Football's Number One Madman

Chapter 113 I'm going to kill you!

"With a whistle from referee Jonathan Moss, the final of the 134th FA Cup has finally begun."

At 0:30 a.m. in the East Eighth District, Zhan Jun officially entered the commentary state:
"Arsenal will try their best to defend the FA Cup today, but it will not be an easy task. After World War II, only two teams have defended the title... Let's take a look at Arsenal's attack first. "

Before he could introduce the history of the FA Cup to the audience in front of the computer, he had to turn to the live screen:
"Lee Polo completed the steal with a slightly reckless move, and Wimbledon took advantage of the situation to launch a counterattack. Rigg directly picked up the entire defense line of Arsenal with a long pass! Mertesacker's turn was too slow, Dolby Szczesny made a one-handed attack, and Szczesny abandoned the goal... Dubis shook the goalkeeper and shot! The goal is scored!"

He suddenly raised the octave:

"In less than half a minute, Arsenal got a sap!"

The guest sitting next to him is Li Yuankui, who is old and vigorous. Looking at the replay, he nodded repeatedly:

"Wimbledon is going to play like this! They don't need to play small and fine games with Arsenal. It's such a simple and rough style of play. On the contrary, it's what a technical team like Arsenal fears the most!"
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In the BBC's live broadcast room, Lineker said thoughtfully:
"What an unexpected line-up! After seeing the starting XI yesterday, I thought Wimbledon would use a back three to contain Arsenal's strong striker, but they put Polo Lee in the midfield ..."

Wright doesn't seem all that disappointed:
"However...they can only do this. Wimbledon will choose to temporarily change, but it shows that they are afraid of Arsenal and have to catch us off guard with these off-the-board tricks! But other than that Besides, they are not worth mentioning at all!"

Lineker smiled and reminded him:

"No, Ian, we are a neutral and objective program, your inclinations cannot be so obvious!"

Wright shrugged:

"Ok, ok, when Arsenal overtake the score, I will definitely remain calm and gentleman."

Lineker didn't care either.

Because he is also very clear that there is no "neutral objectivity" for them, otherwise why did they always invite Carragher and Neville, the two deadly enemies?
Isn't it just to create conflicts and maximize the effect of the program?
So he turned to the field:
"Let us see how Arsenal will respond!"
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Of course, the two weeks of targeted training will not be ineffective. In fact, every player in Wimbledon is already familiar with the characteristics of Arsenal's main players.

In order to achieve the best memory effect, Cox also specially produced a large number of video clips, urging the players to work overtime in the chat group every night to deepen their memory.

Fortunately, these League Two players do not have the "rich man's disease" of those stars. They are more eager for success and attention than anyone else, and occasionally sacrifice a few nights of rest, but they don't have too many complaints.

So when the game started, Wenger unexpectedly discovered that the defense his disciples were facing... seemed really difficult!
Originally, in order to restrain Wimbledon's defense players, Wenger specially arranged for Walcott to act as a forward striker, just to use the speed of the "little tiger" to attack the old defenders of the Crazy Gang Legion - such as the 31-year-old Fuller, Smith, 32, and Phillips, 33.

But he never expected that Adelaide would change temporarily!
Wimbledon moved Lee Polo, who has the strongest single-defense ability, forward to deal with Arsenal's playmaker!

The game lasted less than 8 minutes, and his most admired "Football's No. 2 Passing Master" was brushed out by Lee Polo for [-] steals! -
"Isn't this a foul?!"

Player No. 10 almost wanted to curse this time, but the referee still ignored his appeal.

He could only put his hands on the ground, barely stood up, and then limped back to the middle circle.

Just now Sanchez passed the ball horizontally. He originally wanted to perform a "No-look-pass" technique with his heels to frighten this group of ignorant and fearless League Two players, but he did not expect that his Before the heel touched the football, he was firmly stepped on the calf by that rough guy!
At that moment, great pain spread all over his body, and he fell to his knees directly on the turf of Wembley Stadium!I almost burst into tears on the spot!
[Negative emotions, +15! 】
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The referee Moss continued to follow the football to the far end, but Cox outside the field could see it clearly.

