Football's Number One Madman

Chapter 430 Kick his nose!

"Wuhu!"

Zhan Jun let out a strange cry:

"Lee Polo completed a super long-range header! 4:0!"

Zhang Lu was also amazed:

"This header... is farther than Van Persie's diving header in the World Cup!"

Before he finished speaking, the broadcaster gave the data:

The position of Lee Polo's jumping header is 24.8 meters away from the goal!
When Van Persie headed the ball in 2014, half of his foot had already stepped into the penalty area, which was only 16 meters at most!
The two sides are not at the same level at all! -
[Negative emotions from Oblak, +567! 】

The goalkeeper of Atletico Madrid knelt on the top of the arc of the penalty area, which happened to be an excellent background board for Li Poluo.

The god of war in blue jumping into the sky and the goalkeeper kneeling in despair are destined to become a "classic painting" in Lee Polo's career.

And another goalkeeper, Courtois, rushed towards Li Polo with Luiz, ready to celebrate this ultra-long-distance header.

"Hahaha!"

Courtois confirmed to Luiz as he ran:
"Is this my wonderful assist?"

Louis, who gave the opponent a penalty kick, was very grateful to the goalkeeper at the moment, and nodded after hearing it:

"Must! If the club dares to deduct your assist bonus, I'll turn Abu's head off! Eh? Where's Bo Luo?"

They glanced at the goal of the home team, and there was only one Oblak covering his face and sighing, while Li Polo, who scored four goals in a row, had already arrived at the bench of Atletico Madrid!
Li Polo, who just sprinted 60 meters, now sprinted another 30 meters, and performed an incomparably silky super long-distance slide on the court!

He didn't dare to slip out of the turf, because it would definitely grind his knees...

Then... He stopped only 5 meters away from Simeone, raised his hands flat, with his index and middle fingers stretched out, as if he was holding a Maxim submachine gun, and fired wildly at Atletico Madrid's coaching bench and bench!

"Da da, da da da da!"

Simeone, who was already annoyed at losing the ball again, suddenly saw his eyes crack!

[Negative emotions from Simeone, +1748! 】

[Fans of the Calderon Stadium, +45886! 】

[National Atletico fans, +423886! 】

Seeing the negative emotions frantically rushing towards him, Li Polo finally nodded in satisfaction.

[That's right!This is the Atletico Madrid fans who dare to love and hate! 】

When Li Poluo was rejoicing for more than 40 experience points, he did not expect that the crisis would befall him in the next second.

"Too deceiving!"

Finally, Simeone couldn't control his emotions, and in a rage, he kicked the mineral water bottle on the ground towards Li Polo!

Li Poluo, who was still immersed in harvesting experience, was directly hit in the face by this bottle of water!

He lost his center of gravity... the whole person couldn't help but leaned back, and fell to the ground stiffly!
Feeling the heat gushing out of his nasal cavity, Li Boluo cursed angrily:
[Made, this pretense failed! 】

[Simone, if you dare to kick me with a bottle of water, I will tear you apart today! 】

While wiping his nosebleeds, he jumped up from the ground and was about to send the unethical Atletico Madrid coach to the Madrid cemetery, when he saw all the referee team rushing up.

Without saying a word, Irati, the main course, showed a red card to Simeone!

"Dangerous violent action!"

Seeing Li Poluo with blood on his face, Simeone took a step back immediately.

After seeing the referee's red card, he calmed down, glared at Li Boluo viciously, and walked up to the stands angrily.

But he still heard a murderous voice behind him:

"You should be glad that the referee sent you off immediately!"

Simeone snorted, raised his shiny back head in disdain:

【how?Can you still come and beat me on stage? 】

Looking at the gradually receding figure, Li Poluo withdrew his gaze.

[Atletico Madrid lacks their head coach, and the last 20 minutes can only be slaughtered by me! 】

[Challenge 20 balls in 6 minutes! 】

[Let Simeone applaud me in the stands! 】

The ambitious Lee Polo was clenching his fists and preparing to do something big, but he saw Irati also showed himself a yellow card.

