Football's Number One Madman

Chapter 101 Do you still want to exchange jerseys?

"Oh God, Wimbledon is so miserable!"

"They lost their main goalkeeper before the penalty shootout!"

In the bbc's live broadcast room, the sympathy of the three commentators exploded instantly.

Carragher even had a bit of nostalgia for history:
"James Shea, in my memory, he was once selected as a substitute goalkeeper for the national team lineup of the World Cup qualifiers, and he has also been a teammate of the national team with me. He undoubtedly has very good abilities. If He won't be able to play and it's going to be a disaster for Wimbledon."

Neville, who failed to participate in the 2010 World Cup, certainly had no impression of Shea:
"If Wimbledon had any hope of winning, it was a penalty shootout, but now they have to face an extremely embarrassing situation ... eh? What does that mean?"

In the TV screen, Lee Polo took a pair of gloves from his roommate, the third goalkeeper McDonnell, and put them on his hands!

"This... Polo Lee, is he going to be a guest goalkeeper?"
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Cox handed the small note to Xie A to Li Poluo.

"Drogba, Costa, these all tend to hit the goal vigorously, and there is a high probability that they will hit this direction."

"William could play top left."

"We haven't collected Cuadrado's penalty kick data, so just follow your intuition..."

Wallner and McDonnell are still guiding:

"You have to stand on the goal line with both feet and wait until the opponent kicks the ball before moving, otherwise you will be sentenced to a violation."

"Be careful when making a save and spread your legs, which can expand the defensive area."

"It's best to keep your hands in this shape, ah forget it, you can do whatever you want!"
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While Cox was busy, Ardrey had already decided on the order of penalty kicks.

Dubis, who has the most accurate shooting skills, was the first to play, which can also be regarded as a boost to the morale of other players.

Ranked second to fourth are midfielder Porter, his partner Francon, and third captain Phillips.

Rigg, the team's top passer and known as "Crazy Beckham", played last.

One red card, one injury, and only 9 people who can stay on the field, he doesn't need to think too much.

"Don't think too much, just aim and kick!"

He gathers all the players around for the final mobilization:

"Long live the Crazy Gang!"

"Viva, dons!"

After the mobilization meeting, Li Poluo held back his teammates:

"Guys, you guys have to do me a favor."

Phillips patted him on the back:
"Do not think too much!"

Li Poluo spat:

"Don't repeat what the head coach said! I only have one sentence. After everyone finishes the penalty, try to delay me for a while!"

Dubis poured a whole bottle of water on his head, then threw away the empty bottle, and stretched out his hand to stroke his wet hair:
"I got it, man!"
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Phillips lost the coin game to Terry and had to cede the first free throw to his opponent.

Zhan Jun, who is thousands of miles away, did not educate the audience at this time.

[According to statistics from authoritative organizations, in a penalty shootout, the side that takes the penalty first tends to have a greater chance of winning...]

His gaze could only follow the young player on the screen to the goal line:
"Wimbledon used young Chinese defender Li Polo as a temporary guest goalkeeper. We here wish him to overcome the pressure and play... Ah, Chelsea first sent winger Willian."

The Brazilian with an afro took a deep breath and looked straight at the goal.

For the first time, Lee Polo felt as if his opponent's gaze had penetrated his body, and he had no way of judging William's thoughts at all.

But...it doesn't matter.

The moment William started to run, a clear track appeared in Li Poluo's mind!

From the 12 yard point, straight to the lower left corner of the goal!

[Go to your sister's Cox, your little note is written in the upper left corner! 】

Before he had time to complain about the assistant coach's information, he dived sideways and smashed this powerful shot out of the baseline with one punch!
With a bang, half the stadium erupted!
William, who was determined to win this heavy artillery, had his hands on his hips, with an expression of disbelief.

[Negative emotions from William, +4! 】

Li Boluo jumped up from the ground and shook his fist at his teammates outside the penalty area.

Then trotted to William's side, grabbed him:
"You should have kicked to the upper left corner just now, then you won't be able to catch it at all!"

William looked at him, his curly hair trembling uncontrollably.

[William, +10]

Li Poluo wanted to delay for a few more seconds, but was pushed away by the referee Dean who came from behind:

"Pay attention to your respective language and behavior! I only remind you for the last time!"

