Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 93 You are such a fucking genius (please order first)
"Yeahhhh...!"

The roar of the mountain and the tsunami suddenly spread throughout the King Power Stadium. Leicester City fans hugged their heads, stood up from their seats, and opened their mouths.

"Waterfake."

Ranieri, who rarely utters bad words, raised his hands in shock and couldn't help but say Fak.

This ball is really exciting...

Vardy's initial reaction was to complain about why Chen Yufeng didn't head the ball in front of him. He even imagined that he was doing a dissatisfied action.

But the second reaction——

"You're a fucking genius!"

Vardy threw himself at Chen Yufeng with a smile on his face, waving his hands, sincerely happy for Chen Yufeng.

"When will I be able to hit this kind of long-range shot..."

Kanter watched all this blankly from behind, and couldn't help but sigh, with a look of envy on his face.

As for Chen Yufeng, he waved his hands and rushed towards the corner flag area on the left with relief.

Volley shot!

The feeling of scoring such a goal can only be expressed in two words: fun!
He felt the feeling of the solid contact of the football with his feet, the comfort of the instep wrapping the football and sending it forward, the comfort of hearing the violent sound of the ball, and the release when he saw the football touch the net!

This is a way to relieve stress and score goals, perhaps like no other!

The aesthetics of strength and precise timing judgment, in harmony, contributed to this wonderful goal!

"A volley! The ball goes in again!"

Zhan Jun's voice trembled slightly, and his voice was hoarse, "World Wave! This is a World Wave!"

"Chen Yufeng received a pass from Mahrez near the penalty area line and volleyed the ball with his right foot into the goal guarded by Courtois! Beautiful! Beautiful!"

"At this moment, you may just ask if Chen Yufeng can't stop the ball."

"Hahaha." Zhang Lu next to him laughed, still displaying his admiration, "There is a bit of Van Persie's shadow, wonderful."

On the screen of the live broadcast room, countless barrages filled the screen, and the faces of Zhan Jun and Zhang Lu could not even be seen.

The screen was filled with gifts, and the screen was filled with '666' and 'Awesome'.

This simple and crude way of expressing emotions was being emitted at a rate of hundreds per second at this moment.

"Teacher Zhan Jun teased Chen Yufeng for not being able to stop the ball, hahaha! So handsome!"

"In the last game, I just volleyed, and this time I have another one. This is simply too violent!"

"The viewing rate when he played was not one third of this. It is really hard for you to imagine that he is 30 years old and his body and bones are the same as those in his 20s."

"I don't think it's a physical problem, it's his frequent flashes of inspiration and new characteristics that appear every once in a while."

"He is an inventor. How come he can hit any ball? It's hard for you to imagine that you can see the shadows of multiple superstars in one person, and they are all vividly alive."

"The most important thing is that he just made his debut this season. Did he spend the first 18 years of his career inventing? Study the way others play, imitate others, and then practice until the Mahayana stage to debut."

"Hahaha, Dr. Chen! Great inventor!"

"..."

At the end, the excited audience even began to give Chen Yufeng nicknames, including Dr. Chen, who was also called Dr. Chen.

They didn't think about anything else, they just wanted to express their admiration for Chen Yufeng in this way.

And under the stadium at this moment.

Chen Yufeng once again completed his iconic kneeling slide on the sideline of the King Power Stadium. After getting up, he pointed his finger at Mahrez. The meaning was obvious.

He showed a smile and said, "If I had known, I would have said that I would score another one in the air in one round, and I would have asked you to give me ten years."

"Are you convinced? Do you admit it?"

Mahrez was still in a daze, his mood at this time was very complicated.

On the one hand, he is happy for this goal and happy for his assist.

On the other hand, he didn't want to admit that he lost the bet he made with Chen Yufeng so quickly.

After laughing, Mahrez finally had no choice but to step forward and high-five Chen Yufeng, "For the sake of giving me an extra assist, I admit that I lost."

"Hahahaha..." Shinji Oka next to him laughed and said something that made Mahrez instantly blush, "Actually, the most abstract thing is that you assisted the ball yourself."

"I want to see how you give Yufeng a massage after you go back, hahaha."

Under the laughter of everyone around him, Chen Yufeng jogged toward his half of the court with his teammates.

Nine goals and nine assists!
It's very close to a double-double!
…………

The game restarted soon, and Chelsea's players were even more motivated. Only a few points were still chasing goals, and most of them had already started to defend.

Seeing this, Mourinho stood on the edge of the court and sniffed a few times, as if he had a cold.

The madman finally lowered his head at the King Power Stadium and paced back and forth along the sideline of the stadium.

He seemed to already know his fate.

Before the game, Abramovich had already issued an ultimatum.

And with this world-famous goal, the mentality of their players was completely shattered, and Chelsea's last breath was missed.

The suspense is gone.

"call……"

Mourinho took a deep breath, stepped deeply on the soft grass, and suddenly felt enlightened.

