“Yeahhhh……！”

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

"Watfack."

Ranieri, who rarely swears, raised his hands in shock, and couldn't help but burst out of his mouth.

It's a great goal......

Vardy's initial reaction was to complain about why Chen Yufeng didn't take a header and point the ball in front of him, and he even fantasized that he was doing a disgruntled action.

But the second reaction -

"You're a fucking genius!"

Vardy pounced on Chen Yufeng with a smile and waved his hands, sincerely happy for Chen Yufeng.

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

Kante watched all this in the back, and couldn't help but sigh with a look of envy on his face.

As for Chen Yufeng, he shook his hand and rushed to the corner flag area on the left.

Volley!

The feeling of scoring this kind of goal is only two words, happy!

He felt the feeling of the solid touch of the ball on the surface of his foot, the comfort of the instep wrapping the ball forward, the comfort of hearing the sound of touching the ball violently, and then the release of the moment the football touched the net!

It's a decompression way to score goals, maybe not one of them!

The aesthetics of power and precise timing were balanced together to contribute to this wonderful goal!

"A volley! The ball is in again! ”

Zhan Jun's voice trembled slightly, and the voice he made was hoarse, "World wave!" It's a kick in the world wave! ”

Chen Yufeng was near the penalty line, received a pass from Mahrez, and a right-footed volley blasted the ball into the goal guarded by Courtois! Pretty! Pretty! ”

"At this moment, you may only be able to ask, whether Chen Yufeng will not stop the ball."

"Hahaha." Zhang Lu next to him laughed, still playing the attribute of praise, "It's a bit of Van Persie's shadow, wonderful." ”

On the screen of the live broadcast room, countless barrages filled the screen, and it was impossible to even see the faces of Zhan Jun and Zhang Lu.

The full screen of gifts began to swipe the screen, and the full screen of '666' and 'awesome' began to swipe the screen.

This simple and crude way of expressing emotions is being fired at a rate of hundreds per second.

Teacher Zhan Jun ridiculed Chen Yufeng for not stopping the ball, hahaha! It's so handsome! ”

"It's a volley, and this one is another, it's just too violent!"

"The viewing degree on the court is not one-third of this, you really can't imagine the fact that he is thirty years old, how can his body bones be the same as those in his twenties."

"I don't think it's a problem with his body and bones, it's his often flashy performance, a new feature that appears every once in a while."

"He's an inventor, he can hit any ball, it's hard to imagine seeing the shadows of multiple superstars in one person, and they are all vivid."

"The most important thing is that he's only making his debut this season, so has he spent the first 18 years of his career inventing? I studied the way others played, imitated others, and then practiced until I made my debut in the Mahayana period. ”

"Hahaha, Dr. Chen! Great Inventor! ”

“……”

In the end, the excited audience even began to give Chen Yufeng a nickname, and the slightly outrageous title of Dr. Chen came out.

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

And under the pitch at the moment.

Chen Yufeng completed his trademark kneeling on the sideline of the King Power Stadium again, and after getting up, he pointed his finger at Mahrez, which was obvious.

He showed a smile, "If I had known, I would have said that I would score another volley in one round, and let you press me for ten years." ”

"Convincing or not? Admit it or not? ”

Mahrez was still stunned, and his mood at this time was very complicated.

On the one hand he was happy with the goal and happy with his assist.

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

Laughing, Mahrez finally had 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's face instantly darken, "In fact, the most abstract thing is that you still assist the foot ball yourself." ”

"I'd like to see how you massage Yufeng when you go back, hahaha."

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

Nine goals and nine assists!

It's very close to the data of the two pairs!

…………

The game soon resumed, and the Chelsea players were even less motivated, with only a few points still chasing goals, and most of them were already on the defensive sidelines.

Seeing this situation, Mourinho stood on the side of the pitch and sniffed a few times, as if he had a cold.

The madman finally lowered his head at the Kingpower Stadium and paced back and forth along the sideline of the court.

It was as if he already knew his fate.

Before the game, Abu had already given an ultimatum.

And with this goal of the world wave, it completely broke the mentality of their players and lost the last breath of Chelsea.

The suspense is not much anymore.

"Hoo ......"

Mourinho exhaled deeply, stepped on the soft grass deeply, and suddenly there was a bit of a suddenness.

From the defeat of Real Madrid to the complete failure of Chelsea II today.

He didn't know if he would still maintain that magic and pride in the future......

