Football's Number One Madman

Chapter 273 Ittihad Chat Room

10 month 19 day.

City of Manchester.

Less than two hours before the start of the game, Gary Neville, who had already boarded the bus and was about to go to the stadium, received Manchester City's starting list.

He stared at the list of 11 people for a long time, and finally popped out a sentence:
"Where's their striker?"

Manchester City's midfield players include Sterling, De Bruyne, Nolito, David Silva, Gundogan, Ferdinanho...

But among these six players, it is obvious that none of them are Indian strikers!
Wu Luo flipped through the information in his hand:

"I didn't hear about Aguero's injury!"

Big Neville's face became obviously dignified:
"Guardiola...is going to play without a striker at Manchester City!"

Little Neville frowned:

"Our targeted training has always been prepared according to Aguero playing center forward!"

Big Neville bit his lip and drew for a long time on the tactical board in his hand:

"Their frontcourt running positions will be more flexible. Only relying on Van Dijk and Wezzo...can they support it?"
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Manchester gradually entered the evening, and the lights of the Etihad Stadium shone on the green field.

After a lapse of half a year, Lee Polo felt a little bit nostalgic when he set foot on the field again.

In England, the distance between the stands and the stadium is often closer, and the effect of gathering the sound is more obvious-not to mention, the fans in England are also known for their loudness.

Unlike Spain, which is relatively civilized and polite, enthusiastic England fans will go shirtless and cheer for the team even in the early evening.

It's just... For Manchester City, which lacks sufficient background, there are still slightly fewer such diehard fans.

Captain Fernandinho, goalkeeper Bravo, two full-backs Zabaleta, Kolarov, plus one Otamendi...

Standing in the player tunnel, Lee Polo sized up the opponent's 11 players, and then walked towards the opponent.

Before he got close to the first target, he received a burst of feedback:
[Negative emotions from Otamendi, +9]

[Zabaleta, +6]

[Sterling, +2]

[Silva, +5...]

"What about Kompany? What about Joe Hart? Yaya Toure and Aguero?"

Li Poluo looked around:
"I miss playing them again! But why didn't they start?"

He was about to break through the opponent's psychological defense one by one, but he heard Guardiola's voice not far away:

"Security, security! Pull that guy back!"

Seeing a few British guys with big arms and round waists standing in front of him, Li Polo could only roll his eyes:
"Are you going to play with me?"
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"They're the best team,

This is the most important event..."

When the theme song of the Champions League resounded in the stadium, Li Polo was ready to shake hands with the players of Manchester City with great anticipation.

[Those security guards will not disturb our friendly communication now! 】

But to his disappointment, starting from Fernandinho and Bravo, all the players of Blue Moon passed by him at a speed of [-] meters sprint!

Instead, everyone stretched out their fists and touched Li Polo. Li Polo still has no way to complain like he did against Atletico Madrid!

Looking at the opponents who were speeding up and fleeing one by one, Li Poluo was very innocent:
"I just want to chat with the Premier League teams in English, what's wrong with that?"
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"Thanks to Kompany's reminder, we were able to start the game in a normal state of mind."

Guardiola off the field had a panoramic view of Li Polo's every move, turned his head and said to his assistant:
"A lot of Barcelona players have complained to me, this guy has a good way of playing mentality! Just like... the Portuguese!"

Arteta, who had just retired, smiled wryly:
"I can understand that feeling."

In front of their eyes, there was a face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

But...they didn't relax for long.

When the game started, Lee Polo immediately ushered in his own "chat time".

As the starting striker, of course he first found the opponent's central defender Otamendi:

"I heard that you have not won the last two rounds? You were beaten 0:2 by Tottenham, and you were tied by Everton?"

Otamendi kept his mouth shut and remained silent.

But Li Poluo has already brushed up to 10 experience points...

"Your team can't do it! You spend hundreds of millions every year, and in the end, even Arsenal shares the same points with you. Are you worthy of the oil daddy's salary?"

Otamendi looked at him calmly, this time, there was no negative emotion...

Li Boluo froze for a moment.

【what's going on? 】

[Immune to my psychological warfare...? 】

【how can that be! 】

Li Poluo frowned, and glanced at another central defender:

"A warm reminder to you, today I will specifically attack your side, you have to be prepared!"

