Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 378 The fierce final battle! Give yourself an explanation! (Ask for monthly ticket)
King Power Stadium, the game kicks off at 6.30pm
Under the cheers of the fans in the stadium, players from both sides ran to start the final round of the league.

After this game, this year's Premier League journey may be over.

This may also be Chen Yufeng's last year in the Premier League and his last game in the Premier League.

When the time came to seven o'clock, the first goal came.

"Oh!"

Bournemouth midfielder Stanislas beat Achraf and scored a goal in a corner kick, which was regarded as a pure muscle goal.

"Oh——!" Sporadic Bournemouth fans cheered, and they expressed their praise for the hero of the goal in a weak voice.

Then it was gone.

Including Stanislas himself, he didn't celebrate too much. He just jogged around the sidelines and returned to his place.

This is certainly a strange scene. It feels like the Bournemouth players are not so happy?
Yes, they do have a weight on their heads.

No more energy!
Even they themselves feel that they can’t win!
You can't win even if you score first!
In a high-level arena where competition is fierce and sportsmanship and professional ethics are respected, this kind of behavior is definitely not encouraged.

No one thought it was a big deal to be one goal behind.

In that case, their Bournemouth will become an eternal backdrop, just like Crystal Palace that year.

This is completely an unequal physical exchange.

"I will definitely win." After telling himself this silently in his heart, Chen Yufeng walked into the locker room.

In the Stamford Bridge stadium, with the referee's whistle, the final round of the 1617 Premier League season officially began.

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No one thinks they will lose!
If they were to lose, they would have lost long ago. They would not lose today, and they would not be tied.

That means that once Chen Yufeng takes one step, these players have to take three steps, and if they take five steps, they have to take eight steps.

Bournemouth leads Leicester City 1-0.

Some people even expected Leicester City's equalizer and go-ahead goal to come earlier.

Conte's expression suddenly changed. He glanced back at the assistant coach. When he raised his head and was about to speak, he suppressed the secret joy in his heart.

This is an explanation to the team, and it is also an explanation to himself!
In the first half, Chen Yufeng spent a half where he was blocked by a three-man attack. He was indeed a little uncomfortable playing.

When they came off the field, the Leicester City players did not talk to each other. They just waved to the fans in the stands, expressing their confidence that they would fight to the end and that the team would definitely be able to overtake the score and win.

Otherwise, the media will promote a miracle game similar to Aguero's 9248, a magical comeback to win the championship.

He very much hoped that someone with understanding would come over and tell him whether the situation there was good or bad, so that he could be mentally prepared in advance.

And they do feel so.

This is also the second trophy in Captain Chen Yufeng’s career!

There is only one thing they have to do, win it steadily, and then lift the Premier League championship trophy high!

It does happen very rarely.

Calm down...it only lasts for half a half. Leicester City often falls behind. This situation is not difficult for them. They still have plenty of time to equalize the score and take the lead. Let's put ourselves in their place. , can you miss this good opportunity?

The three Bournemouth players were obviously exhausted.

Bournemouth are really scared.

Just because of those goal differences, those damn goal differences!

But for some reason, I looked at a Leicester City player wearing a blue shirt in front of me, with fire in his eyes, ready to win the cup.

In their view, a goal can't change anything, and Leicester City will definitely hit back quickly with thunderous means.

However, he could clearly feel the exhaustion after half a game.

Their team is about to have a season that is close at hand but out of reach!

Conte stood on the edge of the field with a frown. He was busy playing and didn't pay attention to the battle on his phone.

"Beep! Beep--!" Not long after the goal, the referee blew the whistle to end the half-time game.

"Okay." The assistant coach nodded. He didn't quite understand why Conte's expression changed continuously in just one second.

At this time, you have to pay attention to the game situation on the court and not be distracted.

They feel worse than being downgraded!
"Halftime is over, Leicester City is one goal behind and Bournemouth is leading 1-0." An assistant coach appeared behind Conte and told Conte the news.

"Beep!"

I can't act like an idiot and daydream here!
Conte's expression changed again. He turned his head and warned: "Pay attention to the situation over there. If you have any news, tell me immediately."

will not!