The madman Mourinho hesitated for the first time.

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

Mourinho smiled lightly and returned to his seat, no longer speaking.

Seeing Chen Yufeng on the field receiving the ball again, Mourinho turned his head and said to the assistant coach: "He's incredible, right?" ”

"Hmmm......"

There was some anxiety in the assistant coach's expression, and he would love to see Mourinho standing on the sidelines to encourage the players, or change tactics to awaken the players' fighting spirit and continue fighting.

But looking at Mourinho's appearance at this time, this possibility is no longer very likely, and he has no heart to go to the sideline again.

The madman has already suffered another stage failure, and it may take time to slow down.

"Am I old? Why am I losing control. ”

Mourinho seemed to be muttering to himself, and like chatting with the assistant coach next to him, "That Belgian Asian can swim against the current and be born at the age of 30." ”

"Why am I getting closer to the age when I should have experience and experience?"

His voice was soft, small, "In contrast, in the coaching industry, it is often at my age that other coaches start to really make a name for themselves, and this should be my peak." ”

"You've always been in your prime, and those accolades before you can prove it." The assistant coach was even more anxious, pointed to the field and said, "The game is not over, why not continue!" ”

"No, no, no."

Mourinho shook his head, was silent for a moment and then pointed to the scoreboard: 'My Chelsea career ended when I conceded in the first half. ”

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

After a few more moments, Mourinho said his last words before the end of the game.

"But I don't have a passion for football."

In the following time, Mourinho focused more on Chen Yufeng's body, sometimes showing a surprised expression, sometimes making a bitter face, and sometimes throwing a few fine lights.

He didn't speak again.

It's just that in the deepest part of his heart, he longs for it, will he rejuvenate again at the end of his coaching career and conquer this glamorous arena?

He can no longer pursue all the honors with passion like Chen Yufeng and start a new journey in football.

He wants to get back to his former self.

…………

The minutes on the pitch passed.

Chen Yufeng's physical strength has gradually reached the feeling of the limit, and he spends more time pacing.

Seeing this, Ranieri shouted at Albrighton and prepared for a substitution.

Cesar Azpilicueta and Chelsea's defence also felt this and relaxed their vigilance against Chen.

Obviously, they know that Chen Yufeng's current physical fitness may only be around sixty or seventy minutes.

Seeing Albrighton on the sidelines preparing to play, Chen Yufeng exhaled and jogged, ready to leave the field after exhausting the last trace of physical strength.

After running two steps and realizing that Drinkwater had begun to advance with the ball to organize a counter-attack, Chen Yufeng saw the gap behind Terry and Zouma.

"! Drinkwater! ”

It's a very strange feeling that you've felt your body reach its limits and even lose a lot of control over your legs.

But somehow, after gritting his teeth and desperately ordering himself to kick his legs up, he felt that the length and frequency of his strides in the stumbling increased......

Chen Yufeng felt this way at this time, and after shouting a word of drinking water, he began to lean behind Terry.

"Bang!"

A just right through ball was passed, and Chen Yufeng gritted his teeth and kicked his leg desperately, rushing behind Terry.

He felt that he was at risk of falling at any time, his whole body was not coordinated, and occasionally he would subconsciously close his eyes and lower his head in an attempt to exert his whole body.

There is also a clear feeling that Terry next to him seems to be slowly being pulled away from himself.

The speed of '84' really made it impossible for the already aged Terry to chase after him.

At this time, Terry was running on the field, watching the thirty-year-old Chen Yufeng run past his thirty-five-year-old self, and his eyes revealed a few traces of envy and a bit of sadness and bitterness.

He watched as Chen Yufeng overtook him in a somewhat strange running posture, but he was powerless to catch up......

He no longer has the body he had when he was twenty-five, or even the body he had when he was thirty.

"Bang!!"

Terry then saw Chen stumble past Courtois and then push the ball to the bottom of the ball with his left foot.

The young Kurt Zouma slid past to try his best to clear the ball, but he was still a step slow and slammed into the post.

“Yeahhhhhh……！”

Terry watched as he watched all the Leicester fans in the stands in front of the goal stand up and frantically shout for their top scorer.

The feeling of detachment quickly spread throughout the body.

Terry suddenly fell to the side, his leg cramping instantly, and only the sweat on his forehead continued to run down his temples to the back of his head, and then flow on the green field where he once squandered his blood.

John Terry misses the cry of Chelsea for him a long time......

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

(End of chapter)