Football's Number One Madman

Chapter 485 Really You Just Be Human!
"Let me play, coach!"

Looking at Li Polo who was already standing in front of him, Conte had no reason to refuse.

The team is behind 0:1, and if they fail, they will give up the top spot in the standings to Manchester City. Neither the fans nor Abramovich want to see such a situation.

Although... Such a substitution will undoubtedly seriously challenge the authority of the head coach!

But he knew better than anyone else that Lee Polo's influence in the locker room was above his own!

If Li Polo is not allowed to play, then Conte will usher in a storm of public opinion beyond imagination!
He could only nod his head:
"You only have 10 minutes, I will let everyone pass the ball to you!"

Li Poluo smiled politely, turned his head and began to warm up.

[Need you tell those teammates to pass the ball to me? 】

[No need! 】
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"Lee Polo... start warming up!"

Ian Wright finally saw what he least wanted to see.

Carragher hugged the back of his head and sighed:
"Between victory and dignity, Conte still gave up his dignity."

"Chelsea may win, but Conte loses!"

Lineker glanced at him:
"I didn't expect that Carragher, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, would be a master of locker room conspiracy theories!"

"Could it be that you went through a lot of similar stories during your time at Liverpool?"

Carragher immediately denied it:
"You are spreading rumors and slandering! We, Liverpool, have always been the most united club in the Premier League!"
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"Steady your ground! Don't attack lightly, control the ball!"

Seeing Lee Polo who had already started to warm up, Moyes immediately conveyed his strategic intentions to the players.

【drag! 】

It is now the 78th minute of the game, and they must try to delay the substitution time as much as possible!

As long as there is no chance of dead ball, that Mr. Golden Ball can't play!
It's best... directly to the stoppage time period! -
Seeing the West Ham United players frantically swaying in the midfield, Lee Polo, who had been warming up for 3 minutes, felt nothing at all, and even wanted to laugh.

He wasn't in a hurry at all, instead he took advantage of this time and came up with a nice little idea.

So, while jogging in small steps, he returned to the bench.

Conte frowned slightly, but didn't say anything.

The Hammers supporters in the stands were overjoyed:

"This guy... gave up on the stage?!"

At this moment, even the broadcast camera temporarily left the arena and turned to focus on Li Polo who was sitting on the bench...

Then, they saw that Li Poluo unzipped the travel bag he was carrying...

He took out a golden spherical object from his bag.

"Oh! This is the Golden Globe?!"

Remy, who was close to the water, quickly caught the trophy for him, and carefully kissed it, showing his doggy appearance.

Lee Polo put down his travel bag, took the trophy back to himself, and walked out of the bench again.

The London Olympic Stadium, which can accommodate [-] spectators, was silent at this moment.

Everyone looked at him fixedly, ready to "appreciate" his performance.

In the next second, facing the main stand where the fans of the Hammers were most concentrated, Li Boluo held up the Golden Globe in his hand!

[Everyone is British, come and share my joy, isn't that too much? 】
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"Mother Fu*k!"

"Da*n it!"

"Do you think this is Stamford Bridge?"

"This is our home field!"

"We are the leading side now, can you show us some respect?!"

More than 5 Hammers fans were blinded!
They swear wildly, throwing everything that can be discarded off the stands, wishing they could smash that shiny golden ball!

They don't care, this is the first Golden Ball won by a British player since Michael Owen!
All they care about is that bastard Lee Polo is running wild on our territory!
[Negative emotions from home fans, +99748! 】

[National Hammer fans, +478748! 】

Seeing the experience points crazily pouring into his mind, Li Poluo was elated!

He never thought that he would be able to gain experience points comparable to Real Madrid, Barcelona, ​​Atletico Madrid, Manchester United, and Manchester City from a relegation team!
It seems... I really underestimated those middle and lower teams!
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"You must restrain yourself!"

The fourth official and security immediately surrounded him and reminded him kindly.

Due to the loud booing in the stands, the sound collectors on the scene were even full of all kinds of swear words, so the referee Anthony Taylor had to suspend the game, and then rushed directly to the sidelines to give Lee Polo A yellow card...

Now Li Boluo was stunned:

"I haven't played yet!"

"I'm just warming up!"

"It's too cold, I just took something to train with weights, is this against the law?"

Even though he was eloquent, Anthony Taylor just watched with cold eyes, and then shook the red card in his hand:
"Do you want to do it again?"

