Football's Number One Madman

Chapter 414 No one can slap me in the face!
"drop!"

Oliver frowned and returned to the heavy rain.

Throughout the first half, the referee, whose creed was "curing blindness in the name of nothing", did not become the protagonist of the game, but allowed the players on both sides to play freely.

Apart from showing a yellow card to Mustafi, who was ruthless and shoveled Lee Polo fiercely, he didn't take any extra actions.

In the second half, he decided to do it again!
"If the first half was just light rain, then after a 15-minute break, the Stamford Bridge is now pouring rain..."

Even through the screen, Zhan Jun could clearly see a dense rain curtain falling from the sky.

22 players and three referees were engulfed by the rain as soon as they stepped onto the field.

As for the more than 4 fans at the scene, they were much luckier. Stamford Bridge is not a completely open-air stadium. There is a roof covering the stadium. Except for the front part of the fans, most of the fans can watch the game safely.

Li Poluo saw a slightly dark face in the heavy rain.

Sanchez, who had been sitting on the bench in the first half, came into battle at this time.

"Yo, you're here? Is Wenger going to send you to turn defeat into victory?"

Li Poluo greeted the opponent's thigh-level figure through layers of rain.

Sanchez was the only Arsenal player to swap shirts with him after the FA Cup final two seasons ago.

The Chilean striker sent him an invitation at the time:
"Come to the Premier League, I look forward to playing against you again! Next time, I will definitely win!"

Now, they have played against each other for the first time in two years, but Arsenal are already 0:4 behind!

Sanchez couldn't be happier!

He turned his head sullenly.

[The rain is too heavy, I can't hear it! 】

[Wenger on the horse, why did you send me out at this time? 】

[I would have learned from Liverpool's Coutinho if I knew it earlier, saying that I had a back injury! 】

[Made, I'm still too dedicated! 】

[Negative sentiment from Alexis Sanchez, +77! 】
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Despite his reluctance and cursing, when the game started, Sanchez devoted himself to the game as always.

From the left to the center, he can be seen everywhere. As the highest paid and only thigh in the Arsenal team, he spares no effort on both offense and defense.

Even in the 48th minute, he once retreated to the full-back position, assisting Kolasinac to cut off William's through ball to Li Polo.

It's a pity that Arsenal's frontcourt coordination was disturbed by the slippery turf. Iwobi, who was advancing with the ball, slipped under his feet and fell to the top of the arc in the middle circle, allowing Louis to easily make a steal...

Chelsea's style of play is much simpler.

Louis took a few steps forward with his long legs, and then swung his right leg to make a long pass!
His goal is extremely clear, which is to forcibly hit the rear of Arsenal's defense!
Let the front trident and the opponent's three defenders compete for opportunities!
The rain is so heavy, the field is so slippery, the restricted area is full of opportunities!

Those forwards have such a high salary, so they should fight each other in the mud!
Sure enough, there was a sudden panic in Arsenal's penalty area.

Without hesitation, Mustafi directly hugged Li Polo by the waist!
Two old teammates who had fought side by side for a whole season and jointly lifted the La Liga and Copa del Rey trophies fell to the ground at the same time on the penalty area line!
"drop!"

[These guys, can't you let me take a few steps less? 】

The referee Oliver shook his head, quickly ran to the penalty area, took out two cards from his pocket, and raised them up one by one in the order of first yellow and then red.

Zhan Jun raised his voice slightly:
"Two yellows turned into one red. Mustafi used a red card and a penalty kick to prevent his old teammates from advancing forward!"

Zhang Lu also shook his head and sighed:
"This is professional football. Before the start of the game, they were talking and laughing, hugging and reminiscing about the past in the player tunnel, but on the field, there are only opponents!"

"Made, take it easy!"

Although he was prepared in his heart, perhaps because the turf was too slippery, Li Polo couldn't maintain his center of gravity in the end. This fall made his eyes stare, and he couldn't get up for a long time.

Mustafi was also out of breath, but still cursed:
"Who told you to sprint only at me! If I let you go, you will be regarded as a traitor when you return to the locker room!"

Li Poluo took a breath, recovered a little bit of strength, and stretched out his hand to push him away from himself:

"The red card is fine, you don't have to go through the torment of hell anymore!"

