Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 380 Leicester City is the champion! (Part ) (Please vote for me)

"Boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much!"

“Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang—!!”

Over the King Power Stadium, hundreds of fireworks shot into the sky, surrounding the entire stadium.

It was now past eight o'clock, and the city of Leicester had already darkened, so these fireworks were extra dazzling. They lit up the buildings around the stadium and illuminated the tens of thousands of people gathered outside the stadium.

There are lights shining in the venue, so it's not particularly noticeable.

However, the celebrating crowd still saw this beautiful scene, which was more like the climax scene in the scroll and the most exciting moment in the entire scroll.

This atmosphere is exactly the same as the atmosphere in Leicester City today.

Winning two consecutive Premier League titles is a shocking achievement no matter which team you win!
In the decades since the competition system was reformed, only two teams, Manchester United and Chelsea, have done it, and Leicester City has become the third.

In the stadium, aside from the players who were sliding, kneeling, colliding and running wildly, their faces invisible with excitement, only reporters from all over the world were left hurriedly reporting on the sidelines.

"Korean Football Information Agency! After Tottenham ended their Premier League campaign this season, at the same time, Leicester City won the Premier League championship Smecta! I can only feel sorry for Tottenham Hotspur, they ranked third in the league , less than fifteen points behind first place! Congratulations to Leicester City, Smecta!"

About four or five minutes later, the crazy and tired Leicester City players came over.

"Torino Italia! As you can see, a podium is already being set up in the stadium. Gary Neville, a veteran of Manchester United and a man who has traveled abroad a lot this season regarding Leicester City, walked onto the pitch holding the trophy. He wants to put the trophy on the podium! Chen Yufeng will lift this trophy on behalf of the entire team later!"

"44 goals! 13 assists! The total number of goals scored in the Premier League in a single season is 57! Chen Yufeng will definitely win all the personal best awards in the Premier League as he wishes! Whether it is selected by the organizing committee or reporters, the best will definitely be It's him!"

"Moroccan News Network! The only thing I'm curious about now is what odds the bookmaker gives Leicester City to win the championship next year? Hahahahaha! Next, let's turn the camera to the field and see the players' celebration! "

Kanter and Drinkwater were nothing but breathing heavily. They were considered conservatives in the team.

"German Sports, we saw Ranieri's wife standing on the sidelines and taking out the khaki suit for Ranieri. This is a scene that everyone will pay attention to! Ranieri's khaki suit has now been It has become the most talked about topic in the fan circle! I just don’t know if he will appear in the FA Cup or the Champions League! We are looking forward to that scene!"

"What's good?" Ashraf asked him.

"..."

Mahrez had some mud and grass clippings on his chest. He must have been punished by being pinned to the ground for committing an offense just now.

"French Football Front reported that Leicester City lived up to expectations and won the Premier League championship in the 1617 season. This is another extremely brilliant event in the club's history! From the 1:5000 odds last season, to the recognized success rate in the latter part of this season The most powerful contender for the championship, Leicester City has gone too fast in the past two years!"

All the reporters were talking at random, and the scene was in chaos.

In front of this chaos, the podium was set up in an orderly manner. Everyone regarded this place as a sacred place. No one came near, no one disrupted or interfered, they just watched quietly from the side.

In addition, there was very obvious mud and grass clippings on Chen Yufeng's knees, as if he had just slipped and knelt many times.

"What did you say? Of course it's the feeling after winning the championship!"

"This is so damn good!" After Odegaard came over, he yelled at the sky, startling Ashraf next to him.

"Understand the official report of the Football Emperor! We are inside the King Power Stadium! I can't hear myself. I hope it can be transmitted through the microphone! Everyone is roaring and celebrating, and there are fans on the sidelines trying to rush into the stadium to celebrate together, but They were all blocked! Two consecutive championships! Two consecutive double crowns! This is so shocking! I hope Leicester City can win the FA Cup in 7 days!"

