Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 373 The thirty-seventh round of the league against Manchester City! The fierce final stage of the Premier League title race! (asking for monthly ticket)

On May 5, the 14th round of the Premier League, Leicester City played against Manchester City at the Etihad.

The game started at seven o'clock that night, so it was considered a late game.

The Etihad was surrounded by lights and there were thunderous shouts in the stadium. Even if there was light rain falling from time to time, it did not dampen the enthusiasm of the people at all.

For the upstart Manchester City team, this is their third to last game at the end of the season.

Like Leicester City, they postponed the 34th round of the league to the 37th round. After that, after playing the last round of the league, they can rest directly.

Guardiola has lost all four majors this season and has not entered a cup final. The team only has the top four in the Premier League to fight for.

It's been a miserable season, it's been a disappointing season.

At this time, people believed that Guardiola was below the standard and that passing and controlling football would not work in the UK.

Even if they can reach the top four, they still lack the competitiveness to win the championship.

In the end, the team laid out a set of tactics that seemed to be extremely safe on both offense and defense.

After sweeping the ball to the center with one kick, point-grabbing forward Jesus rushed over and poked the ball into the net!

This is his imaginary enemy, his inner demon and nightmare.

They gave up the idea of ​​entangled with Manchester City and still decided to play the simplest and most brutal way.

Chen Yufeng went it alone.

"I really didn't expect that Leicester City would get another chance in such a brutal way."

His back molars were almost broken.

Only Caballero is left in front of him!
"This is the ultimate in utilitarian football! When Manchester City played a whole game with complex zone control and high-position pressing, the only absolute good opportunity they got was the one where Jesus scored!"

Manchester City takes the lead at home!

This caused Guardiola, who was sitting in front of the team's coach's seat, to be very depressed.

This goal was the only goal in the first half. The two sides entered the halftime break with a score of 1-0.

The stress dissipated a lot and was replaced by a sense of joy.

"Oh!"

But unfortunately, Toure was also thrown away later.

"Oh!"

When the Manchester City fans cheered at the Etihad, Guardiola also clenched his fists, shouted and waved them in the air.

At this moment, looking at the high-spirited Leicester City players who had just returned from the Champions League semi-final victory, Guardiola held a breath in his heart.

After the start of the second half, Leicester City replaced Klose and strengthened the aerial attack in the frontcourt.

Damn football, the msn defense, which had not allowed a single goal in two rounds, was broken at this moment.

In the 39th minute of the game, after using solid defense to drag Leicester City into a tug-of-war, Guardiola achieved the results he wanted.

"Yeah!!"

In the positional attack, they tore apart Leicester City's defense through constant passing and control.

He has never seen a team like Leicester City come out of nowhere and transform from a relegation team to a top European team in just two years!

Guardiola roared at the fans. In this excitement, he obviously regarded the Manchester City fans at the Etihad as the media.

De Bruyne's through ball gave Sane an instant speed. This player, who has a double speed of 99 on multiple rating platforms, crossed Ashraf's defense zone with a slight advantage and found an opportunity to cross.

After spending several good years with Bayern from Barcelona, ​​he has never suffered this kind of grievance.

Therefore, Guardiola thought hard for many days about how to prove himself by beating Leicester City.

He firmly believes that his method is okay. As long as he is given time to build a team and enough transfer funds, he can turn Manchester City into a super club!

…………

Unknowingly, defeating Leicester City has become his second-ranked season goal. The first is of course to keep the top four in the Premier League and win a Champions League spot.

One to zero!

"I can prove the upper limit of this tactic! All it takes is this victory!"

Sina Sports commentator Zhan Jun had an instant intracranial climax, "But Leicester City used a simple long pass to tear open their defense and create an opportunity for Chen Yufeng!"

"In this situation, it is difficult to create opportunities yourself. Look at how precise Manchester City's players are, how active they are in running, and look at the number of shots on target they have. You will understand this. "

In the 63rd minute of the game, when Mahrez passed an overhead ball from the left side of the backcourt, Manchester City's defense was already open.

Guardiola’s thoughts are clear: “As long as we can beat this team that is the number one contender for the Premier League title, a participant in the FA Cup final, and a participant in the Champions League final.”

But the rumors from the outside world were always eroding his heart!

"This was a game where both sides rarely made mistakes and everyone got very few chances."

Stones and Otamendi were unable to catch up with the super-fast Chen Yufeng. Toure, who barely followed Chen Yufeng, became their last resort.

Pass and control football, positional battles, quick transfers, threatening the ball!
Why is there no result?
"Call!"

"Didn't you say that passing and controlling football is not possible? Okay, then I will use Leicester City to prove myself."

"Guardiola must be very helpless!"

There was a smile in Zhan Jun's excited tone, "Look at this kick hitting the door!"

In the picture, Chen Yufeng violently volleyed directly into the blind spot on the right side of the goal. Caballero looked at the ball and sighed.

"The goal is scored! One to one! Look at Chen Yufeng!"

"Leicester City equalized!"

Zhan Jun lowered his head to read the information and said excitedly: "This is Chen Yufeng's 39th goal in the Premier League! It's so fast to reach 40+ goals in a single season!"

"Including goals in the Champions League and FA Cup, his season goals have already reached 70+!"

"What a terrifying statistic! It's almost comparable to Messi's 92 goals that year!"

"However, if we continue with this momentum, I believe that Chen Yufeng will reach that level sooner or later!"

"Even though he is already old!"

In the picture, Chen Yufeng made another celebration gesture of kissing his fingers. After the celebration, he picked up the ball and ran away quickly.

A one-to-one score is definitely not enough. In the critical period of the championship, they cannot lose any game.

