"Bang!!"

A heavy touch sounded, Chen Yufeng's body stretched, and his left foot was at the bottom of the football.

This is also the footwork of Best's arc cross, and the reason why this skill can enter the legendary level is because it is often used.

It's just that this kind of shot is not high because of its relatively long forward swing preparation, and the goal clearance rate of the inside shot is not high.

Chen Yufeng didn't believe in evil at first, and made some attempts, but found that it seemed to be true.

But after entering the penalty area, so close to the goal, he can still try to hit a kick.

"It's in!!"

On the sidelines of Leicester City's bench, teenager Odegaard rushed out, and seeing Chen Yu's inevitable posture, he was ready to hug Ranieri to celebrate.

"Bang!" However, a muffled sound sounded immediately, but all expectations were disappointed, and only a disappointment was left after the disparity.

I saw Helmet Man Cech, who did a good job of blocking the far corner, and smashed the football out of the bottom line with a single punch after coming out.

“Yeahhhhhh……！” There was a burst of cheers, and it was the Arsenal fans who gave their goalkeeper encouragement and praise.

The football was saved by a wonderful god from the bottom line!

It's still a corner!

"Oooh!" Cech rose from the ground, waved his arms in excitement, and then jumped high to hit Koscielny in the chest, a unique way of celebrating in their own way.

After Schmeichel saved the team, the defense of the two of them also saved the team once!

The foreheads of the two were covered with cold sweat for the rest of their lives, but there was excitement in their eyes.

This will make them more confident and experienced in Chen Yufeng's defense.

Everyone is two legs and two feet, is it really impossible to prevent Chen Yufeng?

It's not going to be that mysterious.

"Ahh Nice Petr Cech! ”

Zhan Jun was a little regretful at first, but then reversed this mood and praised the Arsenal players, "Arsenal's defensive distribution is very good, and the players also trust each other very much!" ”

"That's why they were able to make a great save! It almost blocked a must-score chance! ”

Director Zhang Lu was speaking in a very distinctive Beijing accent on the side, and said loudly: "You can also see from the expressions of the two of them, this Chen Yufeng is really difficult to prevent, hehe." ”

"If it weren't for the tacit cooperation of this game, they might have directly faced the dilemma of losing the goal, which is the suppressive force brought by Chen Yufeng."

"It's really nervous and excited, even extremely nervous, that catalyzes the excitement at the moment."

On the court, Mahrez stood in front of the tee point again and extended his right hand towards the box.

Chen Yufeng, who was standing at the penalty spot again, was not too depressed, and still waited quietly for the opportunity to come.

It's not that if he plays well, the ball will definitely go in, the player opposite is not a computer player, but a real person, and he is also a top player with a high reputation in this football world.

Whether he can score or not, there are many factors, he can only do his best to improve the probability of scoring.

A super efficient shooter with a shot conversion rate of around twenty or thirty percent.

Chen Yufeng has done his own similar data survey, and his shot conversion rate is an astonishing 34 points, which is an average of three shots on goal to score a goal.

Of course, this is not the case, sometimes the foot feels good, and it may hit two feet into two feet.

Sometimes the foot feeling is poor, and it is possible that five kicks do not hit the target, just to say an average.

"Bang!"

Mahrez's corner kick was quickly issued, and Chen Yufeng's gaze became sharp.

He glanced at the approximate drop point and saw that the ball might still be the Arsenal defender, so he retreated straight to the outside of the box.

Sure enough, when Chen Yufeng retreated to the outside of the penalty area, Koscielny jumped high and smashed the ball out first.

"Push out!!"

The successive defensive contributions made the French team's central defender's mood very high at the moment, and after landing on the ground, he waved his hand to signal the players to press forward quickly.

Koscielny felt a fire in his chest and instantly felt like a top centre-back.

At that moment, he found that his teammates were all moving.

What's the situation?

"Bang!!"

Koscielny was just a little surprised when he heard a muffled sound like the firing of small-caliber shells.

He turned his head to look and immediately saw a ball of great force smashing into his head.

Thankfully, the ball ended up grazing his ears and didn't hit him in the face, otherwise it would have been a nosebleed......

But then, Koscielny, who reacted, quickly turned back and looked towards the goal, only to see that Cech, who was struggling to save, was unable to stop the ball from touching the net.

"Huh!" A scrubbing sound sounded, and the Arsenal goal was lost.

Unfortunately, the ball did not hit Koscielny's face, but in the middle of the net......

“Yeahhhhhhhh……！！”

Hearing the frenzied roar of the Leicester City fans in attendance, Koscielny's eyes widened, and he looked back after a bewildered Petr Cech.

I saw that outside the penalty area, Chen Yufeng spread his hand towards the fan area of Leicester City and rushed over with a smile.

This goal, he scored it!

Koscielny instantly covered his face and lay on the ground, lying directly down with Cech.

