After the goal, the referee blew the whistle at the end of the first half.

The Tottenham Hotspur players could only return to the dressing room with a 0-2 scoreline, with their heads down and depressed.

Pochettino also endured the invective of the fans and walked to the players' tunnel.

A minute later, Tottenham were in the dressing room.

The air was eerily quiet, all the players were sitting there and doing something to themselves, no one was talking, no one was making a sound.

"Smack!"

After a while, Ali threw the shin guard on the ground, as if to vent something.

A few people next to him glanced at him, didn't say anything, and still sat in place.

Pochettino quickly pushed the door open and walked in, his expression a little solemn, and for a moment he didn't say anything, just stood like that.

In the corner, Sun Xingmin felt a little collapsed at this time, turned up his jersey, and shrouded his face again, reluctant to show up for a long time.

This kind of atmosphere is enough to make everyone feel tormented.

Pochettino finally couldn't help it, pushed the door and walked out, as if trying to adjust before walking in.

"Smack!"

Ali threw the shin guards to the ground again, and this time he finally spoke, "Why is it that every time Leicester City counterattacks, no one is on the spot to slow down their attack?" ”

"With so many fans following us, are we going to give back to them with this performance?!"

"Who are you referring to?" Sun Xingmin was suddenly unhappy, and at this time, he was already extremely depressed, so he quickly replied.

'I'm talking about the whole midfield defence, not against anyone.

Ali immediately exited, spreading his hands and saying, "Do you think I'm pointing at you alone?" ”

"Did you defend yourself? Why complain when everyone is down? ”

Sun Xingmin's voice was not loud, but his emotions were still quite excited, "What do you want to do?" ”

He is indeed a very humble and disciplined player, but after all his years in Europe, he knows how to protect himself in the dressing room of the club.

If you blindly tolerate and accommodate, you will only become the target of bullying by others.

And who else can Ali's words refer to?

Is it the thigh of the team's striker, England's homegrown striker Harry Kane?

He probably didn't have the guts.

Is that referring to himself? Or Erikson?

None of them are likely.

Most likely, it's him, the Tottenham newcomer who just came from Germany.

"If you have to think so, think so."

Ali shrugged, unable to control himself in his depression, and said something excessive: "Kicked like shit anyway." ”

"I don't know what the use of buying it is, it's better to keep the Asian on the other side in the first place."

As soon as his words fell, the expressions of the players in the entire locker room were wrong.

Everyone glanced in the direction of the two of them, their expressions a little shocked.

Sun Xingmin sat in place, his chest rising and falling, he didn't speak again this time, as if he couldn't say anything anymore.

His performance this season is indeed relatively average, and he feels a little uncomfortable.

It's nothing in itself, just get used to it and have some more time to adjust.

But Chen Yufeng's appearance catalyzed the expectations of Korean fans for him and put a lot of pressure on him.

Under this pressure, his state is slowly getting worse and worse, and he can't find himself more and more!

And in this already very difficult situation, he didn't expect his teammates in the locker room to speak ill of him!

This made him feel even more painful.

"That's it!"

Pochettino seemed to hear the argument inside, walked in with his hands in his pockets, and then looked around, "We did play like shit in this first half, everybody!" ”

"Including my work is not done well, the whole thing is like shit, okay?"

After saying this, he swept the faces of each player, and then stood in front of the tactical board, "I don't want to see you like this, cheer me up!" ”

"Even if we lose in the end, then we will admit it, you guys will sum it up when you go back, and I will bear the pressure of the fans."

"In the second half, you have only one goal."

Pochettino pointed his finger at Leicester's goal, "Break them!" ”

"I don't want to teach Harry Kane how to shoot, Eriksen how to pass the ball or Son Heung-min how to pass."

"Maintain the tactical discipline of your oppression, rush me when attacking, and break through boldly and confidently!"

"Go through the wings and find space around the centre-backs and full-backs, okay?"

"Come on, Tottenham!"

Pochettino gave a final shout, trying to boost the morale of his players and cheer himself up.

In terms of technique and tactics, naturally he doesn't need to be reminded more, these have already been tempered in daily training.

The current Tottenham players need to change more because of heart disease.

If you lose a goal, you won't be able to kick!

…………

The second half of the game began afterwards, with the Tottenham players coming back after fifteen minutes of adjustment.

Pochettino also stood on the sidelines again, standing in front of the coach's seat with apprehension and apprehension.

At this moment, he is no longer the confident man he was before the game.

He just hopes that what he said will work a little bit, and that these players will be able to get them back first.

If you can get one, even if you lose in the end, at least it won't be so ugly.

If he does get a clean sheet from Leicester, Pochettino really can't think of any reason to give Tottenham fans an account.

And Leicester City on the other side.

Naturally, they don't need to make any adjustments, they just need to play their own defensive counterattacks.

Anyway, there are two balls of advantage, and it's not them who are in a hurry.

At the start of the second half, Rakelli even had a casual chat with Walsh.

"I didn't expect him to be two doubles better than Mahrez, it's terrifying."

Walsh lamented again that he was a scout, and he always paid attention to the growth and statistics of his players.

