Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 391 The champion is born in the pouring rain! The final whistle blows! (Please vote for the two-in-one chapter)
In the last thirty seconds of stoppage time in the first half, Real Madrid played a wonderful fast break.

Isco received a direct pass from Toni Kroos and turned around to get rid of Kante who was marking him.

"Bang!" Before Kanter caught up, Isco passed the ball to the right.

There, Carvajal had plugged in at high speed.

Looking at the crowded penalty area, Carvajal chose to believe in Ronaldo!
After sending the ball, he looked towards the center, and out of the corner of his eye he saw the excited Real Madrid fans on both sides getting up.

In the stands, the commentary team from Portugal noticed Ronaldo and Huth taking off at the same time.

After discovering the perfect spot for the ball, their voices became extremely frantic.

"Ronaldo!!" They also believe in Ronaldo!
"Bang!!" Ronaldo suppressed Huth and hit a powerful and heavy header. At this moment, his dominant attributes were fully revealed.

The football quickly passed Schmeichel's hands and hit the blind spot of the goal!

The ball went in!
One to one!

"Just have fun winning the Triple Crown. This is already a unique achievement in the history of your club! Stop spying on the Champions League!"

"Yeah, it's good to reach the Champions League final. Do they still want to win the quadruple crown?"

He turned around and told his assistant, "Let Bell warm up well in the midfield. In the second half, we have to strengthen our offense."

"Oh...!" This move made the already excited Real Madrid fans fall into even greater carnival.

"Come on! Madrid! I want to see our players on the podium again! We want to get the golden medal! Get the Big Ears Cup!"

It’s even more complicated than the European Cup.

His arrangement is relatively safe.

Leicester City fans responded quickly, and some fans from both sides cursed on the dividing line.

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As the heroes who helped their teams take the lead, and as the people who scored the opponent's goal in the final, the emotions between the two of them are very complicated.

Cardiff's Millennium Stadium is one of those not-so-famous but grand and beautiful stadiums. I don't know whether I like this stadium or this final.

"..."

Chen Yufeng looked at the crowded stands and the clouds on the ceiling in the distance, and his desire to win reached its peak.

Real Madrid seized the opportunity and scored against Leicester City!
This is not unexpected, but it is indeed an important motivation for Real Madrid players at this time!
They felt in control of the game again.

The Real Madrid players became violently agitated and roared towards the Leicester City fans area to compensate for the ten minutes of fear.

Players from both sides of the court walked towards the tunnel. Most of them had their heads lowered, looking very stressed.

"I believe the situation and data panel in the first half were enough to surprise the majority of fans. Leicester City has actually reached such a level?"

"The only Champions League awards that Leicester City can win are Chen Yufeng's Golden Boot Award, and possibly the Best Player Award, and the team's Fair Play Award. These are useless!"

Because it wasn't the final, Ronaldo didn't think the contest was fair!

"We will defend our Champions League title!"

"This is where the real showdown is, and the winner must be me." The two of them thought in their hearts, and they both saw the strong fighting spirit in each other's eyes.

"Besides Chen Yufeng, what else do you have? Mahrez? He is not as valuable as Bale!"

"It's still relatively evenly matched."

"As long as the players eliminate their subconscious worries about the uncertainty of the dark horse team, the rest will be easy to handle. In addition, let Nacho be ready at any time. In the second half, we have to replace the defender after taking the lead."

"Beep! Beep--!" At this time, the referee blew the whistle at the end of the first half.

Bell wasted no time. Knowing that the half-time whistle was about to sound, he stood up and ran directly to the sideline to warm up.

Ronaldo shouted while rushing to the sidelines. He came to the corner flagpole, turned around, held the corner flagpole with one hand, and waved his fist with the other hand, "Siu...!!!"

Even if he knew that he would definitely kill him and come back.

Zidane, who was on the sidelines of the court, also raised his hands and celebrated the goal with a smile.

"In the Champions League final, these four words can also inspire the fighting spirit of Leicester City players and allow them to explode into a different fighting capacity than before."

The assistant nodded slightly and called Gareth Bale from the bench.

Before Chen Yufeng walked into the tunnel, he looked back at the court.

"The second half of the game is about to begin, and players from both sides have already walked out of the tunnel."