It is difficult to guard against a player like him who is full of hot spots, especially when it comes to catching the ball and preventing turns.

Chen Yufeng's body occasionally slumps, and these people have to start.

But he couldn't help it.

After walking step by step until now, Conte is really unwilling to give up the championship just like this.

He believes that this trophy will not be absent!

Not far away from them, Sunderland head coach Moyes also noticed the situation here.

He turned back and asked about the score of Leicester City. After learning that the Blue Foxes were trailing zero to one, the old man smiled.

"I don't need to look at the details to know that Bournemouth will not be excited about this goal and Leicester City will not be sad about this goal."

He spoke to the wheat in his pocket, "The result will not change."

"They will definitely be able to equalize the score and take the lead, and they will definitely be able to win the Premier League championship. With tenacity, no team in the world can compete with Leicester City."

"Let me think about adjectives... It's like, before you succeed, God will always push you some obstacles, but as long as you take steps and walk over, you will see a bright future."

"No one thinks Leicester City can make it, not even Conte."

"Yes, neither does Conte, I just saw his expression."

At this moment, the situation on the field suddenly changed.

Sunderland forward Gooch fell in front of the Chelsea penalty area. Chelsea players quickly waved to the referee to indicate that they had not touched Gooch.

In this life-and-death game, they didn't even notice that Sunderland midfielder Gibson rushed over and poked the ball away, directly into the penalty area.

Or maybe it was too late when they noticed!
The more critical the game is and the less you can't lose, the more impatient you will be and the more afraid you will be of giving your opponent a chance.

Once you have this idea, you will definitely make mistakes one after another.

Because fear will eat away at your heart, take away some of your instincts and muscle memory, and make you unable to do what you are doing.

"Oh!"

Sunderland midfielder Gibson volleyed the ball into the net.

One to zero!

It was Sunderland who scored first!

They're ahead!
"Oh... I just guessed the mood of Bournemouth, and I had a good experience."

Moyes, standing in front of the coach's bench, was still talking to himself, "I know that Chelsea, which has an absolute strength advantage, will soon adjust to take the lead. I'm not pouring cold water on my team. This is actually the case."

"They can't beat them, just like Bournemouth can't beat Leicester City." "The beginning is the same, the end will be the same, poor Bournemouth and us, hahaha."

Moyes finally showed an open-minded smile. He turned around and saw no panic on Conte's face.

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King Power Stadium.

In the 67th minute of the game, Leicester City intercepted Bournemouth's counterattack in the middle.

Kante took the lead, dribbling the ball towards the Bournemouth backcourt.

He has always assumed this role, but his defensive attributes are too strong, diluting his offensive ability.

"Oh!"

Kanter knocked the ball to Mahrez on the right, and the Colts dribbled the ball inwards to the center, dribbling continuously so that the fullback who was guarding him almost fell.

At this moment, Ashraf rushed from behind Mahrez, "Give it to me!"

The back cover tactic is the most common small tactic in wing attacks. It has no technical content, but it is useful in certain moments.

When Mahrez passed the ball to Ashraf, there was already a space in front of Ashraf.

He got at least two seconds to aim.

"Bang!" A very high-quality cross was sent, finding Chen Yufeng in the back position.

During the chaotic battle, Chen Yufeng found that there were too many people following him, and he would most likely be disturbed if he jumped up to fight for the top.

So he decided to move forward to meet the ball.

Get out of your comfortable heading zone and hit higher points!
Because...he can also do barbs.

Under the attention of all the Leicester City fans, Chen Yufeng looked like an agile cheetah, turning over and throwing his legs in one go.

The Bournemouth players next to him didn't dare to come up to block him. They were afraid of Chen Yufeng's hard toe and were afraid of being disfigured.

This is also the reason why Chen Yufeng chose the barb. He wanted to use star skills to shoot with a very high level of comfort!
"Bang!!" The powerful shot blasted out, bypassing the blocking Bournemouth players, and hit the upper right corner of the net hard.

One to one!

The ball went in!
This is a goal with absolutely no problems!
"Yeah——!" The cheers from Leicester City fans proved that they had expected it.

Everyone was neither too excited nor too indifferent, they just treated it as normal.

