Football's Number One Madman

Chapter 1 Starting point orphanage welcomes newcomers!
Wednesday, November 2014, 7.

England, City of London.

A group of young and strong men were sweating recklessly on a green field, and a sharp whistle pierced the afternoon sky.

"Di!"

"Foul by the offensive team!"

The referee who whistled quickly ran to the scene of the incident, took a look at the two players lying on the ground, and then gestured to the outside:

"Team doctor! Stretcher!"

The medical team carrying the medical kit rushed into the field immediately, and the coaches of both sides watched the situation on the field with a little anxiety.

As for the other players, most of them just took the opportunity to take a deep breath, then grabbed a bottle of sports drink from the sidelines, raised their necks and gulped it down, it only stayed in the mouth for three seconds, and then spit it out again.

There were only two or three hundred fans scattered in the auditorium on the sidelines. Seeing that someone seemed to be injured, there was a slight commotion among the crowd.

"Woke up!"

"I said it earlier, how could that Nigerian hunk lose to an Asian monkey?"

"Haha, look at that poor little guy, he's still in a coma!"

Some viewers laughed heartlessly.

The "big guy" they called stood there with his hands spread innocently.

Adebayor Akinfenwa, a dual nationality of England and Nigeria, is "only" 1.8 meters tall, but weighs an astonishing 102 kilograms!

He is almost the strongest athlete in the entire football world!

But the one lying at his feet was a yellow-skinned East Asian.

Looking at his opponent who was completely unconscious, Akinfenwa felt a little regretful, maybe... he shouldn't have been so impulsive just now.

Originally, this was just an innocuous friendly warm-up match, but I just joined the team and was eager to prove my ability in the new environment, so I broke out in this competition with all my strength.

You know, I play for a powerful League Two (fourth tier league) club - New Wimbledon Club!
Today, their opponent is nothing more than a Clapton Club that is struggling in the ninth-level amateur league...

The score was 3-0 long ago, and I also scored a goal, why bother to work so hard?
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"Wake up, he's awake!"

Lee Polo heard a voice.

This language is very strange. Although I can understand it, it is not the most familiar Chinese, but English from a foreign country, and it also has a strange accent.

He opened his eyes, and what he saw was a middle-aged man with stubble on his face. After seeing himself open his eyes, he stretched out two fingers of his right hand:

"Hey, boy, what's this?"

"two."

Li Poluo frowned, but still answered him.

Memories had flooded his mind like a flood.

The owner of this body is also named Li Polo. Polo is obviously an English name. Marco Polo's Polo (although it is a surname) immigrated to England with his parents when he was six years old. When he passed away, he could only rely on government relief funds to barely survive at a young age. As he grew older, with only a junior high school education, he could only do odd jobs in restaurants and department stores to make ends meet.

Perhaps it was influenced by the football atmosphere in Europe, or maybe it was just a coincidence. Three years ago, he joined the football team in the local community. In addition to receiving regular training once a week, he also participated in a game every weekend. It can be exchanged for an extra income of 20 pounds - and the legal minimum wage in the UK is 6 pounds an hour.

He has just turned 20 years old this year, with a height of 1.8 meters and a weight of 76 kg, he can barely be called a strong man, but in the fight just now, he was completely at a disadvantage.

No way, the Akinfenwa on the opposite side is too strong, even Ramos and Van Dijk can't hit him, right?
Seeing that his consciousness was still clear, the team doctor asked again:

"Do you feel any pain in particular?"

Li Poluo moved his hands and feet, turned his neck, and finally shook his head:
"No."

The team doctor patted him on the shoulder and pulled him up from the ground:

"Young man, you are in good health and can hold that monster! I am optimistic about you!"

Li Boluo couldn't help baring his teeth.

This team doctor... belongs to the new Wimbledon club opposite! -
"Di!"

After confirming that the players on both sides can continue to persist, the referee blew the whistle to continue the game.