"I don't know what Mr. Vichai's mood is when he sees him now, he signed it casually at the time, and it ended up in a thigh."

Raklili smiled, turned his head and teased Walsh, "Tell me about you, it's time to retire, Mr. Vichai can do your job." ”

Walsh got angry at the mention of this, and turned his head away with a blowing beard and glaring, as if he didn't want to talk too much to Lasley.

Lasli smiled and turned his gaze back to the pitch again.

The game was going on at this time, and Tottenham continued to attack fiercely after coming up in the second half.

Thanks to the playmaking skills of Alli and Eriksen, they can even keep the ball around in the 30-metre area up front.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

Football is constantly passed by them, constantly transferred.

Every attacking player has their eye on Leicester's backline, looking for space every time they move.

"Kane!"

Fifty-second minute of the game.

Ali was the first to try, finding a gap in one of the ribs and sending a straight plug forward.

It was caught that Leicester City were making a formation move and Danny Simpson did not keep up with the gaps left behind.

"Thorny ......"

A tackle suddenly sounded, and Ali saw a dark figure suddenly appear in the passing line, using a sliding tackle to intercept the football.

"Shet!" Ali grumbled, made a small jump regretfully, and turned back to the defense.

Six minutes later, Tottenham made a comeback.

Dier intercepted Drinkwater's pass in the midfield position and then handed the ball over to Eriksen.

Eriksen turned around and quickly began to advance, not daring to waste any time.

Counterattack!

This is a rare opportunity for them to fall behind!

One game or two!

"Rush! Stick in his back! ”

Pochettino waved from the sidelines for the two sides to quickly plug in, and a few glints of hope broke out in his eyes.

With Eriksen quickly moving into the danger zone, Leicester's defence was no longer on the defensive, and N'Golo Kante bounced up to prevent Eriksen from shooting directly from distance.

The others also quickly stood in the right position and started to make up the defense, and the coordination was very strong.

Eriksen took a look, knocked the ball to Harry Kane in front of him, and then ran diagonally to open up space.

"Bang." Harry Kane's knockback soon came in and was on the heels of Eriksen's feet.

Eriksen watched the gap on the left flank at this moment and saw Son Heung-min in front of him and was ready to rub the ball towards the ribs.

Just a moment before he passed the ball, suddenly, another dark figure came out and took the first step to cut the ball away!

It's Kante again!

Wall of Sighs!

"Ah......h

This time, it was not only the Tottenham players and Pochettino, but even the Spurs fans in the stands held their heads and spoke out in regret.

This kind of anticipatory defense really affects their morale a little.

They simply couldn't figure out how to get the ball to a more threatening area!

"Chase back!"

Seeing that Leicester City was preparing to counterattack from offense to defense, Sun Xingmin, who was originally inserted forward, suddenly sprinted up and chased after the rear.

He wants to use this kind of hard work to prove to his teammates and Tottenham fans that he is not a parallel commodity from the Bundesliga.

He's trying to do something for this team!

"Bang!"

Kante rushed through midfield with the ball and distributed the ball to Chen Yufeng on the right flank.

Chen Yufeng took a few steps forward and soon saw Sun Xingmin coming up behind him.

He doesn't have much control or dribbling at the moment, so he can only knock the ball to N'Golo Kante running nearby.

"Mahrez!"

N'Golo Kante shouted at Riyad Mahrez on the left and played mental tactics again.

shouted like this, but his left foot shook slightly, and he passed the ball to Chen Yufeng on the right side.

"Good ball, N'Golo Kante!"

Chen Yufeng had already come to the edge of the penalty line at this time, and his eyes lit up after seeing this pass.

He quickly glanced back and saw Sun Xingmin, who was about to pounce.

I also saw goalkeeper Lloris who was standing too close to the near corner in front of him.

There's no good timing for the pass right now, so it's better to kick it ......

Thinking so in his heart, Chen Yufeng didn't hesitate too much, rushed to shoot his foot before Sun Xingmin came, and the outside instep of his right foot slammed into the football.

"Bang!!"

The sound of touching the ball suddenly resounded throughout the field, and Chen Yufeng watched the football with his eyes firmly on the football, watching the football bypass the figure of Alderweireld's desperate blockade and fly towards the far corner of the goal.

At this time, Sun Xingmin, who had just run behind Chen Yufeng, also followed the football.

Soon, they all saw Lloris swooping out, football smashing into the net, and Leicester fans cheering behind the net.

“Ohhhhhh……！！”

The sound of the riot sounded again, and Son Heung-min once again covered his face with his jersey, not wanting to face all this in front of him.

And Chen Yufeng, at this time, rushed to the side of the court excitedly, compared his hands to a double gun posture, and knelt out.

“BoomBoomBoom！！”

He shouted excitedly three times before settling in a tight hug with the Leicester players coming up behind him under the gaze of a Tottenham Hotspur fan.

This is something he had dreamed of a long time ago.

I didn't expect it to be done in such a way today......

I wrote in the early hours of the morning until now, asking for a monthly pass

(End of chapter)