They had just completed a chest knock to celebrate the success of the defense, but at this moment they conceded a goal directly.

It's Chen Yufeng!

At this time, Koscielny and Petr Cech must have a lot of question marks in their minds, and they would love to ask those top centre-backs and goalkeepers.

Tell me, how the hell is this prevented?

"Beautiful!! Chen Yufeng's second goal in the Premier League this season!! ”

Zhan Jun's expression suddenly became exciting, "Can you imagine?!" Such a goal! Appear on the stage of the second round of the Premier League! ”

"Goodbye young man full of bows, not afraid of the years and not afraid of the wind!!"

"A wonderful kick outside the box world wave! Pierced through Cech's ten fingers! Took a 1-0 lead for Leicester City! ”

"Corkscrew Chen Yufeng! The captain of the Blue Foxes did what the team needed him to do, and when the other scorers in the team were still finding form, he shouldered the attacking burden himself! ”

'It was Leicester's third attack in a row, and the efficient blue team eventually ran over Arsenal's steel defence! Chen Yufeng's consecutive goals! ”

“……”

On the field, when the Arsenal players were stunned, Chen Yufeng pointed to the stands with one hand and ran over with a smile.

He has scored more than 40 goals so far in his career, but he is still thrilled with every new goal!

This means that he is still off to a good start in this new season, stabilizing his form and efficiency!

Chen Yufeng's next goal is to score 35 goals in a single season, and to break through 100 career goals as soon as possible!

After that, maybe 200 goals, 300 goals, 500 goals, 700 goals!

As long as he can fight on this field, he will go for these goals, because it means the best!

Thinking of the cute little guy before the game, and thinking of her goal blessing, Chen Yufeng smiled and made a flying kiss to the stands.

"Ahh......h

The husband or boyfriend next to him actually didn't have any superfluous thoughts at this moment, and still smiled and applauded Chen Yufeng.

It's a time to celebrate.

“Yeah……！ Yeah……！ Yeahhh……！ ”

In the coach's seat of Leicester City on the sidelines, the sound of a triple strike sounded, and a substitute player wearing a Leicester City shirt stood up and roared into the stands and punched three times.

Ranieri suddenly cast a resentful look, as if complaining that the player had stolen his limelight.

It was Odegaard, the player who was hoping for a two-goal lead today.

He's desperate to get on the pitch and how can he not be thrilled to see that one step closer to that goal.

"Chen Yufeng! My God! Odegaard shook his fist in celebration and was very emotional.

Although Chilwell and Maguire next to him were also very excited, they still stepped forward to hold Odegaard at this moment to prevent him from making any more drastic moves.

"Calm, calm, brother!" Chilwell was older, but he couldn't help but call his brother.

If it weren't for Odegaard's replacement vest, if he wasn't so young, he would have looked like a regular manager of Leicester City at the moment.

As for the real coach Ranieri, it was only at this moment that he slowly turned around and high-fived Walsh, making a simple celebration of the team's lead.

"Heavenly King, Blue Fox Heavenly King." Walsh made another simple comment of his own, his trademark exclamation.

As for Ranieri, he breathed a long sigh of relief and then smiled: "Danny Simpson can't stop Walcott, we need the faster Chilwell to go up and try." ”

"Chen Yufeng scored the first goal and gave the team a margin for error, and if everything goes well, I will go up for Chilwell in the 60th minute."

"Actually, looking at the scene just now, I don't really want to take risks with substitutions, but everything will be different after Chen Yufeng scores."

"Why not give young people some opportunities? We should believe what they can do. ”

Ranieri smiled and turned to walk away, looking at the pitch with his hands in his hands, clapping his hands and encouraging his players.

He had just spoken in a loud voice, and Chilwell was on the sidelines, so he naturally heard it.

So, a strange picture appeared.

Chilwell, who had just grabbed Odegaard with Maguire, suddenly burst out after Odegaard calmed down, waving his hands at the fans in the stands.

"Chen Yufeng! Pretty! My God! ”

"Oooh......!! Beautiful goal, let's cheer together!! ”

Chilwell almost slipped on his knees and went straight to his knees, and Odegaard and Maguire twitched behind him.

Maguire glanced at Odegaard speechlessly, then returned his gaze to Chilwell's face, and walked to the bench speechlessly.

"By the way, let Maguire warm up later, if everything goes well, let him also feel the game, after all, he is the main training object in the future."

Ranieri shouted another word to the assistant coach, signaling the midfielder to warm up with the players.

Maguire, who was still walking towards the penalty area, suddenly froze, then turned around and rushed out towards the sideline, "yes! Yeahh！ ”

“Yeahhh……！”

"Captain! Keep coming! Go on!! ”

Odegaard on the side instantly cast a disdainful look and rolled his eyes helplessly.

(End of chapter)