Football's Number One Madman

Chapter 512 Now you know how to kowtow to me!

At 5 o'clock in the morning, I sent my old master to the emergency room, ruled out myocardial infarction, suspected angina pectoris and coronary heart disease. After more than 1800 hours of pre-examination and initial treatment, I sat on the stool in the escort room and coded [-] with my mobile phone. Literally, fell asleep just now...

Life is really fragile.

So Lee Polo can't kill people.
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"Lee Polo headed consecutively, and he missed the goalkeeper! Uh...he stopped at the goal line?"

The turn of Zhan Jun's tone was obviously a little abrupt. One second before, he was full of passion, ready to appreciate a goal full of speed and strength, but the next second turned into a scene that left him speechless:

"Cillessen tackled the ball into his own goal, it was an own goal!"

Zhang Lu crooked his mouth:

"Is this... is this provocative?"

There is no doubt at all, this is 100% a provocative act.

In the live broadcast room in Spain, the commentator could not wait to curse:
"I didn't expect that this kind of unsportsmanlike behavior would appear on a top player!"

"We strongly recommend France Football Magazine and FIFA to take back the Ballon d'Or and World Player of the Year! And any glory!"

"We also strongly recommend to UEFA that such a guy who has no football skills and extremely lacks respect for opponents and the game should be severely punished!"

"Should be sent off directly and banned for life!"

"At least... one more fine!"

"Yes, yes, so we can create a miracle at Camp Nou!"

Blues fans don't think about these things, and the Stamford Bridge stadium is already roaring with cheers at this moment!
"Lee Polo!"

"Lee Polo!!!"

"Lee Polo!!!!!!!"

Under the leadership of the live Dj, the fans sang his name, and many old fans who witnessed the tragedy at Stamford Bridge couldn't help feeling excited:
"Hahaha, this game finally avenged the revenge of the year!"

"That's bloody feud, how can one game be enough? God bless us, next season, we will play Barcelona!"

"Real Madrid and Atletico Madrid must work hard. It is best for Barcelona to win the La Liga runner-up, so that we can be in the same group with them in the group stage!"

"Yes, just like Atletico Madrid this season, kicked by us to the Europa League to experience the cruelty of professional football!"

"..."

[The one on horseback! 】

[This is simply deliberately embarrassing me! 】

The referee Chakir looked very ugly.

The match between Chelsea and Barcelona is obviously the most watched matchup in the knockout round of the sixteenth round. Not only the two teams have a history of grievances that cannot be ignored, but also because of the superstars in both teams!Every player is top notch!

Among these superstars, the face-to-face confrontation between Lee Polo and Messi is the most critical factor in attracting traffic!

Out of such considerations, Chakir, who is on duty as the chief referee, often adds a little bit of different considerations when calling the two superstars. Even if their actions violate the rules slightly, they will not easily draw cards.

But now... Lee Polo's behavior is undoubtedly an open challenge to the bottom line of the referee team!
If I remain indifferent, the public opinion from Barcelona will definitely swallow me!

This game will be broadcast by at least 100 countries around the world, even if you want to turn a blind eye, it is absolutely impossible!
Without much hesitation, Chakir caught up with Li Polo decisively and showed him a yellow card!

[Even if you ran too fast just now in order to retaliate, and I almost had a heart attack, I will give you a yellow card! 】
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"Fortunately, it's not a red card!"

"This guy, why do you have to provoke the other party? If you don't provoke him, will you die in place?"

Conte on the sidelines first breathed a sigh of relief, and then couldn't help complaining.

Even contributed a wave of negative sentiment:
[Conte, +166! 】

His assistant Alessio immediately rushed to the sidelines and grabbed the nearest Alonso:
"Let him pay attention, don't step on the horse and be punished!"

The corner of Alonso's mouth twitched:
【Are you thinking too highly of me? 】

[In the eyes of that boss, I'm a fart! 】

[Can I persuade him? 】
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Alonso's worries are unnecessary.

Because Lee Polo became a lot more honest next time.

