"Leicester City! A chance to fight back! ”

'The referee didn't blow the whistle for the end of the game, he seemed to want to wait for Leicester's counter-attack to be over!'

"Drinkwater, he's still pushing with the ball, he's not slow! Over the middle line! ”

In the broadcast area, commentators from various countries continue to provide passionate commentary to the audience in front of the TV.

South Korean commentator Park Zhengxin is no exception, as a commentator, he also has to be professional, and his tone and emotions follow the game.

There are sighs and wails, and they will have to wait at least until this wave of attacks is over.

'Drinkwater, this is one of the overlooked players in Leicester's squad and the fact that his playmaking in midfield is very important!'

'When N'Golo Kante was mainly responsible for defence, he had to take on the responsibility of transporting the ball from the back to the front.

"Pass to Mahrez, Mahrez faces Kyle Walker's defence! The last time Kyle Walker fouled the team and caused the team to concede a goal, he might have to be careful this time! ”

“……”

While Park Zhengxin was talking, under the football field, Mahrez had already run towards Kyle Walker with the ball at high speed.

Tottenham's backline quickly retreated, seemingly not daring to give too much space to the Leicester players and trying to compress the defence.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

Riyad Mahrez watched the middle as he dribbled the ball, keeping an eye on Jamie Vardy in the middle and Chen Yufeng at the back post.

After spotting Kyle Walker's grab, he quickly pedaled to the right, leaning his body sharply to the right.

At this time, Kyle Walker has a body of speed and body, and it is generally a disadvantage in the face of such dexterous players.

Especially when it comes to top-notch technical players like Jamie Vardy, he tends to fall at a big disadvantage.

Just by such a shake, he handed over his center of gravity.

"Bang!"

Mahrez then went down to the bottom of the line, and Kyle Walker had a few sweats on his forehead, and he tried his best to chase it.

"What's the use of him, he's broken through again!"

"It's as bulky as a bear! What's the use of empty speed! ”

"Who's waiting for him to grow up? The competition in the Premier League is so fierce right now. ”

The Tottenham fans in the stands erupted, seemingly very unhappy with Kyle Walker's performance.

Of course, they didn't feel that Leicester's counter-attack was very threatening.

The cross should be fine in the middle......

"Bang!"

Tottenham fans were thinking when Mahrez twisted his body at high speed and sent a ball into the middle.

Yes, it's a defoliant ball, an elevator ball!

Probably because of the difficulty of controlling his feet and strength at high speeds, Mahrez's passing was not very comfortable, the ball was fast and floating, and he fell quickly towards the middle.

"Back point, pay attention to the back point!"

Alder Verreld, who was in the box, quickly shouted and turned to look at Ben Davis.

I saw the erratic falling trajectory of the football, which made Ben Davis inevitably rise to the top.

A dashing figure wearing Leicester City's away white jersey appeared, taking the lead and preparing to volley, but was stunned for a moment in the middle because of the football line.

But in the end, the figure still judged the landing point and kicked out with his right foot.

Stuck in the air!

This is definitely a volley that has been in the air for a moment!

"Bang!" A touch of the ball quickly resounded throughout the stadium, and in the frightened expressions of all Tottenham fans, the football finally touched the net, "Whew! ”

The crisp sound of touching the net sounded, and Lloris was powerless to stop the ball from entering the net.

This ball, it's so good!

“Yeahhhhhh……”

The cheers of the Leicester Expeditionary Force rang out for the second time, running through Tottenham's White Hart Lane stadium.

It was only at this time that the Tottenham players found out that the player who scored the goal was No. 66 Chen Yufeng.

“Goooaaaaaaaaallllllll……！！”

In the commentary area, exotic customs from various countries sounded again.

The South American commentator pressed the headset tightly to his face, one hand stretched high, his expression intoxicated, and he made a long sound.

They love football and they love to score goals.

Especially with a goal in a game like this!

All the narration can be substituted to bring a first-class experience to the audience in front of the TV.

“Amazing Goal！！ How amazing！！！ ”

The voice of the English commentator also sounded, and at this moment, no matter where the home team they supported, they had to marvel at Chen Yufeng's goal.

The shock was immediately transmitted to the television through the radio equipment and delivered to the ears of every fan.

"Now again!"

At the same time, of course, Zhan Jun also made a very personal voice in the live broadcast room of Sina Sports, "Two to zero!" ”

"Leicester City passed the last chance of the first half, and Chen Yufeng scored another goal!"

"They're not going to keep a clean sheet for Tottenham!"

