Football's Number One Madman

Chapter 115 The True Colors of a Butcher!Ace Killer!
"Sanchez scored a goal! With an arrow piercing the clouds, thousands of troops will meet!"

Zhan Jun couldn't help applauding the outstanding performance of Chile's thigh:
"Sanchez, who has been silent for more than 20 minutes, just had a flash of inspiration, and all the previous efforts at Wimbledon came to naught!"

Li Yuankui comforted Wimbledon from the air:
"It's no fault of Wimbledon's defensive players. Sanchez is not at the same level as them. This kind of top superstar, as long as he is given a chance, he can change the situation of the game! Not to mention there is Cazorla behind him!"
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[It's still Cazorla! 】

Glancing at Sanchez who was celebrating at the corner flag, Lee Polo's eyes turned to another key player.

[If Cazorla did not choose a sudden through pass, but a well-regulated through pass, Sanchez, who is holding the ball, would never be able to easily get rid of the chasing and blocking of the three defensive players! 】

He exhaled a hot breath, and the wild DNA in his blood seemed to be awakened again:

[As long as the Spanish midfielder is killed, Arsenal's offense is bound to be paralyzed! 】
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"Let them protect Cazorla!"

As the oldest coach of the current generation in football, Wenger certainly sensed Lee Polo's intentions.

Long before this game, he had fully mastered Lee Polo's playing style.

No way, Lee Polo's reputation in League Two is too great!

During his season, at least 10 players fell under his butcher knife!

In addition, he is also very good at making the opposing player lose his cool through verbal provocations, and with his slightly immature acting skills, he makes the opponent take the initiative to apply to leave the field!

Arsenal have lost a passing master, now they can't afford to lose another!
Wenger immediately passed his intentions to Ramsey and Coquelin in the midfield, reminding them not to let Cazorla fall into the dilemma of fighting alone.

After all, passing people is a technical job, but it is also physical work. Even if Messi, Hazard, and Neymar are like drinking water, it is impossible to pass six people in a row every minute...
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A technical midfielder with both feet full of extraordinary abilities, and two bodyguards with a strong back and waist. Facing such a midfield combination, the duo of Li Polo and Porter is indeed weak, and they can only fight against each other. Lige, who was doing nothing on the left, also called over.

In the 28th minute, Cazorla took control of the ball again and advanced to the front of the penalty area. Li Polo blocked him on his way without saying a word, while Rigg and Porter stopped Alonso and Coquelin respectively.

Despite getting a one-on-one chance, Cazorla did not force a breakthrough, but gestured to Sanchez, wanting to seek a cooperation.

Sanchez retreated a few steps knowingly, Cazorla glanced at Li Polo, and quickly moved towards him.

Li Polo didn't dare to be careless, and immediately stuck to it, but Cazorla chose to pass the ball directly!

[Isn't this a vacancy? 】

[You can't let Sanchez cut in and shoot directly, can you? 】

Li Polo was slightly puzzled, and when he was about to decide whether to block Sanchez's inward cut, the Chilean winger swept the football horizontally!

In the gap between these two passes, Cazorla had already turned around and started to run in the opposite direction. Li Polo subconsciously stretched out his hand, but he slid past him like a fish, and then made a circle at the top of the restricted area. Remember the curveball!

Faced with such a quick shot, goalkeeper Xie A had no time to react, and he didn't even move a step!
"Boom!"

Fortunately, Cazorla's shot finally hit the door frame and popped out of the baseline. Wimbledon escaped unharmed...

Cazorla held his head and sighed, obviously extremely regretful.

If it can be adjusted one more step, this shot will definitely be more accurate!

But...if he adjusts for another second, Li Boluo behind him will react and cause interference, and then this shot may not even exist!

Li Poluo's mood is also very complicated.

He even clenched his fists.

The head coach made himself the defensive midfielder in order to curb the opponent's playmaker, but now... Arsenal's offense has not been frozen, but has become more and more active under the leadership of Cazorla, and even repeatedly threatened their own goals.

[I can't wait any longer! 】

A voice sounded in my heart:
【Get rid of him! 】

[Go in exchange for a victory!A champion! 】
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I don't know if it was because of the momentum of the attack just now, but there was a feeling of "I have the advantage" in the hearts of the Arsenal players.

