"The ball is in again! Belgium took a three-0 lead and they crushed Ireland! ”

CCTV commentator Liu Jiayuan's voice sounded from here, with a surging tone, "This is a very wonderful fish leaping header!" Lukaku knocked Ireland open again with his header! ”

With his commentary, the director of the scene also gave the camera to Wilmots on the sidelines.

The veteran Belgian captain is constantly swinging his fists and roaring at the moment, forgetting to celebrate.

"We are very excited to see Mr. Wilmots, and of course this game is very meaningful to him, because it will give the Belgian fans a new trust in him!"

"Assist from Meunier! This is one of the highlights of Wilmots's personnel, he played very well today, and people remembered him! ”

"With a 3-0 scoreline, we can only continue to hope that Belgium can play more attacking football! Find the hot state! Prepare for the next game! ”

“……”

On the field, after kick-off again, the Irish players looked very lonely.

They knew in their hearts that there was no suspense in this game.

Now, they have to stand on their feet and avoid a big deal for Belgium.

It's just that after experiencing several tactical changes and changes in the situation, they have been passive, and their physical strength has been exhausted at this moment.

"Bang bang bang!"

In the constant transfer of the Belgian team, gradually some people can no longer keep up with the rhythm, revealing large gaps in defensive positions.

"Bang!"

In the 79th minute of the game, De Bruyne seized the opportunity again, straight to the gap between Joode and John O'Shea, and sent a delicate pass for Chen Yufeng.

After Chen Yufeng sighed, he rushed up to stop the ball and passed it to the penalty area.

"Bang!"

Romelu Lukaku snatched the spot again under the bag and the jump was impressive.

Under the interference, his kick did not pose much of a threat, but the robbery was wonderful enough, which caused many fans to cheer at the scene.

Only Hazard and Chen Yufeng were on both sides, and they began to spur on the little brother.

"Wash your socks." Chen Yufeng shouted lightly.

"Yes, don't forget our bets, and don't forget that you're a man who won't break his word." Hazard added, poking at Lukaku's heart.

"I scored the first goal, this must not count, right?" Lukaku has no choice but to try to justify it.

"How is that possible?" Hazard looked back again and smiled during his run: "If you say that, then Yufeng will definitely not pass the ball to you in the future." ”

"Wash, can't you just wash?" Lukaku was scared.

"Hahaha......" Several players in the Belgian team laughed, seemingly finding it interesting to play with Lukaku.

This conversation also reflects that they have regained their state and their relationship has become harmonious.

This is the case with mercenary-like national teams, where only victory will unite everyone.

There are too many historical and customary reasons for this kind of thing to be changed.

If you really want them to be like this all the time, then keep winning, and the kind of feelings that unite after victory are actually not fake.

Just two minutes later, Belgium made a comeback with a brilliant combination on the right flank.

First, Meunier tried to cut forward and de-Bruyne to combine with the wall twice, and broke through Ireland's midfield defence in the easiest way possible.

Immediately after the moment Meunier passed the ball to Lukaku, Chen Yufeng completed the third man run and started to start first.

"Bang!"

Romelu Lukaku's ball is very accurate, and as a qualified stumping centre-forward, his ability to play the ball is certainly good.

When Chen Yufeng received the ball, he was already in the rib position, and Ireland's defense collapsed across the board.

Observing the situation in the penalty area, Chen Yufeng pushed the far end with a light kick.

It's a ball that can be easily passed by a youth team player, and you don't need any passing ability at all, you just need to hit the ball in place.

"Bang!"

Eden Hazard, who was on track, smashed the ball into the far corner and didn't miss another chance.

Hazard stretched out his hand towards Chen Yufeng and ran over with a smile.

Scratch someone's back!

Hazard and Chen Yufeng completed each other's assists!

The two hugged each other tightly and excitedly walked towards the side of the court, laughing and celebrating.

With a score of 4-0, it was undoubtedly a big victory.

This is enough to give everyone a strong sense of self-confidence.

"Good ball, bro!"

Hazard and Chen Yufeng hugged each other, and then threw punches at the fans on the sidelines.

Behind them, Meunier, De Bruyne and Lukaku were also celebrating.

They should take it for granted that they also have 50% credit for the ball just now.

That's right, it's a great teamwork that requires a lot of individual ability and synergy from the players in every position, and they have to play their best and pass every ball well.

'Good pass,' Meunier pointed to Kevin De Bruyne and then hugged Romelu Lukaku.

"My penultimate pass is also very important, can I make up for it and don't have to wash my socks?" Lukaku asked, turning his head.

"Nope." De Bruyne and Meunier vetoed at the same time, saying the same thing very dryly.

"Of course not." Chen Yufeng and Eden Hazard also returned at this time and shook their heads at Lukaku.

Until everyone was running towards their own half, ready to attack again, Lukaku was still walking slowly, looking overwhelmed.

Hanhan has always been his characteristic, don't look at the tall and big, this is definitely a cute player.

It's that sometimes you are stupid in the face of absolute opportunities, and God is a ghost, which makes people love and hate.

"That's how you want to fight! We crushed them! ”

Wilmots, who was on the sidelines, finally felt a little high-spirited, and took off his coat, revealing his white shirt.

