Football's Number One Madman

Chapter 427 Simeone was slapped in the face again?
"drop……"

The harsh whistle echoed in the night sky of the Calderon Stadium.

Seeing the fallen Godin, the referee Irati's heart sank, and he rushed to the penalty area quickly, and at the same time made a gesture of "medical personnel entering the field" towards the sidelines.

Atletico Madrid's medical team rushed up without any hesitation, carrying a first aid kit.

Simeone aimed at the fourth official and roared hoarsely:

"He's trying to kill my players! Can't you see that?"

Almost at the same time, there were deafening boos from the surrounding stands, and all Atletico Madrid fans were frantically putting pressure on the referee team.

Irati hesitated for a few seconds, then simply ran to the sidelines and communicated with the linesman and the fourth official.

[Since there is no way for one person to decide, then put the responsibility on the entire team! 】

Atletico Madrid's team doctors only watched for a few seconds before reporting to the head coach:

"The spine is damaged, and the lower limbs temporarily lose consciousness. They must be sent to the hospital for a detailed diagnosis immediately!"

Simeone strode into the referee team and yelled at Irati:
"He's a murderer! My players are going to be sent to the hospital now! Are you all blind?!"

Irati frowned and avoided his bloody mouth, and returned to the field. After thinking about it for nearly 3 minutes, he finally failed to withstand the pressure from Atletico Madrid and showed Li Polo a yellow card.

Lee Polo explained to him innocently:

"Referee, I was just jumping normally, but he jumped too low!"

Irati shook her head at him:
"Shut up, we are not fools!"

Lee Polo shrugged his shoulders:

"I respect your penalty, but I also insist that this is not a foul."

Irati looked at him with a little admiration in her heart.

【Whether this kid is foul or thick-skinned, he has the demeanor of an old-school player! 】
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After Godin left the field with a serious injury, Simeone could only use Jimenez to play instead, but the latter hadn't had time to warm up, and the first half of the game was over.

Back in the visiting team's locker room, assistant coach Alessio shouted to Li Polo alone:

"In the second half, you are not allowed to do such a dangerous move again!"

Li Poluo stretched out his left hand, gave him an "OK" gesture, and then returned to his seat.

Conte's eyes stayed on him for three seconds, and then returned to the tactical board in front of him:

"Atletico Madrid did not attack our penalty area many times in the first half, but this does not mean that they have no threat. We have emphasized many times that the last 20 minutes of the second half are when they are most dangerous!"

After seeing the players nodding one after another, he walked up to Li Polo again:

"Do you need other teammates to give you more crosses?"

Li Poluo raised his eyebrows slightly:

"No, thank you."

Conte nodded, turned and walked towards the coaching team's area.

With his back to Li Polo, the Italian showed a slight smile.

He felt that he had mastered Lee Polo's character traits.

This player does not need any encouragement and praise, but a little provocation and stimulation!

The louder the voice of doubt, the more explosive his performance! -
Compared with the away team, the atmosphere in the locker room of the home team was a bit depressing.

Simeone sat in a corner and was lost in thought. The players could only relax while wiping the sweat off their bodies.

Simeone didn't stand up until the 15-minute intermission was about to end.

All eyes were on him, wanting to hear the trick to break the situation.

Simeone smiled freely:
"Sorry, I haven't found a plan to turn things around. All I can convey to you is my determination and courage!"

His face is full of fierceness and determination:
"With my determination and courage... go on stage! Fight them like 11 men to the end!"

"Especially... Lee Polo!"

"Kill him!"
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"Drip~~~"

Irati blew the whistle to start the second half.

The referee was somewhat preoccupied.

Godin's injury is not trivial at first glance, and it will inevitably arouse a burst of public attention.As the referee on duty, he also needs to report all the details to UEFA in detail.

Fortunately, Atletico Madrid's influence in European football is really limited. If it is Real Madrid, Barcelona or super giants such as Bayern and Manchester United, coupled with the protests of top coaches such as Zidane, Guardiola and Mourinho, The referee may even be suspended for multiple games.

Irati secretly clenched her fists and encouraged herself:
[In the second half, you must concentrate!Blow these 45 minutes! 】

Before he put down his fist, Li Polo made a frontal sliding shovel, knocking Cork to the ground just after receiving the pass!

Irati subconsciously wanted to blow the whistle, but after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't find where Li Polo fouled!
The striker's tackle action is not sloppy at all, it is as clean and neat as a standard demonstration, and even has a touch of chic and handsome!
If I stop the game by blowing it up, I will be laughed at by my peers!
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Lee Polo, who made a successful steal, did not rush to the opponent's penalty area immediately, but distributed the ball to Hazard on the left.

——After all, the technical work of dribbling forward is really not suitable for me...

Sure enough, the ball king did not live up to his expectations. He broke through Atletico Madrid's defensive midfielder Partai with a flick, and went straight to the defense.

Lee Polo, who was off the ball, accelerated directly, aiming at the opponent's penalty area to launch an assault.

Although Hazard was a great threat, the two central defenders of Atletico Madrid still couldn't give up Li Polo, and could only hand over the ball king to Juan Forlan to deal with alone.

But Hazard was in good shape today. With a flick of his right foot and a twist of his waist to the right, Fran was staggered.

Seeing that Hazard has broken through Forlan, Jimenez can only give up and retreat and fill in for his teammates.

But he just ran two steps towards Hazard, and the ball king passed a curve ball with the outside of his right foot!

Jimenez stretched his neck subconsciously, but he couldn't touch the ball at all!
He could only turn his head, and from the corner of his eye, he saw a black figure jumping up in front of the goal and smashing the football into the goal!
"A goal has been scored! 2:0!"

Zhan Jun's voice suddenly increased:
"In less than a minute in the second half, Chelsea scored a goal! With a second pass from Hazard, Li Polo used his best header to expand the score again!"

Zhang Lu, who just came back from the bathroom, didn't even sit still.

He quickly put on his reading glasses and stared at the playback screen carefully:

"Hazard's pass is really wonderful! He first cleverly swayed Juanfran away, and then lured Jimenez to attack, leaving the defensive force in front of the goal further empty. As for Li Polo's header ...Instead, it is a matter of course!"

Zhan Jun laughed:
"Zhang Zhi is right. In a one-on-one situation, if Li Polo fails to score this goal, I'm afraid Conte will directly scold him!"
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Conte did not curse, he was still celebrating warmly with his assistants.

It was Simeone of the home team who cursed.

This Argentine "handsome man" was about to appreciate the high morale of the players and complete the reversal under his encouragement, but now he could only kick the mineral water bottle away!

[I encouraged them just now, but lost the ball after only playing for less than half a minute? 】

[I asked you to slap Li Polo in the face, why did he slap him instead? 】

[Negative emotions from Simeone, +444! 】

(End of this chapter)