The consequence of this feeling is that... both full-backs involuntarily lean forward, and the young Bellerin even rushed to Smith's vicinity, turning into a winger!
In Arsenal's defense, there are only two central defenders, Mertesacker and Koscielny!
Of course Li Polo could see this. If he could complete a precise interception and take the opportunity to launch a counterattack, Arsenal's weak defense would immediately fall apart!
But he needs a chance!
He needs to wait for [Eagle Eye] to finish cooling down!
He also needs... Cazorla delivered to his door!
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In the 35th minute, Bellerin moved forward from the side, and Cazorla split the side and prepared to outflank the center.

But Rigg pulled the sidelines in time to help Smith block Bellerin's bottom line.

Born in 1995, Bellerin has just turned 20 years old. Facing a double defense, he is alone and can only be forced to retreat with the ball.

There is one thing to say, the Barcelona youth player's ball-handling skills are indeed excellent. Rigg stretched out his feet several times to steal the ball, but he dodged them one by one, but the price was that his position was getting further and further... …

Seeing that his young teammates fell into a passive position, Cazorla had to leave the front of the penalty area and drop back to help. Bellerin also heaved a sigh of relief and quickly kicked the ball over.

Before Cazorla touched the ball, he felt an invisible pressure coming from behind him.

He didn't look back, but just lowered his head slightly, glanced at the black shadow reflected on the turf, and knew that this shadow must come from that difficult opponent.

Although it is difficult to deal with, but... Cazorla is confident to use his own feet to deal with him!

He stretched out his left foot in the direction of the pass, stepped on the ball with the sole of his foot and swiped it to the left, assuming a posture of wanting to turn around and pass.

But when the shadow on the grass followed and moved, Cazorla's left foot suddenly swung to the right!
He is not turning from the left side, but the opposite direction!
No matter how fast the defensive player reacts, he still has to leave space in these two moves!

But before his left foot could completely throw the ball, it hit an iron plate!

And it's not just an iron plate, this iron plate... also has several sharp spikes!

"?!!"

Cazorla suddenly felt a tearing pain from his left heel, and he fell down directly!

This pain hit his whole body in an instant, making his mind go blank, so that he didn't even have the idea of ​​complaining to the referee for a foul!

However, Li Polo immediately kicked the ball to Rigg who was not far away. "Crazy Gang Xiaobei" unceremoniously hit the gas pedal and rushed towards the empty half-court!
Akinfenwa and Dubis rushed forward at the same time!

Although Coquelin and Ramsey also chose to return to defense, they only caught up with the clumsy Akinfenwa, but they couldn't stop the "crazy second shooter"!
Bellerin, the gunner's fastest horse, has squeezed out all his potential, but before he broke through the wing, he made several short-range changes in succession, and his explosive power has declined. Lige, who was waving the ball, was really powerless.

Even if you slide the shovel from behind... you can't reach it!

Wenger had already stood up from his seat, and he was staring at his backcourt, his feet seemed to be welded to the ground.

Rieger took the lead and rushed to the left, Koscielny took a shortcut to catch up from the middle, Dubis plugged in at high speed on the right and waited to outflank, just like a double ghost attacking the goal!

As for another central defender Mertesacker, he is still driving his classic car to race against Akinfenwa...

Wenger can only pin his hopes on the goalkeeper!
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"Come here!"

Seeing that Szczesny has been attracted to the left, Dubis, who outflanked in place, immediately called for a pass to his teammates. He only needs a cross pass, and he can push the empty goal comfortably!
But Rigg only took one look at him and chose to shoot before the penalty area!

Dubis almost got his nose twisted by this teammate!
【Good guy, you treat me like air? 】

[You have run more than 60 meters with the ball all the way, can you still be accurate? 】

Sure enough, although Rigg's shot was powerful, it didn't open the angle at all.

Szczesny swooped sideways and turned the football away!

Then...the football bounced to the feet of Dubis who came in from the right...

"???"

Facing the fat that was sent to his mouth, Dubis smiled so that his nose became even crooked!

He pushed the arch of his foot directly, and the ball rolled into the goal line against the top of Szczesny's head!

Koscielny, who had just chased back in place, knelt down on the small penalty area line in despair!
2: 1!

Wimbledon takes the lead again!

(End of this chapter)