At the King Power Stadium, the game kicked off at 6:30 p.m

With the fans cheering on the ball, players from both sides ran to start the final round of the league.

After this game, this year's Premier League journey may be coming to an end.

This may also be Chen's last year in the Premier League, his last game in the Premier League.

When the clock came to seven, the first goal came.

"Bang!"

Bournemouth midfielder Stanislas scored a goal against Achraf in a corner kick scramble, which was a pure muscle goal.

“Oh——！” There was a burst of cheers from the scattered Bournemouth supporters, who gave their praise to the scorer in a faint voice.

And then it's gone.

Stanislas himself, including himself, didn't celebrate too much, just trotted around the sidelines and returned to his position.

It's certainly a bit of a strange scene, and it doesn't seem like the Bournemouth players are so happy?

Yes, they do have a weight on their heads.

In their opinion, a single goal will not change anything, and Leicester City must be quick to hit back with thunder.

It's out of gas!

Even they themselves feel that they can't win!

You can't even win if you play first!

In a high-level arena with fierce competition and sportsmanship and professional ethics, this kind of behavior is definitely not encouraged.

It does happen very rarely.

But I don't know why, looking at a Leicester City player in front of me who is wearing a blue coat, with a majestic fire in his eyes, and is ready to win the cup.

Bournemouth did coax.

Some even expected Leicester's equaliser and comeback goal sooner.

Otherwise, the media will advertise a miracle race similar to the Aguero 9248, with a miraculous comeback to win the championship.

In that case, their Bournemouth will be a timeless backdrop, like the Crystal Palace back then.

"Beep! Beep ——! "Shortly after the goal, the referee blew the whistle for the end of the half.

Bournemouth are leading Leicester City 1-0 for the time being.

At the end of the pitch, the Leicester players did not talk to each other, they just waved to the fans in the stands, expressing their confidence that they would fight to the end and that the team would be able to win the game.

And they do.

No one thinks there's anything behind the one-goal deficit.

No one thinks they're going to lose!

If they want to lose, they will lose a long time ago, they will not lose today, and they will not draw.

There's only one thing they have to do, win it and then lift the Premier League trophy high in the future!

This is also the second trophy of Chen Yufeng's captain career!

He is confident that this trophy will not be absent!

This is an explanation to the team, and it is also an explanation to himself!

In the first half, Chen Yufeng spent a half facing the three-person pinching position, and he did play a little uncomfortable.

However, he could clearly feel that after his half-court attrition.

The three Bournemouth players are obviously out of energy.

It's very difficult to defend against a player like him who is full of explosive points all over his body, especially in the receiving line and anti-turning.

That means that once Chen Yufeng runs one step, these players have to run three steps, and if they run five steps, they have to run eight steps.

Chen Yufeng's body occasionally sank his shoulders, and these people had to start it once.

It's a completely unequal exchange of physical energy.

"It's going to win." After silently telling himself this in his heart, Chen Yufeng walked into the locker room.

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"Beep!"

At Stamford Bridge, the final round of the 1617 Premier League season officially began with the referee's whistle.

Conte stood on the edge of the pitch with a frown, just busy playing, not paying attention to the situation on his phone.

At this time, you have to pay attention to the game on the field and not be distracted.

He really hoped that someone who knew his face would come and tell him whether the situation over there was good or bad, so that he could be mentally prepared in advance.

Step by step to the present, Conte is really unwilling to give up the championship like this.

But he couldn't help it.

Just because of those goal difference, those damn goal difference!

Their team is about to have a season that is close but out of reach!

They're worse than relegated!

'At half-time, Leicester were one goal behind and Bournemouth were 1-0 up. An assistant coach appeared behind Conte and told him the news.

Conte's expression jerked, he glanced back at the assistant coach, and when he raised his head to speak, he pressed back the snickering joy in his heart.

Calm down...... It's only half time, Leicester are often behind, it's not difficult for them, they still have a lot of time to equalise and overtake the score, can we pass this good opportunity if we are in their position?

No!

I can't act like an idiot and daydream here!

