Football's Number One Madman

Chapter 77 No one can guess my tactics!
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"OOOH!!!"

In the stands of the King's Turf Stadium, thousands of Kuangbang fans screamed almost at the same time.

Lisanna Taylor almost fainted, but fortunately, her best friend Mira who was sitting beside her grabbed her.

Mike's voice in the front row came to their ears clearly:

"God, he was slapped in the face by the goalkeeper!"

"The referee stopped the game, and the team doctor and team doctor came in!"
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Wimbledon doctor Stuart Douglas rushed onto the pitch with a few assistants.

Although the goal was broken, Rodgers still waved his hand, and Liverpool's medical team followed suit.

After all, just like the economic situation of both clubs, the medical teams of both sides are not at the same level-according to incomplete statistics, a large part of the team doctors of the League Two teams are retired players who have transferred to other jobs, and some have not even obtained medical qualifications!

"Hey, Polo, Polo?"

"Boy, wake up!"

"Break his teeth, watch out he swallows his tongue!"

Li Boluo vaguely heard a burst of noisy voices coming from outside, and then a few thick fingers savagely stirred in his mouth, causing a nausea in his stomach.

He wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids were unprecedentedly heavy, and he could only feel a little light.

"Doctor, his eyeballs are moving! The pupils are shrinking!"

"But his body still doesn't respond to our stimulation!"

"His breathing is a little weak, come here and do a set of artificial respiration!"

[Oh no, I don't want to do this! 】

Li Poluo wanted to struggle, but his limbs and ten fingers seemed to be imprisoned, and he couldn't exert any strength at all.

A few thick and powerful hands held down his body, and a black shadow slowly approached him.

[Damn it!don't come here! 】

Li Poluo could feel the heat from the opponent, and even felt the hard stubble...

His stomach convulsed violently, and a stream of liquid spurted out along the esophagus!

Accompanied by the sound of "Wow", Li Poluo sat up straight!
The team doctor Douglas, who was sprayed on half of his face, didn't bother to wipe the vomit, first put up two fingers and shook them in front of the injured person:
"How much is this?"

Li Poluo suddenly felt that this scene... seemed a little familiar?
He searched a little in the depths of his memory, and immediately got the answer.

Just half a year ago, the first thing I did after my rebirth was to accept the same test as Douglas!
"Two, doctor."

Douglas breathed a sigh of relief, then took the towel handed over by the assistant, and began to wipe the foreign objects on his face:

"My God, Polo, what did you eat today?"
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Because Li Polo was knocked out, the game was interrupted for more than 3 minutes, and the referee Moss announced the end of the first half without adding extra time.

The team doctors originally wanted to carry Li Polo back on a stretcher, but Li Polo insisted on going by himself. Fuller and Smith hurriedly picked him up from left to right, allowing him to experience the care and love from Big Brother. cherish.

"Dear, are you alright?"

The two captains had just helped him to the sidelines, and before they entered the player channel, they saw Lisanna trotting over from the stands.

The security personnel at the home court immediately reached out to stop him, but saw Mike, the vice president of the fans association, waving at him, so he pouted:

"It turned out to be a related household."

Lisanna threw herself into Li Polo's arms, almost knocking out the remaining food in the patient's stomach:
"You scare the hell out of me!"

Li Poluo patted his girlfriend on the shoulder and squeezed out a smile:
"Don't worry, don't you know how strong my body is?"

He glanced at several coaches again:
"I'm going to the locker room, baby, just cheer me on in the stands."
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Lee Polo, who comforted his girlfriend, was the last player to return to the locker room.

Adrey looked at him:
"We all admire your bravery, but believe me, no one wants you to get injured here."

Lee Polo raised his hands in a gesture of surrender:

"OK, I won't do it in the second half."

Adre nodded slightly, then turned to the team doctor:
"How is he doing?"

Douglas shrugged:

"He's strong, he doesn't look like he's concussed, he just had a little nosebleed, and he's perfectly fine to play."

Adrey was completely relieved:
"OK, let's talk about the next tactics. Uh... Goodman, you have to warm up and be ready to play at any time."

Li Boluo glanced at the substitute central defender, and couldn't help asking:
"What??"

[I just said that I have no problems? 】

Adelaide looked calm and breezy:

"Are you surprised? That's right, you can't even guess my tactics, let alone Liverpool?"