Then... the referee took out the red card he had just given to Simeone...

Two yellows turn one red!
【? ? ? 】

Li Boluo was stunned:

"Referee! I didn't do anything!"

"Referee! Look at my nosebleed! I'm the victim!"

Irati didn't look at the blood on his hands, and pointed resolutely to the sidelines:

"I warned you not to provoke the home team too much!"

"Your celebration is too much!"
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"what?"

Zhan Jun, who was thousands of miles away, first let out an exclamation, and then shook his head with a wry smile:
"This yellow card is not surprising at all. Li Polo has provoked Simeone many times in this game. The celebration just now poured fire into the frying pan..."

Zhang Lu pushed the reading glasses:
"It's still too young and energetic! This red card...is not worth it!"

Zhan Jun is also worried:
"Two yellows and one red, he will definitely miss the next round of the home game against Roma. After that, we have to see if UEFA will impose additional penalties. If there is still a suspension, the impact will be great!"

He paused for a while, and comforted the fans again:
"Fortunately, Chelsea itself is strong. Even if Li Polo misses a few games, they won't be eliminated from the group, right?"

He glanced at the booed Calderon Stadium, and Atletico Madrid players with fierce faces, and swallowed silently:

【maybe? 】
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"Get off! You butcher!"

"Murderer! Go and apologize to Godin!"

"You are not welcome in Calderon! You are not welcome in Madrid! You are not welcome in Spain!"

……

In the end, Lee Polo failed to convince Irati. He could only walk off the field step by step under the watchful eyes of several referees.

Conte, who was standing on the sidelines, sighed and regained his composure from the ecstasy he had just scored.

He immediately greeted Li Polo, stretched out his hand and patted the player's back:
"It's okay, I support you!"

He didn't get a response from the players, but instead felt that what he embraced in his arms was a steaming but lifeless corpse!
"Hey, boy!"

He couldn't help shaking Lee Polo's shoulders, trying to persuade him to cheer up and not lose confidence just because of a red card:
"It's really okay...huh?"

Before he finished comforting him, he was pushed away by Li Poluo.

I saw this No. 1 player striding up to the stands, and then... walked in another direction!
Conte froze for a moment, then looked in the direction Li Polo was heading.

About 50 meters away, just found an exclusive seat in the stands... Atletico Madrid coach, Diego Simeone!
The broadcast camera was aimed at this stand almost immediately!
The front-line director, who doesn't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement, can't wait for Li Polo to immediately swing his iron fist and beat Simeone to death at the Calderon Stadium!
Although this kind of thing is very bloody and cruel to say, and it will definitely be strongly condemned, and it will even ruin Lee Polo's career, but...as a media practitioner, who would not want to experience a big excitement for himself?
Zhan Jun, who was thousands of miles away, felt the smell of gunpowder:

"Li Polo... seems to be looking for Simeone?"

"Could it be...he wants to continue the grievances just now?"

Zhang Lu was dumbfounded:

"This, this, this... this has to be controlled!"
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"Dude, calm down!"

Remy was the first to react.

The French striker strode over the low barrier between the bench and the audience, holding him down.

Fabregas, Batshuayi and Mount joined the battle group as the second echelon.

Four teammates held him tightly, preventing him from going any further to the area where the home fans were.

The security personnel all over the stands were also moved at this time, and the cross was between the two of them.

"What are you stopping me for?"

Li Polo looked innocently at those burly and hostile Atletico Madrid security guards, and his momentum did not drop at all:

"I just want to hear an apology from Mr. Simeone!"

"He kicked my nose, didn't he even apologize?"

"Is he still a man?"

Simeone, who was 50 meters away, was blown out of his lungs!

[It's you bastard who not only killed my team captain in my home court, but also killed a lot without talking about martial arts! 】

[Now it's biting me instead! 】

[I want to appeal to UEFA to disqualify you from this year's Ballon d'Or!Even get you banned for life! 】

[Negative sentiment from Diego Simeone, +4444! 】

(End of this chapter)