Football's Number One Madman

Chapter 447 I Didn't Want to Kick Someone!

Watford, nicknamed the "Bumblebee", lingers like a stalking wasp.

Unlike most of the middle and lower reaches of the team who like to stick to the bus, their tactical style is more active and open. This can be seen from their equal number of goals and conceded goals in the first 8 rounds-both 14 goals.

Despite conceding a goal in the 12th minute, Watford did not choose a conservative tactic, but still tried to play against Chelsea.

In the 15th minute, Cesc Fabregas, who was in possession of the ball near the center circle, was pressed by Cleverly, but Fabregas did not panic at all. Huang did the splits on the spot, almost straining his own buttocks.

Then the Blues made a pass from the midfielder over the top. Pedro slanted into the penalty area from the right and shot a shot from the right side of the penalty area. Unfortunately, the force was too strong and the football slid out of the goal.

Two minutes later, this time it was Watford's attack. Ducoure and left winger Horebas used a quick two-for-one to break through Lee Polo's defense zone and burn the flames to the back of Chelsea. .

But Lee Polo chased back extremely fast, before Horebas kicked in a pass, he used a vicious tackle, making the 33-year-old football veteran lie on the billboard, unable to get up for a long time ...

The point is, Lee Polo shoveled the ball accurately, his legs were firmly attached to the ground, and his defensive movements were extremely standard. Even if Horebas broke his leg, it had nothing to do with him!

[Negative emotions from Horebass, +55! 】
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In the 24th minute, Fabregas made a long pass to find Hazard, but was cleared by the opponent's defender in time. Watford got a chance to counterattack.

Cahill, Luiz, and Rudiger's defenses were complete, and Alonso and Azpilicueta on the two wings also retreated synchronously. Ni and Pereira have not yet achieved the strength of three or five.

Therefore, Lee Polo did not accelerate the retreat, but maintained a constant speed, stuck between Dukulei and Cleverly.

Cleverley suddenly changed direction and slanted towards the left rib of the penalty area, as if he was about to catch the ball and shoot in the next second.

Li Poluo didn't hesitate, and immediately stepped forward to catch up, but just as he left his position, the football appeared at Dukulei's feet!

Fabregas didn't return to the defense at all, and there was no one around Ducure!
The core midfielder of the visiting team took the ball lightly and set his bow and arrow at the top of the arc in the penalty area!
"Yo!"

As soon as he swung his right leg, he heard a whistle ringing in his ears, and then a blue afterimage flashed across the turf, shoveling the ball before he could shoot!
"1"!
Dukulei, who was one step late, had no choice but to kick Li Polo's thigh!
He used all his strength in this explosive kick. Even Li Polo, who weighs 78kg, was kicked by him and rolled twice before stopping...

"Shh!!!"

There were boos in the stands at Stamford Bridge, and the referee Paul Tierney immediately stopped the game and hurried to the top of the penalty area.

Dukure, who failed to kick the football, retracted his right leg with a grin, and then turned to the referee to explain:
"Ugh... I didn't hold my foot, but I definitely didn't mean to kick him! He's so fast!"

——Heaven and earth testify, he definitely wants to shoot goals more than kick people!

Tierney nodded slightly, and didn't doubt his explanation. It's just that Li Polo was kicked too badly. As a referee, he must confirm the safety of the players:
"how do you feel?"

"Do you need medical personnel to come in?"

Behind Conte, medical director Paco Vioscar is ready to rush into the field with his team.

But before they got out of the bench, Li Poluo was already struggling to get up from the ground.

"fine……"

Both Conte and Bioscar were relieved to see that Lee Polo appeared to be intact.

Tierney stretched out his left hand and waved it in front of his eyes:
"Are you all right?"

"Fortunately, no one can die."

Li Polo nodded, and rubbed his thigh kicked by Du Kure, there was already an obvious bruise:

[This guy is really ruthless! 】

[If I hadn't developed a second cheat, would this kick break my bones? 】

After observing his appearance, Tierney also breathed a sigh of relief, put the whistle in his mouth, and prepared to resume the game.

But Du Kure, who was standing aside, stopped him suddenly:

"Referee, wait a minute!"

He staggered and took a step, then frowned suddenly:

"My right foot... seems to be injured!"

It was fine if he didn't leave, but as soon as he left, he immediately felt a piercing pain spread all over his body, and in just three seconds, he broke out in a cold sweat!
"..."

Tierney watched the French midfielder sit down on the turf, his cheek muscles couldn't help shaking.

【Hey, you're the one who kicked people, okay? 】

But as the referee, he did not delay the time, but quickly hooked his hand toward the sidelines, signaling the visiting team's medical staff to enter the field as soon as possible.

After seeing this scene, the boos in the stands suddenly became louder:
"This guy... is definitely a fraud!"

"It's only been 25 minutes, why is he stalling for time?"

The Watford coach on the sidelines, the Portuguese Marco Silva, had a bad feeling.

While letting the substitute players off the court to warm up, he muttered:
"As soon as I saw that guy kicking the midfielder, I knew it was impossible to get out of this game!"

Then he was tens of meters away, and saw Dukulei's right ankle rapidly swelled into a ball, and had to be carried on a stretcher by the team doctor...

"Mad, you're out of luck!"

The young head coach could only put his hands on his hips and shook his head helplessly:

"Change people!"

[Negative sentiment from Marco Silva, +166! 】

Compared with the head coach, the victim Dukure wants to cry but has no tears!

[I didn't want to kick anyone at all! 】

[I just wanted to take a violent shot, why did I get hurt? 】

[Take a step back and say, if this kick cripples Li Polo, the injury will be worth it! 】

[However, my right foot was swollen like a pig's trotter, but Li Polo was still alive and well, not a single hair was injured! 】

[Dukore, +555! 】
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Relying on his rough-skinned body to "injure" the opponent's midfielder, Lee Polo has no sympathy in his heart, but is a little scared:
【Made, it's a good thing he only kicked on the outside of the thigh. If I move it between the two legs, I'll be crippled! 】

[I've only been married for half a month! 】

【If you dare to kick me, I will make you pay the price! 】

He looked at Dukulei whose ankle had turned into a pig's trotter, and pondered for three seconds:
[It's not easy for everyone, let's forget it this time! 】

(End of this chapter)