Football's Number One Madman

Chapter 81 Listen to the Doctor

"It was a good game, it's a pity we're missing a couple of key players."

In his post-match press conference, Liverpool boss Rodgers said with a dejected look:
"I'm not trying to shirk responsibility, I'm just stating the truth. If Sturridge and Sterling can play, this game may be more intense."

A reporter immediately raised his hand:
"Gerrard scored twice in this game, and the forwards you advocated to introduce, such as Lambert and Balotelli, have almost no effect. Are you sure the current team has lost Gerrard's position?"

The veins on Rodgers' forehead were about to pop out when someone directly punctured his scar, but he was not Mourinho with an extroverted personality after all, so he tried his best to maintain his demeanor:

"I want to correct two of your points:
First, Lambert and Balotelli have worked very hard. They have only joined the team for half a season, and they are still adapting to the tactical style. We cannot deny them with just one game;

Second, Gerrard's departure is the result of in-depth communication between him and the team. I have tried to retain him many times, but to no avail, so it's not that I want to drive him away. "

The reporter did not let him go:
"You mean, in today's team, you don't have the power to decide whether players will stay or not?"

For this question, Rogers had no intention of answering directly. He directly pulled out the chair, stood up, and said blankly:

"That's the end of my answer, see you in the next game."
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Adelaide, who played next, still couldn't hide his excitement:

"Yes, our performance was great, every player received a hot kiss from me, hahaha."

No wonder he was so happy. After all, the last time they beat Manchester United, the public opinion was still saying that Manchester United was a substitute lineup; but this time Liverpool, 80% of them were the main players!

"Akinfenwa? He worked very hard and scored a key goal, even though he is a Liverpool fan, hahaha. Hope he can get Gerrard's jersey."

Facing the camera, the head coach spoke eloquently:

"Polo? He is a piece of gold. Yes, I dug him from the amateur team. At that time, many people in our team did not understand my decision. For example, my assistant, he objected. A ninth-level player How can an amateur player gain a firm foothold in Kuangbang? Facts have proven countless times that my vision is very correct!"

Cox, who was sitting under the stage, couldn't help giving him a middle finger.

【This guy is too shameless, when did I object to him signing Lee Polo? 】

[Why do you make something out of nothing and boost yourself by suppressing your colleagues? 】

Adrey, who had floated to the sky long ago, could not see the angry assistants in the crowd at all, and continued to brag about himself:
"In fact, we played very difficult in this game. Gerrard was in such a good state, headers, free kicks, he can do almost everything. I really don't understand why such a top player should leave himself. A team that has played for more than ten years!"

Roger, who was about to open the door, suddenly felt himself pierced by thousands of arrows, and left without looking back.

For a century-old giant like Liverpool, can his head coach count on the entry and exit of personnel?
"I'm not exaggerating. You can see that after the score was tied in the second half, I quickly adjusted my tactics. Yes, I moved Polo Lee to the right of the midfield. The effect was obvious. After only 10 minutes, Coutinho got a red card!"

"Oh, this is of course not my preset tactic. I also express regret for the red card of the Brazilian player. But I want to say that the reason why Coutinho lost control of his emotions is because he was completely restricted by my tactic!"

After Adrey finished blowing his genius command, he looked at the reporters in the stands, but found that almost no one cared about these topics.

Finally a reporter raised his hand:
"You clearly know that Polo Lee is the key person who sparked this heated discussion, why didn't you bring him to the press conference?"

Someone immediately echoed:
"Are you worried that players will steal your limelight?"

Adelaide was furious, and slapped the table with a "bang bang" sound:
"You journalists who are controlled by capital, never do anything good! My player was dizzy and vomited on the spot after being beaten by Mignolet, and even had to close his eyes to head the ball, but you don't care about his body. Instead, you only care about hot spots, topics, and traffic, do you have no humanitarian spirit?"

The head coach who had just won an epic victory was very aggrieved and very angry:
"What's going on in today's society?"

"You don't care about football at all!"
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Li Polo really wanted to participate in this press conference. After all, he was the absolute protagonist of this game, whether it was on or off the court. However, under the insistence of the team doctor and his girlfriend, he was still sent to the hospital. Received a professional scan.

"Except for the factors that have just completed the intense exercise, all the indicators are within the normal range, but according to your description, it is recommended that you take a good rest for two days and do not do any exercise."

After listening to the doctor's instructions, for his own health, Li Poluo had no choice but to obediently hug Lisanna, and sleep obediently until dawn on the big soft bed at his girlfriend's house.

But as soon as he lay down, Lisanna asked a very professional question:

"The doctor only said you can't exercise, but didn't say I can't?"

Li Poluo closed his eyes and did not speak.

"Sigh~~"

Then he felt himself being held by a cold and soft little hand:

"Aren't you fierce? Can't you shoot with your eyes closed? Let me see!"
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Because he did not strictly follow the doctor's orders, Lee Polo had to rest the next day.

He could only lie on the sofa, double the freshly-baked newspapers, and read the news from various platforms.

Sure enough, the major media that stood on Liverpool's side before the game collectively misfired after being slapped in the face. Only the "Sun" and "Manchester Evening News" frantically suppressed Liverpool.

"Three central defenders are destined to be unsuitable for English football! Rodgers swallowed the bitter pill for his paranoia!"

"Gerald is immortal! Has the Fenway Corporation regretted it?"

"Lambert, Balotelli, Borrini, Markovic, Manquillo... Is this the cornerstone of Liverpool's renaissance?"

"Look at these crooked melons, no wonder Henderson will be the captain's first successor!"

"Neville and Carragher staged a full martial arts live broadcast! The former deputy of the Red Army lost and lost!"

……

Looking at these headlines, Li Poluo couldn't help curling his lips:

"Why are they all criticizing Liverpool? Didn't they praise me?"

"Yes, isn't there a photo of you being knocked out?"

Lisanne shrugged, and the suspenders slid down her smooth arms:
"Baby, what are you staring at me... what are you doing?"

Li Poluo's eyes sank deep into a valley following the slipped sling, and his answer was simple:
"want."

What a doctor's order, it's for ordinary people!

I, Lee Polo, have my own cheats, can I be like an ordinary person?

(End of this chapter)