Morgan's socks were torn, which was a bit unexpected. Could it be that he himself was a bad dancer?

The staff will be rushing back to the locker room to get the spare jersey for them.

Their appearance at this time was very strange, even a little embarrassed.

Looking around, there are very few people still wearing clothes. It's not that they don't want to wear them, but that they were all torn after taking them off...

Odegaard analyzed his heart, "Look at the people cheering for you around you, look at the Sunderland players with envious eyes, look at the Premier League trophy, and think about your personal introduction on any football platform. They always add the phrase "1617 Premier League champion"! Isn't this good?"

"It's indeed good." Ashraf laughed, as if he was already thinking about the time when others would introduce his identity in the future.

At this time, a simple interview stage was set up nearby, and Chen Yufeng and Mahrez were called over. The other players turned their attention because they saw Greg Dyke, the chairman of the Football Association.

"We meet again." After seeing Chen Yufeng and Mahrez, Greg Dyke immediately extended his hand enthusiastically.

Of course there was a reason why he came here today. Two emcee ladies came over and brought out several trophies that had been prepared long ago.

"I have to express my congratulations to Leicester City and the two of you. You have won all the awards in the Premier League. Remember, all the awards." Greg Dyke took over the Premier League assists champion from the hands of the hostess. The trophy, handed this to Mahrez first.

"Congratulations to you, Mahrez. With 21 assists, you deserve to be the single-season assists champion."

Mahrez took the trophy from his hands with a hint of surprise on his face, "In other words, De Bruyne didn't surpass himself in the last round of the game?"

"Yes, he still has 18 assists, which is three points behind you." Greg Dyke said with a smile.

"Thank you." Mahrez thanked him and looked at the trophy in his hand excitedly, very happy.

"Go over there for an interview first. It's a very simple interview and it won't affect your victory later." Greg Dyke pointed to the interview board and motioned for Mahrez to go over.

Mahrez agreed and went over. Chen Yufeng and Greg Dyke met their eyes.

"Did I hear you right? All the Premier League awards have been won by the two of us?" Chen Yufeng asked.

"Yes." Greg Dyke raised his eyebrows and joked helplessly: "If you continue to monopolize the Premier League's individual awards and the competitiveness of the league decreases, I will come to you for explanation."

"Hahahaha..." Chen Yufeng smiled, but he did not see Greg Decker's hopeful gaze.

"Actually, I still hope that you will have a monopoly, because I hope that both of you can stay." Greg Dyke did not say this, he just looked away and muttered silently.

He did this because of his face and because he didn't want to interfere with the players' decisions and embarrass them.

Of course he has heard that Chen Yufeng has expressed his willingness to play in Spain many times.

Ugh……

Greg Dyke took a deep breath and accepted the fact that this might be Chen Yufeng's last appearance at the King Power Stadium. The next FA Cup final and Champions League final will be played elsewhere. "Cherish your final moment at the King Power Stadium and thank your fans."

Greg Dyke gave Chen Yufeng instructions. He took out the Premier League Best Player trophy, the Premier League PSV Best Player trophy and the Premier League Golden Boot Award trophy and handed them to Chen Yufeng.

Chen Yufeng was smiling when he started to receive the trophy. After hearing Greg Decker's words, he was stunned again.

Of course he knew this, but he didn't expect that Greg Decker had already known it and said it openly. ·

"Okay, I think you need to call an assistant over." Greg Decker quickly moved the topic away, and he didn't say much on this issue.

If you have said that you will not stay, then you will not stay. It is better to leave this kind of matter to the Leicester City fans, they are the group of people with feelings.

"Why?" Chen Yufeng asked back.

"Do you know why the Premier League didn't give you the best of the month award this year?" Greg Dyke smiled mysteriously.

"I don't know." Chen Yufeng shook his head. This was indeed something he had doubted.

"Do you remember what you said about the Premier League Player of the Month trophy being ugly?"

