Football's Number One Madman

Chapter 80 We want a draw!

"Unbelievable! Unbelievable!"

In the BBC live broadcast room, Lineker let out a burst of exclamation.

As England's legendary striker, he certainly knows that shooting is not an easy task.

It's even more difficult to run wildly with your eyes closed and then score with a header!
——Of course, that's for ordinary people who don't have cheats.

For Li Poluo, before he chose to head the ball to the top, [Hawkeye] had already drawn a complete trajectory in his mind!

Neville shook Carragher's arm in shock:

"Jamie, did you see that? His eyes are closed!"

Carragher snorted very unhappily:
"I saw it, so what?"

Neville laughed loudly:
"He has blatant contempt for Liverpool! He doesn't even want to open his eyes to see your goal! Hahaha!"
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"Are you in?"

Hearing wild cheers from the fans around him, Lee Polo felt relieved.

Still dizzy, he had no intention of running to the stands to pose for a celebration. He lay flat in front of the goal, completely ignoring the livid Mignolet.

[Negative emotions from Mignolet, +8! 】

The Red Army goalkeeper who was poured 3 goals in a game couldn't help but walked over:

"Get up on your horse!"

"Go to your side and celebrate!"

Li Poluo didn't move, just stretched out his hands to cover his eyes.

The lights are too harsh!

Although Mignolet was furious, he still didn't dare to stretch out his hand to pull him.

After all, although I escaped a penalty in the first half, I can still vividly remember the scene where Li Polo let Coutinho get a red card...

What if the referee remembered that he played too loosely in the first half, and now wants to "make up for it"? -
"Honey, why are you lying here?"

Aziz waited in the corner flag area for several seconds, but still did not wait for Li Polo to come to celebrate with him, so he ran over to see what kind of tricks this "ungrateful" man was playing.

Li Poluo waved at him:
"I'm so dizzy, you block other people for me."

Although Aziz didn't know why, he faithfully carried out the instructions of his teammates.

So, after the Wimbledon goal, such a scene appeared on the TV screen.

Dubis, Porter, Rigg and other teammates all ran up from behind excitedly, but Aziz stopped them outside the penalty area.

The stadium environment was too noisy, and Aziz didn't have time to explain it one by one, so... he just lay on the ground himself!
Dubis and the others blinked and slapped their thighs one after another:
"I haven't tried this trick before!"

So, including goalkeeper Werner, all 11 Wimbledon players lay on their backs on the turf!
Their actions were obviously very quiet, but the cheers from the stands were even louder.

The head coach Adrey couldn't help but turned his head and asked:
"Is this... the latest celebration?"

Cox pushed his glasses and shook his head in confusion:

"Do young people nowadays celebrate like this?"
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[Negative emotions from Skrtel, +10! 】

[Sacco, +8]

[Zhan, +6]

[Henderson, +4]

[Lucas, +4]

[Gerald, +5]

……

[Rodgers, +5]

Lee Polo, who was lying on the ground, did not miss this series of information prompts.

Originally, after scoring the goal, he only received negative emotions from the goalkeeper, but after all his teammates lay down and celebrated, finally even Gerrard and Rogers couldn't restrain their inner impulses, and their experience was harvested tragically!

I don't know if he was hit by the joy of soaring experience points. Lee Polo, who was still dizzy just now, suddenly felt...he was doing it again!

He first turned over with a kite, jumped up from the ground, and then rushed all the way to the main stand, accepting the worship of die-hard fans!

"Viva, Polo!"

"Long live, Poirot!"

After jumping down from the stands, he ran all the way to the bench, high-fived with coaches and teammates one by one, and shared the joy of scoring together!

Even though... It's been a full minute since the moment he scored.
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"Nice job, boy!"

Adlay and Cox slapped him on the back so frantically that it nearly took his breath away.

For these two coaches, he is really grateful.

After all, not all coaches can trust a young player so much.

So, considering the overall interests of the team, Lee Polo whispered a plan in their ears:
"Should we let Liverpool score another goal?"

Adlay and Cox stay where they are:
"Score another goal?"

Li Bo Luo nodded:
"This game is tied, we can go to their home court to play the second round!"

Anfield is much bigger than here. Even if only 70% of the seats are occupied, the tickets alone can earn 50 million pounds!If the TV broadcast fee is added, Wimbledon's annual budget will be earned back!
Adrey's eyes were obviously shaken, but he shook his head immediately, grabbed the player's shoulders with both hands, and told him very seriously:

"Listen, I don't want you to think about these things, I just want you to win this round!"

Li Poluo nodded with some regret:

"Then win it!"

[Ham, after all, he is just the coach of a British second team, the structure is too small! 】
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In the last 10 minutes, Rogers put on the last offensive card in his hand:

He replaced Lucas with Borini and played 5 strikers instead!

His five forwards are:

Center Balotelli.

Second striker Borini.

Shadow striker Steven Gerrard.

Left winger Markovic.

Right winger Manquillo.

Henderson, the only one left in the midfield, saw such a lineup, and couldn't help his legs feeling weak for a while:
"You let me organize the attack, but who can I pass it to!"

Seeing that his opponent was about to fight to the death, Adre was not polite, pointed at the flag, and made continuous substitution adjustments:

The exhausted Dubis went off to rest, and the 191cm tall young central defender Sweeney played, and the defense changed to three central defenders.

Alfie Porter, the core midfielder who received a yellow card, went off, and the young and strong Reeves partnered with Lee Polo, Rigg, and Francon to take charge of interception and harassment in the midfield.

Except for Aziz, everyone else resolutely returned to defense!
Liverpool's top five strikers have all fallen into the slaughterhouse of Wimbledon!

Gerrard is still old after all. In the final stage of the game, his legs were as heavy as lead. Not to mention kicking a signature heavy bombardment goal, and even stopping the ball again, he could stop three meters Far!
Li Poluo shook his head again and again:
[Is this still a top player?
This is simply the level of amateur players!

ah?You said I stopped three meters away before?
It's all because of Barry Fuller's passing power, what does that have to do with me? 】

"Drip, drip, drip~~~"

After 5 minutes of stoppage time, the referee Moss finally blew the whistle for the end of the game.

3: 2!

With Akinfenwa opening the scoring and Lee Polo scoring twice with a header, Wimbledon defeated 80% of the main players Liverpool at their home court!

(End of this chapter)