Conte's expression changed again, he turned his head and admonished: "Pay attention to the situation over there, if there is any news, tell me immediately." ”

"Okay." The assistant coach nodded, not quite understanding why Conte's expression had changed in quick succession in just one second.

Not far from them, Sunderland manager David Moyes has also taken note of the situation.

He turned around and asked about the score on Leicester's side, and the old man smiled after learning that the Foxes were down 1-0.

'I don't have to look at the details to know that Bournemouth won't be thrilled by the goal and Leicester won't be sad about it.'

He whispered to Mai in his coat pocket, "It won't change. ”

'They're going to be able to equalise the scoreline, they're going to win the Premier League, they're resilient, there's no team in the world who can match Leicester.'

"Let me think about adjectives...... It's like, before you succeed, God will always push you some obstacles, but as long as you take a step forward, you can see a piece of light. ”

'Nobody thinks Leicester can't get past it, not even Conte.

"Yes, neither will Conte, I just saw his expression."

At this moment, the situation on the field changed abruptly.

Sunderland striker Gooch went down on the edge of the Chelsea penalty area and the Chelsea players waved to the referee to signal they hadn't touched Gooch.

In this kind of life-or-death game, they didn't even notice that Sunderland midfielder Gibson rushed over and poked the ball away and went straight into the box.

Or maybe it's too late for them to notice!

The more critical the game and the more you can't lose, the more impatient you will be and the more afraid you will be of giving your opponent a chance.

Once you have this kind of thinking, you are bound to make mistakes one after another.

Because fear eats away at you, draining some of your instincts and muscle memory out of it, making you unable to do what you're doing.

"Bang!"

Sunderland midfielder Gibson volleyed in and the ball went into the net.

1 to 0!

It was Sunderland who scored first!

They are ahead!

"Oh...... I just guessed the mood of Bournemouth, so I had a good experience. ”

Standing in front of the dugout, Moyes was still muttering to himself, "I know that Chelsea, who have an absolute advantage in strength, will soon overtake the score by making adjustments, I am not pouring cold water on my own team, which is actually the case. ”

'They can't beat them, like Bournemouth can't play Leicester.'

"The beginning is the same, the result will be the same, poor Bournemouth and us, hahaha."

Moyes finally smiled open-mindedly, and he turned his head to look, and sure enough, there was no panic on Conte's face.

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King Power Stadium.

In the 67th minute, Leicester intercepted Bournemouth's counter-attack in the middle.

N'Golo Kante took the lead and raced towards the Bournemouth backfield.

He's always taken on this role often, but his defensive attributes are too strong, and his offensive propulsion ability is diluted.

"Bang!"

N'Golo Kante knocked the ball to Riyad Mahrez on the right, and the pony cut inside to the middle, and the wing-back who dribbled and followed him almost fell.

At this moment, Ashraf rushed from behind Mahrez, "Give it to me!" ”

The backcover tactic is the most common small tactic in the wing attack, which has little technical content, but it is useful in certain moments.

When Mahrez played the ball to Achraf, there was already an empty space in front of Achraf.

He was given at least two seconds to aim.

"Bang!" A high-quality cross was sent and found to Chen Yufeng at the back point.

In the chaotic battle, Chen Yufeng found that there were too many people who followed him, and it was very likely that he would be disturbed when he jumped up to fight for the top.

So he decided to go forward for the ball.

Step out of your header comfort zone and go for a higher point!

Because...... He also barbs.

Under the attention of the Leicester City fans in the whole stadium, Chen Yufeng's figure was like a shrewd cheetah, turning over and throwing his legs in one go.

The Bournemouth players next to them didn't dare to come up to block at all, they were afraid of eating Chen Yufeng's hard toes and afraid of being disfigured.

This is also the reason why Chen Yufeng chose the barb, he has to use star skills to shoot at a very high level of comfort!

"Bang!!" A powerful shot blasted past the blocking Bournemouth player and slammed into the top right corner of the net.

One-to-one!

The ball is in!

It's a goal that you won't have any problems with!

“Yeah——！” The cheers from the Leicester fans proved they had anticipated it.

Everyone wasn't too excited, they weren't too cold, they just took it as normal.