Chen Yufeng somehow got together with Ronaldo again, it was like a pull from somewhere.

Everyone believes that they will defeat Leicester City, once again ascend the throne that should belong to them, and complete the defense of the title!
"Goooooaaaalll...!!!" the Portuguese commentator drawled in passionate celebration.

"I think so. The performance of the Triple Crown has already shown a lot. British football has always been advanced and developed. A team that can come out on top in this sea of ​​blood for two consecutive years will naturally have its merits."

The two didn't say much, and even when they looked at each other, they no longer smiled, and the atmosphere became tense.

Real Madrid players in white quickly came up to surround him and tackle him down.

It’s time to change the forward and step up the offense!

"From a statistical point of view, the two teams have almost the same number of shots. Real Madrid's number of shots on target is only one higher than Leicester City's, and the difference in the number of dangerous attacks is not more than five."

He really didn't want to leave with regret at such an important watershed stage in his life.

"There may only be 45 minutes left until the winner is announced, so let's stay tuned."

While Huang Jianxiang was still making a basic introduction, Liu Yue next to him suddenly saw something, said "Huh", and then laughed.

I saw in the player tunnel beside the court, after the players from both sides came out, Ranieri and Zidane also strolled out from there.

The only difference from the first half is that Ranieri has an extra suit on his shirt, which is his khaki suit...

This suit is already known to almost everyone.

People like items with stories and know what they represent.

"This is Ranieri's silent encouragement to the players. I believe the players will feel it! I hope the players can live up to their expectations and not let this suit, which symbolizes the championship, destroy its uniqueness." Liu Yue sighed.

"Yes, but actually wearing this outfit in the Champions League final also means that Ranieri is satisfied with the team reaching this point. No matter what, it still makes sense."

Huang Jianxiang added that he had found a way out for Leicester City. He did not want fans to have too high expectations.

You can't expect miracles every time, because miracles are rare.

"Beep!"

At this time, the referee blew the whistle to start the second half of the game.

The final forty-five minutes of regular time officially begins at this moment!
Zidane did not replace Bale for the time being. He was cautious and planned to wait and see the situation after a few minutes before making a decision.

After observing for a while, he found that the rhythm of both sides had not slowed down at all, but when the offensive threat became more and more serious, Zidane finally made a move.

Fifty-sixth minute of the game.

The first substitution adjustment of the game occurred. World-class winger Gareth Bale stood on the sidelines and replaced Isco!
Modric came to the attacking midfielder position, and Real Madrid changed their formation to a familiar four-three-three attack!
This is a substitution adjustment that can change the situation!

No matter good or bad, when Bell comes up, he will definitely break some balance and create a new confrontation situation!
What exactly it is, people don’t know yet.

Everyone only saw Bell touching the turf after high-fiving Isco, praying, and then staring at Chen Yufeng's figure for a long time with eyes burning with vengeful fireworks.

He and Ronaldo were both defeated by the Belgian team in the European Cup.

They were determined at that time to one day get everything back in club competitions.

Today, the opportunity comes.

"Come on!" After arriving on the court, Bell and Ronaldo high-fived each other. Both of them knew what the other was thinking.

The game restarted, and the fast-paced and strong confrontation situation began again.

The best viewing experience is definitely the neutral fans who came to the stadium today. They have no home team to support and can accept whoever wins or loses, so there is no tension.

Real Madrid played a wonderful attack, they could cheer loudly, and Leicester City shot on the counterattack, they could also stand up and prepare to celebrate.

This game is so exciting...

It has been even more so since Bell came up.

"The time has officially passed 65 minutes, and the period of high scoring is gradually approaching. Both sides are pursuing goals with all their strength. No one wants to drag the game into overtime!"

"The yellow cards on Marcelo and Ramos not only have an impact on Real Madrid's defense, but are also a drag on the offense!"

"Especially the former. He is an important variable in Real Madrid's wing attack. However, because he was afraid of being fouled after losing his position, Marcelo did not even try to attack once in the second half!"

"Needless to say, Ramos, as a central defender with strong offensive attributes, he often goes forward and acts as an attacker during counterattacks! But he didn't dare to do that today."

"Before, when they couldn't come back, they would probably use tactical fouls to delay the game. Now, they don't have the leverage to commit tactical fouls."

