Football's Number One Madman

Chapter 136 We Are Not Bad For Money

"POLO: Super Substitute!"

After his header against Deportivo, Lee Polo's photo was on the front page of... the official Valencia website.

That's it.

In the famous Spanish sports media such as "Aspen", "Marca", "Mundo Deportivo" and "Daily Sports", the news reports related to Valencia and Deportivo are only about 200 words.

The headline on the front page of the Aspen newspaper reads:
"Crazy! Real Madrid created a tragedy 5:0!"

"Marca" satirized Barcelona secretly:
"Barcelona won with difficulty, Messi shot wildly and didn't score in 90 minutes!"

"World Sports News" tit for tat:
"Barcelona has won two consecutive victories at the start! The king of the world is full of domineering!"

"Daily Sports Daily" said the curve savior:

"C Ronaldo missed an empty goal and fell into a super goal shortage!"

There are so many news about Real Madrid and Barcelona, ​​no one cares about Atletico Madrid, let alone Valencia?
A defender scores a winning header?

Can't this kind of thing be seen in the Galaxy Battleship?
Why should I go to see your Bat Corps?
Does your dilapidated small stadium have the high-end atmosphere of Bernabeu and Camp Nou?
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At 17:[-] on this day, after the afternoon training, Nuno Santo rarely announced the disbandment, but pointed to the office building:

"If you have no objection, let's take a look at the Champions League draw together?"

His blatant "dragging" behavior did not usher in public opposition from the players. For Spain, which has always attached importance to labor rights, it is indeed very commendable.

Lee Polo and his teammates took a brief shower while looking forward to the upcoming lottery ceremony.

Captain Parejo asked loudly:
"Who do you want to be grouped with?"

Several players said in unison:
"Porto!"

——They are all Portuguese dug from Porto!

Parejo curled his lips and slapped them with a drop of water:
"Can you guys be more professional? Porto and us are in the second tier!"

His response was met with a giggle of laughter.

As the captain, Parejo began to give them knowledge of popular science and grouping:

"Pot [-] is the champions of the leagues: Barcelona, ​​Bayern Munich, Chelsea, Benfica, Paris Saint-Germain, Juventus, Zenit St Petersburg, PSV Eindhoven..."

Speaking of Eredivisie champions Eindhoven, the Valencia team has a player who has just transferred from there, Zakaria Bakali.

The Belgian teenager born in 96 was the only teammate who was proficient in English, so he soon became half of Lee Polo's translator...

He asked quietly:
"Polo, which team do you want to play against?"

Lee Polo shrugged:

"Manchester United, Liverpool, Arsenal, Chelsea, whatever."

Although he speaks English, everyone can understand the names of these clubs.Parejo, who heard their conversation, grabbed a bar of soap and threw it over:
"Did you listen to me carefully? Liverpool didn't qualify for the Champions League at all!"

The entire shower room was suddenly filled with joyous laughter.

Looking at the soap swirling on the floor, Lee Polo's pupils shrank!
[This, is this a hint from the captain? 】

[Although I can bend and stretch, I must never betray myself! 】
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After changing their clothes, the players came to the video analysis room in twos and threes.

Pablo Gonzalez, the head of logistics, has led the staff to clean up the room. The caring Gonzalez also filled the conference table with fruits, drinks and light meals to avoid the boring viewing process.

After all... the lottery + awards ceremony, plus the introduction and analysis of the commentators, it will add up to nearly an hour.

Along with everyone's chatting, the grouping situation is freshly released in anticipation:

Group A: Paris, Real Madrid, Shakhtar, Malmo (Sweden)
Group B: PSV, Manchester United, CSKA Moscow, Wolfsburg
Group C: Benfica, Atletico Madrid, Galatasaray, Lokomotiv Astana (Kazakhstan)

Group D: Juventus, Manchester City, Sevilla, Borussia

Group E: Barcelona, ​​Leverkusen, Roma, Borisov (Belarus)

Group F: Bayern, Arsenal, Olympiacos (Greece), Dinamo Zagreb (Croatia)
Group G: Chelsea, Porto, Dynamo Kyiv (Ukraine), Maccabi Tel Aviv (Israel)

Group H: Zenit, Valencia, Lyon, Gent (Belgium)
Although Zenit is the champion of the new Russian Super League, its strength is indeed far inferior to giants such as Paris, Juventus, Bayern, and Chelsea. Even in the mainstream European concept, they are even inferior to Portuguese and Dutch teams. ... They're just an upstart team.

