Pochettino was dumbfounded again, listening to the roars of the fans, everything from the past seemed to reappear in front of him.

Since last season, Chen Yufeng's goals against Tottenham have been close to double digits, right?

Is this Tottenham nemesis or his revenge?

Don't...... Am I really unable to pass this level?

Pochettino asked himself in his mind for the first time in his Spurs coaching career.

Shrouded in the frustration of falling behind and the anger of the fans, he even staggered back to the coach's seat, and the assistant coach next to him hurriedly came over to help.

"Are you alright?" The assistant coach on the side asked with concern.

"It's okay, I'm just a little dizzy."

Pochettino was hiding under the canopy of the dugout, his face began to show some sweat, and his eyes gradually became blank, as if he had been drained of consciousness.

'It's just one goal behind, we've had a lot of comebacks this season and we're going to have chances, trust the players.'

The assistant coach continued to speak out comfortingly, even if he didn't even believe him.

In so many duels, Tottenham has only won Leicester City once, and that is when the opponent has not played Chen Yufeng and the whole main team.

Everyone knows that under the huge psychological pressure and subconscious deep timidity, as long as they fall behind, some Tottenham players can no longer hold on to the belief of winning.

And once a few people lack this momentum, the whole team will be affected, worse and worse, more and more confused.

"Let me be quiet."

Pochettino waved his hand to signal the assistant coach to leave, he didn't want to be distracted anymore to listen to others.

At the moment, he has put most of his mind on Chen Yufeng and this match, and some of them may be his doubts about himself.

It's messy, it's really messed up in his brain, that's the only feeling he'll have.

The assistant coach next to him pursed his lips and walked away, and the most authentic evaluation emerged in his heart, "Jing? How can this be quiet? The fans scolded like thunder, and it would be strange if it could be calmed down. ”

"It seems that he has given up, he has been shattered by Chen Yufeng's confidence, and everything has completely collapsed."

"Another fruitless season......

Although Pochettino has had a similar situation before, it is definitely not as serious as it is now, yelling or changing mentality is actually normal, and it is rare to be beaten and lose his soul.

How big is this psychological shadow?

…………

"Lightning speed! Super Boot Burst! Chen Yufeng once again showed his ability to fans around the world in today's game, and he has proven himself to be a world-class player time and time again! ”

Xu Yang, a pitchside commentator, was explaining the follow-up to the goal to the audience in front of the TV, "We can see that the Tottenham players have begun to complain to each other. ”

"This kind of behavior just dropped a ball, that only proves one thing, Chen Yufeng's blow to them is too big!"

Xu Yang, who has played professional football, can empathize with the players, and he can probably guess what the Tottenham players are saying at the moment, "Indeed, the appearance of such a goal is not acceptable to anyone." ”

"This is the crushing of the pure body, this is the most incomprehensible and desperate way to crush!"

"We can focus on Chen Yufeng's speed, I think he has become a little faster? Especially in those steps of start-up. ”

"This change may be small, but we can still see it if we look closely, and see if there is an analysis team after the game to analyze Chen Yufeng's start at that time."

Xu Yang kept talking, and the broadcast camera also focused on the Leicester City players from the Tottenham players.

They laughed and ran towards their pitch, seemingly having finished their celebrations.

"It's a bit too much to get to the semifinals and not come back with a championship, right?" Vardy shouted with a laugh.

"Don't open the champagne at half-time, we only have a goal ahead, and we are not sure to reach the semi-finals."

Drinkwater persuaded from the sidelines: "At least you have to score another goal, right?" When I'm two goals ahead, I'll be with you to dream of the championship. ”

"Did I score?"

Vardy set his eyes on Chen Yufeng's back running in front of him, and said with a smile: "It depends on whether he will pass the ball to me, like him who can solve the problem alone, I am afraid that the more he plays, the more he will be alone." ”

"Yufeng is not alone, he will pass it on to you." Drinkwater pricked his eyes.

"What's going on?" Mahrez, who was next to him, came up with a dissatisfied look and said to the two: "Am I so unworthy?" Isn't it possible for me to pass the ball? Why don't you seem willing to waste your tongue on me? ”

"Go and go."

The two waved their hands together, one said the first half of the sentence, and the other said the second half: "Chen Yufeng is the king of the cup." ”

As the two drifted apart, Mahrez spread his hands helplessly, and then vowed to use the most perfect performance to justify himself!

"Beep!"

The referee then blew the whistle for the resumption of the game, this time with Tottenham Hotspur in the centre circle and Leicester players pressing on.

"Retreat...... Ranieri wanted to make Leicester's players back a little, but the words still swallowed their stomachs.

With the momentum so high, let's put some pressure on Tottenham, and if we can go back to the dressing room with a 2-0 scoreline, it will be a completely different scene.

