.

"I thought the stadium with more than 30,000 people was only densely packed in one spot, but I didn't expect their cheers to be loud." Busquets sighed in Spanish and told the story.

"There are sounds outside." Messi next to him replied.

On the other side, Chen Yufeng came over with the Leicester City players.

Listening to the shouts of the folks outside, their emotions were aroused and they couldn't help but want to go out.

"call……"

Chen Yufeng took a deep breath and was about to turn his head to see the mental state of Barcelona when he was interrupted by a voice.

"This way, this way." A light voice sounded from the front.

Chen Yufeng looked forward and found a little girl standing at the front waiting for him.

She is much taller than others, and seems to have developed earlier than others, or is older.

The cuteness on her face faded a bit, and was replaced by a beautiful embryo. She couldn't be seen as coquettish, but one could probably guess the face of pure lust she would have when she grew up.

"Linda." Chen Yufeng smiled, he was an old friend, "I have grown a lot taller, why am I still a caddy?"

"It's the last time." Linda raised her eyebrows helplessly, then changed her expression, as if asking for credit, "It took a lot of effort to sneak in, just to cheer you up, don't you want to thank me?"

"grateful."

Chen Yufeng smiled helplessly, touched the back of Linda's head, and said: "I feel that my life is already very fulfilling, but after seeing you, I realized that time really flies by. It won't take more than a few years." , you will become a big kid, you will definitely be more taciturn, and not as cute as before."

"Hahaha..." He didn't forget to joke at the end.

"I have already transformed now."

Linda raised her chin towards Chen Yufeng and tried her best to prove that she was growing up with a mature expression, "Bump your fist."

Don't hug me...

"Okay." Chen Yufeng fist bumped with her.

"Come on, I hope I can watch your Champions League final with my family." Linda showed a sweet smile.

"I hope so too." Chen Yufeng nodded, his expression moving slightly.

He vaguely remembered that about two years ago, Linda's parents held Linda in their arms and sent blessings to him in the player tunnel.

At that time, they said that they hoped to become a big star and lead Leicester City to achieve higher achievements.

I didn't break my promise, I did it... Chen Yufeng couldn't help but laugh, and his nervousness dissipated a little.

"Beep beep beep!" the referee blew the whistle and then officially led the players from both sides out.

Chen Yufeng took Linda's hand and walked out at the front.

The Champions League theme song officially started playing, and with an old acquaintance beside him, Chen Yufeng was not so lonely.

"Kick Barcelona...! Kick Barcelona...! Kick Bayern Munich...!!"

“I’ll wipe it——!!!”

"Ohh...!!!"

The fans cheered. Chen Yufeng raised his hands and applauded, then turned his head and looked to the side.

"Do you feel excited? Do you want to play football in the future?" he joked.

"I don't want that. I want to learn art so that I can have a better temperament and manner." Linda shook her head firmly.

"But isn't the British aesthetic more diverse? It's not necessarily what you said." Chen Yufeng thought of something.

Linda just shook her head and didn't say much.

Next, the two sides went through the usual pre-match activities. At the moment of separation, they seemed to feel that this time they said goodbye to the little girl, and the two would never see each other again in the future.

Chen Yufeng specifically turned his head and waved to Linda: "Go hard and live your life well. If I can reach the Champions League final, I will find a suitable time to say goodbye to the Leicester City fans. "

This year, Chen Yufeng is not afraid of slow sales. He also needs to find new challenges and have new motivation.

The decision to leave Leicester City was made long ago.

"Goodbye! I wish you better and better! I wish you two consecutive golden balls!"

Linda ran towards the player tunnel at the urging of the staff, and reluctantly turned back and said goodbye with a smile, "We will definitely see you again!"

"I am already fourteen years old and I will grow up quickly."

Linda said the last sentence in a low voice. She didn't dare to say this to Chen Yufeng, as it might make the latter feel uncomfortable.

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"Beep!!!"

Ten minutes later, a whistle sounded throughout the audience.

The first leg of the Champions League semi-finals officially started on this venue.

After the Chinese commentator Xu Yang introduced the basic situation, he began to talk about the starting lineups of both sides, "Barcelona has a three-four-three formation, goalkeeper Ter Stegen, central defender, Umtiti, Ma Thieu, Pique.”

