Football's Number One Madman

Chapter 16 We still have time!

"drop!"

The referee blew his whistle shortly, pointed to the home team's corner flag area, and signaled the visiting team to get a corner kick.

After completing the shot, Li Poluo fell to the turf at the top of the arc in the penalty area. He punched hard and hit the ground, looking a bit unwilling.

Head coach Adele shook his head regretfully:

"His basic skills on the offensive end are too rough! If he can have the dribbling skills of Aziz or Dubis, it is entirely possible to score this goal!"

Cox patted him on the shoulder:

"You may be asking too much. A guard with a weekly salary of 300 yuan from the amateur league, you actually expect him to score three goals in a row?"

Adrey couldn't help laughing dumbly, and turned his eyes to the field.

A few seconds ago, the players who were defending the visiting team's penalty area took a walk to recover their strength, while marching to another penalty area 100 meters away, and by the way, they could discuss the tactics to be adopted.

Only the central defender Sweeney, who came off the bench at the end, quickly crossed the entire field and quickly came to the home team's goal.

With a height of 1.9 meters, he immediately became the key defensive target of Milton Keynes, and was double-teamed by two central defenders.

Rieger, who was in charge of free throws, walked slowly to the corner flag area, picked up the football and rubbed it on the jersey vigorously, wiping off all the mud and sweat standing on the outside, then carefully placed it on the turf, and took a step back , looked up to observe the situation in front of the door.

Players from both sides stood up one after another, tugging and colliding in front of the goal, and even squeezed the goalkeeper of the home team to nowhere to stand. The referee couldn't stand it anymore, and while blowing his whistle, he signaled them to keep a friendly distance.

After the two parties finally "reluctantly" separated, half a minute passed...

Rigg looked at those teammates expressionlessly. As one of the few consecutive starters, his physical fitness has already been alarmed. The rest time of tens of seconds is precious to him.

"drop!"

The referee finally exited the penalty area and blew a whistle towards the corner flag area.

Rigg took a breath, and made an arc after taking a run-up step.

"Boom!"

The width of the MK field is about 72 meters. Even if Rieger's physical strength is exhausted, this pass will never exceed 36 meters. It will never exceed one second. In just one second, the players on both sides in front of the goal are actually not enough to move much distance.

Except for Lee Polo who has "Eagle Eyes"!
Before Rigg kicked the ball, Li Polo had already started to move. His eyes could clearly see the trajectory of the biography, and he even made a bold judgment based on his own experience:

Those players in front of the goal may not be able to stop this cross!
Sure enough, when the ball flew over the goal, the tall and burly Sweeney wanted to fight for the top, but was grabbed by the arm of the opponent's defender behind him, unable to complete the jump...

The ball flew over the goal and fell quickly, and Sweeney could only watch it fly out of the small penalty area, while preparing to retreat to defend.

But just as he had time to take a step back, his eyes couldn't help trembling, and a blue figure faced the ball... Leaping high!
Sweeney couldn't help squinting his eyes, he saw the white number on the shorts:

"1!"

Li Poluo turned his body slightly, facing the flying ball with his forehead.

Although he is only a defender, many defenders are even better than forwards in header!

There is no interference from defensive players around, and his physical fitness is still abundant, this header is solid!
Just as the goalkeeper had time to take a step out, a black and white shadow entered the net with a "whoosh" from beside him!

3: 2!

At 6 minutes and 23 seconds of stoppage time, Wimbledon took the lead for the first time in an away game!

Adley and Cox on the sidelines opened their mouths wide open, but they still looked at each other in blank dismay.

Adrey couldn't believe his eyes:

"Overtake?!"

Cox was equally astonished:
"An amateur player with a weekly salary of 300 yuan... really scored a goal?!"

But before they woke up from the shock, they saw the No. 1 player who had completed the overtake rushing towards him from 50 meters away.

In the last game, Lee Polo, who was unprepared, showed no performance after scoring a goal, but this time it was different!

He rushed directly to the coach's bench and lifted the head coach up!
Unprepared, Adre danced in mid-air, but his face was full of ecstasy:

"Put me down! I want to celebrate with you!"
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[Negative emotions from David Martin +2...]

[Levington +2]

[McFazin +5]

[Baldock +5]

[Robinson +10! 】

While the visiting team celebrated wantonly on the sidelines, the coaches and players of the home team fell into a desperate silence.

Captain Levington immediately picked up the ball from the net and wanted to return to the center circle to kick off again, but saw that his teammates were completely indifferent.

He couldn't help but slap Baldock on the back:

"Cheer up, we still have time!"

Baldock turned his head a little stiffly, with frustration written all over his face:
"Is there still time?"

Levinton gritted his teeth hard, but still encouraged his teammates:

"Never give up until the last second, they are only a fourth-tier team!"

Baldock nodded reluctantly, watching him trot all the way to the middle circle.

8 minutes of stoppage time, it's almost 7 minutes now, when those bastards are done celebrating, how many seconds are left? -
Wimbledon finally ended the long celebration.

If the opponent's coach hadn't protested, if the home team's more than 1 fans hadn't booed the sky, Lee Polo and his teammates could still celebrate for another 3 minutes.

The time has come to 7 minutes and 31 seconds.

Even if the referee wants to procrastinate, the time left for the home team will not be too much.

"cheer!"

"This ball is absolutely defended!"

Adrey, his assistants, and the players on the bench all stood on the sidelines, cheering for the ten players on the field.

Except for the goalkeeper, the other nine players were all surrounded in the penalty area, forming two impregnable walls.

In front of this purely human defense, it was impossible for Milton Keynes's offense to penetrate. They passed continuously on the periphery for more than half a minute, but they still couldn't find a gap that could break the deadlock. In the end, they could only use a long shot The attack is over.

The football was blocked at the first line of defense. This time, Rieger made a big-footed clearance and kicked the ball high and far, without giving Li Polo a chance to chase the ball and counterattack...

When the ball began to fall, the referee blew the whistle in time:

"Drip, drip...drip!!!"

The injury time of 9 minutes and 20 seconds is finally over!

3: 2!

Adrey let out a long sigh of relief, and a bright smile appeared on his face.

The new Wimbledon led by him killed the enemy he most wanted to kill in the away game!

(End of this chapter)