Even if he was equalized by the opposite side on the counter-attack because of his aggressiveness, Ranieri was confident of coming back.

After being a coach for so many years, if he can't even see the respective 'momentum' of the two teams, then he doesn't need to continue to stand in this position.

…………

In the 34th minute of the game, just three minutes after the goal.

"Bang!" Vertonghen's careless pass caused a big havoc, and Klose, who was ambushed by Winks' side, grabbed the ball this time through the card position.

It was a great counter-attack because the Spurs lines were too far apart!

"Midway location! Klose has a through ball and Vardy receives the football! ”

"One step to the ball, it's already a single knife!"

"Kick the door! Oh, it was a close chance and Vardy deflected it wide and Tottenham escaped! ”

"Efficient as Leicester City, it doesn't seem to be able to take every opportunity!"

"It's a shame that we didn't get a 2-0 lead, but if we keep the momentum, we should have chances."

'Next time, Tottenham may not be so lucky.'

Watching Vardy miss a close-range one-on-one goal, Ranieri on the sidelines clung to his head in pain.

Pochettino on the other side was the one who looked more calm, and the roles of the two seemed to be reversed at this moment.

But in the next moment, the live broadcast camera gave a close-up of Pochettino's lower body, mercilessly filming his legs, which were already so nervous that they were trembling, and the fans knew that they were in a state of being frightened just now.

The Leicester players on the pitch ran back into their positions and Mahrez yelled at Vardy with dissatisfaction: "It's hard for me to trust you and pass the ball to you." ”

"With Yufeng here, it doesn't matter if you want to pass the ball or not."

Vardy knew Mahrez was joking with him and replied.

This kind of mutual hatred can still allow them to eliminate some other negative emotions in some cases.

The game restarted, and another seven minutes later.

Tottenham's attack was halted in front of the ball, and the ball was kicked to Chen Yufeng by N'Golo Kante, followed by Eriksen, who knocked Kante down.

"Ah......h

The referee hesitated, and when he saw Chen Yufeng, who had already started the ball, he still gave a favorable penalty to the attack.

He mentally noted a yellow card for Eriksen and ran after Chen Yufeng's back.

It's good that he doesn't run, and after running, the referee also slightly understands the sadness of the Tottenham players......

Referees definitely have physical fitness requirements, whether it is physical fitness, energy, concentration, etc., they must be qualified.

And people who have these points are generally not much slower.

In football, if a fast horse runs 100 meters for more than 11 seconds, they can at least run for about 13 seconds and 14 seconds, which is a relatively average value among the referees.

They don't have to race against the players, they just need to make sure they don't get too far away from the fast-moving players.

However, the referee who enforced the law today gradually discovered that Chen Yufeng's advance was much faster than ordinary fast horse players!

This is a speed that he has never experienced to open the gap!

When you usually run with the players, there is a limit to how far you can go, at least not so much that you can't observe what's going on there.

But today, this sense of powerlessness comes to his heart.

"Here we go again! Chen Yufeng's furious start speed! It was as if he didn't need to start, and he was already at the highest speed when he rushed up! ”

"Ben Davis doesn't have the power to fight against him at all! I don't want to say this word a second time! ”

"The referee has disappeared and no longer appears in the main broadcast camera, hahaha......"

"Cut in!"

"Vertonghen came out, and he kicked down his national team teammate Chen Yufeng! Leicester won a free kick on the right side of the edge of the box, which is suitable for left-footed players, and of course Chen Yufeng can also give it a try! ”

As Xu Yang's voice sounded, the referee on the pitch came to the scene of the incident out of breath, raised a yellow card for Vertonghen with a bitter face, and turned back to make up for Eriksen.

If he hadn't sprinted with all his strength behind him, it might have been hard to tell if the ball was faked or really kicked.

In a sense, he has to thank Vertonghen, who has just committed a decisive foul, because if Chen Yufeng inserts it further, then he will be blind.

At the penalty spot, Mahrez stood here with Chen Yufeng.

Chen Yufeng's free kick goals this season are not many, and there are few fouls with opponents in this position, and there are great chances.

His free-kick goal last season left an indelible impression on too many opponents, who generally did not give him a free-kick unless it was necessary.

Today's one can be regarded as panicking from the bottom of his heart, he is afraid that Chen Yufeng will burst into the penalty area again and score a goal.

"Are you coming or am I coming?" Mahrez looked at Chen Yufeng next to him, and he himself was eager to try.

"I'm back-to-foot, I'll come."

Chen Yufeng signaled that he was going to use his left foot to take the ball, and after getting Dembele's left-right balance, his foot balance has been good.

Sometimes, left-footed shots are even more accurate than right-footed passes.

Chen Yufeng is not sure what the reason is, according to his understanding, the right foot is his original habitual foot, no matter how he kicks, there will be some instincts and bad habits accumulated at the beginning.