Of course he remembered Li Polo's public statement in that training session, so this good man was vaguely worried:

"Is he going too far?"

Adre put his hands in his trouser pockets, watching the situation on the field expressionlessly:
"Don't think he is a fool, he is much smarter than you!"

Cox was stunned for a moment, and then realized after a long time:
"You mean...he's smarter than me, but you're smarter than him?"

The corner of Adrey's mouth suddenly grinned:

"Brother, have you noticed that after partnering with me, you have become smarter and smarter?"

Cox slapped himself on the forehead, then sat back in the leather seat:
"You old boy, I think you are even more arrogant than Mourinho!"
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Lee Polo has never been the only weapon of fouls.

Since he played in the League Cup final, he has referred to Diego Costa's stunts and added the effect of "broken mouth" to his original "trash talk" skills...

For example, he is commenting on a legend now:
"Do you know Zlatan Ibrahimovic? I think you have his shadow in you."

Although player No. 10 did not say a word, there was a hint of doubt in his big eyes.

Lee Polo said to himself:
"In 2009, he left Inter, and in 2010, Inter won the Champions League.

In 2010, he left Barcelona, ​​who also won the Champions League in 2011. "

The face of player No. 10 gradually became gloomy.

——In 2013, he left Real Madrid. In 2014, Real Madrid won the tenth Champions League trophy in team history!
[Negative emotions, +10! 】

Li Poluo took the opportunity to make another wave of cynicism:
"I remember that you are Arsenal's transfer bid king, but why is that Chilean the core of Arsenal's attack now? Is it because he is more handsome than you?"

He seemed to have miscalculated this time, because the opponent didn't respond to such an obvious "stimulation of dissension" and only contributed 6 points of negative emotion.

But Li Polo became more and more confident, because after a few seconds, Ramsey sent him a straight pass, but the former "midfield master" turned the ball too big ... half a meter!
Lee Polo poked the ball out with one kick, and then gave his opponent a sarcastic smile.

For him, stopping the ball half a meter away is a routine operation, but for some players who stop the ball by centimeters, this is definitely a major mistake!

Gunner No. 10's thoughts are already messed up!

Then he heard the devil-like voice curse in his ear:

"Have you found that your performance this season has begun to regress? Because you are not suitable to be the core and leader of the team at all, you can only play supporting roles for stars like Ronaldo and Sanchez!"

"You think the football you play is an elegant art, but you know in your heart that you are just a coward, a eggless bitch!"

[Negative emotions, +20! 】

Li Poluo's eyes lit up, but the next second his neck tightened!
The opponent whom he had been provoking all this time grabbed his neck with his right hand.

Gunner No. 10 showed an unprecedented ferocious expression:
"I am going to kill you!"

Lee Polo's first reaction was not fear and nervousness, but a desire to laugh!

He took advantage of the opportunity to kick his feet, emptied his center of gravity, and fell backwards!

"drop!"

The referee Moss blew the whistle almost immediately. He reached out and pressed his headset, and quickly communicated with the team on the sidelines:
"what's going on?"

"do not know."

"Is Blue Team 1 making any moves?"

"No, he didn't even have contact with Red Team No. 10..."

"Ok, I see."

Moss, who made a judgment in a short time, fumbled from his breast pocket, and showed the red card that symbolized despair!

Gunner No. 10 froze for a moment, his brain filled with anger calmed down instantly.

He glared at the devil viciously, and walked towards the sidelines.

Li Poluo touched his neck, sat on the grass and sighed.

[I haven't exerted my strength yet, why did you leave the stage? 】

[Now... who else can I find to cut leeks? 】

[Negative emotions from Gunner No. 10, +20! 】

[Negative sentiment from Arsene Wenger, +10! 】

(End of this chapter)