Football's Number One Madman

Chapter 484 Mr. Shinco Golden Ball?Public Enemy!
(This should be chapter 115)
"The Melo era has come to an end? Mr. Xinke Jinqiu's domineering declaration!"

"In 2017, he blasted 140 goals! He threw Messi [-] blocks!"

"Lee Polo monopolizes 86% of the votes! The most suspenseful Golden Globe Award in history!"

"The era of the Blue Army kicked off, and Abu was so happy from ear to ear!"

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When Lee Polo returned to London on Abramovich's private plane, the entire football world had already become a mess.

"You are such a topical character!"

Abu laughed while smoking a cigar.

Looking at the smoke curling up from his mouth, Li Polo subconsciously tilted his head back.

Abu noticed his expression, and the rich boss immediately pressed the Cuban cigar he had just smoked into the ashtray:
"Sorry, forgot you don't like the smell."

Li Poluo certainly saw his actions in his eyes:

"Thank you, Roman."

One good thing about Abramovich is that he is very approachable.

As long as you have the strength, you can appear in his box at any time to have a drink and chat with him!
Abu put away the cigar box, raised the goblet and shook it gently:

"Congratulations again. But... the Ballon d'Or, strictly speaking, the Valencia Club deserves more credit, right?"

Li Poluo smiled:

"Indeed. But... by this time next year, I will have a Ballon d'Or that is 100% Chelsea."

Abu took a sip of his wine and nodded with satisfaction:

"So I have always admired your confidence and courage. The atmosphere in the team should be pretty good recently, right?"

He seemed to just ask casually, but Li Polo immediately understood.

Abramovich's control over the locker room is actually more reliable than he imagined.

He must have a set of channels of his own!

Of course Lee Polo could report to his boss, but he didn’t disclose anything, but responded lightly:
"The atmosphere in the team is good and everything is going in the right way."

Abramovich did not break down his answer, but raised his glass for the second time:
"If you have any questions, you can come to me."

Li Poluo raised his glass and touched him lightly:
"My biggest question is whether the club can afford my goal bonus."

Abu laughed loudly and drank the fine wine in his glass.
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May 12st, morning.

Li Poluo came to the office building of Chelsea Club with the Golden Globe Award.

It's not that he wants to show off in front of the coaches and teammates, but... the club needs a publicity campaign.

After all, although most of the credit should be attributed to Valencia, he is still the first Mr. Ballon d'Or to win this award while playing for the team since the establishment of the Chelsea club!
Since Conte has already led the team to the away game to prepare for the 16th round, Chelsea's official TV station only conducted a short interview with Lee Polo, plus the video clips filmed in advance, after editing, it was broadcast on its own network TV station. Launched, it was liked and forwarded hundreds of thousands of times in just one hour.

Chelsea general manager Marina also sent him a message:

"Since the Ballon d'Or clause has been activated, the club will pay an additional £7m bonus within seven working days."

And agent Alan Barnett jumped up and down with excitement:

"The 26 sponsored brands on your body have to pay extra for the Golden Globe Awards! Based on an average of 200 million for a brand, you can earn at least 5000 million this time!"

Li Poluo glanced at him:
"As I said long ago, you will never lose a penny."

As managers, they will get a share of every bonus in Lee Polo's income!

Allen smiled, raised his wrist and glanced at the time:
"I'll treat you to lunch, and then let's go to the away game together!"
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For this big meal, Li Poluo slaughtered Allen a little, but he didn't care at all as he was about to receive nearly [-] million share.

It was already 1:[-] pm when Lee Polo arrived at the London Olympic Stadium, the home of West Ham United.

Although the temperature in the city of London in December is still between 12 and 5 degrees, it feels chilly to the bone, especially...the sky is still covered with snowflakes today.

"Aren't you cold, Alan?"

Glancing at the manager who was only wearing a suit, Lee Polo was a little surprised at his ability to withstand the cold.

Allen, who was fiery in his heart, shook his head indifferently:

"How can such a little snowflake stop my enthusiasm for cheering for Chelsea?"

After revealing his identity as a player of the visiting team, Lee Polo entered the stadium smoothly.

Since it was halftime, it was not uncommon for fans to come and go.

Li Poluo noticed that many fans wearing Hammer scarves all looked happy, and some were singing their own team anthem loudly.

After entering the stadium, he immediately looked up at the big screen:

West Ham United 1:0 Chelsea.

"How did this happen?"

He sat down on the bench.

Remy immediately came up:

"In the sixth minute of the game, Arnautovic scored the goal."

Li Poluo raised his chin slightly:
"More details?"

Remy opened his little book:
"It was Christensen who marked him. Arnautovic and Lancini hit the wall to cooperate, and Christensen relaxed his defense and let him enter our penalty area..."

Lee Polo shrugged his shoulders:

"This kid... has started too many times recently, is he relaxed?"

Remy didn't have much opinion, because he knew in his heart that even if Christensen was replaced, it would not be him who replaced him...

After all, I am a striker!
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A few minutes later, the second half changed sides and fought again.

Seeing Li Polo appearing on the bench, Conte was obviously taken aback.

"Congratulations again!"

Although he came over to hug Mr. Xinke Jinqiu at the first time, everyone could see that his complexion was not good-looking.