Soon, the two sides restarted and the game continued.

"Focus! Focus!"

"Protect! Position one behind the other! Do you understand? This is something you should know when you are in the youth team!"

"I know you are not as fast as him, why do you dare to leave such a big gap!" Guardiola angrily scolded the two central defenders on the sidelines. The flying saliva and the raindrops floating in the air gathered together. , it’s like a Gatling feast spurting out of your mouth.

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On the other side, London, Chelsea's Cobham training ground.

Italian head coach Conte sat with many of his disciples and watched the Leicester City game.

Most people clasped their hands, scanning the time in the upper right corner of the screen and the game status in the middle of the screen.

"Come on...!"

When the incident passed the 75th minute, many Chelsea players were so excited that they stood up and punched in the air in celebration.

Their faces were filled with nervousness and excitement.

In the game that ended yesterday, they defeated Crystal Palace 4-1 and won another crucial victory.

Today, when the match between Leicester City and Manchester City started, no one paid much attention.

Leicester City, which just defeated Barcelona 4-0 at Camp Nou, should have no problem beating Manchester City, right?

It was not until after half-time that they found that Leicester City was trailing 0-1, and they gathered in front of the big screen from all directions.

They all pray in their hearts that Leicester City can lose to Manchester City or draw with Manchester City.

In this case, as long as they successfully win the remaining opponents, they will be able to securely win the Premier League championship.

"Eighty minutes..." After a while, Chelsea goalkeeper Courtois said excitedly.

Conte seemed unable to sit still. He stood up from his seat and took a few steps back. Then he clapped his hands and asked, "Who has that kind of animation live broadcast without delay?"

There will definitely be a certain delay between this kind of replay and the live game.

Conte couldn't even wait for the half-minute delay. He wanted to watch the live animation directly.

"I have it, I have it." The conspicuous bag Courtois took out his mobile phone, opened a platform and put it in Conte's hand.

Conte glanced back and forth, and after realizing that this was a live broadcast platform of a betting company, he suddenly looked up at Courtois.

Courtois didn't notice this look. He was staring at the TV at this time.

"Eighty-five minutes!" A lot of time passed, and Azar waved his arms excitedly.

"Don't look at me like that, watch the game!"

After noticing someone looking at him in surprise, he pointed at the screen and explained: "Chen Yufeng and I are very good friends, but he already has the Champions League and FA Cup to compete for."

"Give this Premier League championship to us!"

"I dream of helping Chelsea win the Premier League title!"

"Come on! Let's draw!"

Hazard doesn't get along with Courtois, but his feelings for Chelsea are definitely genuine.

He also believes that if Leicester City can draw the ball, they can win the final Premier League championship.

"Hit?!" At this moment, Conti, who was watching the live animation on his mobile phone, suddenly shouted.

He raised the screen of his phone high and asked with fear and excitement: "Who scored the goal? I saw an animation of the ball hitting the net."

Everyone quickly turned their heads and glanced at the live broadcast. After discovering that it was Leicester City attacking, they had a hint of ominous premonition.

Looking back at the phone in Conte's hand, they clearly saw the goal animation playing above the Leicester City logo.

This can't be...

"False! There is definitely something wrong with this platform!" Courtois snatched the phone back. It was obviously a software he commonly used, but now he was unwilling to admit the live animation of the platform.

Everyone held their breath and looked at the big screen.

"Oh!"

Albrighton's cross was sent to the center, and Chen Yufeng fought for a header. He originally wanted to throw the ball towards the goal, but the ball was too fast and did not jump.

"Crack!" He could only step back and wait for the response from his teammates behind him.

Mahrez, the Algerian football king who really wants to become Mr. Billionaire, came out from behind at this moment.

As if dissatisfied with the German transfer, he blasted the ball into the goal with a perfect volley.

"TWO!! ONE!!" the English commentator shouted from the TV, accompanied by sighs from Chelsea players and coaching staff.

Everyone's bodies were leaning backwards, as if they were deflated.

"Mahrez! The 19th goal in the Premier League! This is also a marksman!"

"At the same time, we must also praise Chen Yufeng. As of now, he has scored 39 Premier League goals and 12 Premier League assists!"

“The number of goals created in a single season has exceeded 50+!!”

"..."

There were constant sounds, and Courtois, in despair, suddenly pointed at the screen and said: "Offside! Mahrez is offside! Why didn't the referee look?"

"We want to appeal!"

At this moment, the replay happened to be released, and the picture clearly showed that the moment Chen Yufeng touched the ball, Mahrez was still three positions away from the offside line.

No one spoke anymore.

"Beep! Beep! Beep--!"

Not long after, when the referee blew the three whistles to end the game, all Chelsea players collapsed on the ground.

Conte also lowered his head in despair.

Both teams ended the season with a clean victory, and Leicester City's goal difference must be greater than theirs, which determines the championship if they are tied on the same points.

Is it possible that Chelsea scored twenty goals against their opponents in their last game?

Even if you play against a Chinese Super League team, it is basically impossible to score 20 goals, let alone the Premier League...

"By the way! There are Tottenham Hotspur and Tottenham Hotspur who can save us!" Courtois next to him spoke again.

He thought about Leicester City's schedule and their next opponent.

"Tottenham are currently ranked third in the Premier League. They are very strong! They may help us defeat Leicester City! We still have hope!"

Courtois is also hated by many people in the team.

So, while everyone at Chelsea was reminded of this and pinning their hopes on Tottenham, no one paid any attention to Courtois.

This made the latter a little embarrassed.

"There are a few key games. If you don't make those low-level mistakes, we won't have to...forget it, we can't blame the goalkeeper." Hazard thought in his mind.

(End of this chapter)