Li Poluo tilted his neck slightly, with question marks all over his head:
"???"

Adrey walked up to the tactical board, picked up the small round card with the number "1" written on it, and pushed it forward a few centimeters:

"Didn't you always want to participate in more offenses? Just now you even had a high-speed sprint over 80 meters and expressed your inner desire to me. As the head coach, I don't want to kill this desire, so I decided... …and put you in midfield!"

Li Poluo's breathing suddenly became rapid:

"Really?"

Adrey nodded very positively:

"About 60 minutes or so, I will replace Boorman with Goodman, and then you will be responsible for taking over his work and helping Fuller deal together...Coutinho and Markovic, if there is extra energy, I will very much look forward to you playing a bigger role on the offensive end!"

After hearing the coach's arrangement, Boorman didn't feel any dissatisfaction. After all, time is not forgiving, and the 36-year-old is indeed the player who needs the most rest.

Li Poluo looked at the chess pieces on the tactical board while thinking about the coach's arrangement.

Just listen to Cox's very thoughtful addition:
"Markovic is more inclined to fight alone, and rarely cooperates with others except for crosses, but Coutinho is different. He is the most important figure in Liverpool's frontcourt. As long as he is killed, their Organizational attack will be paralyzed by 80%!"

Li Poluo showed a ferocious smile:

"Don't make it so obvious, Mr. Coach. I know how to do it!"
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"Drip~"

"The second half of the game has begun. The two sides have changed sides to fight again, and there has been no personnel adjustment for the time being."

Zhan Jun also returned to his live broadcast room:

"Before the end of the first half, Li Polo helped Kuangbang score an extremely wonderful header, but then Mignolet punched him into shock. No yellow cards were exchanged!"

Li Yuankui expressed his appreciation for the behavior of this Red Army fan's "righteous killing of relatives":

"It's really unbelievable. The referee's whistle was a bit soft today. Mignolet's punch just missed hitting the temple. Li Polo's life might even be in danger!"

But several commentators on the British BBC have different opinions.

For example, Carragher, the former vice-captain of Liverpool, strongly disagreed:

"This kind of saving action is too common in English football. When I play football, I will encounter it in almost every game. If I have to draw cards every time, the head coach may not be busy at all!"

Neville couldn't help but roll his eyes for his comment that he only cares about his position and ignores the facts:

"I finally know why you're so smart, Jamie."

Carragher did not respond:
"What's wrong?"

Neville shrugged:

"It turns out that your IQ is not enough because your head is blown off by the goalkeeper every game!"

Carragher jumped up from his seat with a "boom", ready to punch his old enemy and pay tribute to his teammate Mignolet.

The host Lineker quickly changed the topic:

"Oh, Boorman tackled Coutinho, Liverpool got a free kick in a good position!"
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"puff!"

Boorman spat and got up from the ground.

Seeing the yellow card raised high by the referee, he shook his head slightly, but didn't say anything.

That Brazilian kid's dribbling is too flexible, and I can't stop him except fouls!
But it doesn't matter, I'm going to end soon, this yellow card is not bad.

Kennedy has already warmed up on the sidelines and can replace Boorman at any time. At that time, the reinforced right-sided defense will only become stronger!
Boulman smiled, and stood at the front of the restricted area with Lee Polo, Phillips and others to form a human wall.

They watched as Gerrard fiddled with the football with his head down, then took three steps back.

The referee Moss made a gesture, and Gerrard took a deep breath, slowly raised his eyes, and looked straight ahead of him.

Li Poluo's heart trembled, and he hastily activated [Hawkeye].

A perfect arc was drawn from Gerrard's feet, bypassing the wall with unparalleled speed and momentum, bypassing Werner's ten fingers, and falling directly to the dead corner of the goal!

Lee Polo sees it clearly!

But there is nothing he can do!

I can only watch the 36-year-old captain of the Red Army raise his fist high and hit his chest heavily!
He is not old yet!
He wants to win!
2: 2!

Liverpool equalized again in the 5th minute of the second half!
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This book will be on the shelves tomorrow, but unfortunately I have to watch the Spring Festival Gala with my mother, and I don't have time to save some manuscripts.

see you tomorrow!

(End of this chapter)