"Bale breaks through with the ball, can he get past the young Chilwell?"

"..."

On the wing of Leicester City's backcourt, Chilwell lowered his center of gravity and was ready to start at any time.

But even if he put his concentration at the highest level, he still couldn't follow Bell when he started to speed up.

"Bang!" Bell simply and rudely threw the ball forward, looked at the middle and then passed a pass.

The ball was passed very thiefly. Instead of looking for his teammate on the flat line, he hit an inverted triangle, creating a shot opportunity for Toni Kroos who followed up.

Toni Cross, this is a character who often appears in the highlights of the arc.

Faced with such a good opportunity, he aimed at the right corner of the goal and kicked the ball out.

The football flew towards the goal at high speed against the ground, drawing a strange arc in the process, but because the angle given at the beginning was too big, it flew out of the goal.

"Ah..." Real Madrid fans hugged their heads and were filled with regret.

Toni Kroos winked and waved to apologize to Bale on the wing.

Zidane let out a long sigh on the sidelines and could only lament his bad luck.

This scene happened again six minutes later.

This time it was Cristiano Ronaldo's breakthrough. It stands to reason that he, who is about the same age as Chen Yufeng, should not be able to outrun Ashraf.

But he simply used his experience and physical position to leave Ashraf behind.

"Oh!"

Ronaldo made crosses from the wing, and Benzema and Bell had good headers. He sometimes made crosses to find teammates, which was more reasonable.

In the middle, Benzema leaped high. At a certain moment, he seemed to be wearing angel wings and became the hope of saving Real Madrid.

"Bang!!" The header flew straight and straight into Schmeichel's arms.

"Bang!" Schmeichel confiscated the ball directly without even giving a corner kick.

Real Madrid fans scratched their heads and stamped on the ground, and the scene suddenly became noisy.

It's all Benzema's fault, it's all Benzema's fault!
I can’t even seize the opportunity to feed it to my mouth!

You will be punished for wasting opportunities!

"Whoa!" Schmeichel threw the ball, and he threw it directly near the midline, allowing Chen Yufeng to fight for the top.

Ramos was behind Chen Yufeng. With the yellow card in hand, he did not dare to make any small moves behind his back. He could only judge the bounce and placement.

In this case, the winner is of course Chen Yufeng.

The football rubbed Chen Yufeng's scalp and flew behind him. Mahrez on the other side jumped in at high speed, passing all the Real Madrid players and forming a single shot.

suddenly!

The scene suddenly changed!

Leicester City got a single chance at an unexpected time!

Is there really a metaphysics, and waste of opportunities will be punished immediately? !

Even Chen Yufeng, who headed the ball backwards, did not expect that Mahrez's movement was too ghostly. He had already had this awareness to step forward to meet the ball.

"Benzema!!" Real Madrid fans wailed. If Leicester City scores this goal, they will definitely smash Benzema's social media after the game.

Mahrez rushed towards Real Madrid goalkeeper Navas at high speed, and the latter came out of the small penalty area with a nervous look on his face, ready to attack.

Ramos and Marcelo both chased up at high speed. They knew the game time. If Leicester City were to hit a ball and then set up a bus to defend, they would be in danger.

"Kill him! Kill him!" Ramos shouted.

The brains of Navas and Marcelo were shut down at the same time, and they didn't know who should go up to fuck Mahrez.

In a daze, he saw a hint of killing intent in Navas's eyes, and when he wanted to rush out of the penalty area and make a sliding tackle for the final wave... Marcelo closed his eyes and pulled the back corner of Mahrez's clothes.

"Fuck?!" Mahrez jumped angrily after being pulled to a stop. He shouted loudly and turned around to make gestures with Marcelo.

But after seeing the complexity and determination in Marcelo's eyes, he just swallowed slightly, raised his hand to push, and then patted Marcelo on the back.

Marcelo must have known his fate. He knew before he stretched out his hand that there was nothing he could do to save the team...

"Beep!" the referee's whistle sounded, and a ruby ​​card was taken out from the back of his pants.

A foul blocks the opponent's perfect opportunity and ends the game straight away.

"I made a profit. I split this straight red. I took three cards before going down." Marcelo was still joking with his brothers before going off the field.

