Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 99: A perfect free kick, maybe we can do something about it
As soon as the football touched the net, the entire Anfield stadium fell into a dead silence. Then, more than 4000 visiting team fans from Leicester City in the visiting team fans' stand area fell into madness.

"Ohhhh..."

"Yeahhhhh...!"

First there was a sound of exclamation, and then everyone waved their arms wildly and stood up excitedly to celebrate wildly.

The ball is in!
They tied the score!
Chen Yufeng's free kick!
In the commentary and broadcast seats, as all the Leicester City players on the court excitedly rushed towards Chen Yufeng, the commentators from various countries also spoke excitedly.

“Goooooooaaaaalllll…!!”

The commentators in the South American region all expressed their praise for the goal in a long tone. This is their style and their way of expressing excitement.

“Wonderful…Wonderful…Wonderful!!”

According to the explanation in the English section, three exclamations sounded out in a clear tone, representing their heartfelt praise.

This is undoubtedly a beautiful goal, a perfect goal that saves the Leicester City team!

"The goal is scored again! Ha!"

In the Sina Sports commentary booth, Zhan Jun's eyes were a little distracted, but he still said excitedly, "Chen Yufeng scored his fourth free kick this season!"

"At the same time, this is also his No. 12 goal this season and his tenth goal in the Premier League!"

"So efficient! Leicester City equalized the score!"

"Hahaha..." Zhang Lu next to him couldn't help but laugh, "It's him, and no one else. Now Teacher Zhan Jun will face a dilemma."

Zhan Jun smiled bitterly and shook his head, not knowing whether to be sad or excited, "Looking at the back of No. 66, I really had the illusion of looking at Beckham."

"If I remember correctly, Beckham scored a total of 65 free kicks in his career."

"Chen Yufeng came out later. I don't know how many goals he can score through this method of free throws."

He tried his best to focus on Chen Yufeng and not talk about the current situation of the home team Liverpool.

But just because he doesn't chat doesn't mean that the fans in the live broadcast room don't chat.

"Beautiful! Absolutely flat! One point is not bad!"

"Why do I feel that he sometimes feels like the team's thigh now? Hahaha."

"Another free kick! So exciting!"

"I feel sorry for our teacher Zhan Jun, hahahaha."

"Celebrate, celebrate together, Teacher Zhan Jun (bad smile)!"

"Ten goals have been scored in the Premier League, let me ask, what level is it?!"

"First-class winger level!"

"..."

Chinese fans chatted excitedly on the barrage.

Zhan Jun could naturally see some of it. At this moment, he looked at Zhang Lu who was smiling next to him, dumbfounded.

off the pitch.

A dead silence enveloped the stands of the home team Liverpool fans. All the fans of the home team seemed to have their necks stuck, unable to open their mouths to speak.

This feeling of ups and downs is enough to make everyone silent.

Just after taking the lead, the opponent simply and brutally tied the score through a free kick.

The joy of the impending victory no longer exists. All they have now is the anxiety that time is about to pass and the worry of continuing to concede goals.

"Farke, how come this damn free kick is so accurate!"

"Mignolet really needs to change, it's useless at all, he's the king of shots!"

"I persisted for a whole game and played well for a whole game, but all my efforts fell short on this free kick. I'm really angry!"

"Isn't he 30 years old? When will he retire? Disappear from football as soon as possible!"

"Okay now, just because of this damn free kick, we still have to worry about whether we might lose!"

"..."

Then, curses erupted throughout the stands.

Their anger is palpable.

"Oh……!"

In the Liverpool coach's seat on the side of the pitch, Klopp saw this goal, his whole face squeezed together, and he let out a sigh.

He gritted his teeth, shook his head slightly, turned and walked towards the coaching bench.

Hearing the disappointment from the fans around him, he felt extremely uncomfortable.

damn damn...

How, why, why...

After a whole game of hard work, it was just a simple set kick that brought it back...

Countless dissatisfaction was squeezing in his heart, but he didn't dare to express it to affect the mentality of the players.

"The penalty was so good, we really couldn't do anything about it."

When Klopp sat in the coaching seat, the assistant coach next to him suddenly said, "Why is that Chinese so strong?"

"Who knows, someone who almost retired could actually perform like this."

Klopp shook his head and complained through gritted teeth.

After coming to the Premier League, he often heard stories about Chen Yufeng.

At first, he thought it was good. There should be more players like this in world football. The story can really inspire many people.

Until now, sitting here, after personally experiencing Chen Yufeng's power as a hostile party.

His goodwill was gone.

At the very least, he never wanted to see Chen Yufeng again in this game.

"What's wrong, do you have any thoughts on buying him?" the assistant coach asked tentatively from the side.