"Hehe......" Zhang Lu next to him shook his head and laughed, "This seems to be a volley in the air, very exciting, and the action is very chic." ”

"This is another goal against the old master, I don't know why Chen Yufeng is so energetic every time he plays Tottenham."

"Hahaha." Zhan Jun turned his head and smiled, "At this point, you may have to ask Pochettino." ”

In the barrage, countless '' and '666' crossed again, and the two of them looked at the comments that kept coming out to praise Chen Yufeng, and a smile hung on the corner of their mouths.

If you want to say where the commentary is different from everyone now, it must be the Korean commentary area that is relatively low.

"Ah......h

Park Zhengxin, who was still forcing himself to comment excitedly a second ago, finally couldn't help but lose, aggrieved and angry, "What is the Tottenham backline doing." ”

"Assi, Kyle Walker was wiped out so easily, and there was no routine in the middle of the marking."

"If you play like this again, you won't go directly to the youth team, and it's no fun to win the championship anyway, ah......"

Thanks to Son Heung-min, most of them have become Tottenham fans.

Even if you are not a Tottenham fan, you want Tottenham's results to get better.

Therefore, when seeing Tottenham getting farther and farther away from victory, Park Zhengxin's anger is not without reason.

At this time, in the barrage area, most of them were a string of ellipsis expressions, as well as attacking Pochettino and attacking the team's backline.

The game is not completely over yet, and they still have hope for Son Xingmin in their hearts for the time being, so they haven't spit on him yet.

"What if I lose, Assi......"

But even so, Park Zhengxin is still unstoppably worried.

Chen Yufeng faced Tottenham with another goal and an assist, if Tottenham lost after the game, Son Xingmin had no data to score.

He can imagine what public opinion looks like on the Korean Internet......

And on the pitch at this time.

Under the background of Leicester City's jubilant team, there are a group of Tottenham players with their heads bowed and their waists crossed, frustrated.

Their eyes glazed over, as if they were completely blinded by the two goals.

"Oh ......!"

In the stands of Tottenham fans, all the fans immediately covered their faces and showed a painful expression.

Just now, they felt that this line could be trusted, at least on the high balls from defensive crosses.

As a result, Leicester City have once again penetrated them with counterattacks!

The goal was scored by the former abandoned player Chen Yufeng!

Everyone's hearts were filled with anger, and the fat man who looked at the Tottenham Hotspur coach's bench on the sidelines suddenly became angry.

"Pochettino! Please give us an explanation! ”

"It's been so long, and I'm so confident before the game, why can't I beat Leicester City!"

"Do you remember that Chen Yufeng was our person before?!"

"It's 0-2, how do you explain it now?"

"Chen Yufeng scored a goal and an assist, why did he give such a strong player to Leicester City for nothing? Are your brains all glued to the paste? ”

"Damn Pochettino, you deserve to go to hell!"

"What's this kicking? It's not as fucking good as my grandma standing there defending, there's no order at all! ”

"I remember he had twelve goals and nine assists! Now count that, thirteen goals and ten assists! Two pairs! ”

"This is definitely one of the most efficient attacking players in the Premier League at the moment, and you actually terminated him, you idiot!"

“……”

Some fans who were closer to Tottenham's coaching seat quickly began to criticize Pochettino.

The emotions they had been pent up for a long time exploded at this moment, and they all threw themselves towards Pochettino.

"Fack!"

This quickly made Pochettino, who was sitting in the coach's seat, unable to sit still, grumbling and standing up and walking to the sideline.

He wanted to open his mouth to encourage the players at this moment, but the scolding behind him was too loud and too noisy, and his mind quickly messed up.

After pacing on the sidelines a few times uncomfortably, he returned to the coach's seat again, his expression very ugly.

In fact, if he didn't know that there were countless high-definition cameras capturing him at this time.

Pochettino has long wanted to vent his anger at everything around him.

But he is the manager of the Premier League, and he can only play a bottle on the sidelines at most, and if he makes a little radical move, he will fall into a storm of public opinion!

This feeling of wanting to explode but not being able to explode is the most uncomfortable!

Pochettino felt like he would one day get heart disease and liver cancer because he really had liver pain!

"Don't pay attention to what they say, Mr. Pochettino, you've led this team well."

Next to him, Tottenham's sporting director, Frankl, spoke out of comfort.

Unexpectedly, Pochettino raised his head and showed him a look full of hatred.

Because, Tottenham Hotspur's sporting director Frankl was the culprit who told Pochettino that the player was almost useless and suggested that the contract should be terminated......

At this moment, hearing that Frankl still had the face to comfort himself, Pochettino immediately gritted his teeth, he had never felt that he wanted to hit someone so much now.

Today's eighth watch, asking for a monthly pass!!

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