He wanted to comfort himself and his teammates at the same time.

Benzema in the frontcourt lowered his head in a very complicated mood, blaming himself.

The expressions of others were not very good either. Most of them gave Marcelo hugs and encouragement and forced smiles.

Zidane on the sidelines touched his head and pursed his lips to signal Nacho to warm up.

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On the other side, the mood of Leicester City fans is actually not that good.

Originally, when this happened, it was comparable to a goal, and they should have cheered.

But the problem is...

At this point near the end of the game, Mahrez got a solo goal. With his skills, he would probably score the ball in an extremely safe way like a lob. As a result, Marcelo caught him.

Although the red card appeared, I still feel that it would be better to score a goal. If Real Madrid is determined to defend and counterattack, the ten-man combat effectiveness will be very strong.

Maybe your team attacks because there is one less player on the opposite side, and the opposite side counterattacks and steals one. Wouldn't that make people laugh even more?
"Bah, bang, bang..." The Leicester City fans, who were in mixed moods, finally applauded. They could only curse Marcelo in their hearts.

There is definitely no problem with our own players.

"Don't worry too much, trust the players! Forget Mahrez's one-handed goal, isn't the situation going to us?" a Leicester City fan comforted.

"Yeah, Real Madrid often wastes opportunities. Just pretend that Mahrez didn't score a single goal and earned a red card!" Some people gradually understood.

"Hahahaha, that's right, we should cheer more enthusiastically!" A few people clapped their hands faster, and the cheering voices amplified.

They also gradually led more people to change their minds and moods and regain their strength.

People have to conquer themselves, otherwise they will not be happy. Overall, Leicester City still made money.

Three or four minutes later, the substitution card on the sidelines was raised.

It wasn't Nacho, it was Leicester City's Miroslav Klose standing on the sidelines.

Klose, who will celebrate his 5th birthday in five days, already has some wrinkles on his face and his hair is no longer combed so high and flamboyant.

He high-fived Vardy with a smile, raised his hands in the air to greet the Leicester City fans, then took a deep breath and ran onto the pitch.

Can the dream be fulfilled?

Just look at today!

Just by setting foot on the venue for the Champions League final, Klose was already filled with emotions, his eyes were a little sour, and he seemed to want to burst into tears.

This is the place that haunts him. He thought he would never be able to do it again in his life, and he gave up... Who would have thought that after coming to Leicester City this year, he would have the opportunity to stand in front of Leicester City? Here it is.

And, have the opportunity to end the game with your own hands.

There are about twenty minutes left in regular time, and there is one less player on the opposite side. He has every chance to score, as long as he has the chance!
"Klose! Run more and play as if it's the last twenty minutes of your life!" Chen Yufeng's encouraging voice rang in his ears.

Klose laughed, and then his expression gradually became serious.

Leicester City threw a foul ball from the wing and the offense and defense restarted.

After playing one less player, Real Madrid had no clue. They tightened their defensive formation, with Toni Kroos temporarily on the wing. Casemiro was still responsible for sweeping the midfielder position.

Even Benzema took a few steps back and stood near the midfield.

Only Ronaldo and Bale are left on the forward line.

But don't underestimate their configuration. As long as Bell and Ronaldo get good opportunities, one is the main breakthrough and the other is the main finisher, they still have the ability to score goals.

It's just weakened compared to before.

After another two minutes, Nacho replaced Benzema and stood at full-back.

Real Madrid changed their formation 432 and decided to fight Leicester City to the end.

But whether they admit it or not, the best way left for them is to postpone the game to overtime, then think of a way, and if it doesn't work, be ready to take a penalty kick.

Zidane began to pace back and forth on the sidelines, sometimes closing his eyes, sometimes looking nervously at the pocket watch on his wrist.

"Boom!" Suddenly there was thunder in the distance.

Everyone looked up in shock, only to realize that the light was indeed much darker, the sky was terribly overcast, and there would be a storm on this field at any time.

"Crash!" Not long after I had this idea, heavy rain began to pour on the ground, and everyone's visibility became lower.

"Stormy?" A smile appeared on Chen Yufeng's lips.

God, are you trying to make the catharsis of the winners more crazy and the melancholy of the losers more despair?