"Defensive midfielder Mascherano, midfielder, Iniesta partner Roberto, and Rakitic in the forward line."

"The forwards are naturally the combination that everyone is most familiar with, Neymar, Suarez and Messi."

"As for Leicester City, what has changed from before is that Chen Yufeng and Klose are again in the double center position. Ranieri seems to have seen the Spanish pass-and-control team, in terms of air defense and hand-to-hand combat. shortcomings."

"..."

On the field, Chen Yufeng kicked the ball out of the center circle, and then ran forward with Klose.

The Leicester City players passed a few shots in the backcourt and hit Klose with a long pass with a clear purpose.

"Yufeng! Here we come!" Klose turned around and shouted, then jumped up to fight for the top.

Behind him, Chen Yufeng quickly moved forward behind Umtiti, waiting for the ball that might come from behind.

"Crack!" He soon heard the sound he wanted to hear.

I saw Klose's scalp rubbed, changing the trajectory of the football. The football increased height and speed, and instantly passed through Barcelona's defense!

It is Chen Yufeng who travels through Barcelona's defense with football!

He used his speed to break out of the crowd, past Umtiti and Pique, and formed a single shot!

"Oh——!!" There was a single blow right at the beginning, and the Leicester City fans couldn't restrain their emotions, and everyone stood up from their seats.

If a goal can be scored in such a short period of time, it will definitely leave an indelible trauma on the opponent's psychology!

Let them play in a state of panic throughout the game!

When the time comes, victory will be like searching for something!

"Umtiti!" In the Barcelona penalty area, a panicked Pique looked at Umtiti who was running back to chase. He was eager for his teammates to catch up with Chen Yufeng.

Unfortunately, the reality is very cruel.

There is no comparison between the two. Umtiti was almost out of breath, and her facial muscles were working hard, but she still couldn't outrun Chen Yufeng, who looked relaxed.

"Don't forget what you said! Think about before the game! Yesterday!"

Behind them, an anxious voice sounded. Someone looked back and found that it was Messi.

yesterday?

what's the situation?

Also, why is Messi so anxious?

Did Umtiti fail to do something well?

In the penalty area, the atmosphere became weird. As if he noticed something, Pique quickly waved his hand to block: "Don't foul! Umtiti! Don't foul!"

"This is a red dot set..."

"Stab!" Pique's words were still a step too late. Umtiti's sliding shovel was quickly sent out and went straight to Chen Yufeng's ankle.

This kick was extremely fierce, as if it was sure to hurt Chen Yufeng, it flew out.

How could Umtiti not know what it means to tackle in this place.

But he had decided a long time ago that he came up today to swap with Chen Yufeng.

Yes, Chen Yufeng is gone and Leicester City can replace him with one.

He was given a red card for dangerous action, leaving Barcelona with one less player.

But so what?

Can Chen Yufeng's threat level be compared to that of two people?

If he doesn't go down, Barcelona will have to waste a lot of people marking him and paying attention to him, and it is possible to score a goal just like this.

Just wait and thank me, Sam fans...

"Pfft!!"

In the chaos, Chen Yufeng felt his body fly up. He closed his eyes subconsciously, and then felt his ankle sprain suddenly. He could probably feel that this was very serious.

"Ah..." So he subconsciously held his ankle and howled in pain.

This is a way for athletes to protect themselves and to fight for their own interests.

"Beep beep beep!! beep!!"

A rapid and angry whistle sounded in Chen Yufeng's ears, and he also heard several sounds:

"No, no referee, that's not a red card!"

"No! You are definitely making things difficult for us with this judgment! Umtiti was impulsive, and we apologize to you on his behalf!"

"It was less than a minute into the game. To give a card like this is to break the record of the referee."

"Let's observe the player first, he seems to be injured."

Chen Yufeng heard some secret joy from the last words, but fortunately the voice from behind made him feel more comfortable, "You, red card! Come out!!"

"I... damn!" It seemed like someone kicked the turf and then left the field.

The Leicester City fans at the scene cheered a few times at this moment, and then stood in the stands with a little worry, looking towards this side.

"Wind! Wind! Wind!" A cry sounded again.

