Football's Number One Madman

Chapter 314 I haven't exerted my strength yet!

February 2, Mestalla Stadium.

Standing at the end of the queue, Lee Polo looked at Ronaldo, who was only 2 meters away from him, and showed a meaningful smile.

Ronaldo noticed his expression, and suddenly felt that the temperature in the player tunnel seemed to have dropped by three or four degrees.

He immediately looked away, but still heard a disgusting voice from the opposite side:

"Hey man, you have to work harder. Let me see how good the 2016 Golden Globe winner is!"

Of course Ronaldo would ignore him.

But Lee Polo didn't give up, and instead intensified:
"Forget it, I'll go find Messi, his five Ballon d'Ors are the real deal!"

On Ronaldo's neck, there are faint bulges of blue veins.

【Real goods at a fair price? 】

[Have you asked Sneijder? 】

[It's like I didn't ask Ribery! 】

[Negative emotions from Ronaldo, +77! 】
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"Drip~~~"

"The referee blows the whistle, and the supplementary match between Valencia and Real Madrid officially begins!"

The commentator Zhan Jun cheered up and started the commentary of this impromptu arrangement.

Although it was only a temporary arrangement, he made detailed preparations:

"The referee is La Liga's No.1 whistler Marenko, who has always been known for his strict law enforcement. In the match between Germany and Serbia in the 2010 World Cup, he pulled out 9 yellows and one red in one breath, creating a small record in the history of the World Cup. And sent off Klose, the main striker of Deutsche Chariot at the time."

He paused for a moment, then said something seemingly casually:
"According to unreliable sources, the referee seems to have taken care of Real Madrid in the past games."

Guest Zhang Lu laughed:

"It's interesting to let a referee of the Real Madrid department whistle this focus match, the Spanish Football Association... it's interesting, hehehaha!"
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Parejo won power on the kickoff, so Lee Polo was the first player to touch the ball.

He pushed the ball lightly, and Feguli swept towards Perez 20 meters away, and then the two turned around and moved forward at the same time, getting into the two lines of defense of Real Madrid.

Perez originally wanted to take a few more shots, but Ronaldo had already pounced on him, so scared that he quickly sent the ball to Parejo on the right, so as to avoid being kicked by Ronaldo in the ankle... …

"Hey, Cristiano Ronaldo has exhausted his strength today, and he actively pressed for the first second of the game. It can be seen that he attaches great importance to the outcome of this game!"

Zhan Jun affirmed Ronaldo's attitude.

Zhang Lu also nodded:
"C Ronaldo is different from Messi. He has always been outgoing and straightforward. He seldom holds any emotions in his heart. So when we watched the European Cup, he was more excited than the head coach!"

Probably because the game at the beginning was not exciting enough, they took advantage of the opportunity to chat about the European Cup half a year ago, and when the conversation ended, Li Poluo just finished a shot.

"This ball is too high! A header from Lee Polo!"

Zhan Jun sighed regretfully:
"Feguli's escape from the wing was wonderful. Marcelo was completely shaken by him, but the last cross was a little too high!"

Zhang Lu is also very sorry:

"As long as it is 10 centimeters lower, Li Polo will be able to push it up very comfortably!"
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"Made, do you want me to hit the beam directly?"

Li Polo, who failed to score a lightning goal, retreated and taught Figuri a lesson:

"If you can spend half of your mind on passing the ball, you won't have 8 assists until now!"

Fei Tianwang's pass just now almost broke his neck before he barely touched the football, so the quality of the header can be imagined.

Figuri quickly raised his hands, begging for mercy from the big boss in the team:
"I was wrong, I was wrong, brother, stop chanting mantras!"

Li Poluo glanced at the bench on the sidelines:
"Munir's passing skills seem to be pretty good too! As expected, he came out of La Masia's youth training camp!"

Figuri clenched his fists between teeth:
"Just wait, next time I will pass it on to you for sure!"
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Navas took a goal kick, and after the football flew more than 50 meters, it landed near the middle circle.

Li Polo, who had already retreated to his own half, leaped high, completely suppressed Casemiro, and easily distributed the ball to Figuri on the right.

This time, Fegulli also used his absolute speed advantage to hit Marcelo, who was grabbing up, through the crotch, and then dribbled the ball directly to the bottom!

Ramos could only retreat while moving to the right. Marcelo, who was a step slower in returning to defense, could only fill in for him in the middle.

Of the central defenders staying in the penalty area, only Varane is left...

Before Ramos reached the penalty area line, Figuli directly kicked the cross!
Ramos' eyelids twitched, and he quickly turned to look at the door.

[Fortunately, Varane didn't lose his position! 】

The "French Scholar" was standing behind Li Polo's butt every step of the way, making it impossible for him to turn around. In addition, Keylor Navas had already blocked the position of the near post. Even if Li Polo chose to head the ball, it would be difficult for him Angle!

But just a second later, Ramos couldn't help but want to curse!

Li Polo leaned back slightly, and Varane fell to the ground on his back!
Then the home team's No. 9 plucked a green onion on dry land and jumped high at the 12-yard point!

Losing Varane's barrier, the angle from which he can choose to shoot suddenly becomes infinitely wider!
He shook his head in the air and slid the ball towards the far post!
Navas, who was guarding the near end, sank in his heart, and immediately took a step back, but it was too late!

"sieve!"

In the visiting team's net, a group of white waves were stirred up!

Li Poluo landed lightly, turned his head and glanced at Varane lying at his feet, and shook his head contemptuously:

"You fell down before I exerted my strength?"

The French defender with a height of 191 and a weight of 84 suddenly felt endless humiliation!

【He, he, he...he hit me with his ass! 】

【His ass...is as hard as iron! 】

[Negative emotions from Varane, +84! 】

[Navas, +28! 】

[Ramos, +44! 】

[C Ronaldo, +77! 】

[Zidane, +10! 】
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"This goal...goes in!"

Zhan Jun's voice was slightly hesitant, because he was a little worried that Lee Polo's actions might cause a foul:

"Let's take a look at the replay. Marcelo lost his position, Feguli went down the right, and Ramos had to make up for it, but Feguli didn't bother with him, and he kicked a cross directly. The goalkeeper responded Li Polo... There was no extra movement, he just relied on his upper body strength to squeeze away Varane who was marking him, and got the space to shoot! No foul! The goal was valid! In the 5th minute of the opening, Li Polo scored for The Bat Legion will go to the city first!"

Akinfenwa, who was watching the live broadcast at Wimbledon, nodded in relief, and even pulled his son over:

"Look, this kid didn't want to practice core strength back then, but my dad forced him to do it together!"

Little Ah Jin, who had just turned eight years old, looked at Li Polo on TV with admiration:
"Wow, Dad, you are his teacher now!"

Akinfenwa proudly raised his right arm, showing off his well-developed biceps.

Little Ah Jin blinked and asked seriously:
"Then why is he playing in La Liga and you are playing in the English Championship?"

[Negative emotions from Akinfenwa, +6! 】

(End of this chapter)