Football's Number One Madman

Chapter 9 What should I do if I'm too nervous for the first time?
"Guys, are you all right?"

The chief team doctor, Stuart Douglas, led his assistants to massage and relax the players' muscles, while focusing on asking young players such as Lee Polo and Sweeney about their situation.

Shrewsbury's offense was quite ferocious, and this young defense was under tremendous pressure.

Lee Polo is no exception. He doesn't run too much, but the rhythm of the game, the frequency of sprinting back and forth, and the frequency of physical confrontation are not comparable to the amateur games he is used to.For Lee Polo, who had never played a professional game, there were two or three moments when he even felt that he might suffocate at any time!

Throughout the first half, he played uncomfortable at all.The position of the temporary guest left back is not only completely different from the defensive habits of the central defender, but it is also difficult to seamlessly send the ball forward in the counterattack—after all, passing the ball requires precise control. There is still a huge difference between doing it with the right foot.

Fortunately, most of the time the team is in a defensive state. He only needs to do a good job of defense, even if he has completed his own task.In 45+3 minutes, although he was penetrated by the opponent's right forward Ashley Vincent many times, as a pure rookie, he also surrendered 3 interceptions + 2 header clearances Such performance is enough to satisfy the coaching team.

The head coach Adrey came over at this time, and he patted Li Polo on the back to express his encouragement:
"Lad, played well in the first half, but still work hard."

Lee Polo hastily stated:
"I'll do my best, Coach."

Adrey took another look at left-back Sean Rigg:
"In the second half, Sean will drop back to help defense, and your pressure will also be relieved."

Li Poluo exhaled and stood up from the bench:
"I won't let them easily break through again!"

Adrey raised his chin with a smile, not puncturing his big words.

After all, who hasn't been youthful?

What's wrong with a young man, a little confident?
We are the "crazy gang"!
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"Drip~~"

With a long whistle, 22 strong men entangled again.

Shrewsbury's right midfielder Ashley Vincent soon appeared in Lee Polo's defensive area.

Looking at the young players in front of him, Vincent clearly remembered his coach's arrangement:
"Strengthen the flank assault and destroy the opponent's left defense zone!"

He is very satisfied with this arrangement.Because to me, this opponent is just a chick!

What could be simpler and easier than bullying a young rookie?
Vincent turned slightly sideways, and without any gestures, his midfield teammates passed the ball to his feet.He glanced at the open and unobstructed turf in front of him, and directly chose to speed up!
Li Poluo raised his eyebrows abruptly, and immediately backed away quickly, trying to block the opponent's breakthrough route first, but he was still a step too late, and could only watch Vincent finish it half a meter away from him. breakthrough!

A smile emerged from the corner of Vincent's mouth:
This opponent is simply too young!

I don't even need any feints, just relying on my speed advantage, I can easily punch him through!
"Eagle Eyes!"

A light flashed in Li Poluo's eyes, and a clear track emerged in his mind, but... that's all.

He can accurately predict the position of the football three seconds later, but his legs are not strong enough to support himself to complete this interception!
"Failed defense!"

He gritted his teeth resentfully:
"And it wasted a skill!"

Looking at Vincent who was so close at hand, Li Poluo felt extremely depressed.

Just 3 minutes ago, he had vowed to boast in front of the coach, but the opponent's first breakthrough in the second half was so smooth?

Li Boluo's cheeks were a little hot, but his eyes suddenly became fierce.

Five bloody characters suddenly jumped out of his mind:
"The ball is beyond human!"

He gritted his teeth, kicked his feet on the ground suddenly, his body center of gravity dropped suddenly, and he slid out against the turf!

He tried his best to straighten his legs, and shoveled towards Vincent who was about to make a cross!

The Shrewsbury winger... fell to the ground!

"drop!"

The referee blew his whistle and rushed over, without saying a word, took out a yellow card from his pocket!
Shrewsbury's bench suddenly jumped up and down, and the head coach Mickey Mellon shook his fist angrily, and yelled at the fourth official on the sidelines:

"This is a tackle from behind! 100% malicious foul! Definitely worthy of a red card!"

The fourth official looked at him indifferently:
"Mr. Coach, please control your emotions."

Mellon glanced at Vincent, who hadn't gotten up for a long time, and the veins on his forehead were exposed:

"You should let that damn Wimbledon player control his movements instead of me controlling some shit!"

As the coach of a mere fourth-level league team, Mellon's education level is not too high. Under the excitement, he blurted out vulgar words, which made the fourth official frown again and again.

But he still explained:
"It's a side tackle, not a back tackle."

The home team coach Adrey shrugged his shoulders calmly, then turned around and exhaled forcefully.

Fortunately, it's just a yellow card!
The second half has just started, he doesn't want to be sent off so early!
But he still frowned and shook his head at assistant coach Cox:
"It's still very difficult on the left."

Cox nodded slightly, his eyes turned to the focus area on the court.
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"Polo, I'm sorry."

The left midfielder Sean Rigg, who did not follow the coach's deployment and actively retreated to help defend, stretched out his hand with a little guilt, and pulled Li Polo up from the ground forcefully.

Li Poluo patted the grass stalks and soil on his butt, and raised his eyebrows confidently:
"It's okay, I can handle it."

Rigg curled his lips, disapproving of his self-confidence, but he didn't discourage the young man's enthusiasm. He just stood with him on the inside of the penalty area and built a human wall together.

The players of New Wimbledon were ready to defend free kicks, but the players of the visiting team were not there immediately. They were still surrounded by Vincent, and most of them seemed a little anxious.

The referee frowned and looked at it, beckoned to the sidelines, and raised his hands slightly.

Watching the medical team rushing into the field, Shrewsbury coach Mellon gave the fourth official a fierce look, and roared again:
"This is a shameless foul!"

The fourth officer glanced at him, but said nothing.

Their players are all injured, let him vent!

[Negative emotions from Ashley Vincent, +10]! -
"...that guy is a ruthless person."

Seeing Vincent being carried out of the field on a stretcher, the home team coach Adrey couldn't help but bared his teeth. He thought of the vice-captain Smith who was shoveled into the hospital bed by Li Polo in the team training game.

Cox focused on the player on the opposite side who was about to come off the bench:
"Joy Walker, who joined from an amateur team last month, is characterized by his confrontation ability, but... Polo should not easily lose to him."

Adlay nodded slightly, and at the end of his gaze, Shrewsbury's top scorer Dan Swinner slowly walked up to the penalty spot.

Svenner didn't observe too much, he raised his foot and rubbed the football over the wall. It could be seen that he wanted to shoot from the far corner, but unfortunately he failed to control the power and was directly confiscated by goalkeeper Ross Werner.

"F*ck!"

Svenne flicked his arm a little annoyed, and saw that Werner had already thrown the ball high!
He couldn't help but cursed again:
"Sh*t!"

Wimbledon launched the first quick counterattack in the second half!
(End of this chapter)