This is destined to be an impressive day, and Chen Yufeng hopes he will be the former.

"Oh!"

Real Madrid took a corner kick, and the water-stained football became heavier. It did not fly to the expected place, then fell quickly and bounced on the ground.

The accumulated water caused the football to fly faster after hitting the ground, and it narrowly crossed the Leicester City penalty area without anyone touching it!

On the other side, Chilwell stopped the ball before it bounced off the ground again.

Looking at the open wing and Toni Kroos, who is not very defensive in the distance, he chose to break through!

"Bang..." Chilwell threw the ball out, and with the courage of a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, he advanced all the way along the left wing without any intention of passing the ball.

He had actually been observing the movements of Chen Yufeng and Mahrez out of the corner of his eye, but he was concealed better and was not discovered.

When Toni Kroos came to his side, Chilwell made a forward movement, and then stepped out to the right.

Extremely violent!

After coming to the front of the football again this time, Chilwell did not go for the ball again. Instead, he chose to volley the football, which had the effect of sticking to the ground and passed to Mahrez at the far end!
"I can!" Nacho had just come on the field, eager to make contributions, and rushed towards the football line.

However, the thin layer of water still accelerated the pass to the ground, making Nacho's judgment wrong.

When he found that his outstretched toes did not hit the football, Nacho was already covered in cold sweat.

How could Mahrez give him a second chance to react?
When Nacho turned around, he found Mahrez receiving the ball and inserting it near the penalty area.

Center back Varane pushed against him, and the defensive situation in the penalty area was changing rapidly.

"Oh!"

Mahrez passed the ball behind Varane, where Chen Yufeng ran diagonally.

"I'll follow him and keep an eye on the inverted triangle!" Ramos directed his teammates and came to Chen Yufeng's side.

He can block Chen Yufeng's passing route, but he cannot restrict the inverted triangle position, so he must remind his teammates.

After Chen Yufeng received the ball, it was still difficult to turn around.

He used his body to separate Ramos from the ball, and when he pretended to observe Ramos, he was actually observing the situation in the penalty area.

Now if you forcefully turn around and break through, the probability of success is about 60 to 40, six for him and four for Ramos.

Is there a better way?

Chen Yufeng's brain was running rapidly.

"Bang!!"

Suddenly, his script kicked out as if he could, and Arnold passed the ball on the ground, aiming directly at Ramos' crotch!
Chen Yufeng admitted that this move was because he saw that Klose was already outflanking him.

But he had to admit that he acted first and then reacted.

At this moment, the body reacts faster than the brain.

Muscle memory!

Ramos suddenly closed his crotch, hoping that he could block or clamp the football, but there was no feeling in his legs!
He first looked down subconsciously, and then heard two sounds - "Bang!" "Swish!"

Then, while looking back, he clearly caught sight of the Leicester City fans standing up from their seats.

"Yeah...!!!"

Ramos finally turned his head and finally saw Klose, who was flying in his direction and pointing one hand at Chen Yufeng.

He instantly felt his vision go dark, as if he had lost something very important.

Ramos' eyes became distracted and his brain became dizzy. He believed that other Real Madrid players would feel the same way.

"The ball is in! The ball is in!!!"

"Veteran Miroslav Klose scored Leicester City's second goal! In the 83rd minute of the game!!! Beautiful goal, the goal that killed the game!!"

"Is it possible for Leicester City to win the Champions League with this goal?!"

"The assist from Chen Yufeng, the wonderful and fast passing cooperation from Leicester City's frontcourt! Great Leicester City veteran, great Leicester City captain!"

Huang Jianxiang once again closed his eyes and roared with enjoyment. He enjoyed this emotion, this feeling, "The fans of Leicester City are going crazy! They know what they are getting close to!"

"Can you imagine? At the end of the game, the leading team was Leicester City!!"

"The referee's finger points to the arc of the center circle. There is no problem with the ball. It came suddenly, but it came in a regular manner!!"

"The storm is roaring at the Millennium Stadium. It certainly does not have a history of a thousand years, but it may have witnessed a miracle today that can only be seen once in a thousand years!"

"Klose rushed to the side of the court. What kind of celebration will the nearly 39-year-old veteran do?"

"..."

