Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 76: Ranieri’s eight or nine clean sheets, a curve ball that touches the ground (please vote for me)
"Why don't you use your crow's mouth to encourage the players."

Leicester City coach's chair.

Seeing the game restart, Steve Walsh said to Ranieri teasingly: "No matter how I look at this pizza date, it seems like it is a spell."

Ranieri didn't speak, just sat in the coaching bench, a little depressed.

"Why do you look like this again?"

When Walsh saw his appearance, he couldn't help but said: "Under such circumstances, scoring so many points, shouldn't it be something worth celebrating?"

"At least... we have a pretty good offensive line, don't we?"

"That's true, but I still want the team to complete eight or nine clean sheets this season." Ranieri finally spoke and said depressedly: "Sometimes I am paranoid about defense."

"Eight or nine clean sheets? Oh my god."

Walsh sneered: "Come on, what you need to consider now is definitely how to control the players' physical fitness in the second half of the league so that they don't get too tired and don't get injured."

"If you still have to keep eight or nine clean sheets, isn't that just wishful thinking?"

Walsh counted on his fingers and said, "If you can get three points in this game, the team will have nine wins, three draws and one defeat in the thirteen rounds of the Premier League, and it will accumulate [-] points."

"This is already a monster level performance in the first half. Next, we will face the BIG6 of the league in a large area. If we are lucky, we can steal another two or three points. Maybe we can have 35 points in the middle of the game."

Obviously, Walsh sneered at Ranieri's mention of clean sheets, "According to what you said, if we have another eight or nine clean games, wouldn't we be able to score more than 30 points in the second half?"

"With over 70 points, we can compete for the championship, hahaha..."

Walsh laughed. He must have admired Ranieri's training of this team from the bottom of his heart, but he still didn't believe in the final championship, and even thought it was a fantasy.

The Premier League is full of powerful players, and it is much more difficult to win the championship in an upset than in other leagues.

Of course, winning the Spanish league is also difficult...

"How do you know that we can only steal two or three points against the powerful BIG6? What if we steal seven or eight points?"

Ranieri looked at Walsh laughing, smiled slightly and said.

"Oh..." Walsh shouted exaggeratedly, and then said: "Then I really can't imagine it. If that day really comes, I will definitely bring another bottle of good wine from my house to your house."

"Then I will call you Mr. Ranieri, open and pour wine for you personally, and be a waiter for a day."

"Hahahaha..." The two of them laughed together, as if they didn't care much about the matter and just thought it was a joke.

At this time, the game on the court once again ushered in changes.

During a breakthrough, Mahrez was brutally knocked down again by the opponent's full-back Janmat near the penalty area line. He hugged his legs and wailed in pain.

"Get up quickly, Algerian diving king!"

Janmaat seemed to have not recovered from the excitement of just scoring a goal. He was very excited and cursed with his head down, "You should go back to Africa!"

"Beep!" The referee's whistle then sounded, and the referee rushed over, separated the two men, and showed Janmaat a yellow card.

Free kick, Leicester City got a valuable free kick opportunity.

Everyone immediately turned to look at Chen Yufeng, a player who had scored two free kicks in the game.

Chen Yufeng came to the scene of the incident without hesitation, helped Mahrez up and picked up the football.

"Shut up, Dutch dog, you don't know what you believe after scoring a lucky goal."

Mahrez shouted angrily at Janmat next to him, touched his calf, then patted Chen Yufeng on the shoulder, "Make him pay the price."

Chen Yufeng nodded slightly, came to the penalty spot, and adjusted his breathing.

"Watch out for his curveball, line it up like in practice!"

Newcastle United head coach McClaren stood up immediately and shouted towards the court, as if he was very afraid of Chen Yufeng's free kick, "Janmatt, you go up, the height must be high!"

The goalkeeper also arranged the wall nervously, constantly adjusting his position, as if he was very scared.

Not long after, after the wall was lined up, six Newcastle United players were seen standing here, forming a huge barrier.They seem to want quantity to compete with Chen Yufeng's arc, making it more difficult for Chen Yufeng to shoot free throws.

"Walsh."

In the Leicester City coaching seat, Ranieri shouted behind him.

"No gambling."

A crisp response sounded, and Ranieri shook his head regretfully and focused his attention on the court again.

"Beep!" the referee's whistle sounded.

Chen Yufeng finally took a deep breath and started running.

During this period, since free kicks on the ground were not too common, many goalkeepers did not lie down at their feet when arranging the wall.

This exposes a big threat point. After jumping from the human wall, there must be a gap under your feet.

Especially for free kicks that are very close, one push can often send the ball into the net like a penalty kick.

This is a completely wasted scoring opportunity...

"Oh!"

After a simple run-up, Chen Yufeng made a large swing of his legs as if to shoot a curve ball, but at the last moment he kicked back the arch of his foot and pushed out the football.

"Chen Yufeng, run up... hit the goal!!"

"Hit?! Ground ball, this ball has been scored again!"

"Wow! Another incredible free kick. This ball completely caught the goalkeeper's expectations and hit it from the foot of the wall. It was so easy!"

"Chen Yufeng scored his seventh goal of the season and his fifth in the Premier League!"

"It's so freehand. He has left too many wonderful moments of his own, starting from the lob shot at the beginning, to the arcing free kick goal, the flying instep, and now the extremely imaginative... Ground ball!"

"Beautiful! The only way to describe it is beautiful!"

In the Sina Sports live broadcast room, Zhan Jun's hysterical voice sounded, providing comments to the fans in the live broadcast room.

The barrage immediately exploded. Many Chinese fans have been waiting for this goal to return to the Premier League for too long.

"????"

"Idiot! 666!"

"Who would have thought of this? I've only seen it with Ronaldinho and Messi!"

"Hahaha, this goalkeeper was deceived like a fool, it's so fierce!"

"Very beautiful!"

"It's so imaginative. We're close to ten goals in all competitions this season. This is the performance of a first-line player!"

"Brilliant!"

"..."

Countless comments were sent out immediately, marveling at Chen Yufeng's goal.

Zhan Jun and his partner Zhang Lu couldn't help but high-five and pump their fists, sitting in the studio to celebrate.

"fantastic."

Zhang Lu, who has always had few lines, mixed up a sentence after the goal, "The goalkeeper is completely helpless... he was already in front of him when he saw it."

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ps: According to the momentum yesterday, the monthly ticket will definitely exceed [-], please buddy.

(End of this chapter)