Football's Number One Madman

Chapter 11 This debut will give you 10 points!
"YES!"

New Wimbledon boss Ardley punched the air.

Although this game is far less important to him than the League Cup three days later, as a head coach, who would really like a loss?
His assistant, Cox, was just as excited:
"If we can maintain this result until the end, not only will the team's morale be higher, but the competitive atmosphere within the team will also be more positive!"

Adrey nodded repeatedly.

Indeed, seeing the outstanding performance of the substitute players, those main players sitting on the bench will definitely work harder in the next game! -
"Is this horse riding in?"

Lee Polo, who stopped in his tracks, went blank for a moment.

He never thought that he would score an official goal in this game, and he didn't know how to celebrate for a while.Fortunately, Rigg, Boorman and other teammates immediately surrounded him and pushed him to the ground.

Rieg, who instigated this counterattack, put his arm around his shoulder and laughed loudly:

"I've been waiting for you to cross the middle, but I didn't expect you to choose to shoot!"

Connolly and Sutherland could only smile and shake their heads. As the players who took the first and second shots, they were obviously out of luck, so they could only act as green leaves willingly.

When Lee Polo and his teammates celebrated to their heart's content, he received negative emotions from the opposite side one after another:

Joey Walker's negativity, +1.

Jason Leutweiler, +2.

Mike Jackson (assistant), +1.

Mickey Mellon (Bishop), +2…

The negative emotions of more than 20 people rushed into his mind, so that he almost forgot to return to the middle circle.

When this wave of emotions was harvested, Li Polo was pleasantly surprised to find that Shrewsbury's team had contributed 36 experience points to him!
Coupled with the gains from the previous games, his experience bar has skyrocketed from 14 before the game to 66 today!

Upgrading...it doesn't seem to be that difficult! -
Shrewsbury coach Mellon gritted his molars and thought for a full minute.

When the home team players finally finished celebrating, Mellon finally made the decision to substitute:
"Let's call 343 instead!"

Assistant coach Jackson froze for a moment, but faithfully carried out his order.

They pushed Joey Walker, who was replaced in the second half, to the winger position, and moved the right back to the midfielder to comprehensively strengthen the offensive ability of the midfielder.

Wimbledon's coaching staff not only did not show any nervous look, but wanted to laugh a little.

Adele waved the flag, and the bench was shaken for a while!
Mellon's eyes suddenly became dull:
"Damn, damn bastard!"

In the 68th minute, Wimbledon replaced Akinfenwa!

Shrewsbury's three defenders felt a tight ass in unison!
The meaty striker with a height of 180 and a weight of 102 seems to have no sense of existence most of the time, because his teammates are all playing iron buckets in the backcourt, and the ball has been flying back and forth over the home team's penalty area. Ah Jinfenwa couldn't even touch the ball.

But when Wimbledon got their first counter-attack in the 83rd minute, Akinfenwadon, who was resting for 15 minutes in the middle circle, turned into a heavy tank!
Li Polo and other backcourt teammates watched him dumbfounded as he ran all the way for 30 meters, easily knocked over two defensive players who were double-teaming him, and then sent the football into the goal of the visiting team!

3-1!

Shrewsbury could not recover!

"Drip, drip...drip!"

A few minutes later, three long whistles announced the official end of the first league round of the new season, and a three-pointer was exchanged for a rotation lineup. For coaches such as Adley and Cox, it was no different from a surprise. Immediately rushed to the green field, with one after another enthusiastic hugs, to express my heartfelt thanks to the players.

Li Poluo was no exception, he was held in Adrey's arms so hard that the other's stubbled chin almost stuck to his mouth!

Cox, who was following closely, couldn't help laughing when he saw his disgusted expression:
"Good job, lad!"

Adrey finally let him go, nodding vigorously:

"As the first professional game in your life, I will give you 10 points!"

He played the whole game without making major mistakes, sent 5 successful interceptions, 2 clearances in the penalty area, 3 high-altitude balls, and a goal to overtake the score. He even abolished the opponent's main winger. Such a performance, what else is the head coach dissatisfied with?

Adrey patted Li Polo on the shoulder, and pointed to the cheering fans on the sidelines:
"Go!"
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"We are Wimbledon!"

"The blood of the Crazy Gang is passed down here!"

More than 3000 home fans were singing and dancing on the sidelines. When they saw the players walking towards the stands, they immediately burst into cheers:

"Long live Wimbledon!"

Lee Polo, along with other teammates, raised his hands to the cutest guys and clapped vigorously to express his inner gratitude.

Looking at those happy fans, he couldn't help feeling a little emotional: If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be hard to believe that a low-level team like New Wimbledon, which is mixed in the fourth level, can still have such a loyal team. supporters.

"Hey guys, sign me up!"

A slightly old voice interrupted his emotion.

Li Polo looked up, it was a male fan over half a century old, he held up a blue scarf and waved it to the players.

Phillips, the oldest in the team, greeted him with a smile, took the scarf and was the first to write his name:

"Oliver, how is this summer?"

The old fans nodded and said with a smile:

"Mark, you must be promoted to League One this season!"

Phillips laughed and handed the scarf to Akinfenwa:
"I also want to go to League One and earn a lot of money!"

Akinfenwa also showed a confident smile:
"Dude, don't worry, with me this season, upgrading is just a small case!"

Seeing his arm thicker than his own thigh, Oliver seemed really relieved:

"It's all up to you, Adebayor!"
-
The first league game of the new season came to an end.

The head coach simply encouraged the players a few words, and then announced that all the players were disbanded and they had a rest.

After all, it is only the fourth-level league. There is no post-match press conference, let alone TV broadcasts and media interviews. Lee Polo can only find a short and concise game report on Wimbledon's official website, which is one of the few "News report".

However, he didn’t care about appreciating the photos of his own goals in the game report. The game had just ended, and the freshness and excitement of participating in a professional game for the first time quickly faded. The exhaustion brought about by the high tension for 90 minutes immediately surrounded him. After taking a hot bath, he fell asleep on the bed in the apartment.

As soon as he closed his eyes, a vast green field once again appeared in his mind.

The scenes of this game are presented like a replay video!
During the replay, he can clearly observe every action he makes, and he can even choose to play it back in slow motion.

He opened his eyes suddenly and let out a complaint:
"I don't want to watch tactical replays! I want to sleep!"

(End of this chapter)