Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 383 went unexpectedly smoothly! Chen Yufeng officially begins his pursuit of the UK’s top honor Grand Slam!
It’s 2:20 in the afternoon, and there are still ten minutes left before the game officially starts.

Chen Yufeng led the Leicester City soldiers to the players' tunnel and lined up to wait to enter the field.

"A blessed land? Here we are again." Chen Yufeng smiled.

The team has already won the League Cup and Community Shield at this stadium.

Although their resume is not as rich as that of Arsenal, they all happened recently. At that time, the joy and excitement were still fresh in their minds, so they have a stronger psychological advantage.

Another point is that if you win the game, you will win the annual Triple Crown, and you will soon participate in the Champions League final. There is a probability of hitting the annual Four Crowns tag, which will definitely put pressure on Arsenal players.

No matter what, they are the dominant side in this game!

Chen Yufeng looked towards the stadium. He saw the heads so densely packed that he couldn't focus his eyes and could only distinguish them by color.

Looking at it this way, it seems that there are more Leicester City fans than Arsenal fans, probably a 64-point comparison.

This really made Chen Yufeng feel a little unrealistic.

"I hope I can get everything and get all the awards. I have said this a long time ago." Chen Yufeng said to himself, and then celebrated with his teammates.

"Sunny London, the world-famous Wembley Stadium, the miracle team Leicester City, and the veteran giant Arsenal have a peak showdown here!"

This dreamy year is almost over, and the domestic Grand Slam is about to officially arrive.

But Leicester City's offense cannot wait for them.

This feeling is indescribable.

Perhaps, if he successfully wins this game and wins the best player of the tournament as he wishes, he will just breathe a long sigh of relief.

Including Arsenal fans losing confidence in Wenger and the team.

…………

He has experienced this matter countless times, including three times in this famous stadium, two main games and one charity match.

Have we really become a wealthy family?
More fans than Arsenal?

On the court, the situation suddenly changed. Arsenal, who had been aggressively pressing forward and launching an opening attack a second ago, suddenly stopped in place.

The corners of his mouth curled up, this was of course a joke.

As a football player and a very successful superstar, Chen Yufeng has had countless opportunities to express his emotions.

On the court, Arsenal's starting center Welbeck kicked the ball from the center circle. Sanchez received the ball and passed it to Xhaka.

After reacting, many people began to lower their heads and grit their teeth and run back wildly. Everyone tried to maximize their horsepower.

"The game begins! Viewers, you are now watching the final of the 1617 English FA Cup! It is also the last domestic game in the UK!"

There are many Leicester City fans just because of their continued strong momentum this season, and also because of the short-term popularity of the Blue Fox.

At this moment, his voice suddenly stopped and his eyes sharpened: "Let's talk about the situation on the court first! Kanter picked off Kirkland's pass! Leicester City counterattacked!"

Because of this, he actually doesn't know how to express his emotions many times.

Because he has seen himself celebrate gracefully many times, heard himself shouting from the heart many times, seen countless faces excited for him, and experienced many moments.

"Beep!"

"Four midfielders, Oxlade-Chamberlain, Xhaka, Ramsey, Bellerin."

Maybe, Arsenal was absolutely fine at their peak, but now they are not.

After Chen Yufeng took a look behind him, he found that there were no defenders near Albrighton, so he shouted a reminder.

"Mahrez! The other side is empty!"

The dazzling sunlight flashed in, and Chen Yufeng squinted his eyes slightly, then opened them again after adjusting for a while.

Except for Real Madrid and Bayern, which have the only strong team, no one can think of anyone who dares to compete with Leicester City, which is in the limelight.

"Huh..." Chen Yufeng took a big breath of fresh air. Only when doing this action, he could feel that he existed truly and clearly.

But it does feel a little different today.

He can celebrate every goal, assist, championship, or even a good pass and a high-quality shot.

Chen Yufeng is still a well-known person.

"The first team wants to win the treble of the season, the top domestic championship Grand Slam! The first team wants to restore its past glory and bring another FA Cup trophy to the club!"

"Goalkeeper, Ospina, three centre-backs, Monreal, Mertesacker, Holding."

Their formation is generally relatively conservative, with a three-four-two-one configuration, allowing them to have more numbers when defending.

He himself also started running towards the penalty area, waiting for opportunities that might come.

"Beep!"

"Let's see who wins the final victory! I am Xu Yang! I am the commentator of this game."

The referee's whistle sounded, and Chen Yufeng took the caddy's hand and walked into the court step by step.

"Attacking midfielder, Sanchez, Kirkland, center Welbeck."

Xu Yang introduced Arsenal's starting lineup to the viewers in front of the TV. Then he picked up Leicester City's list and began to introduce it.

"Pass to Mahrez! This is the starting point for Leicester City's attack in the frontcourt."

Mertesacker, who was originally following him, was thrown away in an instant, and he was one position ahead in an instant.

"Oh!"