Suddenly there was a tsunami in the sky above the stadium:
"Give him a red card!"

"Give him a red card!"

"Let him develop a long memory! Let's see if he dares to be arrogant!"

"Dear Anthony! I'll put my wife to sleep with you!"

"Anthony, as long as you send him off the field, you will be the No. 1 whistle in the history of the Premier League!"

Listening to the unbearable shouts from the stands, Taylor couldn't help turning blue:
"If it's not for the sake of winning honor for British football, but for provoking away fans, the FA can ban you!"

"Just be a human being!"

"As long as you maintain the current state, you can become an existence beyond Pele and Maradona!"

The chief referee's earnest words finally moved Li Polo. He lowered his head, sighed, and nodded:

"Okay, I accept your advice."

Remy ran over quickly, took the golden ball carefully, and did not forget to send his encouragement:
"Brother Polo, kill them!"

Moyes quit, reaching out to stop the referee:
"This kind of unprofessional player, why don't you send him off!"

Taylor saw through his intentions at a glance, so he put the watch on his wrist in front of him:
"It's the 83rd minute. Even if you drag it on, you can't stop him from playing, right?"
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When the scolding on the court gradually subsided, Li Polo finally came off the bench in the 84th minute.

The mediocre Batshuayi lowered his head in shame, and completed the substitution with him at the speed of a [-]-meter sprint.

"Fortunately, the time left for him will not exceed 10 minutes at most!"

Ian Wright swallowed:
"West Ham United's defense is still very tough, Manchester City also suffered a lot last week!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Li Polo give Fabregas a gesture, and the latter would send a through ball knowingly. On the central defender Obonna!

Obonna stretched out his left foot reflexively to block!

But he didn't play football at all, instead he hooked Lee Polo!
Lee Polo, who had just played for 1 minute, fell to the ground!

Anthony Taylor pursed his lips, shook his head slightly and ran over.

[This guy... still doesn't behave like a human being! 】

[Although Obonna's foul this time is very obvious, what's even more obvious is that...it was all done on purpose by him! 】

As the referee, Taylor can only enforce the law impartially.

He showed Obonna, who had already received a yellow card in the first half, a second yellow card and expelled him!
The core general of West Ham United's defense left the field with a red card in the 85th minute!

Plus 1 penalty kick! -
"Eden, if you miss this penalty, I might kill you!"

Lee Polo, who exited the penalty area, threw a harsh word at Hazard, the team's top penalty shooter.

Encouraged, the ball king swallowed his saliva, and almost pierced the net with a burst shot!

1: 1!

Hazard, who was out of danger, slid and knelt, ready to celebrate, but found that all his teammates ran back in the opposite direction...

The nearest Pedro pulled him up from the ground:

"You're celebrating a J*b now!"

Hazard woke up like a dream, sneaked a glance at Li Polo, and saw a pair of cold eyes!
Zhaqiu Wang couldn't help shivering:
"Winter in London is really cold!"
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Chelsea, who gave up the celebration, was obviously unwilling to accept a draw.

In the last few minutes, they launched a tidal offensive, and West Ham United, which lacked a main central defender, could only stick to the penalty area.

But the Blue Lion with Li Poluo still managed to fight its way through the crowd.

In the 88th minute, Cesc Fabregas took a corner kick, Li Polo made a feint and then made the point, leaving the main attack point to Cahill and Christensen who made the point.

Compared with the old captain whose physical fitness has bottomed out, the young Christensen obviously has an advantage. He successfully grabbed a pass from Xiaofa, but he was too straight and was blocked by goalkeeper Joe Hart!
Joe Hart was almost suffocating!
His mind was blank just now, and he was able to save the football purely because the quality of Christensen's header was too low!

Hart, who was still in shock, hadn't gotten up from the ground when he saw a blue figure jumping high in front of the small restricted area!

Facing a few snowflakes, Hart's face was full of despair.

He saw his teammates from the national team and launched a fierce attack towards the goal he was guarding!

Lee Polo shoots with a header while flying into the air!

"Whoosh!"

2: 1!

"Do not!!!!"

Moyes on the sidelines almost fell to his knees.

The three points that I thought could be secured...now I don't have a single point!
His team led the whole game, but conceded two goals in the last 5 minutes!
His winning streak against the Italian coach ends here!

[Negative sentiment from David Moyes, +484! 】

[Home fans, +100478! 】

[National Hammer fans, +748748! 】

There is nothing more desperate than such ups and downs!
(End of this chapter)