Football's Number One Madman

Chapter 411 We Are Different!
9 month 17 day.

1:20pm.

Chelsea welcomed Arsenal, also from London City, at Stamford Bridge.

"In order to take care of the TV fans in Asia, this London City derby match is scheduled for the morning game of British time. I hope that the players on both sides will not feel too much discomfort."

Zhan Jun, thousands of miles away, started his commentary work at 8:20 in the evening:
"Fortunately, there is a light rain in the city of London today, so it won't make people feel hot."

Zhang Lu laughed:
"Hey, the turf after the rain... will be even more slippery! It's hard to see people on both sides turning their backs on their backs!"

Zhan Jun smiled knowingly, and noticed the broadcast screen:

"The players from both sides have lined up and can enter the arena at any time... Oh? Is Lee Polo going to say hello to the opponent's players again?"
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"Where are your numbers 7 and 10?"

Looking at Lacazette who was standing side by side with him at the end of the team, Li Polo easily found the topic:
"Is Sanchez because of the renewal issue, or because he is afraid to fight me?"

Lacazette looked at him blankly, without any response, without a trace of negative emotion.

"..."

Looking at his full beard, Li Polo couldn't help but want to say "Your beard is so ugly", but he held back.

[The reason why I, Li Boluo, can be invincible in the world is because of my real strength, but I never laugh at the other party's appearance! 】

So he gave up provoking Lacazette, but greeted Mustafi, his old partner in Valencia:

"Man, I hope after this game, we can still be friends!"

Mustafi, who was absent from the Community Shield Cup, smiled a bit reluctantly:

"As an old friend who's going to your wedding in two weeks, can I make one request?"

Li Poluo hugged him warmly:

"Tell me."

Mustafi lowered his voice:
"During the game...can you not talk to me?"

Li Poluo let go of his arms, with disappointment written all over his face:
"I thought you would cherish this opportunity to hand over hands very much, and couldn't wait to catch up with me!"

Mustafi pushed him away:

"No, I don't want to!"

"I just want to finish this game quietly!"
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"Drip~~~"

A few minutes later, referee Michael Oliver blew the whistle to start the game.

Lacazette, standing on the center line, passed the ball back, and Arsenal, who were playing away, began to organize the first offensive.

"Arsenal's formation today tends to be 343. The goalkeeper is still the old Blues player Petr Cech. The three central defenders are Monreal, Mustafi, Koscielny. Ramsey and Xhaka are in the middle. The top wing-backs are Kolasinac and Bellerin, Lacazette is on the front line, Welbeck and Iwobi are on the left and right..."

After reporting the visiting team's starting roster, Zhan Jun turned to the home team:
"Chelsea also ranked 343, the goalkeeper Courtois, the three central defenders are Cahill, Luiz, Azpilicueta, Kante and Cesc Fabregas partner in midfield, Alonso and Moses are separated on the left and right. On the front line, Li Polo, who was rested in the Champions League in the middle of the week, returned to the starting lineup, and on his left and right sides were Pedro and Willian."

He glanced at the bench on the sidelines:
"Hazard, who performed well in the middle of the week, is temporarily on the bench. Fans who want to see Li Polo and Hazard cooperate with each other to kill the Quartet may have to wait for some time."

Zhang Lu looked at Li Poluo expectantly:
"I heard that Li Boma will get married soon. It is said that people are in good spirits on happy occasions. I hope he can show his best performance in this competition!"

Zhan Jun laughed and devoted his attention to the game:
"Arsenal's lineup, it can be seen that they want to strengthen the hardness of the midfield. Ramsey, Xhaka, and Kolasinac are all the top fighters in the team, but in this way, they seem to be missing something. A command and dispatch brain..."

Zhang Lu nodded slightly:

"We can't...let Welbeck and Iwobi be in charge of the organization, right?"

Before his words fell, Arsenal launched a rather threatening offensive.

In the 3rd minute, Iwobi dribbled the ball forward, right wingback Bellerin suddenly moved forward, Iwobi quickly split the side, Bellerin threw off Alonso and made a cross!
The football flew over the heads of Cahill and Louis, and flew towards the left rib of the penalty area.

Bellerin didn't intend to pass to Lacazette in the middle, his goal was Welbeck who outflanked from the left!
After all, among Chelsea's three defenders, Cahill and Luiz are 1.9 meters three and one 1.8 meters nine, but Azpilicueta is only 1.7 meters eight!
Sure enough, the 1.8-meter-five Welbeck took advantage of his height to grab the spot. Unfortunately, Bellerin's pass was a bit too fast, which made him unable to exert his strength comfortably. He missed the goal frame slightly under the top, but it also made Kurtu Wa broke out in a cold sweat.

Wenger on the sidelines yelled secretly: "It's a pity!"

[If you can win the game first, the game will be much easier in the future! 】

It's a pity that the facts are always cruel and ruthless. Just 2 minutes after Welbeck missed the opportunity, Chelsea played almost the same routine.

Pedro advanced with the ball and attracted Xhaka's defense, but he suddenly gave the ball to Alonso who was covering from the left.

This time it was Alonso's turn to break through Bellerin!
Facing Bellerin, who was the fastest in the Arsenal team, Alonso, as a Spanish fellow, was right. I saw him forcefully speed up and break into the left rib of the penalty area, and then completed a round before the football was about to roll out of the bottom line. Foot cross!
Before he passed the ball, Chelsea's style of play was exactly the same as Arsenal's before!
But the target of Alonso's cross was not William on the right, but Li Polo in the middle!

Between Monreal, who is 1.7 meters nine, and Mustafi, who is 1.8 meters four, Lee Polo has successfully seized the opportunity!
Although Mustafi's hands had already grabbed his jersey, he still completed the final head shake!

Cech took a step forward, but in the next second, a hint of disbelief appeared on his face!

The football didn't hit the near post from top to bottom, but bounced off Lee Polo's head, and then flew up again, drawing an arc in the air!
Hazard, who was sitting on the bench, took a breath:
[It's a topspin header again? ! 】

He and Batshuayi looked at each other:
[This is really not shit luck! 】

【He's done it! 】

Remy, who was sitting in the corner, took out his small notebook immediately, and prepared to record every move of the bench players truthfully:
[At 5 minutes and 40 seconds of the first half, Hazard and Batshuayi looked at each other, as if they didn't have much respect for Polo's header skills...]

[They must think that Brother Poluo's header is shit luck! 】

But in the next second, he saw Hazard and Batshuayi standing up at the same time and applauding the No. 1 striker on the field!
1: 0!

Chelsea went first in the 6nd minute!
Conte punched hard on the sidelines, as if trying to show off to Wenger, who was a few steps away.

Wenger just sighed and sat down in his seat again.

Zhan Jun, who was far away in the sky, explained his state of mind for him:
"Wenger is suffering!"

"Chelsea's shots can be handed over to Lee Polo, who averaged four goals per game, but Arsenal's final blow was handed over to Welbeck, who couldn't score four goals in a month!"

Zhang Lu laughed "hehe":
"This is not a player of the same level at all!"

Zhan Jun flipped through the information in his hand, and added:
"Sorry, what I said just now was not accurate. In the last season, Welbeck scored a total of 2 goals...I shouldn't compare him with Li Polo at all!"

(End of this chapter)