[Negative emotions from Otamendi, +22! 】

The Manchester City central defender and former Warren player finally couldn't bear it anymore:
"Can't you change your opponent?"

"Stones is worth more than me!"

Seeing the experience points, Li Poluo suddenly smiled.

[It turns out that you just care more about your own performance! 】
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Anyway, the game has just started, and both sides are still in the trial stage. Lee Polo simply expanded his scope of activities, allowing himself to contact as many opponents as possible, so as to recover the previous losses.

For example, he sent care for young people to Manchester City's left back Kolarov:

"Our Figuri is extremely fast. You are so old, you have to be careful of your old arms and legs!"

The 31-year-old Kolarov glared at him, and slowly sent out 7 experience points.

Li Polo curled his lips, retreated directly to the midfield, and found De Bruyne:
"It's a pity for your penalty kick in the last league game. If you could score early, you would have won!"

Ding Ding, who missed a penalty kick against Everton, was suddenly brought back unpleasant memories.

[De Bruyne, +27]

He found Silva again:

"Is it tiring to pass the ball to a teammate like Sterling every day? If you change to a forward, you will already be the European assist leader!"

He took advantage of the opportunity to pull Sterling:
"Did you hear that, baby!"

The happy boy rolled his big eyes:

"You are trying to provoke our relationship!"

Lee Polo glanced at Silva.

Although the latter suppressed his emotions, he still came up with a bunch of experiences:
[Silva, +35]

[I know he's trying to provoke a relationship, but I really want to beat Sterling up! 】
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"...Damn it!"

Guardiola looked at Li Polo who almost ran around the entire stadium, and he couldn't help but swear:

"Is this guy playing football?"

"In 10 minutes, he touched the ball twice, but he has changed from a striker to a midfielder!"

Arteta understood what he meant, and immediately found the fourth official on the sidelines:

"Player No. 9 of the white team has been attacking our players with words!"

The fourth official glanced at Li Polo, who was still "running around committing crimes", and contacted the referee Rizzoli through the headset:
"The coaching staff of the home team complained about the players of the visiting team..."

After a few seconds, he shook his head regretfully:

"The referee believes that the players of the visiting team did not make insulting or discriminatory remarks, but just ordinary conversation."

Arteta was preparing to put pressure on again, but the situation on the court changed suddenly:
Silva, holding the ball in the middle, glanced at Sterling and De Bruyne. It was obvious that Sterling on the left had more space, but he subconsciously passed it to the Belgian on the right, but Van Dyer Ke steals it immediately.

Valencia launched a counterattack in an instant, and DePaul didn't even look up to observe, and directly swung his big foot and made a long pass over 60 meters!

【Lying trough...】

Li Polo, who just had an in-depth conversation with Silva, had no way of catching up with the pass, so he could only concentrate on speeding up while admiring Figuri's performance from a distance.

Fei Tianwang, who was rested in the league, managed to recover [-]% of his strength, and had the upper hand in the sprint match against Kolarov, but he couldn't find the feeling of his feet when he stopped the ball and cut in, and was pulled down by the opponent with the ball. land!
"drop!"

Rizzoli immediately threw out a yellow card and awarded the visiting team a free kick 25 meters away from the goal.

Kolarov wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, and went to line the wall with lingering fear.

But he heard a familiar London suburban accent ringing in his ears:

"Do you want to thank me well?"

"If I hadn't reminded you, Figuri would have faced the goalkeeper directly!"

The veins on Kolarov's forehead are about to explode!

[Negative emotions from Kolarov, +33! 】

[Feguli, +8! 】

Fei Tianwang stretched out his arms and put his arms around Li Polo's head:
"Little brother, what happened to you today! If you didn't respond in the middle for a long time, would I have been fouled?"

[Gary Neville, +20! 】

Valencia's head coach jumped angrily on the sidelines:
"Why do our strikers drop so deep?"

"If he wants to play at the back, why didn't he tell me in advance?"

"If he and Figuli had advanced at the same time just now, Manchester City's defense would have been unstoppable!"

Little Neville quickly held down his biological elder brother, and then watched Parejo draw his bow and arrow together, making a wonderful arc!

"Whoosh~~"

The football flew over Otamendi's head and precisely entered the dead corner of the home team's goal!

1: 0!

Valencia, who was a guest at the Ittihad, made the first victory in the 14th minute!
(End of this chapter)