Football's Number One Madman

Chapter 263 Beat them!
"The temptation of both sides has ended, and now it has entered the stage of real swords and guns."

Zhan Jun glanced at the game data given by the director:

"In the first 20 minutes, the ball possession rate of the two sides was not much different, and the number of shots was 2 each, but they both lacked the ability to seize opportunities."

As soon as his words fell, DePaul frightened the opponent's goalkeeper with a long shot.

It's just that before it was Subasic's turn to take a shot, central defender Jamerson blocked the ball out of the baseline.

"Let's take a look at Valencia's corner attack. Can Li Polo create a threat?"

Before Zhan Jun finished speaking, he saw Fabinho and Gehrig two high points, one on the left and one on the right, clamping Valencia's nuclear weapons.

Li Polo tried to get rid of it, but Fabinho's concentration was so concentrated that he still couldn't succeed.

Rodrigo looked at it for a long time, and finally passed it to Van Dijk in the other direction. Unfortunately, the Dutchman's header rubbed against the post and hit the billboard.

Amidst the sighs at the Mestalla Stadium, Van Dijk touched his forehead regretfully:

"Should I tie my hair up?"

Zhang Lu glanced at Li Poluo, who was caught in a double-team:
"During this period, Lee Polo was a little quiet. Apart from making a few fulcrums for his teammates, he was not particularly active in running..."

Zhan Jun thought for a while, and found a reason:
"Maybe it has something to do with their away game on the weekend? Las Palmas is almost 3000 kilometers away from the mainland of Spain. Although I heard that the club arranged a charter flight, it is still very hard to go back and forth..."
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Lee Polo didn't feel hard at all.

He's just biding his time.

At this time, he was like a ferocious and cunning beast, quietly waiting for the prey to appear paralyzed and relax.

Until the 28th minute, he finally waited for this opportunity.

Monaco's left back Sidibe, after trying to break through with the ball was blocked, he had no choice but to pass back to Fabinho's feet. Brazil's midfielder stretched his feet to stop the ball while looking up at the positions of other teammates, but just At this time, Li Poluo, who had been keeping a "polite" distance from him before, pounced on him like a ghost!
After observing for nearly half an hour, combined with the information collected by the coaching staff, Li Polo has already grasped Fabinho's weaknesses:
This Brazilian with tall legs and long legs, his feet are a little slower!
"?!"

Fabinho was just about to kick the ball overhead, but found that the football under his feet had been hooked away!
Both Feguli and Parejo were five meters away from each other, and there was only one opponent who could slip quietly to his side!
[Negative thoughts from Fabinho, +16! 】

Li Polo, who successfully intercepted the ball, did not dribble the ball himself, but immediately handed it over to Perez who responded in the center. The latter made a through ball and found Rodrygo who was on standby on the left wing.

Rodrigo dribbled the ball to the left rib of the opponent's penalty area, forcing the right central defender Glick to block, but before he could complete the task, Rodrigo knocked the ball with his heel to Lee, who was sprinting towards the goal. Polo!

When he saw his teammate pass the ground ball, Li Poluo couldn't help but want to scold:
[Is it not good for you to pick a half-high ball? 】

Voro, Zakaria and others sitting on the bench shook their heads again and again.

As a little follower who knows him well, Zakaria even said to the newcomer Schweinsteiger:

"Passing a low ball to Li Polo is like passing a 2-meter high ball to Messi!"

Schweinsteiger smiled silently, and sure enough, he saw Li Polo volley and kicked directly on Subasic's calf...

But before Subasic had time to move from the goal line, he saw that Li Polo had completed the second transfer, jumped lightly on the edge of the small penalty area, and scored the goal with a header!

This time...the goalkeeper has no choice!

1: 0!

Valencia finally knocked out the opponent's city in the 29th minute!

