Football's Number One Madman

"Get up, Valencia!
Long live Valencia!
She is the best!

Rise up, Valencia!
Long live Valencia!"

September 4, evening.

The team song of the Bat Legion echoed over the Mestalla Stadium.

Standing in the player tunnel, Lee Polo couldn't help but miss this feeling.

The team a few steps away gave him a feeling of familiarity and strangeness.

Captain Parejo was still there, and Domenech finally got rid of Alves and became the first goalkeeper.

Van Dijk, Bernat, Rodrigo, Feguli, Mina, the badass Wezzo...these teammates who fought side by side with him are also there.Even Barcelona defender Montoya, who was on loan last season, has stayed this season.

But there are also a few unfamiliar faces in this lineup.

For example, today's main midfielder-Maximovic from Serbia, Kondogbia bought from Inter Milan, and two young players Ferran Torres and Carlos Soler promoted from the youth training team .

"Have a drink after the game?"

Parejo has already issued an invitation to him on behalf of the whole team in advance.

Li Poluo smiled slightly:
"As long as you are still in the mood to drink, I will accompany you at any time."

Parejo snorted:
"Can't you just immerse yourself in the emotion of meeting an old friend after a long absence for a few seconds?"

Li Poluo laughed heartlessly, and glanced at Van Dyke again:

"Virgil, today...is not a friendly match!"

His eyes fell on Wei Zuo on the side again:

"Ruben, you have to be mentally prepared, I won't show mercy."

As the weakest link in Valencia's defense, Vezzo is already trembling!
[You dead Polo, don't come to me if you have the ability! 】

[Go and Van Dijk for a collision between top stars! 】

[What kind of skill is bullying a weak person! 】

[Negative emotions from Ruben Wezzo, +555! 】
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As Lee Polo's first game, the pre-match link of this game was very warm and harmonious, and there was no scene where the two sides were at war, or even blushed and thick necked.

Li Polo was the last one to get out of the player tunnel, and he heard the live announcer at the Mestalla Stadium say:
"Welcome our king! Liiiiiiiiii~~~~"

From the stands in all directions, there was only one voice:
"Poooooooooolo!"

Amidst the collective standing up and thunderous applause of the fans, Lee Polo's vanity was greatly satisfied.

He took a special step, raised his right hand to the fans around him, and nodded.

【Give me face like this, otherwise... just lose one goal in this game! 】
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[This start is not bad! 】

Gianluca Rocchi, a golden whistle referee from Italy, blew the whistle to start the game with satisfaction.

Mina, who served as the forward striker, was in charge of the kick-off, and met Lee Polo's eyes.

As his first substitute last season, Mina knew Lee Polo's terrifying strength better than anyone else.

No matter how hard he trained, how active he was in the game, he even scored twice in one game and won the MVP on the spot.

But... for the next crucial battle, the team's starting lineup will be Lee Polo!

【I want...to defeat him! 】

A crazy idea jumped out of Mina's mind, and even made his eyes become fierce!

All the substitutes are eager to beat their opponents in front of the starters! -
"Oh, the pre-match atmosphere of this game is really good, but the scene after the start of the game is not as warm as imagined!"

In the live broadcast room of Sky Sports England, Lineker commented this way.

Carragher said with great anticipation:
"This is the spirit of sportsmanship! Even if you are facing your teammates who have fought side by side and your famous team, you must use all your strength to defeat them!"

Ferdinand snorted disdainfully:
"You definitely just want to see Gary Neville lose?"

Carragher denied it:
"I just want to see English teams dominate Europe, is that wrong?"

He would not admit that the result he most wanted to see was that Li Polo scored 10 goals in a row and directly kicked Neville out of get out of class!

Then... Neville will be able to double row with himself and comment on football games!
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Compared with the impure-minded British commentator, Zhan Jun is much more focused here:
"As the defending champion of the UEFA Champions League, it is playing at home again, but Neville is obviously not aggressive. Instead, he chose a more conservative 442 lineup. Rodrygo recovered to help the team stabilize the control of the midfield..."

Zhang Lu nodded:

"This choice is obviously the most stable. Everyone knows how Neville won the Champions League. If he really gets carried away and fights against Chelsea, he will definitely lose badly!"

His voice was still in his ears, and he saw Chelsea's frontcourt players suddenly launched a collective press. Kanter, Fabregas, William, and Li Polo cut off Parejo's passing route from four directions at the same time, and finally The successful tackle was completed by Willian.

William did not directly pass to Lee Polo or Hazard. Instead, he took control and distributed the ball to Moses, who advanced at high speed from the right, and handed over the task of dribbling the ball to the Nigerian Mustang.

Although the home team's left back Bernat is also a fast type, facing Moses who has completed the speed up, he is still a step slower, and he directly blows his body!
I saw that Moses' goal was very clear. After breaking through Bernat, he directly kicked a pass near the home team's 30-meter line!

[The transmission is... a bit high! 】

Van Dijk, who was in the process of retreating, turned his head and glanced at Moses' pass, and immediately made his own prediction in his heart.

He shook his head slightly:
[If you jump with all your strength, there may be a gap of two or three inches.

Unless... there is enough run-up distance. 】

He suddenly froze for a moment;
[Approach distance? ! 】

Van Dijk turned around suddenly, and saw a blue afterimage rising into the air from the edge of the penalty area!

【Damn! 】

The Dutchman's hair stood on end in an instant!

Li Poluo... started running three seconds ago!

At this moment, Blue Army No. 1 is simply unstoppable!

Li Poluo lowered his eyes slightly in the air, and met the eyes of Van Dyke who was looking up.

In the next second, he opened his legs slightly and rushed towards Van Dyke's head!

If Van Dijk has time to jump, he can just form a heavy cock on him!

"Whoosh!"

Domenech opened his mouth wide, and he saw a scene that he could never have imagined!
My most trusted defender teammate, Van Dijk, who is 1.9 meters tall, was actually flew over by Lee Polo!

And Li Poluo, who had completed this leap, directly bombed with a header, smashing through the city he was guarding without any accidents!
1: 0!

Chelsea opened the scoring in the 16th minute!

[Negative emotions from Maumee Domenech, +55! 】

"Damn! You jumped on my face!"

Van Dyke touched his forehead with some fear.

With Li Polo's speed and impact, if he really took off on the spot, he would definitely be hit by him with his feet on his back, stars in his eyes, crooked nose and slanted mouth, and even shock on the spot!
Lee Polo, who took off from outside the penalty area, said unceremoniously:

"I've taken your reaction into account!"

Van Dyke looked at him and couldn't help biting his teeth:

【Made, in the future... I will definitely be his background board! 】

[Van Dyke, +74! 】

[Negative emotions from the entire Valencia team, +666! 】

[Mestalla Stadium, +4004! 】

[Spanish bat fans, +20202! 】
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"1:0! Super header from Lee Polo!"

Lineker looked incredible:

"He jumped directly over Van Dyke's head!"

He glanced at the two guests:
"Leo, Jamie, you are all top central defenders, can you tell the audience how difficult this header is?"

Carragher and Ferdinand ignored him at all, and the two veterans opened their mouths without exception.

It wasn't until a few seconds later that they woke up like a dream:
"He started running three or four seconds ago!"

"It has already taken off at the top of the arc in the penalty area!"

"Van Dyke is a big man at 1.9 meters three!"

"He... thought it was playing volleyball or basketball?!"