But the left foot is cultivated step by step, which is more mechanical and accurate.

Of course, he didn't practice much, he just plagiarized Dembele's abilities.

"Let's go with our feet."

Mahrez took a step backwards, which was considered to be his concession, and then laughed, "Who dares to let you kick it, hahaha." ”

Chen Yufeng smiled slightly and didn't say anything.

He took a deep breath, and the ball conceded by this kind of teammate naturally had some pressure.

No one wants to disappoint anyone.

"Beep!"

The referee's whistle sounded, and Chen Yufeng glanced at Lloris's position, he faced this goalkeeper who had scored from a free kick, and he must be the one with the psychological advantage.

Take that famous saying, before the ball is released, the advantage is in the line.

Chen Yufeng began to run, he followed his muscle memory to swing his right arm, stretched his body to the left, and then his left thigh drove the calf, and his ankle was forced to pocket the football.

"Chen Yufeng! It should be him who will handle the ball, Mahrez has no idea of moving! ”

"Left foot! This is not his habitual foot! It's rare to see a left-footed penalty kick kicked, and it's even more unheard of to kick a set-piece! ”

"I'm pessimistic about the ball, but I hope to see another surprise from Chen Yufeng!"

"One kick on the door——!"

Ranieri, who was on the sidelines, craned his neck to look behind the wall and saw that the ball had a blistering drop before crashing into the corner on the right side of the goal.

This is Lori's weak side, and he uses a human wall to block it, and he stands farther to the left.

"Whew!!" The sound of wiping the net then sounded, and Chen Yufeng ran to the side of the court again, playing his favorite cradle celebration recently.

Leicester's players quickly followed, and the cheers of the fans once again enveloped White Hart Lane: "Oh————!!! ”

"The ball is in!!"

"I feel like it's redundant to say anything! This goal doesn't need any rating! ”

"All I can say is that it's really hard and hard to play that quality from a set-piece with a non-dominant foot!! This is basically an impossible situation! ”

"But Chen Yufeng did it! He is in a league of his own in this star-studded football! ”

Xu Yang's excited voice sounded, "Not to mention the fans of Leicester City, even I am trembling with excitement now!" ”

What followed was a long silence, and it seemed that Xu Yang was really speechless.

On the sidelines, Ranieri jumped up again with a red face.

Two goals ahead!

Coupled with Tottenham's current state of confusion.

It can be said that they have half a foot on the semi-final stage!

This will be the best chance for the club to win a Grand Slam in England, and they are going to pull off an extraordinary miracle!

In two years, let a relegation team win the domestic quadruple crown!

Premier League, League Cup, Community Shield, and an FA Cup!

"This kid, as soon as I saw him standing there and hitting the goal, I knew he was going to score, no matter what foot he used."

Steve Walsh smiled next to him, "Do you believe in this sixth sense?" ”

"I don't believe it."

Ranieri was pleased, but he didn't give Steve Walsh face, and he told the truth: "Do you know why? Because Chen Yufeng seems to have been bound to the matter of scoring goals. ”

'As long as you see him get a shot, there's at least a 40 percent chance he'll blast the ball into the net.'

"Your subconscious will only leave the highlights of when he scores, and when he concedes some goals, you will subconsciously filter and shield it."

When Steve Walsh heard this serious answer, not only did he not feel unhappy or anything else, but on the contrary, he laughed directly, "It turns out that our head coach of the year is still a philosopher. ”

"No, no, no, that's it, you have to believe what I say."

Ranieri smiled and waved his hand seriously, this absurd duo of the two sometimes really gives people a very peculiar feeling.

For this goal, Tottenham has completely collapsed.

Pochettino's lips protruded in deflatment, and his sigh with his eyes closed was even replayed in slow motion in front of fans around the world.

"It's another harvest of nothing, when will we have a champion!"

"Levi's goal-picking, Pochettino's visionless, a bunch of unmotivated players, and angry fans! What else do we have? ”

"Leicester City has won so many championships, and Chen Yufeng, who went out, left Tottenham and won the championship like crazy! We don't have anything yet! ”

'It's a question of whether we can finish in the top four in the Premier League this year and I feel like we don't even have the Champions League next year!'

"Pochettino is out of class! Levy leaves Tottenham! ”

"If there is nothing this season, then we will never come to White Hart Lane to support this team again! Bah! ”

Fans have voiced their own grievances, as if they have seen the future of Tottenham.

The players on the field are still the same as before.

Lloris spread his hands to express his helplessness: "Don't give him a free kick in that position, everyone knows he has that kick." ”

"On the right side, I really didn't expect him to shoot with his left foot and score ......" Vertonghen next to him also complained, and his last sentence was actually blaming Lloris for why he couldn't save the football.

Lori heard it, but he didn't dare to be angry.