Facing the relegation team in the away game, they played 0:1 at half time. Isn't this to tell everyone:

"Without Li Polo, I, Kong Er, would never have won?"

"Last season's Premier League champions just ate Mourinho's money?"

Conte stomped his feet and yelled at Hazard:
"Strengthen my offense!"
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Azar is also very wronged.

I frantically dribbled the ball through in the first half, and even took the ball from the midfield without hesitating my physical strength, but... West Ham's defense is really tough!

He took five shots in 45 minutes, but none of them were on target.

As for his partner Batshuayi, he was completely submerged in the opponent's defensive players. The number of touches in the entire first half probably did not exceed 20 times...

Looking at Batshuayi who was like a headless chicken, Hammers coach David Moyes sneered:
"You should be honored, this is the defensive tactic I customized for Lee Polo!"

"Conte, even if you are the defending champion, you can't do anything at my home court, right?"

Moyes, who was in a good mood, subconsciously glanced at Conte not far away.

He did see Kong Er's stunned face with bitterness, but the next second, Moyes' smile froze at the corner of his mouth.

From the corner of his eye, he inadvertently glanced at the bench behind Conte.

He saw a handsome face:

[Negative sentiment from David Moyes, +48! 】

Moyes took a deep breath, put away all the lightheartedness, and yelled at the players on the field:

"Hold on! Hold on!"

His mind suddenly became a little confused, and he was a little uncertain about the tactics of the second half.

[Should we continue to defend and counterattack, or strengthen the offense and expand the score?

If he annoyed that Mr. Golden Globe, would he become angry and come off the bench?
Conte, the old silver coin, actually put Li Polo on the bench from the very beginning!
Conte, and Chelsea, are simply inhumane!
The most blood-sucking capitalists cried when they saw it!
He just attended the Golden Globe Awards ceremony, can't he be given a day off? 】
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"Moyes does have something. Although the Hammers are in a state of relegation, Moyes has won four of the last five home games against the defending champions, three of which were against the Italian coach. Ancelotti, Mancini, Ranieri. Will Conte be the fourth?"

As the game entered the last half hour, England's commentator Lineker couldn't help but look forward to it.

Sitting opposite him is Manchester City star Ian Wright, who is looking forward to it more than Lineker:
"Although Moyes has coached Manchester United, at this moment, I am his supporter!"

The resident guest Carragher had no choice but to shrug his shoulders:

"In order to make the Premier League more suspenseful this year, I also hope that West Ham United can stop Chelsea's winning streak!"

But before they finished speaking, Conte on the sidelines made substitution adjustments.

"..."

There was a sudden silence in the studio.

But a few seconds later, Lineker breathed a sigh of relief:

"Alonso and Azpilicueta, who performed poorly in this game, were replaced by Clichito and Willian. Conte adjusted the two wing backs at the same time. It seems that he is preparing to strengthen the attack on the side... ..."

William, who had just appeared on the field, used a sharp breakthrough to tear a gap in the middle of the Hammer Gang, and then shot furiously from the right side of the penalty area!

It's a pity that the turf was obviously slippery under the snowflakes all over the sky. When William shot, his foot slipped, and this shot went straight into the blue sky!

"Nice shot! Brazilian monkey!"

"You are our No.4 central defender!"

The home fans booed recklessly.

William, who was proud of his breakthrough just now, suddenly blushed.

Wright grinned:

"This snowstorm is simply a godsend opportunity! Hazard, Willian, Pedro and other dribblers can only play 70% of their strength!"

Carragher asked seriously:
"Are you sure this snow...is only good for West Ham?"

Wright froze for a moment:
"What do you mean?"

Carragher folded his hands on his chest and leaned back slightly:
"No matter how heavy the snow falls, will it not affect the header?"

Wright's face darkened.

This was what he was most worried about!
In the 66th minute, Hazard and Batshuayi also hit the wall to cooperate. There was still some tacit understanding between the two Belgian teammates, but the final shot of the ball king was also not accurate, and the football slid out of the post. .

Three minutes later, William was tripped during a breakthrough, and Fabregas' free kick finally shot within the goal range, allowing Chelsea to achieve 3 shots on goal in the entire game...

"15 shots, 1 on target..."

Lineker looked at the data on the screen, but didn't dare to let out a gloating laugh.

Because...he had already seen that someone on Chelsea's bench took off their heavy down jacket and put on a substitute's yellow vest!
Wright's lips quivered:
"Conte... seems to have no intention of letting him play!"

"Is he volunteering?"

Carragher couldn't help but feel dissatisfied with Conte:
"Antonio, if you are still the head coach of Chelsea, you should prevent him from playing!"

"When we are playing football, the head coach is the supreme presence in the locker room! Even a legendary captain like Gerrard dare not change the head coach's tactical intention!"

"Antonio, press Li Polo to death on the bench!"

"The whole Premier League supports you!"

Over the London Olympic Stadium, there was a burst of shrill boos!

Hearing the boos all over the venue, Li Polo only felt shivering and cold!

[I just won the Golden Globe on behalf of England, why are you treating me like this?
You only have the interests of West Ham United in your eyes, but not our British Empire?
Tear up your account book!You don't deserve to be British! 】

【Then let me wake you up completely!Teach you how to be patriotic correctly! 】

(End of this chapter)