As for the Ligue [-] giants Lyon, now they are not as good as chickens, and they can only pick up the trash cans of Paris in the Ligue [-]. Except for one Lacazette, the other players in their team have almost no reputation.

And this Ghent... whoever heard of this team?

Messi on stage was about to collect the Europa League Player of the Year award when Nuno Santo turned off the TV.

He scratched his beard, glanced at the notebook in his hand, and said in a deep voice:

"Our grouping is not bad. We haven't met those super giants. Zenit is still the weakest seeded team, and we have every hope of advancing to the knockout round, so... everyone, come on!"

It was supposed to be an exciting oath, but what he said was a bit too bland. As a result, the players didn't drink chicken soup at all. Everyone just coped with it hastily, and ended the last intensive training in August.

Next came the international competition week. Although the only players in the Valencia team who could be called national footballers were Mustafi and Ryan, Nuno still gave everyone a week off in a good mood. .

The club also settled the wages and bonuses for everyone in a very humane manner, and Lee Polo's previously dry wallet suddenly swelled up again.

In addition to the basic salary in July, there is only a little business trip bonus.But it was completely different in August. He started a UEFA Champions League qualifying match with the team and played 7 minutes in La Liga. He won two games and two games. He also kept a clean sheet and scored 8 goals.

Basic salary: 10000*9=90000
Appearance bonus: 4000 (Champions League starter) + 1000 (league substitute) = 5000
Winning bonus: 10000 (Champions League win + promotion) + 2000 (league) = 12000
Zero seal bonus: 2000
Goal award: 10000+5000=15000
Subtotal of friendly match prize money: 6000
Total: 130000
Seeing the number that jumped out of his bank account, Li Poluo nodded with some satisfaction.

He only played two games in Valencia, and the combined playing time was only 96 minutes, which is worth the income and bonus of playing in Wimbledon for two years!
Money is a hero's guts. This sentence is absolutely true. With a "huge sum of money" in his pocket, Lee Polo immediately flew back to London, preparing to take another few days of vacation with Lisanna.

After Xiao Biesheng got married, Lisanna told him a little uneasy:
"The electronic currency we invest in seems to be falling..."

Li Polo, who was still in sage mode, glanced at the red, green and green curves, and waved his hands indifferently:

"When it falls by another 20%, you can make up a little more, and we don't lack these tens of thousands of dollars."

Lisanna nodded with some relief.

Taking advantage of his clear mind at this moment, Li Polo made a phone call to his manager's youngest son, Alan Barnett:

"Is there a law that says I can't bet on football in England?"

The other side of the phone froze for a moment, and gave a reply:

"If you're playing in the Premier League, of course not. But you're just a player in La Liga, betting on England's lottery, it doesn't affect the integrity of the Premier League from any point of view. And in fact, you don't have the ability to manipulate. The ability to match results."

Lee Polo rubbed his chin:

"you sure?"

Allen laughed:

"Please, brother, I'm a professional broker from a law school. If you still feel uneasy, I can help you hide your personal information, so that you can have a good time and I can earn 10% commission, how about it?"

Li Poluo turned off the phone with a "chirp".

[10% commission, you are too dark! 】

[Negative emotions from Alan Barnett, +2]

Then he thought for a while, and put his arms around Lisanna:
"Honey, who do you think will be the Premier League champion this year?"

[What kind of unscrupulous agent, how can my own rich second-generation girlfriend be reliable? 】
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The author warmly reminds:
The little lottery was happy, but the big bet was wiped out.

Don't stud unless you're time-traveling.

(End of this chapter)