On the side of the court, Chen Yufeng had already retreated to the rhythm of Klose's charge. He came to the corner flagpole and faced the falling rain with his mouth growing and roaring.

He grabbed the corner flagpole with one hand and pointed toward the open space in front of him with the other.

"Crash..."

"Yeah...!!"

The sound of rain, the roar of fans, and the sound from his own throat filled Chen Yufeng's ears.

He didn't know if Klose could hear it, but he still shouted: "Somersault! Somersault!"

Klose didn't hear, he didn't even see, his world was hazy.

But he knew what he had to do.

Under the gaze of more than 70,000 people in the audience, Klose jumped up from the ground, rolled forward, and landed firmly after a lap.

He succeeded!

The huge joy stimulated his body, allowing him to jump to a sufficient height and rotation power!

Perfect somersault!
The memorable Kirschner somersault!

"God! Do you know what you did?!" Mahrez ran over, his expression seemed to want to eat Klose.

Albrighton, Kante, Drinkwater, Morgan, Chilwell, and Huth also arrived one after another.

Except Schmeichel stayed in the backcourt, everyone else came over!

Klose was quickly knocked down and stacked up.

There were people wearing substitute vests on the sidelines who came in and joined the crowd, but everyone must have a sense of propriety, and many people were trying their best to help support.

"We did it! We did it! God! My God!" Steve Walsh on the sidelines relied on his strong body to forcibly pick up Ranieri.

The rain had already turned Ranieri's clothes into dark brown, but the bright smile on his face never faded at all.

The fourth official watched the two men warily from the side. He was afraid that the two men would rush onto the court at this time.

On the other side, Zidane was mumbling something.

It's not like speaking to others, nor is it speaking to yourself, because it doesn't seem to be a language at all.

Cristiano Ronaldo's eyes were cast this way, and the CEO's expression was somewhat questioning and anxious.

He doesn't want to lose, really doesn't want to lose.

As for the Great Saint Bell?

He bowed with a dull expression and put his hands on his knees. He must have felt an inexplicable familiar feeling.

In this way, the two sides spent two minutes in an extremely unequal mood, and then returned to the court and listened to the referee blowing the whistle to start the game again.

The Leicester City players had murderous intent in their eyes, and the Real Madrid players tried their best to hide the fact that they were not confident.

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"Real Madrid presses hard and makes a last-ditch effort! At this moment, I really want to say that sentence, that is, the time left for Real Madrid is really running out!"

"Bale passed the ball! Ronaldo didn't hit it, so he was a little anxious!"

"Pass forward! Mahrez!"

"A through ball! Real Madrid's backcourt is very empty! Football is very fast. Can Chen Yufeng receive this pass?" Huang Jianxiang's voice sounded again.

Liu Yue, who was next to him, was so excited that he couldn't tell the priority of the explanation, so he directly grabbed the words: "He pushed away Ramos! He caught the football! Chen Yufeng! Can he kill the game?!"

"We still have to pass! Navas gives it a try! He didn't hook the football!"

"The game is about to end...!"

Under the increasingly crazy commentary style of the two, Chen Yufeng passed Navas with a simple spike, leaving an empty goal.

He couldn't help but glance at the position of the goal, even though the empty goal was less than two meters away from him.

"Oh!"

The push came out and the football hit the net without any suspense.

Chen Yufeng turned around and rushed to the side. He closed his eyes at this moment, feeling the pleasure of traveling against the wind and the feeling of the rain hitting his face.

All of this told him that everything he saw before him was true!
Scored twice!

Three to one Real Madrid!

They are going to win!
Chen Yufeng's ears suddenly started ringing. He couldn't hear the cheers of the fans, nor could he hear his own cheers. He could only see every teammate rushing over, mumbling something.

He smiled.

Two minutes later, when Real Madrid's offense failed again, the referee on duty put his whistle in his mouth and blew the whistle that symbolized the birth of an immortal legend.

"Beep! Beep! Beep--!"

This time, Chen Yufeng heard it clearly.

He knelt on the ground almost exhausted, clenched his hands into fists, tightened his arms in front of his chest, and then roared wildly, "Yeah!!"

"Yeah...!!!"

"Yeah...!!!"

Until the feeling of retching comes over me, until my throat gradually becomes hoarse!

(End of this chapter)