Football's Number One Madman

Chapter 44 You can't afford a League One team!

"I know that the two clubs have historical grievances, but you are both professional players. I hope everyone can exercise restraint and let this game go smoothly, OK?"

When the captains of the two sides came to the referee team and were about to toss a coin to pick the side, the referee Simon wanted to emphasize the discipline of the game to them.

Fuller and Levington glanced at each other, saw the other side's expression of not smiling, and then assured the referee without any psychological burden:
"Of course it's OK, Mr. Referee."

"We are all professionals!"

Simon Quandang didn't see their smirks, tossed the coin high, and then stretched out the back of his hand to catch it:
"The home team has the ball!"

"drop!"

With a whistle, the second confrontation between the old and the new Crazy Gang this season officially began! -
"You said... why do we all forget to arrange him to play the best position?"

Adrey, who was sitting on the sidelines admiring the scenery, randomly found a topic.

Cox stared at the field and answered casually:
"Is it because he wasn't playing at centre-back in the first game?"

Adrey stroked the stubble of his chin, and laughed dumbly:

"Perhaps... However, Barry clearly felt the pressure of competition when he suggested to me so directly."

Cox withdrew his gaze and showed a smile:
"However... these four guys on the field may be our strongest line of defense!"

Adrey nodded noncommittally:

"From a defensive point of view, it is true, but don't you think it is a waste of his offensive ability to only play him as a central defender?"

Cox froze for a moment:
"I really didn't think of such a thing."

Adrey looked at the field with a smile, with an unfathomable expression on his face:
"So, I am the head coach, and you can only be my assistant."

Cox opened his mouth, then stretched out his right hand, and slapped him on the back:

"You give me another try!"
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Compared with the relaxed coaching bench of the visiting team, the home team is obviously much more serious.

Coach Robinson even stood on the sidelines from the very beginning, monitoring every move of both sides with a serious face.

Although this game is just the most insignificant British Championship, because it is related to the historical disputes between the two sides, the club's top management attaches great importance to it. In addition, it was defeated by the Mad Gang before. All kinds of factors combined, Robinson had to be prepared.

Milton, who sits at home, sent a more aggressive 433:

The goalkeeper is David Martin, who comes from Liverpool's youth training base and has played for Tottenham, Leicester City and other Premier League teams. At the age of 28, he is very experienced.

The back line is exactly the same as in the last match: Captain Levington and Kai partner in the middle, while Baldock and Mike Fazin are separated on the left and right.

The three generals in the midfield are composed of Ali, Green, and Carruthers. Ali is responsible for the task of organizing and advancing, and the other two are more defensive.

The three strongest attackers are dispatched on the front line: Afobi, who scored 6 goals this season, Grieg, who scored 5 goals, and Powell, who scored 2 goals.

The three forwards have different characteristics. Afobi, who is on loan from Arsenal, is known for his speed like other Gunners youth players. Powell acts as a battering ram with his height of 187. As for Grieg, he is excellent in passing and shooting. It is the core of the trident!

The most troublesome thing about these three attackers is that their positions are not fixed, and the three will frequently cross positions to completely tear apart the opponent's defense!
Regarding his formation, Robinson was quite confident, especially after glancing at the opponent's defense, he even wanted to laugh.

Needless to say, Wimbledon's goalkeeper, the main goalkeeper Shea is still in the suspension period, what's so good about a mere second goal?

Among the four defenders, three are veterans over 20 years old, while the other is a boy who has just turned 90 years old. He is a combination of old, weak, sick and disabled. How is it possible to persist for [-] minutes?

Of course, after seeing the number of the "hair boy", Robinson's smile involuntarily faded.

He remembers very clearly that two months ago, this No. 1 player came off the bench when Milton was in a good situation, and used an "extremely brutal" foul to abolish his core midfielder Ali!
After this foul, Milton's morale suffered a major blow and he lost the entire game directly!
【Come on! 】

Robinson stared at Li Polo's figure with piercing eyes, and let out a confident cry in his heart:

[Last time, we didn't know anything about you, so you took advantage of us.

In this game, you will experience for yourself that you can't afford to mess with a League One team!

In front of Milton Keynes, you Wimbledon are nothing more than...]

Before the end of his inner monologue, he stopped abruptly.

Ali, who was advancing with the ball, was surrounded by the midfielder at the top of the penalty area before he met Li Polo, but he found a passing route in the crowd, and unexpectedly distributed it to the right-winger The full-back, Baldock only adjusted for half a second and made a decisive cross!
Powell, who is 1.8 meters [-], got stuck in the position immediately, but just as he bent his legs and was about to take off to compete for the top, he felt a huge pressure from his back, forcing himself to be unable to stretch his body at all.

He could only look up, and saw a group of black shadow leaping up in the air, covering the sky!

"what!"

Lee Polo seemed to be effortless, and pushed out Baldock's cross!
[Negative sentiment from George Baldock, +1! 】

[Negative sentiment from Daniel Powell, +1! 】

[Negative emotions from Robinson, +2! 】

Robinson pursed his lips hard.

He thought back to the game two months ago.

It was this No. 1 who came off the bench, not only abolished Ali, but also scored the game-changing lore in the final stage of stoppage time!

That's a header!
[His bounce and anticipation... are definitely not at the level of a League Two player! 】
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Among the six attributes of the FIFA series, the ability to head the ball does not belong to the category of [Shooting], but is included in [Defense], and Li Polo's [Defense] is as high as 73!

Coupled with 74's [Physical], ordinary opponents basically have no way to take advantage of him, not to mention... Lee Polo exudes a vicious and powerful aura as soon as he steps on the court, which makes many opponents Subconsciously, you have to back away!
"Hello, bro."

Li Poluo patted Powell on the shoulder, with a harmless smile on his face:

"If you can grab a high-altitude ball from me in this game, I will call you Dad! I, Lee Polo, will do what I say!"

Powell didn't speak, but his eyes narrowed slightly, apparently suppressing the anger in his heart.

Li Poluo could tell what was going on in his heart without looking at his expression at all.

[Negative sentiment from Powell, +2! 】

He pouted.

[I provoked you like this, and you only contributed 2 points of experience? 】

[Another endless miss for Manchester United and Januzaj! 】

[Even your little teammate Ali is better than you! 】

(End of this chapter)