[Negative emotions from Subasic, +22! 】

[Fabinho, +18! 】

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[Head coach Jardim, +5! 】

[Away team fans, +166! 】

[Zakaria, +10! 】

Looking at the last message, Li Poluo, who was about to celebrate, couldn't help but froze for a moment:
[In the Monaco team, there is also a bastard named Zakaria? 】
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Valencia, who took the lead, naturally played more and more relaxed. Although Monaco wanted to equalize the score, their striker Germain was too weak. Not to mention breaking through Van Dijk's defense, even Vezzo could give him a role. dad……

However, Monaco's midfielders are full of excellent pass breakthrough masters. Seat B and Lemar broke through the defense of Perez and DePaul several times, pushing the forwards to the front of the home team's penalty area.

However, as Li Polo and Rodrigo both retreated sharply, Valencia quickly gained the advantage in the midfield scramble. Monaco's passing master can only ensure safety as the first priority, and has almost no time to go. Make a threat.

In the 42nd minute, Li Polo once again won in hand-to-hand combat, this time he defeated another midfielder - Bakayoko.

Parejo's long ball went straight across half the pitch and found Feguli, who had been resting on the right.

Fei Tianwang, who had recharged his batteries for 10 minutes, immediately turned into a sharp knife and pierced the deadly part of Monaco!

Sidibe, who had no time to retreat and set up a defensive line, stretched out his hand and pulled him down 10 meters away from the front of the penalty area!
"Drip~~"

The referee Blüch, who was still 30 meters away, blew his whistle immediately without any hesitation and gave Sidibe a yellow card.

The famous German sentry was a little lucky:

[Fortunately, the defender committed a foul, otherwise I would have to sprint with them! 】

[Although I am only 41 years old, no one likes the feeling of suffocation after sprinting at full speed! 】
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Parejo, Rodrigo, and DePaul stood at the free throw position together. The three exchanged eyebrows and discussed for a long time. In the end, the other two teammates became the smokescreen of Captain Parejo.

DePaul and Rodrygo ran over the ball one after another, and Captain Pa, who stayed at the end, shot a cloud-piercing arrow against the wall and flew straight to the upper right dead corner of the goal!
Although Subasic is over 1.9 meters tall, facing such a tricky angle, he can only be beyond his reach!

2: 0!
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"Hey hey, that old striker on the other side is really good!"

Returning to the locker room with a score of 2:0, Vezzo happily boasted to his teammates:

"The speed is slow, the jump is low, and the technique of his feet is not even as good as Polo. How can he compare with me?"

Lee Polo, who just walked into the locker room, stood directly in front of him:

"What do you say?"

Wei Zuo almost jumped up in fright:

"I said... the striker on the opposite side is far worse than you!"

Li Poluo raised his eyebrows and sat down opposite him.

Wei Zuo smiled "hehe", peeled the skin of a banana, and handed it over eagerly:

"Come on, add some energy, it will depend on you to expand the advantage in the second half!"

Li Boluo was not too polite, he bit off the banana head in one bite, and Wei Zuo couldn't help clamping his legs...

Assistant coach Worro was the first to speak:

"The defense in the first half was good and didn't give the opponent too many opportunities, but the offensive end..."

He glanced at Li Polo who was eating bananas, and coughed:
"The two sides are not active enough, at least I haven't seen a few successful side crosses!"

Rodrigo, who was criticized by name, gave himself a little excuse:
"Coach, they have studied us very well. The full-backs have been restricting my crosses!"

Figuri also raised his right leg and showed the coach the ironclad evidence of his bravery:

"Yes, yes, I was kicked several times, and there was a big hole in my socks!"

Volo glanced at his stinky feet noncommittally:
"The two full-backs should strengthen their forward assists in the second half to form a numerical advantage locally."

Gaya and Cancelo glanced at each other:
"Got it, coach!"

Gary Neville came over at this time, and added in a firm tone:
"Our strength... can completely overwhelm them, don't give them too many opportunities to control the ball!"

(End of this chapter)