Mahrez moved the ball in a wide range and passed it to the vicinity of Albrighton. The latter looked at the situation in the penalty area and saw Chen Yufeng who was advancing forward at the first sight.

Maybe try it?

Albrighton is not good at heading the ball, but at this juncture, he still jumped up hard and shook his head towards Chen Yufeng's running route. "Bang!" The football changed its course and flew towards the Arsenal penalty area and in front of Chen Yufeng.

Arsenal defender Per Mertesacker tried his best to catch up with Chen Yufeng. When he found that he couldn't, he turned to look at Monreal who came to fill in.

But Monreal pounced so fast that Mertesacker seemed to have seen it. Chen Yufeng lifted the ball with a light kick, shook him off and volleyed handsomely.

Mertesacker fell into despair.

As he ran, he looked at Chen Yufeng and Mertesacker who were approaching quickly.

To his surprise, Chen Yufeng did not challenge the ball, nor did he forcefully shoot the ball directly.

He leaned his body directly to the right and leaned forward with all his strength.

With another heavy sound, Monreal fell to the ground.

it is good……

At this moment, even Mertesacker couldn't help but want to applaud Chen Yufeng. He fell into a deeper despair. He also knew that the ball might be lost at the beginning.

"Simple and crude! Chen Yufeng won't play with you in vain, just physical confrontation! Leicester City's offense is developing rapidly!"

"Now, Chen Yufeng is going to shoot!"

As soon as Xu Yang's excitement rang out, Chen Yufeng came to the front of the football.

He probably looked up and observed the goalkeeper's position, then followed the football with his left foot and volleyed it out.

"Bang!" "Whoosh!"

The two sounds sounded almost at the same time. People only saw Chen Yufeng kicking his feet, and when they reacted, the football had already entered the near corner.

"Hiss..." Amidst the gasps, many people looked up and glanced at the game time.

Just 14 seconds into the game!
Chen Yufeng scored for Leicester City!

One to zero!

"Beautiful! Beautiful! Beautiful!"

"Chen Yufeng scored the first goal in the FA Cup final for Leicester City! Leicester City is ahead!"

"This is definitely a new record in the history of the FA Cup. It was about 15 seconds into the game! I can't think of how to play to score earlier than them!"

"Congratulations to Chen Yufeng! He is moving towards the goal that everyone expects!"

"This goal must have been a big blow to Arsenal. I can probably guess Wenger's expression at this moment. Indeed, it came too soon."

"..."

In the stadium, Chen Yufeng took off his clothes and rushed to the sidelines waving his arms.

This is a yellow card action, and it is indeed unreasonable to receive a yellow card at the beginning.

But he is not an impulsive person. For a player like him, as long as he does not take the initiative to flop and get a card, there is basically no possibility of getting a second one!

Besides, it's the finals. He scores a goal in 14 seconds and officially hits the Grand Slam!

What happened to stripping down to celebrate?
What's wrong? !

"Yeahh——!!!" Tens of thousands of Leicester City fans at Wembley rioted. This was a real riot.

Because the King Power Stadium is too small, with a capacity of only more than 30,000 people, and there are away fans in each game, generally only more than 20,000 people can come, so even if their shouts are loud and shocking, it will not feel like an explosion.

But Wembley Stadium is different. Today's Leicester City fans are different. They came to about 60,000 people.

"The opening lead! We want a grand slam!"

"Chen Yufeng! My true god!"

"What other words can I use to describe you! Really, I love you to death!"

"This attack is so exciting, a familiar Leicester-style counterattack!"

"Hahahaha! Ahahaha! We are going to win the cup! Two times in ten days!"

"Triple Crown winner, Leicester City is here! Now, even if Arsenal can equalize the score, I won't believe that they can win the championship in the end!"

"This is our team!"

"..."

The fans roared excitedly, and all the substitute players on the sidelines got up from their seats, waving their hands and standing on the sideline to celebrate.

Ranieri tried his best to appear expressionless and strategizing, but his red face still betrayed him.

As for Steve Walsh?

He didn't know where he went to celebrate, and no one saw his shadow.

The excited steps back and forth kicked up the dirt on the field, making the place covered with a shallow thick fog, as if a rally car had just passed here.

But if you look carefully, you can see that there is no such heavy fog. It is just a filter in front of bloodshot eyes. On the contrary, the sunlight shining on the grass is particularly bright.

In front of the Arsenal coaching bench, Wenger folded his arms and lowered his head in a chaotic atmosphere.

His tie was a little skewed at the beginning. In the past, this was something he would never accept.

But at this moment, he really couldn't focus on his outfit anymore. His eyes only saw chaos, an irreversible chaos.

It's obviously just the beginning, but the powerlessness I often feel from Leicester City is here again.

Will this game be a close confrontation or a complete defeat?
Wenger doesn't know, he only knows that if he wants to win, he may only hope for a miracle.

(End of this chapter)