Chen Yufeng didn't celebrate too much. He came to the goal, held the ball in his arms, and ran back to his position expressionlessly.

Even if you believe that you will definitely win, you should buy time for yourself.

Otherwise, you will inevitably fall into an awkward and anxious situation.

It’s better to keep the initiative in your own hands as much as possible, so that you can be more comfortable in whatever you do.

It’s just that barbs are really cool... Chen Yufeng thought with a smile in his heart.

He knew that all the cameras in the venue would be pointed at him, so he put on an incomprehensible expression, and he was still looking for excuses for himself in his mind.

But in fact, that emoji with his head held high had already appeared in his heart.

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"Leicester City scored."

At Stamford Bridge, Conte in front of the coaching bench learned the news from the assistant coach.

There was a hint of disappointment on his face.

Sure enough, are things still going to develop like this?
He had guessed the worst results before and was realizing them one by one.

"Play the game in front of you first, and we'll talk about other things later." Conte tried to divert his attention.

But for the next ten minutes, his heart was in a state of extreme suffering, and he no longer had the energy to pay attention to everything on the court.

It's like, this is a joke. It has nothing to do with the final championship. Whether it can win or not depends on Leicester City.

As long as they defeat Bournemouth and overcome the uncertainty in their hearts, they can win the championship.

Chelsea, their team, shouted for a long time to fight for the championship. If they didn’t make any mistakes, they didn’t make any mistakes, but so what?

Leicester City also made no mistakes. They played as steadily as an old dog in the last few games.

Conte thought he was ridiculous.

He feels that hard work is worthless in the face of absolute talent and strength.

With Lukaku Nu's hard work, can he score as many goals as Chen Yufeng?

With Courtoianu's hard work, can he be as popular among fans as Chen Yufeng?
"Oh!"

When Conte came to his senses, it was already time for Hazard to score twice and help the team take the lead.

He clapped his hands to congratulate Hazard for his goal. When he felt a little better, he saw a panicked figure coming up next to him.

He was the first person to tell him that Leicester City was behind, and he was also the one who just said that Leicester City had scored.

Conte suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart. He even wanted to wave his hand to stop the man from talking and escape from reality, but unfortunately it was too late.

"Mahrez! The score is overtaken! Leicester City is ahead! Bournemouth is starting to come on the bench!" the assistant said in a hurry.

Conte put his hands in his pockets and leaned back slightly, completely deflated.

The man next to him saw this scene and was no longer anxious. He sighed and accepted the fact.

Go ahead, take the lead, come on the bench.

Several keywords kept passing through their minds, and they wanted to think of some variables, but unfortunately they couldn't think of them.

Leicester City, going all out, will soon crush Bournemouth's substitutes.

The substitutes will use their full defense to stop the attack of the Blue Fox Cavaliers, so that when they return home after the break, they can brag to the new girl they met and say the classic sentence: "The main reason is that the coach doesn't let me I went up, but that person didn’t like me. You see, after I went up, even the championship that year couldn’t beat us.”

As for the offense?

These backup players may not even think about it.

While the two were still hesitating, another person ran up behind them.

"Bournemouth was brutally killed from the kick-off! Drinkwater scored from one goal! One goal by mistake! Leicester City is three to one! Eighty minutes have passed in the game over there."

The two looked at each other, smiled, felt a little relieved, and felt that this scene was full of comedy.

At this time, another person ran from behind the team that had become three people.

Conte: "???"

He was stunned. Could there be more?
"Hazard is injured! Who should I replace?" The man pointed to the field hurriedly. The team doctor had already ran up. Conte had been distracted just now, so he came over to remind him.

Conte breathed a sigh of relief and made a decision quickly, "Let Batshuayi go up, let Pedro warm up, and put all the forwards on for me."

"Why?" someone asked, but as soon as they asked, they roughly guessed the reason.

Conte grinned, shook his neck a few times and looked at Moyes next to him, like a gangster, "Because everyone has to die! I'm going to pull him up."

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ps: I'm really sorry, it might have to be tomorrow. I have a Lantern Festival reunion and I'm drunk. I haven't recovered yet.

(End of this chapter)