Mustafi was silent for a moment, raised his fist and hit his chest:
"Won't you comfort your old friend when you're riding a horse?"

Li Poluo nodded, then raised his right hand:
"Referee, he refused to accept your penalty, and even hit me publicly!"

"It must be handed over to the FA for severe punishment! Let him be reimbursed for his career!"

[Negative emotions from Mustafi, +444! 】

Mustafi jumped up from the ground, staring and yelling:

"Li Polo, you are not a human being riding a horse!"

"Just wait, on October 10th, I will bring a ton of TNT to send you the most sincere wedding wishes!"
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This turmoil ended with Lee Polo's full confession.

For his own wedding ceremony, he had to explain to the referee:

"The two of us are just kidding!"

Oliver didn't want to work overtime to write any complaint materials, so he pointed to the sidelines towards Mustafi:
"Hurry up and get off the field, don't affect the penalty kick."

Only then did Li Poluo look up at the huge electronic screen.

The game has come to 49 minutes and 23 seconds due to a lot of time wasted in the bickering between him and Mustafi.

The corner of his mouth grinned involuntarily:
【How to do?The FLAG I just inserted, scored a goal within 5 minutes as promised, and now I will be slapped in the face? 】

[The first penalty shooter in the team, Hazard, is still resting on the sidelines, Fabregas must not dare to compete with me for the right to take the penalty...or else...]

He immediately shook his head to deny his thoughts, exited the penalty area step by step, and handed over the right to take the penalty.

[I really want to be a ball bully, but my bottom line is not to take penalty kicks! 】

[As we all know, a penalty kick is not a goal! 】

【What's more... Wouldn't it be more embarrassing if the penalty kick couldn't be scored? 】

Of course Cesc Fabregas knew about the bold words that Brother Polo uttered in the locker room, so he was even more entangled than Li Polo.

Seeing that Li Polo exited the penalty area, he carefully walked up to the 12 yard point, carefully checked the flatness of the field, and placed the football on it.

By the time he finished everything, the time was already 49 minutes and 45 seconds.

【How to do? 】

【Brother Poluo's face, how could he lose it here? 】

His mind was full of distracting thoughts, which even affected the subsequent penalty kick.

His penalty kick fooled Cech, but failed to fool the goal and hit the crossbar directly!

There was a sigh from the stands at Stamford Bridge.

【Oops! 】

Fabregas hugged his head in frustration, but saw a black shadow covering the sky of the restricted area.

Lee Polo smiled as he flew into the air.

He even wanted to say thank you to Cesc Fabregas who missed the penalty kick!
He almost rubbed Xiaofa's shoulder and grabbed the rebounding football!
Cech's eyes widened, and he struggled to get up from the goal line, trying to block the city he was guarding.

But he only heard a "whoosh", and a swirling black shadow still passed by his eyes!

The wind and rain rolled up by the football hit Cech mercilessly on the face!
The cold icy rain slapped Cech's face indiscriminately.

The Czech goalkeeper conceded five goals in a row in 50 minutes!
[Negative sentiment from Cech, +555! 】

"Snapped!"

Li Polo pressed Cesc Fabregas' shoulder with one hand and landed heavily on the ground.

He turned his head to look at the electronic screen in the sky.

49 minutes and 52 seconds!
Chelsea 5, Arsenal 0!

【Ha ha ha ha! 】

He laughed wildly in his heart, then stretched out his right hand towards his coach's bench, fully stretching all five fingers.

Conte shook his head, but also showed a bright smile, and extended his right hand to him as well.

The Italian coach even had a flash of inspiration.

He figured out a way to stimulate the team boss.

He quickly rushed to the sidelines and yelled at Li Poluo:
"If you have the ability... you can enter 5 more!"

Not far away, Wenger's knees softened and he almost fell to his knees in the command area!

[Please Conte, please be human! 】

[Go and bully Guardiola, Mourinho, and Klopp! 】

[I'm retiring this season, please let me go! 】

[Negative sentiment from Arsene Wenger, +1444! 】

[Away team fans, +8448! 】

[National gun fans, +88488! 】

(End of this chapter)