Football's Number One Madman

Chapter 13 You dare to have more A's than me?

"Drip, drip, drip!"

The referee blew the whistle to end the first half shortly after Afobi scored a penalty kick with a burst shot.

The score of 2:1 brought the pressure back to the visiting team. The home team players looked relaxed and walked towards the locker room, talking and laughing, but the visiting team players felt their legs were as heavy as lead.

Coach Adele frowned even more. The plot of the entire first half was ups and downs, but in the end he still developed towards the situation he was least willing to accept.

He watched the players move into the locker room step by step, standing alone in the tunnel blowing the cold wind.

London in August is obviously very hot, but Adelaide seems to be in an ice cellar.

He thought for a full 3 minutes, until the staff reminded him that he still had no clue, but became more and more irritable.

The away game fell behind by one goal, the captain was injured and retired early, and the right back who came off the bench got a red card, and there was only one less player to fight in the 45 minutes of the second half...

What can he do in this situation? !

The biggest question now is whether to make up for the gap on the right back.

Wimbledon is a team with a strong offense and a weak defense. If there are only three defenders in the defense line, they will be blown away by the opponent in minutes!

But if the frontcourt players are removed, it will undoubtedly weaken the offensive ability. How can the team equalize the score?

Take a look at the backline of this game:

The main left back Johnson has been recuperating from his injuries, and the current left back Kennedy was originally a temporary cameo, and his performance in the first half was already very difficult; the two center backs Goodman and Phillips were old partners last season, but if the three A player supported for a full 45 minutes, Adre absolutely dare not rest assured!

The void at right back... must be filled!

Adrey shook his head and pushed open the door of the locker room.

For a mere fourth-tier team, the options left to him are pitifully small.

Among 18 players, he quickly found his target:
"Polo, you came off the bench in the second half."

Lee Polo was not too surprised by the head coach's reaction.

There are a total of 7 people on the substitute list. Except for one sent off by a red card and one goalkeeper, among the remaining five people, there are only two defenders, myself and Ryan Sweeney, but the latter has an astonishing height of 1 meters. It is obviously too difficult to change to full-back.

Adele has no choice!

After struggling for four or five minutes, the miserable head coach finally made a decision:

"Polo, you replace David Connolly (forward). In the second half, we will continue to defend and counterattack, but at any time, the defense must ensure that the three are in place, and we must not allow the opponent to seize the space again!"

After the head coach arranged the tactics, the assistant coach Cox pulled Li Boluo, who had made an impromptu appearance, aside to start a small talk:
"You have to be careful of Dele Alli. Although he is tall, he is not clumsy at all. He is very good in speed and dribbling skills. When defending, he focuses on blocking and pressing. Don't stick too close or Go out easily..."

Li Polo nodded. There was no need for the coach to repeatedly emphasize this point. In the first half, he could see clearly that Osraja had no choice but to make a big mistake because he couldn't deal with Ali's breakthrough.

He glanced at the information Cox handed over:

Dele Alli, born in April 1996, has just turned 4 years old, but he is already the absolute main force of Milton Keynes, and even the hopeful star of the entire English football.

The position is an attacking midfielder. Last season, he played 37 games in all competitions and scored 7 goals and 6 assists. His performance is extremely outstanding. I heard that several Premier League clubs are paying close attention to his development. A transfer to the Premier League.

Good at: inserting in the back row, long-range shots, ball sense, long passes, interceptions, steals, running.

Weaknesses: physical confrontation, dribbling, concentration.

Li Poluo looked at this document and showed a ferocious smile:

"Coach, I will let him experience first-hand how an amateur defender defends!"
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"drop……"

As expected, the situation in the second half quickly turned into a half-time offensive and defensive drill. Milton Keynes, who had a numerical advantage, aggressively attacked Wimbledon's defense, oppressing the visiting team.

Li Polo, who came off the bench, was completely huddled in the penalty area together with other teammates. As the right back, he could only face the challenges of Milton Keynes left players again and again. His main opponent was Dele. Ali.

Ali is obviously a little complacent at the moment. Not only did he send an assist in the first half, but at the last moment, with a wonderful personal breakthrough, the home team won a penalty kick and sent off one of the opponents, thus giving the team a complete upper hand. Scoring a goal, then the MVP of this game is naturally none other than him!

Ali glanced at the young opponent who had just appeared on the opposite side.

His name is printed on the back of the jersey:

LI?

An A less than my ALI?

It's just a nobody!
Ali was full of confidence. He turned slightly and gestured backwards, and his teammates passed the ball to his feet knowingly.

The position of right back has become a cursed place in Wimbledon!

The first injured, the second red card, as the third successor...you can't escape the curse!

Ali flicked the ball forward, his feet suddenly pushed the ground hard, and his whole body suddenly accelerated!
【coming! 】

[Does he want to rely on speed to forcibly break through and pass from the bottom? 】

[Or stop suddenly, change directions, and shoot inside like dealing with Osraja? 】

Li Boluo, who was waiting in full force, suddenly felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. He widened his eyes without thinking, not daring to let go of any details.

There seemed to be a flash of light in front of his eyes, and the trajectory of the ball was clearly visible in his mind.

The ball first rolls straight forward, and then suddenly jumps obliquely backward, thus completing the transformation of horizontal incision.

Li Poluo took a deep breath, he must not be played around like Osraja!
In a blink of an eye, he followed Ali and rushed five or six meters toward the bottom line, and what happened afterwards was exactly the same as the prediction in his mind.

A confident smile appeared on Ali's face, but his right foot slammed the football backwards!
Everyone on the sidelines saw only a white line flying out from under his feet!
Coach Adele's heart tightened, and he swears directly:

"MMP!"

Cox also paled:
"This bastard!"

Although I reminded the players to be careful of Ali, no one thought that after only 5 minutes in the second half, Ali would repeat the old trick again!

Once Li Polo also copied Osraja's mistake, on the visiting team's bench...but no one can comeo as a right back anymore!

They can only collapse across the board and swallow the bitter fruit of a disastrous defeat at the mortal enemy's home court!

Ali seems to have seen the future three seconds later:

Faced with his own sharp breakthrough, the opposing defender had no choice but to foul and give the home team a penalty!
At this moment, he felt that his legs were lighter than ever before. Best, Cruyff, Zidane, Ronaldinho, Messi, and Neymar seemed to be possessed at the same time, making an emergency stop and changing direction+ Horizontal incision is as easy as breathing for yourself!
The ball is about to roll into the penalty area, less than 50 centimeters away from his right foot.

Ali even deliberately slowed down by half a second, he wanted to give the defensive players a little reaction time.

It's so boring to shoot directly, since it's a mortal enemy, of course we have to do our best to humiliate him!

A second later, he saw a strong right leg.

This right leg mercilessly swept the army on the edge of the penalty area!
The defensive player on the opposite side not only blocked the rolling ball, but also swept Ali's supporting leg by the way!

"Dry!"

Ali, who had completely lost his center of gravity, soared into the air. Before he fell to the ground, he already felt that his calf no longer belonged to him!
"Oh!"

He fell heavily on the turf inside the penalty area, but he didn't even dare to roll.

Beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. He stretched out his right hand and lifted it weakly to the sky, signaling to the outside:

"Team doctor! My leg... seems to be broken!"

[Negative emotions from Dele Ali +10! 】

(End of this chapter)