As Chen Yufeng completed his knees on the wing, the shouts of the Leicester fans seemed to engulf the entire stadium and turn it into their own home stadium.

On the other hand, many Crystal Palace fans have black faces and become silent.

"That's not a foul at all!"

They were still happy that they didn't award a penalty, but now their faces have changed to gloom and they have begun to complain about the referee.

'Yes, Jamie Vardy faked on our penalty line, the referee should have given him a yellow card and the old guy's goal should have been blown off!'

There are a lot of fans who are very shameless, as if they have forgotten what they are.

Looking at the Leicesters celebrating wildly off the pitch, they felt their faces a little hot, as if they had been slapped in the face.

It's uncomfortable, it's hard......

Crystal Palace fans looked at Chen Yufeng viciously, hoping that the team would be able to get the field back by scoring goals later.

On the pitchside, Alain Pardu, like their fans, began to play scoundrels around the fourth official.

'You should really look at the replay, his leg didn't trip Vardy at all! It's a fake fall! ”

"You can't do that on our home turf!"

The fourth official gave Alan Padu a cold look, and there was no reply, just some annoyance in his eyes.

Ulan Padu, this is a manager who makes it difficult to find good points.

He is stubborn, arrogant, scoundrel, arrogant.

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

"Please come back to your position, or I will ask the referee for a yellow card." As if he couldn't help it, the fourth official said coldly.

"Fack!" Alain Pardu threw his right hand high in the air and walked towards his position with great dissatisfaction.

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

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

“Yeah…… Yeah…… Yeahhh……！ ”

Each of his punches was accompanied by three high-pitched rants from the Leicester fans, and both sides worked well together.

"Hao Li...... Shet! ”

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

Crystal Palace fans quickly denounced Ranieri's actions, and there was a huge wave of boos, and some even couldn't control their emotions and threw water bottles and other things at Ranieri.

"Bang!"

A very lucky water bottle smashes at it and hits the head.

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

He was hit......

"It's all shit!"

Alain Padu covered his head, it was like a bottle with half a dozen of water, and it was still very harmful to come down from a high altitude.

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

It's just a matter of treating others the way they do, and if he can score goals later, he'll come over.

…………

It didn't take long for the half-time game to end, and the players from both sides geared up to start the second half of the battle.

Crystal Palace's attack is slowly becoming weaker, and relying on Zaha alone to blast Fox on the flanks has achieved very little.

After Fox figured out Zaha's routine, the success rate of the defense was high.

At the back, Zahaza, who was afraid of losing the ball and being counterattacked by Leicester City, did not dare to rush recklessly, and he would pass the ball without a good opportunity when he came to the front.

Leicester City, wearing the away white jersey, ignited an attacking boom at this time, completely suppressing Crystal Palace.

In the 54th minute of the game, Mahrez had a one-on-one chance.

After swaying Crystal Palace defender Hintele near the corner of the box, the ensuing shot was of poor quality and was picked up by the goalkeeper.

Six minutes later, Chen Yufeng curled a cross from the wing.

Riyad Mahrez followed up again at the back of the box and fired a bouncing shot with his left foot towards the ball.

The ball bounced off the ground and narrowly crossed the far corner post, saving the life of the Crystal Palace goalkeeper who had surrendered.

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

Looking at this familiar regretful three-piece set, the corners of Chen Yufeng's mouth couldn't help twitching.

How is it that it is a certain group?

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

Around the sixty-fifth minute of the game, the perfect opportunity finally arrived.

It's N'Golo Kante again, and he's in exceptionally good shape when he starts today, as if he wants to sit firmly in that position.

When Zaha dribbled the ball at high speed and was about to hit the penalty line, Kante's short legs made a quick tackle and cut the ball clean from behind!

"Good ball Kante!" Morgan, who received the tackle, gave a word of encouragement and handed over the ball to Chen Yufeng, who received it back.

Chen Yufeng aimed at the gap on the side that Mahrez had already run, and without saying a word, he hit a long ball that instantly penetrated the Crystal Palace defense.

"Beautiful!" Riyad Mahrez received the ball at high speed, came to the edge of the box and swept the ball down the middle, and Jamie Vardy, who followed him, easily slotted into the net.

“Yeahhhhhh……”

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

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

"It's the penultimate pass again, damn Mahrez, you should have hit the door yourself."

Chen Yufeng came up and complained jokingly, then hugged Vardy.

"Don't do that, Mahrez, I've scored in a row for a lot and I'm the man who wants to break the Premier League record for consecutive goals." Vardy patted Mahrez in a stinking manner, then glanced at Chen Yufeng.

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

Mahrez looked at Chen Yufeng's appearance and said with a smile; "With this stamina, you might be able to run for three more minutes."

"Hahahahaha."

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

Including N'Golo Kante and Shinji Okaki, they are like Leicester City's midfield five, each has the ability to adapt to the team, and the relationship is also very good.

And when everyone returned, the Crystal Palace fans were completely silent, and many were even ready to leave the stadium early.

The first goal was counter-killed, and it was a very painful feeling.

“Yeah…… Yeahh…… Yeahhh……！ ”

The familiar three sounds sounded again, and Alain Padu, who was already sitting on the coach's seat rubbing his roots in a distraction, opened his eyes and looked in front of him.

He didn't see anything else, but a calm back in a suit and leather shoes, with a pony step at the moment, and his right hand dancing in a continuous fist.

"Shit! It's all shit! ”

Alan Pardu grumbled viciously, and his assistant coach quickly got up to complain to the fourth official.

Ranieri was quickly booked, but time was running out and the chances of them equalising or even overtaking were slim to none.

"What the hell are you playing, why don't you give them that weak physical confrontation and take the initiative to seek a chance to fight for a half-ball!"

Alain Pardu was mentally fried, "Shit! ”