He also recalled the tragedy that Valencia was overturned by Real Madrid because of his suspension two seasons ago...

If he hadn't regained the Champions League championship in the second year, that reversal would definitely become his biggest regret in the Bat Corps!

Looking at the score on the big electronic screen, Li Poluo shook his head:
[Forget it, if there is no big four, there will be no! 】

[Wait until the Nou Camp, there will always be a chance! 】
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Although Lee Polo calmed down, Barcelona was unwilling to leave Stamford Bridge with such a score.

In the last few minutes, they also tried to launch a counterattack, trying their best to narrow the point difference and strive for more away goals, so as to retain a glimmer of hope for the second round.

"drop!"

Suarez received a yellow card in the 89th minute trying to win the ball back from Luiz.

Courtois made a short ball, and Christensen, who had just played, controlled the rhythm a little bit and passed it to Azpilicueta, the right wingback.

The captain of the Blues raised his head to observe the situation ahead, and found that Barcelona's central and frontcourts were pressing forward collectively, causing the backcourt to be obviously out of touch. Swinging his right foot was a wide-ranging long pass!
"Oops!"

Valverde's heart is beating wildly. If Chelsea can expand the score to 6:1, it will almost be a disaster for Barcelona!

His gaze swept to the front, and Li Poluo had already accelerated to start immediately!
Valverde was inexplicably shocked:

[He played for a full 90 minutes, and at one point had to retreat to participate in the defense... How come he still has so much energy? ! 】

Valverde couldn't help blurting out:

"Stop him!"

There was no need for him to shout at all, and Pique, who stayed at the end, knew what he should do.

The Barcelona defense general directly shoveled the Blue Army No. 1, who had not fully raised his speed, to the ground!
Although Lee Polo had been prepared for a long time, Pi saw through that this foul was obviously a personal emotion. Lee Polo felt a long-lost pain in his calf. He turned 270 degrees in the air, and then slammed hard near the middle circle!

【Unfortunately, I didn't kick his leg... eh? ! 】

Pique, who was lying on the ground, thought very regretfully, but the next second, when he was about to get up from the ground, he felt a sharp pain in his ankle!
【Uh? ! 】

Caught off guard, he directly knelt down in front of Li Polo!

Li Poluo turned over slowly and sat down on the ground with a big horse, and could even tease Pi Ke:
"Now you know how to kowtow to me? It's too late!"

"Want to shovel off my leg? You have to see first, are your legs strong?"

——For a defensive master, how could Lee Polo be unprepared when he knew that Pique was going to shovel?

Dou Da's sweat oozed from Pique's forehead. He only had time to raise a hand to the coaching staff on the sidelines, and the next second he rolled his eyes in pain!

[Negative sentiment from Gerard Pique, +1024! 】

[艸艸芔茻! 】

[What kind of bullshit development is this? ! 】

[Can you play the last few minutes quietly for me? ! 】

The referee Chakier rushed to the scene of the incident while complaining frantically in his heart, and showed a bright red card to the fainted Pique, and then hooked his hands at the visiting team on the sidelines:
"Just call an ambulance!"

"Did beep beep beep beep~~~"

Pique, who was sent off with a red card, was carried directly into an ambulance with flashing alarms, and was sent to the nearest hospital to the stadium immediately, while Li Polo continued to appear on the field unscathed...

Valverde covered his forehead with one hand and swallowed hard.

[If the second round cannot be reversed, then they must not be able to face Pique's sacrifice! 】

[In order to prevent Chelsea from scoring the sixth goal, we have paid too much! 】

When the stoppage time reached the third minute, Chakir was not in the mood to continue the game, and decisively blew the whistle:

"Drip~drip~drip!!!"

Chelsea won the first leg 5:1 at Stamford Bridge!
Those crazy Blues fans waved their blue scarves one after another, and cheered deafeningly towards the Barcelona coach and players who lowered their heads into the player tunnel!

Someone sang loudly:

"Let's go to Camp Nou!"

"Liberate Catalonia!"

(End of this chapter)