Chen Yufeng's eyes were always closed, and he could only judge by sounds and feelings.

He felt himself being carried on a stretcher, and a group of people pulled him and trotted towards the sidelines.

"Team doctor! Team doctor!" Ranieri's shout sounded from a distance, seemingly anxious.

Two people carrying suitcases quickly ran to Chen Yufeng. They quickly squatted next to Chen Yufeng and checked Chen Yufeng's ankles.

Both of these two people are from Leicester and have deep feelings for the team, including Chen Yufeng.

They were so confused that they even started to quarrel.

"Let these stretcher guys put the players down!"

"No matter how you release it, you haven't even appeared yet!"

"Put it down. How can we check it while you're carrying it?!"

"Can't you go out and check? Come quickly and get the tools!"

"It's in your bag! Bring it to me and show him!"

"Idiot, touch it first and ask the players how they feel!"

"Oh oh oh..."

"..."

A stretcher appeared, as if it had gone through a lot of hardships and finally stopped at this moment.

Chen Yufeng was placed on the ground, and two team doctors squatted beside him anxiously and began to check, "How are you doing? Does it hurt? Do you feel anything? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

"Shh..." Under the stunned expressions of the two, Chen Yufeng slowly opened his eyes and secretly motioned to the two to stop arguing.

"Ah?" The two team doctors looked at each other, big eyes and small eyes.

"I am fine."

Chen Yufeng lay on the ground, holding his ankle, "I have good strength, and that blow just now couldn't hurt me."

"Except for strains caused by fatigue, I basically won't get any other injuries."

Team doctor: "???"

"Are you really okay?" One person asked uncertainly, and another person hurriedly checked the suspected injured area.

Half a minute later, the two team doctors were speechless and prepared to leave, but they were pulled back by Chen Yufeng, "Wait for a while, just to show off."

"In half a minute, I will get up and jump a few times. You guys will pat me on the shoulder and pretend to ask if I can still hold on. Then I will go on the court again."

"I'm going to take them by surprise, as a semi-wounded person."

The two team doctors pursed their lips. They felt as if tens of thousands of grass and mud horses were galloping in their hearts.

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On the other side, Barcelona coach Enrique pretended to slap Umtiti a few times and stood helplessly on the sidelines, but actually he was smiling.

Umtiti is not a fool. How could he make such a bold move without the instruction of the coach.

This is a big risk.

"Good job." Enrique said silently in his heart, clenching his fists.

Why are you ranked third, fourth, and third?

Just because Umtiti is gone, midfielder Mascherano can quickly move to the central defender position, and he can be replaced by Alex Sandro later according to the situation, so the defense has no worries.

Without Chen Yufeng, Leicester City's offensive line power dropped sharply.

Even if they were asked to fight one more person, it would be difficult for them.

Not to mention, once the captain leaves, will Leicester City's backcourt defense still have the confidence to defend the MMS combination? !

impossible!

Who doesn’t know that Chen Yufeng is the soul of the team?

"In this case, even if it is ten against eleven, we will still be worthy."

Enrique snickered, this tackle was still worth it.

The second round of the game is not much different from the first round. If Umtiti injures Chen Yufeng, he will definitely not be able to come back in just ten days.

"It's not necessary to give a penalty kick. It would be nice if the foul could be committed from a farther position."

Looking at Mahrez who was about to take a penalty kick, Enrique shook his head slightly, then glanced at Chen Yufeng and put down this small point of dissatisfaction.

At this moment, Enrique's eyes suddenly widened.

He saw Chen Yufeng suddenly stood up on the other sideline and jumped slightly with the help of the team doctor.

Not injured? !

Enrique glanced back at Umtiti, who was walking towards the tunnel. His eyes were also a little shocked, and then he quickly shook his head to indicate that this would never happen.

After watching for a while, Enrique, who was not sure, even had some thoughts of going over to observe, but was stopped by the fourth official who was stuck in the middle.

"Are you okay?"

The fourth official blocked Enrique and asked Chen Yufeng over there.

"Not sure, the player said he wanted to go up and give it a try." The voice of the Leicester City team doctor came from over there. Of course, this was in collusion with Chen Yufeng.

