Football's Number One Madman

Chapter 615 He Attacked Me With Poison Gas!
In the 65th minute of the game, Belgium took the lead in making substitution adjustments.

The second card Martinez played was to replace the left wingback Chadley with Carrasco to maintain the offensive and defensive strength of the left wing.

Although Lingard, who is facing off against Chadley, is not top-notch in absolute speed, but Lin Huang's tireless running and elusive running positions, coupled with the frequent support of Lee Polo and Henderson, Chadley is really a little Overwhelmed.

In addition to the physical advantage, Carrasco, who just played, also has the ability to make a long pass and a long shot. Martinez is obviously still fantasizing about completing the reversal.

But it is another adjustment that best reflects Belgium's ambitions.

Fellaini, who was originally a midfielder, stood beside Lukaku majestically!
"Belgium is really not reconciled to passing the championship!"

He Wei couldn't help cheering for them:

"They gave up the defense in the middle, and wanted to pry open England's dense defense through a combination of long-range shots and crosses!"
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Belgium's tactics are indeed very targeted. If any opponent in the top 32 uses their height advantage to hit the header hard, there is a high probability that they will hit a new natural enemy.

But their opponent today is the "England header team" that regards headers as a housekeeping weapon!
Cahill and Maguire, who are both 194cm tall, are the highest team of central defenders in this World Cup!
If it is just a competition of header ability, they will not lose to any opponent!
——Lee Polo is not an opponent, but a teammate.

In the 71st minute, Hazard's long-range shot was saved and Belgium got a corner kick.

De Bruyne's corner kick was quite subtle, but the Lukaku he wanted to find was like a frightened little hen under Maguire's strong suppression. Not only did he have no chance to take off, he even put his neck all shrunk...

Ma Datou made a successful clearance, and Lingard sent the ball to the frontcourt with a barb without turning around!
Sterling and Li Polo advanced one left and one right at high speed. Belgium did not relax. Carrasco, Vertonghen, Alderweireld, and Meunier quickly retreated. Meunier was defending against Sterling, and the other three players all aimed at Lee Polo who dribbled the ball!
Carrasco and Vertonghen formed the first line of defense, while Toby waited for an opportunity to fill in at the front. With the power of the three, they are confident to stop any opponent!
"Calm down! His dribbling skills are average, we have a chance!"

The experienced Vertonghen shouted to stabilize the morale of his teammates while staring at Li Polo's right foot.

As a Tottenham player, he certainly knows the opponent in front of him.

[He slowed down?very good! 】

Seeing that Li Polo's speed had slowed down after receiving the ball, Vertonghen didn't immediately relax his vigilance, but cheered up even more, for fear that this was just the calm before the storm.

"You are very cautious!"

While dribbling the ball forward, Lee Polo was still in the mood to talk.

But just after he finished saying this, he couldn't help but opened his mouth and hiccupped, and suddenly a gust of alcohol gushed out.

"Ah!"

Vertonghen couldn't help but sneezed after being sprayed on the face by the smell of alcohol at close range!

The next second he opened his eyes, only to see that Li Poluo had already broken out from his side!

"This……"

[Referee, take a look, he attacked me with poison gas! 】

[This is simply inhumane! 】

Vertonghen wants to cry but has no tears!

I just sneezed with my eyes closed, why did such a big pineapple run away? !

[Negative sentiment from Vertonghen, +847! 】
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[I knew there would be an accident! 】

As a reserve team, Alderweireld couldn't help but want to praise himself as a prophet.

After seeing Vertonghen's breakthrough, he immediately stepped across Li Polo's advancing route, trying to curb the opponent's advancing momentum.

[As long as he slows down again, Carrasco will be able to arrive in time to help defend! 】

[Carrasco, who just played, has an absolute advantage in terms of physical fitness! 】

To Toby's great surprise, Lee Polo not only did not intend to slow down, but instead exploded towards the left front!
[Stop dying! 】

Toby turned sideways slightly, quickly disarmed back, trying to block between Li Polo and the goal.

But... the football in the next second was knocked to the right by Li Boluo with his heel!
Stop and change direction!

Toby froze for a moment.

[On the right... isn't there Carrasco? 】

In the next second, Carrasco, who was quickly returning to defense, failed to stop the car. The football hit his shin guard and bounced straight ahead again!

【? ? ? 】

Carrasco's mentality collapsed at this moment!
[Why do I have to be so active in defense? ! 】

[The picture just now looks... as if I made a wall-slamming cooperation for Li Polo! 】

[Negative emotions from Carrasco, +1024! 】
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When Carrasco was in a trance, Li Polo turned around forcibly, caught up with the ball again, and then rushed into the penalty area without hindrance!
"Here I come, Tebow!"

He greeted Courtois cheerfully and shot low!
"?!!"

Courtois' eyelids twitched!
While rushing to the left, he also paid attention to Li Poluo's movements.

As a teammate of Chelsea, Pantyhose is well aware of how strong Li Polo's ability to make up shots and pick up misses is!
But this time, Lee Polo, who had finished shooting, didn't make any follow-up actions. He turned his back to the goal and looked towards the surrounding stands. He put his right hand to his ear, as if waiting for the next second of cheers.

[This ball... he is confident, so he doesn't need to make a follow-up shot? ! 】

Courtois's mood suddenly sank.

Sure enough, although the ball was touched by my finger, the huge force still pushed the ball into the net!

4: 1!

Lee Polo scored his first goal in the second half!
The difference between the two sides returned to three goals again!

[Courtois, +995! 】

[Belgian team, +17886! 】

[On-site fans, +213886! 】
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"..."

In the live broadcast room in England, the three commentators fell silent for a while.

Neville looked at Carragher with a sneer on his face:
"Jamie, a player who scored four goals in the final will become England's historical sinner?"

Carragher glared at him angrily, but immediately found the best excuse:

"This goal obviously depends more on luck!"

"If Carrasco hadn't hit the ball by mistake and turned it into an own goal assist, Li Polo's emergency stop and change of direction just now would have actually failed completely!"

Neville didn't expect him to be so stubborn, so he snorted:
"Then we'll wait and see, I don't believe Belgium can complete the reversal under such adversity!"

Carragher coughed:
"I never said Belgium could pull off such a shocking comeback!"

"I just hate Lee Polo!"

"I want to see him show his peak form and score ten goals and eleven goals in this World Cup final!"

Neville pointed a finger at him directly:

"You should apologize to Belgium, because you regard them as opponents on the same level as Scotland, China, and South Korea!"
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The Belgian defense, which was still pierced with three-on-one, is at the moment when the morale is at its lowest since the start of the game.

But soon their morale will get lower.

Lee Polo, who scored the goal, looked at them and laughed unscrupulously:
"Can you do it?"

"I drank half a bottle of champagne during the intermission. You can't even guard against a drunk, can you?"

[Negative emotions from the back line, +7481! 】

【Go to hell you! 】

(End of this chapter)