Football's Number One Madman

Chapter 515 How did you break the defense?

This chapter may not be very respectful of religion.
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February 2, at 25:2 p.m. sharp.

"Dream Theater" Old Trafford is sunny.

Although the temperature is still around zero.

"This damn place! It's going to be March soon, why is it still so cold!"

Conte, who was wearing a turtleneck sweater and down jacket, muttered something, bowed his head and walked out of the visiting team's locker room, preparing to lead his assistant and seven substitute players to the bench.

The starting 11 players, under the leadership of vice-captain Azpilicueta, stayed in a row in the channel, ready to play at any time.

As I said before, the player passage at Old Trafford is very narrow, and there is no wall between the home and away teams. The two sides stand side by side, only one meter apart, and you can even hear each other breathing.

For the home team Manchester United, captain Valencia leads, goalkeeper De Gea, the other three defenders are Lindelof, Smalling, Ashley Young, Matic, McTominay, Pogba in midfield Composed, the striker trident is Martial, Lukaku, and Sanchez who was transferred in winter.

For Chelsea, compared with the UEFA Champions League game in midweek, a total of three positions have been adjusted. Cahill and Cesc Fabregas took turns. At the same time, Golovin, Moses, and Christensen got the chance to start. They are all gearing up and preparing to fight on Manchester United's territory!
Mourinho was standing beside Valencia, exhorting something to the team captain.

Suddenly he noticed that the coach of the visiting team appeared in front of him at some point, and even offered to extend his right hand to him.

[Kong Er's fool, don't you hate me so much? 】

[You actually took the initiative to shake hands with me? 】

The opponent took the initiative to show his favor. Of course, Mourinho had to maintain his demeanor, reached out to hold the opponent, and then patted Conte's shoulder with his left hand.

Then, he heard a broken English:

"Now... you can smile more."

Mourinho froze for a moment, then immediately reacted:
【Didn't he mean that...after the game started, I couldn't laugh anymore? 】

A cloud of anger immediately burned in his chest.

He released Conte's right hand and turned to his disciples.

He patted Valencia on the shoulder, gritted his teeth and said:
"Kill them for me!"
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"Comfortable."

Conte walked out of the player tunnel and couldn't help grinning.

Last season, although he led the team to win the league championship, he has been firmly suppressed by Mourinho in the battle of public opinion. Even many staff members in Chelsea believe that he is standing on Mourinho's shoulders , to achieve such a result.

By this season, Manchester United only stayed at the top of the standings for 8 rounds, and then fell all the way to third place. Now, it has completely lost the possibility of hitting the championship.

On the other hand, Chelsea is firmly seated at the top of the list. How can such a sharp contrast not make Mourinho secretly jealous?

Competitive sports, food is the original sin.When the point difference between Manchester United and Chelsea has expanded to 23 points today, Mourinho can only make people laugh when he says "Conte is enjoying the benefits I left behind"!

Although Conte did not look back, he could still feel it.

The Portuguese who calls himself the "Godfather of the Blue Army" must be furious at this moment!

[Come on, if you can be completely irritated, the defensive counterattack you are good at will not be impeccable! 】
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Conte still underestimated his opponent.

Despite his anger, Mourinho repeatedly told Valencia and Pogba:

"The first task is to stabilize the defense line, don't fight against them!"

"Be patient, especially strangle the pass line for Lee Polo from the midfielder. If he tends to take the ball, destroy it immediately!"

He had wanted to add:
"If possible, I allow you to provoke him with words or small actions, so as to irritate him, and then be sent off by the referee!"

But Mourinho only thought for a second before denying this tactic.

Against Li Polo, Lindelof and Smalling, as well as midfielder Matic, and the 21-year-old teenager McTominay, these four big men are almost dull gourds who are not good at words. , Tie them together, it's no match for Li Polo's half-open mouth!
We can only... pin our hopes on Pogba, the core of the midfield!
Mourinho was about to have a private conversation with Pogba, when he saw Li Polo standing beside the French genius, and glanced at his hair in surprise:
"Yo, didn't you have a special hairstyle today?"

Pogba rolled his eyes and said nothing.

Of course he knew what the guy on the other side wanted to do, he just used the hairstyle to ridicule himself for not being professional enough.

He had predicted Li Poluo's thoughts a long time ago, so today he specially kept the simplest hairstyle...

But Lee Polo did not let him go:

"You don't think you can beat me if you focus on football instead of hairdos?"

Lee Polo laughed:
"It's useless, the gap between you and me is even bigger than the gap between you and a pig!"

[Negative sentiment from Paul Pogba, +999! 】

Pogba couldn't help but hit Li Polo on the chin with a bottom-up Lushan Shenglongba!
Li Poluo, who was caught off guard, was directly beaten back three steps by him, and he was in a daze!
【What did I say?Can he break through the defense directly? 】

[Isn't this a very common way of provocation? 】

Pogba grabbed him by the neck and pressed him against the wall, bloodshot eyes even appeared in his eyes:
"I am going to kill you!"

He... is a not very devout Christian!

Lee Polo publicly insulted his own beliefs, how could this be tolerated?
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"What is he doing?!"

Mourinho, who witnessed this scene with his own eyes, suddenly buzzed in his head.

The midfielder he wanted to put his high hopes on, actually hit someone directly in front of everyone!

No matter what provocative remarks Li Polo made, this will not be an excuse for Pogba to do something!

Sure enough, the on-duty referee Atkinson appeared at the scene of the incident at the first time. He did not show any mercy and directly showed the troublesome Pogba a red card!

Then he asked:
"You can explain now."

After seeing the red card, reason returned to Pogba's brain.

He let go of his right hand and said bitterly:

"He insulted my religion!"

Li Poluo held his chin and shook his head with difficulty:

"No, I don't. Although I am an atheist, I have always maintained the most basic respect for God or the Virgin Mary."

Pogba's right fist couldn't help pinching again:

"I'm a Muslim! Not a Christian on a horse!"

Li Bo Luo was stunned for a moment:
"Sorry, it doesn't make a difference to me. I don't think my conversation with you has anything to do with religion."

"And... you seem to have insulted Christian just now."

Many players, including Atkinson, looked at Pogba strangely.

After all, although France has fallen into the green in an all-round way, in England, God, the old man, is still the true God.

Boba, who accidentally made a slip of the tongue, suddenly changed from a "victim" to a target...

His arrogance was completely extinguished by Li Poluo!

Li Poluo did not take advantage of his illness to kill him, but took the initiative to end this boring dispute:

"We're football players, not contestants at a religious debate, ok?"

Then he pointed outside:

"Now, you can go to rest on the stage."

Looking at his innocent appearance, Pogba couldn't help but gnawed his back molars!
【You little yellow-skinned monkey, why are you showing off your might in front of me! 】

【You Asians are the eternal descendants of our black people! 】

[Negative emotions from Pogba, +1234! 】

(End of this chapter)