In this season of weather, it is definitely hot to wear a coat.

But just now he just didn't want to take it off, he always felt that he had no confidence in this way, and he didn't want to appear too thin in front of the fans, for fear that he would have nothing to cover his face when he was scolded.

"Fellaini, Nainggolan, Carrasco, warm up!"

Wilmots waved his hand and began to command on the spot, preparing to make substitution adjustments.

There was no suspense in the game, and while he was staying for the main team, he could let the fitted substitutes go up and see if they could play one or two more.

Hearing his arrangement, several players quickly got up to warm up, leaving Mertens who was sitting in place.

Mertens was of course very puzzled, as he was the first choice on the right flank.

After Chen Yufeng came, he sat on the bench and was very dissatisfied.

Isn't he the first substitute now?

The first game is Carrasco, and the second game is still?

"Mr. Wilmots, why can't I get a chance to play?" Mertens couldn't help but frown and asked.

In the face of such a blunt question, Wilmots glanced back at Mertens, pretended not to hear, and turned away, without answering.

Why?

Taking the lead in confrontation and repeatedly saying things in the team that are not conducive to team cohesion, will you still be allowed to play?

There was no Chen Yufeng before, maybe I would give some chance, what chance do I give now?

Let's play while we go......

Mertens pursed his lips with a sense of anger that he knew was a harbinger of his gradual marginalization on this team.

At this moment, on the pitch, Ireland's defense has been completely routed.

This made Chen Yufeng, who still had a little bit of physical strength, begin to wonder if he should make an attempt with the ball in the middle.

He wants to get a better feel for Ronaldo's ability to break through and prepare for the next game.

Even if you lose, it's not a big deal, anyway, the game has been won safely.

Thinking of this, Chen Yufeng began to wait for the opportunity.

He moved more towards the middle, leaving the flanks to Meunier, who was already addicted to getting forward.

"Bang!"

In the eighty-third minute of the game, Chen Yufeng got a chance.

The ratio was abruptly changed in the back of the pitch, with Alderweireld finding a hidden through ball and passing it directly at his feet.

Good variation......

Chen Yufeng sighed in his heart, and a few smiles appeared on his face, so he would have a wonderful variation.

Feeling the football under his feet, Chen Yufeng killed the Irish backline, a little bit of a beating of the water dogs.

"Clark, hold him off!"

Ireland captain John O'Shea shouted, and his first reaction was that Chen Yufeng could pass the ball after hitting the penalty area, or try to shoot from distance.

He wanted his teammates to delay the attack and wait for more reinforcements.

With apprehension, Clark quickly stepped forward and came to Chen Yufeng's side.

In the face of his defense, Chen Yufeng did not make too fancy moves, just swung left and right, and moved forward quickly with the football, not giving Clark a chance to delay.

His every move seems to be revealed, get out of here, come and grab me, or I'm going to go in......

"Leave it for me!"

Under his teasing, Clark finally couldn't help but kick out, or was forced by the pressure of Chen Yufeng about to enter the penalty area.

Chen Yufeng had been waiting for this for a long time, and quickly changed the direction of the football to the right, broke through Clark from the opposite direction, and passed it cleanly.

It was the perfect breakthrough!

By this time, Ireland captain John O'Shea had already understood that he might be the last defender in the middle and that he had to intercept the ball.

In the case of the last man, he should be safe according to common sense.

However, I don't know if it was because of the score of 0-4, or Chen Yufeng's slightly bigger football, which made him a little unbearable, and directly shoveled towards the football.

"Bang bang!"

Chen Yufeng pushed the ball forward with a simple pull, directly and lightly shook off John O'Shea, and entered the penalty area.

"Mid lane! He passed! Beautiful breakthrough, Chen Yufeng messed up Ireland's back line!! ”

Liu Jiayuan's excited voice sounded from the studio, "This ball is very threatening, Randolph has attacked!" I wonder if he can prevent it? ”

"If you score again, 5-0, it will be a bit miserable! The team that enters the main draw cannot be beaten by other teams with such a humiliating score! ”

"Face Randolph! Chen Yufeng! ”

“……”

On the field, Chen Yufeng, who was already facing the goalkeeper, did not panic at all, on the contrary, he was more calm.

This is the scene he has looked forward to countless times after receiving Da Luo's variation, and now that it has finally arrived, how can he not grasp it?

Slide your body to the left side once, then to the right, and finally to the left!

"Plop!"

Chen Yufeng's pendulum was completed in one go, and his wonderful movements were accompanied by the figure of Irish goalkeeper Randolph falling to the ground in embarrassment.

Ahead, the door is empty.

"Bang!"

Chen Yufeng did not choose to end with a push, but chose a heavy artillery volley with his right foot and hit the ball over, in order to remember the first time he reproduced the classic scene of Da Luo!

"Bell mantis!" A sound hit the crossbar sounded, and the ball bounced into the net.

Chen Yufeng raised his hands in the direction of the fan, pretending to have an expected feeling.

In fact, his cold sweat had left on his forehead and flowed directly down his temples and into his neck......

(End of chapter)