Football's Number One Madman

Chapter 89 Are you worthy of going to Real Madrid too?

"Ha, ha, ha ha ha ha..."

After pushing the empty goal, Li Poluo lay directly on the goal line of Tottenham, his limbs were fully stretched, and he laughed with his back facing the sky.

From the position at the top of the arc in his penalty area, he ran all the way to the opponent's penalty area. The distance exceeded 80 meters.

Among them, he also completed stopping the ball, waving the ball, and one and a half cycling!

This is already the game with the highest technical gold content in my life!

The one and a half cycling, of course, was not intentional, but because the physical fitness could not keep up, the movement was directly deformed!
The 80-meter-long long-distance raid completely drained the last trace of his physical energy. Now he is lying flat on the turf, but he still feels as if his lungs are about to explode!

Except for Akinfenwa who also took two symbolic steps towards him, all Wimbledon players stayed in their own half without exception. Rigg and Porter wanted to support and pick up the leak, but there was really no way. Their legs are no longer strong enough for another high-speed sprint, and even running to celebrate is a bit strenuous.

So they simply imitated the last celebration:

Everyone just lie flat on the spot!

It is not only a kind of back and forth response to Li Poluo, but also an opportunity to relax the limbs and recover a little physical energy!
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"Get up for me!"

Tottenham coach Pochettino jumped anxiously, and he yelled at the defender and goalkeeper who were kneeling on the ground:

"The game is not over yet! We still have time!"

If it is not a matter of identity, he even wants to use the example of Chelsea defeating Bayern to win the Champions League two years ago to encourage them.

[Think about Didier Drogba of Chelsea in 2012, Robben of Bayern in 2013, Ramos of Real Madrid in 2014, and Solskjaer of Manchester United a long time ago, so many vivid role models, Can't you just learn it? 】

[There are still 2 minutes in the game, plus injury time, we still have at least 5 minutes to chase points, don't give up early! 】

Perhaps sensing the head coach's tenacious fighting spirit, the Tottenham players cheered up quickly. Lloris picked up the ball from the goal and passed it to his teammates near the center circle. Then he looked down at Lee, who was still panting violently. Polo:

"Is it time to get up?"

"Ha, ha, ha... I can't get up! Hahaha..."

Lee Polo was panting for breath while playing rascal.

Lori had no choice but to bend down, reach out and pull the bastard up from the ground, and then pushed hard towards the outside of the penalty area!
But just as he let go, Li Poluo fell to the ground with a "slap"!
Just listen to Kuangbang No. [-] raising his right hand with difficulty and shouting at the chief referee in the distance:

"Referee, someone hit me!"
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"Damn it!"

"Aren't you tired of riding a horse? Why are you calling the referee so loudly?!"

[Negative emotions from Lori, +10! 】

The corner of Lori's eyes twitched, and he subconsciously looked at the referee.

He didn't forget that it was this bastard who, in the game against Liverpool, used a realistic performance to directly make Coutinho's mentality explode and he was sent off with a red card!
Fortunately, the referee did not intend to draw any cards, but just hooked Li Boluo, indicating that he could get up from the ground.

Lee Polo, who failed to draw a foul, shook his head and slowly stood up.

He glanced at Lori who was trembling with anger, and walked towards the middle circle with some regret.

[If the French national goal can be sent off, will the next game be able to score without stepping on a bicycle? 】

When the Wimbledon players finished celebrating and slowly returned to their respective positions, Kane kicked the ball to Eriksson immediately.

With 3 minutes left, Tottenham still have a chance!
Let's score a goal first!
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Wimbledon retreated, and stoppage time turned into an offensive training game for Tottenham.

Eriksson, Kane, and Chadley swung their thighs one after another, and as long as there was a slight gap, they chose to shoot directly!

But they didn't take a look. Wimbledon directly arranged eight defensive players in the penalty area. How could they get in?

