Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 61 What?Mr. Ranieri rushed over and punched? (Seeking for further reading)

As Chen Yufeng coolly slid down the wing, the shouts of the Leicester City fans seemed to engulf the entire stadium and turn it into their own home court.

On the other hand, many Crystal Palace fans had dark faces and became silent.

"That wasn't a foul at all!"

They were still happy because no penalty kick was awarded just now, but now their faces turned to gloom and they began to complain about the referee.

"Yes, Vardy dived on our penalty area line. The referee should give him a yellow card and the old guy's goal should be disallowed!"

Many fans spoke out shamelessly, as if they had forgotten what they looked like just now.

Looking at the Leicester people celebrating wildly off the pitch, they felt their faces were a little hot, as if they had been slapped.

It’s uncomfortable, it’s uncomfortable…

Crystal Palace fans looked at Chen Yufeng fiercely, hoping that the team would be able to score a goal to get this place back later.

On the sidelines of the court, Alan Pardu, like their fans, began to act rogue around the fourth official.

"You should really watch the replay, his leg didn't trip Vardy at all! It was a dive!"

"You can't make such a penalty on our home court!"

The fourth official glanced at Alan Pardu coldly, without any reply, but with a bit of disgust in his eyes.

Alan Pardew, this is a head coach that makes it difficult to find advantages.

He is stubborn, arrogant, rogue, and arrogant.

If it weren't for the fact that the results of leading the team are often pretty good, this coach would have been abandoned by the football world.

"Please return to your seat, otherwise I will ask the referee for a yellow card." As if he couldn't bear it anymore, the fourth official said coldly.

"Fake!" Alan Pardew threw his right hand high and walked towards his position very dissatisfied.

After taking two steps, he suddenly felt a gust of wind coming from beside him.

Turning around, he saw Ranieri clenching his fists, passing by him, all the way to the Crystal Palace coach's seat, and waving his fists three times in a row.

"Yeah...Yeah...Yeahhh...!"

Every time he punched, he was accompanied by three high-pitched roars from Leicester City fans. Both sides cooperated well.

"Hao Li... Xie Te!"

Alan Pardew seemed to be going crazy. His first reaction was to turn his head and look behind him at the Crystal Palace fan zone, pointing at Ranieri and complaining.

Crystal Palace fans quickly denounced Ranieri's behavior, and a huge burst of boos sounded. Some even couldn't control their emotions and even threw water bottles and other things at Ranieri.

"boom!"

A very lucky water bottle came over and hit me in the head.

However, it was Alan Pardu who fell to the ground standing next to Ranieri.

He was hit...

"It's all bullshit!"

Alan Pardu covered his head. It looked like a bottle filled with half a dozen water. It was still very harmful to come down from a high altitude.

On the other side, Ranieri suppressed a smile and walked towards his coaching seat.

This is just treating the other person with his own way. If he can score again later, he will come back.

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The half of the game ended not long after, and the players from both sides were ready to start the second half of the battle.

Crystal Palace's offense gradually became weak. Relying on Zaha alone to blast Fox on the wing had very little effect.

After Fox figured out Zaha's routine, the defensive success rate increased.

At the back, Zahaza, who was afraid of losing the ball and being counterattacked by Leicester City, did not dare to break out rashly and would pass the ball if there was no good opportunity when he came to the frontcourt.Leicester City, wearing the white away jersey, sparked an offensive craze at this time and completely suppressed Crystal Palace.

In the 4th minute of the game, Mahrez got a one-on-one opportunity.

After passing Crystal Palace defender Hintle near the corner of the penalty area, the subsequent shot was of low quality and was caught by the goalkeeper.

Six minutes later, Chen Yufeng made another curved pass from the wing.

Mahrez, who was at the back of the penalty area, followed up again and hit the ball with his left foot and hit a shot that bounced off the ground.

The football bounced off the ground and missed the far corner post, saving the life of the surrendered Crystal Palace goalkeeper.

Mahrez hugged his head regretfully, spat, and gave a thumbs up to Chen Yufeng on the wing.

Looking at the familiar regretful three-piece suit, Chen Yufeng couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

Why do they resemble a certain group?

Could it be that Mahrez is also studying, or eating something unlucky with Shinji Oka?

Around the 605th minute of the game, the perfect opportunity finally arrived.

It's Kanter again. He was in particularly good condition in today's start, as if he wanted to firmly occupy this position.

When Zaha was dribbling the ball at high speed and about to reach the penalty area line, Kanter's short legs quickly scooped out and cleanly intercepted the ball from behind!
"Good shot Kanter!" Morgan encouraged after receiving the tackle, and passed the ball to Chen Yufeng who came back.

Chen Yufeng took aim at the space on the wing where Mahrez had run out, and without saying a word, he hit a long pass, instantly penetrating the Crystal Palace defense.

"Beautiful!" Mahrez received the ball and jumped in at high speed. He came to the penalty area and swept the ball across the middle. Vardy, who followed, easily pushed the ball into the net.

"Yeahhhhhh..."

As the Leicester City fans roared, Vardy waved his arms and rushed towards the corner flag area.

Chen Yufeng and Mahrez also ran towards him, with excitement on their faces.

"Another second-to-last pass, damn Mahrez, you should have hit the goal yourself."

Chen Yufeng complained jokingly after coming up, and then hugged Vardy.

"Don't do that, Mahrez. I have scored goals in many games in a row. I am the man who wants to hit the Premier League record for consecutive goals." Vardy patted Mahrez in a disgusting manner, and then looked at Chen Yufeng .

"To be honest, Yufeng, you'd better not come up to celebrate later."

Mahrez looked at Chen Yufeng and smiled: "Keep this physical fitness, you might be able to run for 3 more minutes."

"Hahahahahaha."

Several people laughed together, and the harmonious atmosphere in the team seemed to be sublimated at this moment.

Counting Kante and Kirishin Oka, they are like Leicester City's five-core midfielder and frontcourt. Each has the ability to adapt to the team's cooperation, and their relationship is also very good.

When everyone returned, the Crystal Palace fans completely shut up and fell silent, and many were even ready to leave the game early.

It's a very painful feeling to score first and get counterattacked.

"Yeah...Yeahh...Yeahhh...!"

The three familiar sounds sounded again. Alan Pardew, who was already slumped on the coach's seat and rubbing his roots absentmindedly, opened his eyes and looked forward.

He didn't see anything else. He only saw a calm figure in a suit and leather shoes. He was doing a pony walk and pumping his fist continuously with his right hand.

"Shit! It's all shit!"

Alan Pardew complained viciously, and his assistant coach quickly got up and complained to the fourth official.

Although Ranieri quickly received a yellow card warning, there was not much time left, and the probability of them equalizing or even overtaking the score was extremely slim.

"What the hell are you playing? Why don't you give their weak bodies a chance to fight for half a goal!"

Alan Pardew's mentality exploded, "Shit!"

(End of this chapter)