"You are responsible for the consequences, think about your responsibilities!" the fourth official reminded.

"Okay." The team doctor confirmed.

"Someone is going up here, please pay attention." The fourth official contacted the referee through the headset.

"Okay, after taking the penalty kick and kicking off, you can come up." the referee replied.

This is the rule. As long as the team doctor or a stretcher enters the field to take away the players, they must wait until the next sports game before entering the field.

On the sidelines, hearing the communication between the fourth official and the Leicester City team doctor, Enrique's heart tightened even more.

Go up and try?

Just okay?

"Oh, God... please, let him go down!" Enrique could only pray.

If Chen Yufeng had not been injured and his side had given away a penalty kick and lost one player, he would have died of pain!

My heart really bleeds!

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"Oh!"

On the court, Mahrez's penalty kick was taken, and the football hit the lower left corner steadily, hitting Ter Stegen in the opposite direction.

One to zero!

Leicester City leads Barcelona at home! Take the initiative to advance!

"Yeah——!!" cheers rang out from the scene, and all the Leicester City players rushed towards Mahrez.

Mahris was the only one who pointed in the direction of Chen Yufeng with a heavy expression, shaking his head slightly and showing sadness in his eyes.

It was like saying that this ball was dedicated to the injured Chen Yufeng.

"Wait, captain! Even if you can't come up, we will win them! Wait until you return to the Champions League!" Mahrez patted his chest and pointed at Chen Yufeng.

He had been preparing for free throws and did not pay attention to the situation on Chen Yufeng's side. At this moment, seeing Chen Yufeng still standing on the sidelines, he thought he was waiting for the stretcher to be carried back to the tunnel.

"Wait! Captain!"

"We're going to take them down!"

The Leicester City players shouted, and even some fans sang Chen Yufeng's song.

Only the Barcelona players returned to their positions expressionlessly, showing no emotion.

Next, is the decisive battle...

"Beep!"

"Oh!"

The referee's whistle sounded again, and Suarez kicked the ball out of the center circle for Barcelona.

There was nothing wrong originally, everything went in an orderly manner, and everyone must have experienced some routine passes and grabs.

At this moment, people saw a figure walking into the stadium from the sideline.

Chen Yufeng...

Why did he come in again?

"Fuck?!" Barcelona players and fans immediately went crazy. Some people didn't even kick the ball and wanted to run to the referee to protest.

"The player is not sure whether he is injured, come up and try the situation! It is a voluntary act and has nothing to do with you! The other party has not made a substitution!" the referee said seriously as he retreated.

The Barcelona players' pupils shrank, feeling the same fear as Enrique.

After a short period of observation, they found that Chen Yufeng was indeed limping a bit when running, as if he was enduring pain after playing football, so they lowered their guard a little bit.

Maybe, this is also a good thing?

Chen Yufeng wanted to play through injury, but in the end he couldn't even perform as a substitute player?

At this moment, on the sidelines, in front of the Leicester City bench.

"He's like a normal person, and his ankles are healthier than either of ours."

"He just wanted to pretend to be a surprise, and he said, since Barcelona is unjust, don't blame him for the same."

Ranieri sat next to two team doctors, trying his best to suppress his laughter.

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"Oh!"

In the 13th minute of the game, Leicester City suddenly launched a quick attack and took advantage of the numerical advantage. Mahrez from the left boldly inserted into the baseline position to receive the football.

He glanced towards the middle. In the past few minutes, he felt the strength of the ten-man Barcelona.

If he doesn't seize every opportunity, the opponent is very likely to score points at the King Power Stadium...

Mahrez has been telling himself in his heart to be cautious in everything he does.

For example, if he is used to passing the ball to Chen Yufeng, now he has to hold back and not pass the ball to Chen Yufeng.

He must consider Chen Yufeng's injury.

Thinking about it, Mahrez glanced at Chen Yufeng inadvertently.

While others were rushing towards the penalty area, he slowly walked outside the penalty area, as if he was playing passively.

But as an old partner, Mahrez somehow saw the desire deep in Chen Yufeng's eyes.

As someone who knows Chen Yufeng, he knows that Chen Yufeng is not that kind of ball lord.