He doesn't have any big accolades yet, and Vertonghen is already a European Cup winner, so the coffee seat is bigger......

"I think it's because we're too slow to get back in front of us and you can't always give the defender a problem."

Alderweireld waved his hand next to him to express his opinion, and then was quickly rebuffed by several people.

"Fart."

'I tried my best to kick N'Golo Kante but he shoveled the ball away before he went down, so what can I do?'

"Chen Yufeng is so fast, how fast can we follow back?"

"Standing and talking doesn't hurt your back."

Seeing that there was a possibility of a conflict between the two groups, wingback Ben Davies stepped up.

"It's my problem, it's that I can't keep up with him, I don't have the ability, okay?" Ben Davies took the blame and then voiced his expectations: "Stop arguing, play well, be worthy of the fans." ”

I thought this would make everyone stop for a while, but I didn't expect that until the restart, the sound of quarrels still came from their team from time to time.

That continued until the end of the first half, and anyone could guess by looking at the expressions on the faces of the Tottenham players as they returned to the lounge.

Later, in a small room inside White Hart Lane, multiple conflict plots will definitely break out.

…………

Fifteen minutes later, the half-time break ended, and the players from both sides returned to the pitch to fight each other.

As you can see, the expressions on the faces of the Tottenham players are still not good, and they did not solve the problems that should be solved at half-time.

As a result, they played even worse in the second half.

Originally, a team in the upper reaches of the Premier League, sitting on its own home turf, should not have such a clumsy performance.

But the mixture of new hatred and old hatred, coupled with Chen Yufeng's constant use of unconventional operations to hit their mentality, this kind of collapse is understandable.

Against Leicester City, there are not a few teams that have collapsed, and Tottenham is just the most typical and serious one.

"Bang!"

In the 61st minute of the game, Riyad Mahrez helped Leicester City to take a corner kick from the wing.

Klose rose high in the middle to score the icing on the cake for Leicester.

Three to zero!

Even if Son Heung-min scored a face-saving goal for Tottenham four minutes later, their defeat was irreversible.

It's almost impossible to score two or even three goals in the following time.

Not to mention, Leicester made a substitution in the 68th minute.

Chen Yufeng and Riyad Mahrez came off one after another, and they were replaced by Albrighton and Ndidi.

These are all players with stronger defensive attributes, and it seems that Ranieri is ready to use defense to secure the victory.

When the "pop ......" ended, Chen Yufeng suddenly heard a burst of applause in the venue.

It doesn't seem to be just Leicester fans, who can't make such violent noises.

When Chen Yufeng looked up at the stands, he found that all the Tottenham fans got up at the moment, shaking their heads frantically and applauding excitedly, as if they had just listened to a speech by a master of success.

"Stunned? Or ......"

Chen Yufeng knows that even if the relationship between the two teams eases somewhat, Tottenham fans will not make such a move towards him.

So, the only possibility is that they are disgusting Pochettino......

"It's miserable."

Chen Yufeng peeked in the direction of Pochettino and found that the latter was standing with his hands in his hands extremely melancholy at the moment, looking very haggard.

This kind of despair of watching yourself move away from the last championship line is probably only felt by the person concerned.

Chen Yufeng secretly said a word of condolences, and then returned to the bench.

He's running out of fitness and now needs to rest and watch the lads finish their final work.

In the next game, everything went on without a panic.

Tottenham doesn't attack, and Leicester City doesn't attack either, it's just attrition.

As soon as Tottenham hit, Leicester City's nine men except Vardy all retreated, and they were bound to defend through to the end.

Tottenham tried for a while, and gradually gave up the idea of equalizing and overtaking, killing time.

This also became the last straw that overwhelmed the Tottenham fans, who were already angry, and after leaving countless curses, they began to leave the field en masse.

The huge crowd squeezed the exits, and hundreds of people left the stadium through multiple exits every second.

This has also become a sight in the stadium......

"Hmm...... It's better than this game. Chen Yufeng made a heart-piercing evaluation.

"Beep! Beep! Beep ——!! Turning his head, he saw the referee blow three long whistles.

The dust has settled.

“Yeah——！！” The Leicester City fans burst into excited shouts at the scene, and Chen Yufeng and many teammates also rushed to the stadium, once again celebrating this relatively easy victory with sliding kneeling or other celebratory actions!

FA Cup semi-finals!

One step closer to the championship!

This is certainly something to celebrate.

After playing around with his teammates in the field for a while, Chen Yufeng, who had long been accustomed to being the captain and being the elder brother, returned to the sidelines and sat down.

Looking at the happy young players in the center of the field, for a certain moment, he also wanted to go back to his youth.

"But this kind of feeling, after a year of establishment, stepping on the Clippers step by step, is not bad."

For a while, Chen Yufeng was still a little intoxicated.

(End of chapter)