Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 65: Chen Binghua’s anger, no one wants me to be this agent (please read)
October 10.28, Kingston upon Hull, Yorkshire, England.

This is a very pleasant port city with a very comfortable climate in this season. It is currently the best vacation spot for many travelers who like tranquility.

At the same time, there is also a professional football club here, Hull City, playing in the British Champions League.

This is Leicester City's opponent in the quarter-finals of the EFL Cup.

Earlier in the day, Leicester City's traveling fans had traveled several hours by bus from Leicestershire.

After eating at noon, they went to the local tavern and were tipsy while waiting for the game to start.

Having reached the quarterfinals, even if the final hope of winning the championship is very slim, they will give the team the support they deserve.

This is more like a culture that has been passed down, giving maximum support to their favorite club.

Today, this culture has become a responsibility, carried on the shoulders of every fan.

Of course, as said before, for this predominantly working class Leicestershire fan base.

In the boring life, there is a team that can adjust their lives every week, stimulate their hope for life, and often bring them great joy.

This is already a very good feeling.

What football culture brings to them is more than what they pay for.

This is why people love this fascinating sport so much.

An hour before the game started, Leicester City fans surrounded a tavern and chatted miscellaneously.

"These are guys who only care about their own small profits, arrogant guys!"

In the center of the pub, Chen Binghua appeared here, wearing Leicester City's No. 66 jersey, holding his mobile phone and couldn't help but make an angry sound.

A few days ago, he very humbly sent cooperation invitations to three outstanding agents.

Throughout the process, he kept his status very low and expressed respect for the other person.

Logically speaking, he felt that Chen Yufeng's current performance was comparable to that of a first-line player and worthy of such a top agent.

Unexpectedly, all of them were rejected...

"Agent, right? After all, I have some experience after working for so many years. Since no one wants me, I will continue to be my own agent!"

Chen Binghua was a little angry, not because of himself, but more because Chen Yufeng was ignored.

This kind of indifference has existed between him and his son for so many years.

He originally thought that his son, who had performed brilliantly this year, would gain more respect and attention.

Unexpectedly, due to age, it still didn't work.

Isn't this bullshit?
"I don't believe Yu Feng is so self-disciplined. How could he be at the end of his career?"

Looking at the dazzling words in the reply, Chen Binghua put down his phone, "He will definitely be able to play for many seasons, win many honors, and make everyone regret it!"

Having been deeply involved in the fan circle for some time, his overall style has changed somewhat and he has gradually become one with these fans.

When they have mood swings, each of them will share with each other and encourage each other.

"It's okay, Old Chen, your child will definitely become a superstar." The Leicester City fan next to him put his arm around Chen Binghua's shoulders and consoled him: "Look at his performance now, four goals and five assists!"

"Looking at the Premier League, these are one-of-a-kind statistics, not to mention how high his value will rise if he records a double-double at the end of the season."

"Yes, don't worry, Old Chen. Xiao Chen will definitely make these people regret it as you said." An old fan tugged on his beard and encouraged him.

"Mendez Slaiola and Barnett? They are both short-sighted guys, especially the old guy Barnett!" Someone seemed to have heard about the three of them and said indignantly.

"Chen Yufeng is so good, Old Chen, you will definitely become a top agent because of your son." Someone next to him patted Chen Binghua on the shoulder.

"I believe in him. The hardest days are over."

Chen Binghua drank the foamy beer in one gulp with a firm look in his eyes, "The road ahead must be full of sweetness."

"He can definitely do it. This is just the beginning."

"Yes, come on Chen Yufeng!" Someone responded, and the entire Leicester City crowd in the bar followed suit to express their support for Chen Yufeng.

Today, ten rounds of the Premier League have passed, and Chen Yufeng has become one of every fan's favorite Leicester City players.

In their view, it is not only because of the similar experience with this team, but also because of this player's ability to continue to contribute to the team and perform wonderfully.

"Okay, the game is about to start, let's get in!"

Not long after, following a fan's call, all the fans stood up from their seats and walked out of the pub.

They quickly raised the blue and white scarves of Leicester City and sang the Leicester City team anthem on the street, looking for people who were also Leicester City fans.

"When you are smiling...!"

"The whole world smiles with you...!"

This slow-paced song seems to have become a symbol on this pleasant island, summoning Leicester City fans who come to watch the game.

More people walked into the venue because of the common fan organization, and a few walked into the infield accompanied by singing.

They come together to cheer for the team.

At [-]:[-] in the afternoon, as the fans settled down at Hull City's home court, they quickly started a confrontation with the Hull City fans.

The fans' war broke out here first.

Hull City fans put up brown neon lights, which is the color of their team's totem logo!
They hope that God will come down today and give their players the strength to win this EFL Cup quarter-finals!
For fans of these English Championship teams, especially those whose home teams have no hope of promotion.

Their biggest expectation every season is often to see their home team achieve success in the cup. It is best to defeat more Premier League teams and go further.

This will also give them a great morale boost and keep them in a good mood throughout the season.

"Premier League teams? You mean Newcastle, West Ham United, Everton? Sorry, we defeated them cleanly at home, but they can't do it either..." This is what every English Championship fan thinks when facing other players in the Championship. As fans and friends of the team, I longed for what I could say proudly.

In the stadium, Leicester City fans were not to be outdone, hugging their shoulders passionately and continuing to shout.

They are all waiting for the players to come out for this English League Cup quarter-finals battle.

(End of this chapter)