Football's Number One Madman

Chapter 342 A stomach full of bad water
Yaohan Benalouan was quick to regret it.

Because of his sneer, Li Poluo decided to regard him as the key point of the breakthrough in this game!

In the 6th minute of the game, Rodrigo dribbled the ball forward from the left. Before the Blue Fox right back Simpson got close, he sent a through pass.

Li Polo moved forward quickly close to Benalouin, but just as he slowed down and stretched out his feet to stop the ball, the French bald head slammed into him fiercely.

Warren No. 9 hit the ball with his right foot, gave up resistance, and was knocked out of the baseline by the opponent...

"drop!"

Looking at the yellow card in the hands of the referee Kasai, Benalouan was stunned for a moment, unable to react for a while.

[Didn't this guy overturn the entire La Liga by virtue of his tendons?How can you fall down as soon as you push it? 】

[The MVP player who came out of the bloody corpses of the League Two, why is he so weak? 】

"This is a normal body collision! I only used the strength of my shoulders!"

Benalouan patted himself on the shoulder hard and appealed to the referee.

But Kassai was unmoved:
"He flew five meters away, you tell me it's not a foul?"

"Don't tell me about the rules of the Premier League, this is the Champions League!"

Benalouan cast a vicious glance at Li Polo who had climbed up from the bottom line, and a trace of anger rose in his heart.

[I probably...have been touched, right? 】

[Negative emotions from Benaluan, +27! 】
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After receiving a yellow card in less than 7 minutes, the central defender was a little bit helpless.

But Lee Polo is ready to show his true skills.

Just 3 minutes later, he withdrew to the opponent's midfield and carried out guerrilla harassment against Drinkwater and Ndidi, making them unable to comfortably hold the ball, and could only hand over the ball to Mahrez on the right wing.

This choice is easy to understand. Compared with Albrighton on the left, Mahrez's overall ability is undoubtedly much higher than that of his teammates. It is even no problem to regard him as Robben or Hazard of Leicester City. .

It's a pity that although the Polo King swayed Bernat away with a sharp breakthrough, he had just cut inside to the edge of the penalty area when he met the calm and calm Van Dijk.

He continued to dribble the ball horizontally, but until he reached the arc top of the penalty area in the middle from the far right, Van Dijk still followed him like a shadow, and drove precisely on the only way he had to cut vertically, so that he didn't have any chance at all. A way to make the next breakthrough!
Then... make an emergency stop, change direction, and return to the right!
Mahrez slammed on the brakes, turned around and walked back, but just as he started, he bumped into his teammate Shinji Okazaki!
Perez, who retreated to help defend, accepted the gift with a smile, stretched out his foot to hook the ball away, and then made a diagonal pass with his left foot, and found Parejo who was watching the show.

Captain Pa gave up the ball, turned around, and sent a direct pass. The three actions were done in one go, without delaying the opportunity.

The Valencia striker fired three arrows at once, crossing the center line almost indiscriminately, and straight into the core hinterland of Leicester City!
Fegulli took the ball lightly. Instead of relying on his speed to continue to break through the wing, he cut inward in front of the Blue Fox's left back Fox, turning from the right to the center!

At the same time as he changed direction, Li Poluo had already inserted between the two central defenders!

Fox knows with his ass what the Algerian bald man in front of him is thinking!
But although he predicted the future, he didn't have the ability to change the future!

He tried his best to stretch his legs to block, but Figuri sent a through kick one step faster than him!
The football scratched the turf and jumped out!

And in Feiguli's eyes, Li Polo, who had already run ten meters... seemed to be faster at this moment?
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【I know he's fast, but I really didn't know he could ride so fast! 】

Benalouan's heart was beating violently.

It was only the ninth minute of the game, but his bald head was already dripping with sweat, and his breath became heavy.

The opponent's counterattack was too fast, and three people advanced at the same time. He and Huth didn't dare to get too close, otherwise it would be easy to lose sight of the other.

But in this way, the gap between the two of them couldn't be closed at all, so that Li Polo easily got in!

Then he saw Lee Polo catching up with the through ball, the speed was obviously slowed down...

【Chance! 】

Benalouan's heart tightened. This was his only chance to catch up with his opponent, and it was also the best time to destroy this single-handed fight.

But the yellow card 3 minutes ago is still vivid.

[Li Polo's shooting level in high-speed running is not reliable. If he is allowed to shoot, goalkeeper Schmeichel may still have a chance to save. 】

[But if you step forward to interfere, you may fall into his trap again! 】

superior?Still not on?

At the last second, Benalouan withdrew the idea of ​​stretching his feet to intercept, just stretched his hand forward, trying to pull the opponent's jersey-he used his body to block the referee's sight, confident that he would not be found.

But Li Polo flicked the ball to the left after he had stopped the football!
[He wants to shake the goalkeeper and get a better shooting angle! 】

Benalouan's gaze shrank suddenly.

He seems to have seen the future.

Schmeichel, who was thrown off his center of gravity, had no choice but to let the football fly into the net!

[I have no choice! 】

In the blink of an eye, the big bald head finally stretched out his right foot!
He didn't touch the ball rolling to the left, but he stopped Li Polo who was about to chase the ball and shoot!

"bump!"

Li Polo rolled three times in the penalty area, and finally lay quietly at Schmeichel's feet.

The second-generation Danish goalkeeper lowered his eyes and looked at Li Polo, who was not at all rough.

As the Blue Fox's last line of defense, he watched Lee Polo's performance throughout.

At the last moment, he seemed to see a faint...smile from the corner of the other party's mouth.

"you do this delibrately?"

"You have been waiting for Benalouan to foul from the beginning?"

Lee Polo didn't answer him, but was waiting for a voice.

"Drip~~~~"

Kassai's whistle came late. The famous Hungarian whistle who enforced the 2016 European Cup finally ran into the penalty area.

Benalouan turned to the referee blankly, and received his second yellow card without any surprises!

Kasai pointed to the penalty spot two steps away, and at the same time showed a card of another color:

"Two yellows turn into one red, plus a penalty kick!"

Only then did Li Poluo tear off the disguise completely, revealing a smile on his face.

[Walking into my script, you don't want to come out! 】

Seeing his ugly face, Benalouan couldn't help but want to step on his face!
Fortunately, Schmeichel threw him and did not cause a bigger accident!
[Negative emotions from Benaluan, +555! 】
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"Leicester City suffered a major blow. Their central defender Benalouan received two yellow cards within 3 minutes and was expelled by the referee!"

Zhan Jun, a commentator thousands of miles away, is ready to mourn for Leicester City:
"This central defender originally only played in place of the injured captain Wes Morgan, but I didn't expect him to become the team's biggest shortcoming!"

"Leicester City, which is behind by two goals, will play more with less in the remaining 80 minutes!"

Zhang Lu, who was born as a professional goalkeeper, saw it a little deeper.

He shook his head slightly:
"Li Polo...why is he so bad now?"

"Just now, with his speed, he definitely had time to shoot, but he just slowed down a bit, waiting for the opponent's defender to stretch his foot to intercept!"

Zhan Jun nodded thoughtfully:

"Is he trying to get Benalouan's second yellow card?"

Zhang Lu changed to a euphemism:

"I can't be sure, I can only say...very likely!"

Zhan Jun pushed up his glasses, showing a smirk with a crooked mouth:

"After this kid arrived in La Liga, why did he learn more and get worse?"

Zhang Lu even laughed heartlessly:
"Indeed, when he played football in League Two before, he was always reckless and reckless, without such twists and turns! Is it the environment of La Liga that brought him down, hehe, hehe!"

(End of this chapter)