From the failure of Real Madrid to the complete failure of Chelsea's second phase today.He wonders if he will still maintain that magic and pride in the future...

Madman Mourinho hesitated for the first time.

Looking not far away, Ranieri, who had been scolded by himself in front of the media many times, was standing there upright and confidently under the cheers of the fans, becoming an out-and-out winner. .

Mourinho smiled slightly, then returned to his seat and stopped talking.

Seeing Chen Yufeng catching the ball on the court again, Mourinho turned his head and said to his assistant: "He is incredible, right?"

"Um……"

The assistant coach's expression was a little anxious. He really wanted to see Mourinho standing on the sidelines to encourage the players, or change tactics to awaken the players' fighting spirit to continue fighting.

But looking at Mourinho's appearance at this time, this possibility is unlikely. He has no intention of walking to the sideline anymore.

The Madman has suffered another phased failure and may need time to slow down.

"Am I getting old? Why am I losing control."

Mourinho seemed to be muttering to himself or chatting with the assistant coach next to him, "That Asian from Belgium can swim upstream and be born at the age of 30."

"Why is it that the closer I am to the age where I should have experience and experience, the more I can no longer do it?"

His voice was very soft and small. "In comparison, in the coaching industry, other coaches often start to really make a name for themselves at my age. This should be my peak period."

"You have always been at your peak, and your previous honors can prove it." The assistant coach became more anxious, pointing to the court and said: "The game is not over, why not continue!"

"No no no."

Mourinho shook his head, and after a moment of silence, he pointed at the scoreboard and said: "My Chelsea career ended with the goal conceded in the first half."

"It's all over, all of it!"

After a while, Mourinho said his last words before the end of the game.

"But my passion for football was not."

In the following time, Mourinho focused more on Chen Yufeng, sometimes showing a surprised expression, sometimes making a grimace, and sometimes showing a few glints.

He didn't speak any more.

But in the deepest part of his heart, he was longing for it. Will he regain his youth and conquer this charming arena at the end of his coaching career?

He can no longer pursue all the honors as passionately as Chen Yufeng and start a new journey in football.

He wants to find his former self more.

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The time on the court passed by minute by minute.

Chen Yufeng's physical strength gradually reached its limit, and he spent more time pacing.

Seeing this scene, Ranieri shouted for Albrighton and prepared to make a substitution.

Azpilicueta and Chelsea's defense also felt this and relaxed their vigilance towards Chen Yufeng.

Obviously they know that Chen Yufeng's current physical fitness is probably only around 10, [-], [-] minutes.

Seeing Albrighton getting ready to play on the sidelines, Chen Yufeng exhaled and started jogging, preparing to leave the field after exhausting his last bit of energy.

After running two steps, Chen Yufeng noticed that Drinkwater had begun to dribble the ball to organize a counterattack. Chen Yufeng saw the gap behind Terry and Zuma.

"Fuck! Drinkwater!"

There is a very strange feeling. You feel that your body has reached its limit and you have even lost a lot of control over your legs.

But somehow, after gritting his teeth and desperately ordering his legs to kick up, he felt that the pace and frequency of his staggering steps had accelerated...

Chen Yufeng felt this way at this moment. After calling out Brother Drinking Water, he began to penetrate Terry's back.

"Oh!"

A just-right through ball was passed over. Chen Yufeng gritted his teeth and kicked his legs as hard as he could, rushing behind Terry.

He felt that he was at risk of falling at any time, and his whole body was uncoordinated. Occasionally he would subconsciously close his eyes and lower his head in an effort to exert all his strength.

There was also an obvious feeling that Terry beside him seemed to be slowly being distanced from him.

The speed of '84' ​​really made it impossible for Terry, who was already old, to chase.

At this time, Terry was running on the field, watching the 30-year-old Chen Yufeng running past his 35-year-old self, with a hint of envy and a bit of sad bitterness in his eyes.

He watched helplessly as Chen Yufeng passed him with a strange running posture, but he was unable to catch up...

He no longer has the body he had at 25, or even at 30.

"Bang!!"

Then, Terry saw Chen Yufeng stagger past Courtois, and then push his left foot on the bottom of the football, pushing the ball towards the goal.

The young Zouma slid over and tried his best to clear the ball, but he was still a step too slow and hit the goalpost hard.

"Yeahhhhhh...!"

Screams rang in his ears, and Terry saw all the Leicester City fans in the stands in front of the goal stand up and cheer wildly for their super striker.

The feeling of exhaustion quickly spread throughout the body.

Terry suddenly fell to the side, his legs cramped instantly, and only the sweat on his forehead continued to slide down his temples to the back of his head, and then flowed on the green field where he once shed his blood.

Terry feels a little nostalgic. Once upon a time, the cheers of Chelsea Blues often sounded for him...

Watching 30-year-old Chen Yufeng overtake him, he understood that maybe it was time for him to retire.

(End of this chapter)