It was Clapton's backcourt free kick just now, and the goalkeeper kicked the ball forward, wanting to take the opportunity to launch a wave of fast break.

As a defender, Li Polo watched the ball fly high into the sky from a distance, and a strange picture suddenly popped up in his mind-he seemed to be able to clearly predict the final landing point of this kick-off!
His eyes moved quickly, and the football seemed to be drawn by him, almost exactly falling on his prediction point!

"I... have awakened my talent?"

"...This is absolutely fake, right?"

Li Poluo shook his head, dispelled this strange thought, and then prepared to devote himself to the competition with all his strength.

But now it's 68 minutes, and it's only 22 minutes before the end of the game. The score behind by three goals has long made this warm-up match meaningless, but Lee Polo, who has just come to this world, still wants to get acquainted own body.

"Back off!"

In a blink of an eye, Clapton's fast break was beaten back by the opponent. Several midfielders issued warnings to the defense, and then retreated aggressively, preparing to defend.

Low-level teams tend to like long balls the most, and New Wimbledon is no exception. Their midfielder just grabbed the ball and directly launched a ball.

The speed of the ball is not too fast, it is very likely to penetrate the opposite line of defense!
The strong and fierce striker - Akinfenwa glanced at the sky, made such a prediction in his mind, and then lowered his head and sprinted towards the goal at full speed!
After running 20 meters, he turned his head again to check the position of the ball, but he saw a black shadow passing him from the corner of his eye.

The guy who was easily knocked over by him a few minutes ago rose into the air!

Akinfenwa opened his mouth.

In Li Polo's eyes, the spinning football seemed to have been cast with a deceleration spell, and he could accurately predict the next flight path!

He jumped high, the ball hit his forehead accurately, and then bounced back.

Akinfenwa stopped sprinting in frustration:
"Just a little bit!"
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Completing a header clearance did not cause any waves. Whether it was the coaches of both sides, the players, or the audience on the sidelines, no one would be surprised.

This time the clearance did not evolve into an effective offense, and the disparity in strength between the two sides was too great, so the game entered garbage time early.

The new Wimbledon has replaced three starters in one breath, preparing to hone the second-tier players and make some preparations for the new season.

The same is true for Clapton, with the exhausted striker and midfielder replaced, trying to use up the rest of the time with a fresh newcomer.

After both sides used up their substitutions, the game was still a one-sided offensive and defensive drill. In the next 10 minutes, Clapton couldn't even attack his own half!
"Tsk, this little guy's header is not bad!"

When Lee Polo made another clearance, the new Wimbledon coach, Neil Ardley, was sitting on the sidelines.

Assistant coach Neil Cox also noticed this scene:
"You mean... the opponent's defender?"

Adrey nodded:
"Our several attacks were trying to penetrate the defense and look for Akinfenwa, but every time we were intercepted by him, it is hard to believe that these were all accidental."

Cox agreed with his judgment:

"And he's physically strong and doesn't look Asian at all."

Adrey laughed:
"Don't let him hear it, or you will be charged with racial discrimination!"

Cox punched him in the chest:

"Please, I'm a half-breed myself!"

Between the two talking and laughing, the game has come to the 83rd minute, and Clapton got a free kick in the frontcourt.

It's embarrassing to say that this is only their second free kick in the frontcourt so far-because in the previous 83 minutes, they could hardly pose any threat to the new Wimbledon goal.

Cox whistled:
"It's a pity that the opponent is too weak, we can't practice the defense of set kicks."

Adrey shrugged his shoulders, but did not deny it.

For them, the biggest significance of this game is to fulfill the agreement between the clubs. Do they still expect to find a star of hope from a ninth-level amateur team?

Then he saw the young defender, who he called "the header is not bad", trotting towards the frontcourt.

Adrey pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, smiled slightly and said:
"Looks like we can practice defense a little bit."

(End of this chapter)