During these 3 minutes, the caddies at White Hart Lane were more active than ever. As soon as the ball flew out of the baseline, they immediately threw it into the field.

On the contrary, the Wimbledon players, even if it is their own possession of the ball, have to slowly delay for three to five seconds.

Seeing that the referee still wanted to help Tottenham make up for half a minute, after knocking Eriksson down again, Li Polo lay down on the ground, hugging his left leg and rolling all over the ground:
"Referee, I have cramp! Come and help me press my leg!"

The referee watched his performance speechlessly:

"Can you be a little more sincere? I can believe you when you say that your skin has been scratched. How can you still roll around when you have cramps?"

Lee Polo immediately lay down and did not move:
"Just blow the whistle, referee! It's hard for me to lie on the ground!"

The referee rolled his eyes, but still picked up the whistle:
"Drip, drip, drip!!!"
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"Wimbledon is strong, I expected it, so I almost sent all the main players."

Fifteen minutes later, Pochettino appeared at a press conference.

Looking at dozens of media reporters with a lonely face, he could only lower his head:

"After watching the videos of them beating Manchester United and Liverpool, we also worked out detailed tactics, but we still didn't achieve the desired outcome.

Today, my opponents taught me a lesson, especially their No. 1 player, when he changed from a central defender to a midfielder, I have to admit that my central attack was almost frozen by him. "

He raised his eyes slightly, and asked sincerely:

"It's still the winter window transfer period. If Wimbledon is willing to let him go, I believe Mr. Levi will be willing to provide a satisfactory offer!"

Suddenly there was a commotion inside the venue.

Pochettino is publicly expressing...he wants to sign Li Polo?
What are you kidding? !

From the fourth level of the league directly into the top league, even the previous "most inspirational grassroots player" Vardy, is only from the fifth level to the second level of the British Championship!

Ardley, who came on stage afterwards, was immediately asked about this topic.

And he immediately refuted:
"I have a player who is so good that our opponents directly want to poach him, and I am proud of that. As a manager, of course I want our players to go to a higher stage, but... you What do you say, Polo?"

Li Polo, who was sitting next to him, of course could not say "Coach, I want to go to the Premier League", but agreed with his point of view:
"At least not today, and not in a week, boss."

A week later, they will return to the home court to play the second leg against Tottenham, so he comforted his coach in this way.

After getting a satisfactory answer, Adrey nodded, and handed the microphone directly to him with great grace.

The reporters were also very satisfied with his self-knowledge, and immediately threw out questions:
"Polo, did you mean that you are ready to leave Wimbledon? Is there any team you want to join?"

Li Boluo froze for a moment, he didn't expect that the words he used to perfunctory the head coach would still be interpreted.

He simply nodded:
"I want to join Real Madrid."

The venue suddenly fell silent.

Some even couldn't help laughing.

royal house Madrid?
You are so funny!
They only won the tenth Champions League trophy in team history half a year ago, and they are the most powerful club in history!

Why do you join Real Madrid as a semi-amateur player who can't even ride a bicycle?

Just because you are handsome, can you help sell jerseys?
But after hearing such a fantasy-like answer, the reporters who feared that the world would not be chaotic also lost the patience to fan the flames.

Only one person insisted on asking:

"Why Real Madrid? Why not Barcelona?"

Lee Polo casually found a reason:

"You know, I'm a poor guy who played amateur football. I want to join Real Madrid to make a lot of money. If I choose Barcelona, ​​I'm afraid they will ask me to lower my weekly salary or even play for them for free!"

Eto'o, Fabregas, Mascherano, Suarez, Coutinho, Paulinho, Griezmann, Arthur, Aguero, Depay, Traore, Auba Mei Yang...line up to praise him!
[Talking about money is too vulgar! 】

[Football players must not forget their original intentions!]

[What we love is the real pure football! 】

Neymar and Dembele tearfully forwarded:

"If you don't turn, you are not from Barcelona!"

(End of this chapter)