But he found that Li Polo, who had been reminded by himself, was still standing there, couldn't help snorting, and was about to issue a final warning.

Fortunately, Dubis came in time and pushed Li Polo away.

Li Poluo yelled at his back as if waking up from a dream:
"Remember my words!"

Dubis waved his hand, picked up the ball and placed it on the penalty spot.

Then...he glanced down and signaled to the referee:

"Sorry, my shoelaces are untied, give me a few seconds!"
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"Nice job, man!"

Phillips and other teammates praised Lee Polo one after another.

His temporary guest goalkeeper was originally just making up for the number, but now he directly saved the first goal, obviously overfulfilling his role.

Lee Polo responded to them with a smile:
"Leave me alone, thank you."

The reason why he stayed where he was just now was because...the emotionless electronic synthesized voice suddenly sounded in his mind:
【天赋技能【鹰眼】已升至Lv3，当前经验值501/2000，冷却间隔从8分钟缩短至5分钟。】

He hadn't heard this voice for a long time.

The last time this plug-in was upgraded was five months ago!
The cooling time is only 5 minutes... As long as the teammates manage the time reasonably, it can be used again!
"Whoosh!"

Dubis's shot went straight to the dead end, and Wimbledon took the lead! -
Chelsea's No.2 player is Captain John Terry. His powerful blast almost pierced the net. Although Li Polo was caught in the right direction, his reaction was too slow and he completely became the background.

Wimbledon's midfielder Porter also successfully scored the ball and the score came to 2:1.

In the next third round, the old and vigorous Drogba successfully scored a penalty, but Francon's shot was successfully saved by Cech, 2:2.

Chelsea's morale has been greatly boosted, and Mourinho next to him even had the urge to kneel and pray.

But Zouma, who played in the fourth round, hit the door frame with a heavy kick, while Phillips withstood the pressure and made a free throw. The two sides were still 1 goal behind.

After four rounds, Wimbledon temporarily leads 3:2!

"The fifth round of penalty kicks is about to start, what a suffocating rhythm!"

Zhan Jun couldn't help swallowing his saliva:
"Chelsea sent Diego Costa. He fought with Lee Polo for 120 minutes, and now he has issued a victorious challenge! Will Lee Polo respond to him?"

Will do.

Li Poluo directly raised his right hand and appealed to the referee Dean:
"Referee, he just insulted me with allegedly racially discriminatory words!"

[It's almost 5 minutes away! 】

[You can't let your past efforts go to waste! 】

[Even if it is spreading rumors and slandering, it has to be delayed for 10 seconds! 】

Dean froze for a moment:
"I didn't hear it!"

Li Poluo directly turned over all the previous "old accounts":

"This guy has been harassing me verbally throughout the game, I hope you can warn him!"

Costa spread his hands innocently:

"I didn't, referee! And I am 100% mixed race, how could I be racist?!"

Dean shook his head:

"Can you two have the spirit of a professional player? You two have the most things in the whole game!"

Lee Polo immediately accepted:
"Yes, sir!"

Costa pouted:
"This kind of trick... can relieve your tension? Forgot to tell you, my penalty kick rate is 95%!"

Li Boluo bared his teeth and smiled:
"I thought it was 100%, it's scary!"

Dean has exited the wicket:

"You can start now."

Li Poluo hurriedly uttered the last sentence of provocation, and he pointed with his left hand:
"I guess you'll kick this way!"

Costa showed a ferocious and ugly smile, and started to run:
"you guessed right!"

"Oh!"

He almost used all his strength to blast a violent shot far better than Ivanovic!

He just kicked to the left!

But he is full of confidence in the speed and power of this shot!
[Unless the goalkeeper can predict the future, it is absolutely impossible to pounce...]

"???!!!"

Costa's right foot has not been put down, but his mouth can no longer be closed!
The blue figure had already soared into the air, and with a slap, he blocked his proud tiger shot from outside the goal!
"I told you a long time ago, I won't let you shoot to the left!"

Li Polo landed steadily on the ground, stretched out his right hand towards Costa, and then...thumb pointing down:
"Now, do you still want to exchange jerseys with me?"

[Negative sentiment from Diego Costa, +20! 】

Rieger, who was the last to appear at Wimbledon, froze for a moment, then cursed with a smile:
"mmp, I was nervous for 5 minutes in vain!"

(End of this chapter)