Chen Yufeng didn't celebrate too much, he came to the goal, held the ball in his arms, and ran back to his position with a blank face.

Even if you believe that you will win, you should buy time for yourself.

Otherwise, it will inevitably fall into an embarrassing and urgent situation.

It's better to hold the initiative in your own hands as much as possible, and let yourself be more comfortable in everything.

It's just that the barb is really cool...... Chen Yufeng thought with a smile in his heart.

He knew that all the cameras in the room were focused on him, so he put on an unfathomable expression, and he still tried to justify himself in his heart.

But in fact, he had already appeared in his heart, with his head held high.

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'Leicester scored.'

At Stamford Bridge, Conte in front of the dugout learned the news from his assistant coach.

There was a hint of disappointment on his face.

Sure enough, is it still going to go on like this?

The worst results he had guessed before were being fulfilled one by one.

"Let's play the game in front of us first, and then talk about the rest." Conte tried to divert his attention.

But for the next ten minutes, his heart was in a state of extreme torment, and he didn't have the heart to pay attention to everything on the court.

It's like, this is a joke, it has nothing to do with the final championship, whether it can win the championship or not is on Leicester City's side.

As long as they beat Bournemouth and overcome their own uncertainties, they can win the title.

Their Chelsea majestic shouting for the championship for a long time, no mistakes are no mistakes, but so what?

On Leicester City's side, there were no mistakes, and they played as steadily as old dogs in the last few games.

Conte thought he was ridiculous.

He felt that hard work was worthless in the face of absolute talent and strength.

Luka Kunu works hard, can he score more goals than Chen Yufeng?

Courtaunu works hard, can he be as popular with fans as Chen Yufeng?

"Bang!"

When Conte came to his senses, it was time for Eden Hazard to score a brace to help his team overtake the scoreline.

He clapped his palms to congratulate Hazard's goal, and just as he was in a better mood, he saw a panicked figure next to him.

He was the first to tell him that Leicester were behind, and he was the one who said they had scored.

Conte suddenly had some bad premonitions in his heart, and he even wanted to wave his hand to stop this person from talking and escape from reality, but unfortunately it was too late.

"Mahrez! It's overtaken by the score! Leicester City are ahead! Bournemouth are starting to come on the bench! The assistant hurriedly spoke his words.

Conte put his hands in his pockets and leaned back slightly, completely deflated.

When the man next to him saw this scene, he was no longer anxious, and accepted this fact with a sigh.

Overtake, lead, on the bench.

A few key words kept coming through their minds, and they wanted to think of some variables from them, but unfortunately they couldn't think of them.

Leicester City, who are attacking with all their might, will soon crush Bournemouth's substitutions.

The group of substitutes will defend with all their might, trying to block the attack of the Blue Fox Iron Riders, so that when they return home after the break, they can also brag to the new girl and say the classic sentence: "The main thing is that the coach won't let me play, that person doesn't like me, you see that after I went up, even the champion of that year failed to defeat us." ”

As for the offense?

These substitutes may not even think about it.

The two of them were still hesitating here, and another person ran up behind them.

"Bournemouth have been hit off the tee! De Linkwater scores a goal! A dragon that stumbled by mistake! Leicester City are 3-1! It's been 80 minutes over there. ”

The two glanced at each other and smiled, a little relieved, and felt that this scene was full of comedic effect.

At this moment, another person ran from behind the group that had become a group of three.

Conte: "??? ”

He was stunned, won't there be more?

'Eden Hazard is injured! For whom! The man hurriedly pointed to the field, the team doctor had already run up, and Conte had been wandering at all this time just now, so he came over to remind him.

Conte breathed a sigh of relief and quickly made a decision, "Let Michy Batshuayi go up, let Pedro warm up, and replace all the strikers for me." ”

"Why?" Someone asked, but as soon as they asked, they probably guessed the reason.

Conte grinned, shook his neck a few times, and looked at Moyes next to him, like a hooligan, "Because they all have to die!" I'm going to pull him up. ”

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ps: I'm really sorry, it may have to be tomorrow, the Lantern Festival is reunited, drunk, this will not ease up.

(End of chapter)

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