Football's Number One Madman

Chapter 356 Decisive Battle in Cardiff!
"Speaking of which, your state doesn't seem to be right these days!"

The Champions League final is getting closer, and the atmosphere in the Valencia team is gradually becoming tense.

On this day, assistant coach Uro called Feguli aside and asked a question with concern.

Li Poluo also clearly felt that this teammate was a little light when running, and his whole person's attention was not as concentrated as before.

Figuri touched the back of his head:

"We start this week ... into Ramadan."

Wu Luo froze for a moment, and it took him a long time to react.

【Damn! 】

He muttered something in his mouth, and then reminded:
"I respect your religious beliefs, but as a player, you must restore your condition as soon as possible, otherwise, you will know the result."

Figuri responded and returned to his teammates.

Li Poluo glanced at him:
"Just a few days, can't you think of a way? I remember that Benzema is the same as you, but he didn't go on a hunger strike!"

Figuri snorted through his nostrils:
"He is not halal at all! Allah will forsake him!"
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The May calendar slowly turned over, and June came to the second day.

After a three-hour flight, the Valencia team arrived in Cardiff, the capital of Wales, one day ahead of schedule (it can also be translated as Cardiff).

As one of the four major political entities of the British Empire, Wales has a total population of only 300 million, of which 30 people gather in Cardiff, which is also the ninth largest city in the UK...

At around [-]:[-] p.m., Neville led the players onto the club's bus and headed to the Millennium Stadium to adapt to the venue in advance.

Since the head coach is from England and there are two English players in the team, Valencia is considered half of the home court here. There are even a few fans holding up the red Manchester United jerseys and whistling to the Neville brothers:

"Come on! Get rid of the arrogant Spaniard!"

Returning to the familiar land of England and hearing the familiar native English, Gary Neville relaxed a lot.

He glanced at the players who were carefully adapting to the field on the lawn, turned to his brother and said:

"Should I bring other people to the press conference?"

Little Neville shrugged his shoulders:

"You will be torn to pieces by those reporters!"
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The stable head coach Neville still brought Li Polo and Parejo to make up for it.

"To be able to play in the final of the Champions League as a manager for the first time is unbelievable to me."

In the face of hundreds of media, Nei Wenhao showed his eloquence:
"But on the opposite side of me, Mr. Zidane has proved that even a rookie coach can create miracles. So I have full confidence in tomorrow's game and thank Mr. Zidane for his good example.

Considering that since the restructuring of the Champions League, no team has ever successfully defended the title. Tomorrow's game seems to be more beneficial to Valencia.

If I consider the record of the confrontation between the two sides since this season, my confidence will be even more sufficient.

Tomorrow's game is destined to be a wonderful confrontation battle. Real Madrid has excellent strikers such as Ronaldo, Benzema, Bale, Morata, and Isco. They have scored a total of Scored 102 goals, the efficiency is extremely amazing. "

Under the gaze of the reporters, he suddenly realized:

"In our lineup, we also have a strong offensive firepower, Li Polo, Mina, Feguli, Rodrigo, Munir... We have scored 38 goals in 130 rounds of the league, creating a Breaking the historical scoring record of the five major leagues."

He couldn't hide a smile:
"As for the statistics of the players, you have made detailed reports before the game, so I won't repeat them one by one."

Captain Parejo took the microphone:

"After the success of the 15-16 season, we ushered in a new head coach and new teammates. Originally, I thought there would be a rebuilding period and a trough in this season, but unexpectedly, we ushered in A more successful season.

To be honest, after playing in Valencia for these years, even in my dreams, I never imagined that one day I would stand on the stage of the Champions League final, and... as the captain of the team! "

He almost wanted to wipe away tears:
"I cherish this opportunity very much, so even if the opponent is Real Madrid, I will not back down! I will work with my teammates and go all out to compete for this supremely glorious trophy!"

The microphone came to Li Polo, he shrugged his shoulders:

"If tomorrow's opponent is Juventus, I have prepared a lot of lines. It's a pity that it's Real Madrid. I'm tired of them, especially their substitute players. I definitely don't want to see me on the court again."

Zidane, Ronaldo, and Ramos were in the audience, looking at him coldly.

I want to hear what kind of fart this arrogant guy can let out.

I saw Li Poluo took out his mobile phone:
"Just now Mr. Neville did not analyze the data of the players of both sides, so let me expand:
For Real Madrid, Ronaldo scored 25 goals in the league, Benzema scored 11 goals, Bell... 7, and the BBC added up to 43. Morata scored 15 goals, but he will definitely not have the chance to start tomorrow. "

Zidane, who was sitting below, snorted unhappily after hearing someone pointing fingers at his formation.

I only heard Li Poluo pointing at himself:

"On our side, I scored 52 goals alone, which is 9 more than the total of the BBC... Is it worth comparing?"

He spread his hands and bared his teeth:
"Unless a Real Madrid defender makes me get injured within 10 minutes of the start of the game, otherwise... tell me tomorrow's game, how can I lose?"

Ramos' face also darkened.

[This is a provocation to me! 】

Finally, Li Poluo stretched out his right hand and stroked his thick hair:
"Well, in order to encourage myself, let me make a bet with you here.

If I lose this final tomorrow, I will have no hair for a year! "

All eyes involuntarily focused on Zidane's brain gate!
Rao Qi Zu has restrained his temper a lot now, and he can't help the blue veins from bursting out!

[Negative emotions from Zidane, +999! 】

[Ramos, +748! 】

[C Ronaldo, +1024! 】
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2017 6 Month 3 Day.

7pm.

There is still half an hour before the start of the game, but the players on both sides have finished their final adaptation.

As the highest event at the club level, the Champions League final undoubtedly has cards and specifications that other events cannot match.

The Black Eyed Peas, the leader of the North American rap scene, performed for a full 8 minutes amid the cheers of more than 6 live audiences.

When they sang the last syllable, the camera shot to the player tunnel.

Occupying the south channel as the home team is Valencia in a white jersey.

Captain Parejo, goalkeeper Alves, back four Bernat, Van Dijk, Jones, Cancelo, followed by Perez, DePaul, Rodrygo, Feguli, Li Polo.

On the other side is the visiting team Real Madrid, who can only wear purple jerseys.

Captain Ramos, goalkeeper Keylor Navas, defenders Marcelo, Varane, Carvajal, three midfielders Casemiro, Kroos, Modric, a midfielder Isco, two forwards Ben Zema, Ronaldo.

- Wales captain Gareth Bale, unable to start in front of the people of his home country.

Lee Polo is extremely quiet today.

From the time he walked out of the locker room to the time he stood in the tunnel, he didn't show anything.

It wasn't that a security guard gagged him from speaking.

It's because... In this stadium, the player channels for the host and the guest are completely separated!

Across two thick walls, he has no way to communicate with Real Madrid players friendly!
He had some doubts, did Real Madrid Chairman Florentino pay for these two walls and hire someone to build them up overnight!
(End of this chapter)