If his condition was really bad, he should have signaled the sidelines to make substitutions.

How about giving him the ball and letting him try?

Mahrez's heart moved. He pretended to look at the center for a few times, made a passing gesture, and then used a spike to shake away Mascherano who was coming to press.

"Oh!"

Then, he used his left foot to spin the ball and went straight to the outside of the penalty area.

After the football flew in the air for a second, everyone looked back and saw to their surprise that Chen Yufeng had appeared in front of the ball.

Except for those who knew that Chen Yufeng was fine, everyone else's hearts were hanging.

Leicester City players and fans naturally hope that Chen Yufeng can use this opportunity to get the ball to feel whether he can adapt to high-intensity confrontation.

Okay, then of course everyone will be happy, but no, how about we go down and have a rest...

As for Barcelona, ​​there is only one purpose.

They want to see whether Chen Yufeng can kick or not!

Is it a fake injury, or is it just pretending to be scary?

In the center of everyone's attention, Chen Yufeng used his right foot to remove the ball.

There was no one marking him at all. He was completely in a gap four to five meters in diameter. From this position, there was no need to shoot directly in the air.

Stop the ball and use Fran's shot with an instep volley!

Because Chen Yufeng knew that after this time, his secret would be exposed, so he handled the shot very carefully this time.

From stopping the ball to running distance, to the way he swings his legs, the way he exerts force, aiming, etc., he did everything to the best of his ability.

"Bang!!"

A sound resounded throughout the entire venue, as if a heavy artillery fired its own shells, roaring out and heading straight towards the target location.

"Fuck!!"

"This bitch!"

"Hao Li...Xie Te!!!"

From the moment the ball was stopped to the moment the ball was knocked out, the Barcelona fans at the scene had already noticed something was wrong, and a chorus of curses immediately broke out.

Some people scolded Umtiti, and of course some people scolded Chen Yufeng.

Countless people stood up from their seats angrily, pointed at the venue and cursed in anger.

Are you a human?

Are you a human?

Umtiti what are you doing?

Chen Yufeng, what are you doing again?

The fans' behavior in shock was anger and swearing.

When Ter Stegen, who was guarding the goal, was stunned, he would definitely lose the goal.

"Whoa!!" The sound of hitting the net sounded, and the football hit the net without any suspense.

Two to zero!

"Beep!" The referee pointed his finger near the arc of the center circle to indicate that the goal was valid.

Chen Yufeng scored a goal for the team with his first touch of the ball after his "return from injury"!

"Yeah——!!!"

Under the cheers of the Leicester City fans and the abuse of the Barcelona fans, Chen Yufeng roared and rushed to the sidelines to celebrate.

He no longer limps, no longer runs with little hops.

This time he used his fastest sprint speed!

Chen Yufeng felt the stunned expressions from all directions, and he felt relieved.

"Come on! Flagrant foul!"

As he ran to the sidelines and knelt down, he shouted to the Barcelona bench on the other side, "Tell your players that it is impossible to harm me. All your stupid actions will only hurt you!" "

"Hahahaha, come on!"

Chen Yufeng ran to the sidelines and knelt down like crazy. He quickly hugged Mahrez and others behind him.

"You're not hurt?!"

"You're so good at pretending."

"Are your legs made of iron? Fake!"

"Listen to the curses of Barcelona fans and players, hahahaha..."

"A bunch of idiots, who made them commit a flagrant foul and give away a penalty kick to someone else. The most annoying thing is that Yufeng was not injured, haha!!"

"They must have fainted from anger, right?"

At this time, they would be too stupid if they could not understand what Chen Yufeng was thinking just now.

A group of people gathered together and started a large-scale ridicule meeting, criticizing Barcelona's players and coaching staff back and forth. It was very unhappy.

"Pfft hahaha..."

Ranieri and others on the sidelines laughed even more.

I've been holding them back for a long time, isn't this the moment they've been waiting for?

Chen Yufeng is so fucking amazing.

In a daze, Ranieri turned his head to look. He wanted to see the expression on Barcelona's side.

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ps: I’m asking for a monthly vote recommendation for a 10,000-word chapter. I’ve calculated that this season, there will be more than ten chapters at most. It will be soon, don’t worry, brothers.

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