"No, buying Mane is the most important thing at the moment." Klopp shook his head and said: "Mane will be one of the most efficient forwards in the Premier League in the future, for sure!"

"I hope he can be more efficient than Leicester City No. 66..."

The assistant coach nodded and said no more.

On the court, Chen Yufeng and his teammates celebrated heartily and slid along in a cathartic way.

Everything around him excited him.

Whether it's the Liverpool players with their heads bowed and their hips akimbo, or the deathly silence of the home team's fans at Anfield, the cheers of the Leicester City expeditionary force, Ranieri's laughter, etc.!

Only at this moment can he truly feel the joyful feeling after scoring a goal and clearly realize that he has completed one goal after another very well!
He is on his way to becoming a first-class offensive player!

As he said before, he wants to conquer all the big stadiums in the world step by step, whether it is Anfield today or the Bernabeu, Camp Nou, Westphalia, San Siro, etc. in the future!

"The undefeated one remains, hahaha!"

"Yufeng, you are really a magical old boy, you always score goals like this!"

"What the hell, old boy? Hahaha!"

Vardy and other teammates came up again and threw Chen Yufeng to the ground to congratulate him.

After getting up, Chen Yufeng finally showed the jersey number '66' behind him towards the Anfield fans' stands, and then slowly ran towards his own half.

After 3 minutes, the substitution card on the sidelines was raised.

Chen Yufeng raised his hands, applauded and gestured towards the Leicester City fan area, and then slowly walked down the field.

Of course, the main reason is delay.

"Hurry up!"

"Is there something wrong with your legs? Let's help you."

The Liverpool players soon became unwilling. Henderson and Emre Can, who were in the defensive midfield position, quickly came over, holding Chen Yufeng one on the left and one on the right before walking down.

In the end, Chen Yufeng, escorted by the two men, finally walked slowly to the side of the court and high-fived Albrighton when he left the field.

"What a kick."

When he walked to the edge of the court, Chen Yufeng quickly saw his uncle Klopp walking towards him. He sighed and showed an ugly smile with gritted teeth.

"you flatter me."

Chen Yufeng stretched out his hand, knowing that Klopp must be feeling very uncomfortable at this moment, he pursed his lips and held back a smile and shook it.

"I'm looking forward to our next duel. I hope you can hit a free kick for me to see." Klopp finally patted Chen Yufeng on the shoulder, and then walked to his coaching bench with his hands behind his back.

"Hahaha, then I'll practice more."

Of course Chen Yufeng knew what Klopp was up to, and replied with a faint smile, "I hope it won't be a draw next time, but a win."

"Oh!"

Klopp turned his head again and nodded exaggeratedly, showing great expectation.

Chen Yufeng turned around and walked to Ranieli's side, high-fived Ranieli and hugged him, then put on his cotton coat and sat on the bench.

"Feng, De Zhuan's net worth update will be out soon. How many euros do you think you can have?"

Steve Walsh pushed Chen Yufeng aside and asked.

"Worth?"

Chen Yufeng smiled, shook his head and said, "I don't know."

"I guessed 500 million euros, and Mr. Ranieri guessed 2000 million."

Steve Walsh curiously asked again: "Who do you think will win?"

"Of course I think it's Mr. Ranieri."

Chen Yufeng looked at Walsh with a strange look and said, "I definitely wish I was worth more."

"Tch, let's just wait."

Steve Walsh shook his head and said regretfully, seeming to regret not reaching an agreement with Chen Yufeng on this matter.

As he said that, he turned to the assistant coach next to him and said, "I recently found a good prospect from Sao Paulo, but I don't know if they are willing to let him go."

"What's your name?" someone asked next to him.

"Anthony Dos Santos."

Steve Walsh replied.

Chen Yufeng next to him turned his head suddenly, and then seemed to hear nothing.

"Beep! Beep! Beep—!"

Not long after, the referee's three long whistles sounded, and the game came to an end.

Leicester City finally relied on Chen Yufeng's free kick to tenaciously draw with Liverpool away from home!

When the whistle fell, all Leicester City fans celebrated again. They couldn't help themselves from the surprises the team had brought them these days.

This is already the third team to face the big6 schedule in a row!

Before the game, the entire public opinion was that they could only score one or three points!
But so far, they have scored seven points!

One point and three points?
what is that?
Leicester City is now going to hit this devilish schedule, face Big6 consecutively, and win ten points!
As the whistle blew and the game came to an end, Ranieli finally breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and hugged Chen Yufeng tightly, and they did not separate for a long time.

"Maybe we can try something."

"The next goal will not be relegation."

"I hope your and my names can remain in this football world."

It seemed that it was a bit difficult to get this point, so La Nieli spoke to Chen Yufeng with emotion.

It seems that he, the 'tinker', doesn't want to be called a tinker anymore...

(End of this chapter)