Greg Dyke waved to the side, and a hostess carrying a large tube came over.

The big tube she was carrying was the previous Premier League Player of the Month trophy that looked like shampoo... but it was enlarged in the same proportion.

"We took your suggestion and changed the trophy to look like the player's back. Of course, this is only one of the reasons."

"The second reason is that, except for the second month when you are not the best reader, you are the best reader in other months... My decision was correct. When you won the Premier League Player of the Month for August, I told them , let’s wait until the end of the season to issue them together, otherwise there will be a lot.”

"Hahaha... please forgive me for congratulating you, Mr. Chen Yufeng, you won the 1617th of the 8 Premier League season in August, October, November, December, January, February, March, April and May. A trophy for best reading!”

"You are the player who has won the most Player of the Month awards in a single season in the history of the Premier League. This is your reward."

Greg Dyke smiled proudly and waved, and the emcee next to him raised the Premier League Best of the Month tube in front of Chen Yufeng.

Chen Yufeng held two player of the year trophies in his right arm, the Premier League Golden Boot in his right hand, and one of the best players of the month in his left hand.

"Hmm..." He sighed.

"It's really good. It's almost the same as the Golden Boot Award. It's really high-quality."

Chen Yufeng couldn't put it down, and the more he looked at it, the more strange it became that the bronze player's back looked familiar.

He turned it over and looked over, but didn't find a number printed on it, but he still felt familiar.

Suddenly, Chen Yufeng suddenly raised his head and looked at Greg Decker.

He saw the latter still smiling smugly.

The prototype of this trophy cannot be myself, right?
…………

After being interviewed by reporters, Chen Yufeng placed all the trophies in the big tube, handed them to the staff, and walked onto the podium.

As soon as he went up, he found that everyone was looking at him strangely, as if they were looking at a monster.

"They said that apart from Mahrez winning the Premier League assists title and De Bruyne winning the Premier League September Player of the Month, you won all the other awards?" Morgan asked seriously.

"Yes, they just told me." Chen Yufeng snickered.

"what……!"

"This damn Yufeng!!"

"How can we live in the same league as him?"

"This kind of person should be pulled out and shot!!"

Waves of regretful lamentations sounded.

Chen Yufeng ignored them. When he came to the Premier League championship trophy, his pupils shrank slightly and he carefully watched every inch of the trophy.

Suddenly, his eyes were a little distracted, because from behind the Premier League trophy, he saw the expectant Leicester City fans in the stands, every familiar staff member, and every familiar building at the King Power Stadium.

After realizing that this was really his last cup here and his last dance here, Chen Yufeng suddenly felt a little sad.

It's strange. It's obvious that failure is not so uncomfortable. It's obvious that I have decided to pursue new challenges. Is this? Why am I hesitant again? Do you have feelings?
Chen Yufeng kept asking himself in his heart.

"Wind! Wind! Wind——!!" The fans at the scene thought something had happened to Chen Yufeng and started shouting his name to give him motivation.

Chen Yufeng slowly came back to his senses and found that he had maintained this posture for a long time.

He looked back at his expectant teammates, stood up straight, and picked up the Premier League championship trophy.

Then, after Mr. Ranieri changed into his royal khaki suit, he came to the center of the crowd and placed the trophy at his feet.

"Ohhhhhhh..." A low roar rang out. This sound had not been heard for almost ten months since winning the Community Shield at the beginning of the season. Everyone missed it.

"Yeahhhhh...!!!" With the final chorus of the audience, Chen Yufeng raised the trophy high, and all the Leicester City players also raised their hands high. Many of them couldn't bear it anymore. People who have been here for a long time burst into tears at this moment.

And because they roared happily, they opened their mouths wide, so many people let tears flow into their mouths and tasted a sour and salty feeling.

Strange, isn’t it said that tears of excitement are sweet?

No matter, they only remember a little now.

Leicester City are champions.

(End of this chapter)