Football's Number One Madman

Chapter 66 Are You Mr. Hat Trick?
"boom!"

The King's Turf Field seemed to be lit in an instant, and the fans in the stands were all ecstatic!
The team they supported re-suppressed the opponent in the 85th minute, and the strong team from No.4 in the Premier League is now in a desperate situation!
"This guy... is really strong and terrifying!"

In the main stand, Mike Taylor, vice president of the Crazy Gang Fan Association, muttered to himself, then he jumped up, waved the flag high with the other fans, and sang "The Song of Lee Boro" aloud:
"Oooh~
If you dare to come one-on-one,

He'll shovel your damn legs! "

Accompanied by enthusiastic cheers, Li Boluo rushed out of the penalty area directly from the goal, and towards the corner flagpole shivering in the wind was a Bruce Lee-style whirlwind leg!

Just listening to the sound of "pop", the fragile corner flagpole snapped!

He opened his arms towards the main stand, enjoying the fanatical cheers from the fans:

"Viva, Polo!"

"Long live, Poirot!"
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Ronald Koeman bit his lip, and the expression on his face was uncertain.

He still has a substitution spot in his hand, but there are no good cards on the bench to turn the game around.

Considering the rotation and rest, Pellet, the confidant and the top scorer, did not make the roster at all in this game. At this moment, he is probably enjoying the joy of heaven with his wife Varga in a warm home. Where can I imagine that his team is in A League Two team is in a tough fight!
【Forget it, forget it! 】

A voice came out of his heart.

When this sound came out, his mood could no longer be calmed down.

[It's just the League Cup, what's the big deal if you give up...]

[The prize money for winning the championship is only 100 million. No one really lacks this 100 million, right? 】

[Even if we win and advance today, the opponents in the next round are either Liverpool, Tottenham or Chelsea. It’s better to save some time and energy and focus on one competition in the league…]

His teaching assistant and biological eldest brother, Erwin, was standing beside him, watching his younger brother stay motionless and wander nine days away.

Time did not stop because Koeman fell into thinking.

The head coach of the leading side, Adre, was extremely nervous. He and Cox stood in the command area and used non-stop shouting and gestures that they could not understand to convey their intentions to the players on the field.

"Keep calm and stick to the penalty area!"

The mad gang players who are in the League Two are much more rogue than the Premier League stars. In the 87th minute, the mad gang midfielder Porter accidentally fell to the ground in a [-]-[-] fight. He immediately clutched his knees and cried in pain, and even let him. People thought he was going to be sent to the ICU right away.

Douglas, the team doctor, trotted forward and pretended to be treated for a full minute. Then he waved his hand and said to the referee:

"His injury is a bit serious, but we've run out of substitutions."

Porter immediately showed his tenacious will to not get off the line with minor injuries:

"Team doctor, I can still hold on! Just give me some pain reliever spray!"

The referee, who is used to seeing strong winds and waves, waved his hand impatiently:
"Hurry up and stand up for me, your acting is so bad!"
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The 5-minute stoppage time did not allow Southampton to rewrite the score. The Saints, who lacked one person to fight, collapsed in physical strength at the last moment, and even almost let Aziz make a sneak attack.

"Drip, drip, drip~~~"

After hearing the three whistle blows, Adley was finally relieved, and the whole person relaxed.

He ran to the visiting team's bench for the first time, smiling and extending his right hand to the opposing coach.

Although his heart was already blooming, he still didn't dare to laugh too hard on the surface, for fear of being considered uneducated by his opponents.

Koeman shook his head with a wry smile, and shook hands with him:
"Your team is very good and I lost completely."

"thanks, thanks."

Adre's smile could not be concealed.

The opponent is a super star in Dutch football!

Although he is slightly less famous than Manchester United coach Van Gaal, he is also a top star in the Grand Slam of honor!

Adley's legs were numb for a while, and he almost fell to his knees, but fortunately, Cox behind him reached out and supported him:
"Dude, if you want to kiss the turf, you can go to our side!"
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"Viva, Polo!"

"Viva, Polo!!"

"Viva, Polo!!!"

Over the entire stadium, there was gradually only one voice left.

Although only the lowest professional team, but their fans do not necessarily understand football.

They can see that in this game, who is the key gentleman who can not only stabilize the defense, but also stand up in a critical moment and make a final decision!

Amidst the cheers of nearly 5000 people, Li Boluo ran to the referee team waiting in line to shake hands. He pointed to the game ball and smiled at the referee.

The referee didn't think too much, handed it to him directly, and even encouraged:
"Young man, you're playing well and I think you'll see your headers at a higher level soon."

Li Bo Luo took the ball with his left hand and shook his right hand:
"Thank you."

After the player turned to leave, a linesman reminded:
"He didn't have a hat-trick, we shouldn't have rewarded him with the game ball!"

The referee slapped his forehead:
"Why did you tell me now! I always remember...he scored three goals!"
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With the "hat trick" of 2 shots and 1 own goal, Li Boluo was elected the MVP of the League Cup without any accident. When he returned to the locker room, he was also sprayed with various beers by his excited teammates.

Cox glanced at the statistics in his hand and said quietly to Adre:
"The number of goals this guy...has tied Akinfenwa."

Adley froze for a moment, then laughed:

"I signed him originally because of his ability to head the ball? Now he scores goals again and again, doesn't it mean that I have a vicious vision?"

Cox curled his lips and teased a little:
"Thick-skinned is a must for a head coach!"

Adley glared at the assistant, cleared his throat, and said to the players who were still celebrating:

"Sorry, sorry, guys, I'm going to interrupt your festivities. We have one last league game before Christmas, hope everyone can keep up today, and let's celebrate Christmas with a winning streak!"
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Four days later, on December 12, Wimbledon welcomed their 20st-round opponent at home, Mansfield, who was ranked 21th.

Adre's words really came true.

Not only did the mad gang maintain the state they were four days ago, they even kept the score together!

3: 2!

Not only that, but even the game process is directly copied over!

The two forwards in the rotation, Aziz and Connolly, established a two-goal lead for the team in the first half, but were pulled two goals in a row by the opponent within 15 minutes of the second half.

The Kings Meadows Stadium once heard the boos from the fans!
[Please, the opponent is only the bottom-ranked relegation team, even if we just rotate the lineup, we shouldn’t be so embarrassed! 】

Li Boluo, who was about to rest, had to go into battle and help the team stabilize the defense.

He originally wanted to participate in the attack, but when he saw his eagerness to try, the teammates in the frontcourt immediately seemed to be wearing green hats, and Aziz directly performed the first time in his life that he had three consecutive people. Score!
Aziz, who scored twice and was named the best player of the game, smiled like a villain:
"You still want to score? I won't let you have a chance to perform!"

(End of this chapter)