The biggest fanatic in football

Wednesday, July 23, 2014.

England, City of London.

A group of young and strong men were sweating wantonly on a green field, and a sharp whistle pierced the afternoon sky.

"Beep!"

"Foul on the offensive team!"

The referee who blew the whistle quickly ran to the scene of the incident, took a look at the two players lying on the ground, and then made a gesture to the sidelines:

"Team doctor! Stretcher!"

The medical team carrying medical kits rushed into the field immediately, while coaches from both sides were anxiously watching the situation on the field.

As for other players, most just took the opportunity to take a breath, then grabbed a bottle of sports drink from the sidelines, raised their necks and drank it in big gulps to replenish their bodies after strenuous exercise.

There were only two to three hundred fans scattered in the auditorium on the sidelines. When someone seemed to be injured, there was a slight commotion in the crowd.

"Woke up!"

"I told you a long time ago, how could that big Nigerian guy lose to an Asian monkey?"

"Haha, look at that poor little guy, he's still in a coma!"

Some audience members laughed heartlessly.

The "big guy" they called him was standing there with his hands spread out with an innocent look on his face.

Adebayo Akinfenwa, a dual national of England and Nigeria, is "only" 1.80 meters tall, but weighs an astonishing 102 kilograms!

He is almost the strongest athlete in the entire football world!

But lying at his feet was a yellow-skinned East Asian.

Looking at his completely unconscious opponent, Akinfenwa felt a little regretful, maybe... he shouldn't have been so impulsive just now.

Originally this was just an insignificant friendly warm-up match, but he had just joined the team and was eager to prove his ability in the new environment, so he put all his strength into this competition.

You know, I play for a powerful club in the English Second Division (the fourth tier) - New Wimbledon Club!

And their opponent today is just a Clapton club struggling in the ninth level amateur league...

The score was already 3-0, and he also scored a goal, so why bother so hard?

-

"Wake up, he's awake!"

Li Polo heard a voice.

This language is very strange. Although I can understand it, it is not the most familiar Chinese, but English from a foreign country, and it also has a strange accent.

He opened his eyes, and what he saw was a middle-aged man with stubble on his face. After seeing his eyes open, he stretched out two fingers of his right hand:

"Hey, boy, what is this?"

"two."

Li Poluo frowned, but still answered him.

Memories have flooded into his mind like a tide.

The owner of this body is also named Lee Polo. Polo is obviously an English name, Marco Polo's Polo (although this is a surname). He immigrated to England with his parents when he was six years old, but due to his parents both losing their lives in an accident,

After his death, he had to rely on government relief funds to survive at a young age. As he grew older, with only a junior high school education, he could only work odd jobs in restaurants and department stores to make ends meet.

Perhaps influenced by the football atmosphere in Europe, or perhaps just a coincidence, three years ago, he joined the local community football team. In addition to receiving regular training once a week, he also participated in a game every weekend.

That's an extra £20 - the legal minimum wage in the UK is £6 an hour.

He has just turned twenty this year. With a height of 1.82 meters and a weight of 76 kilograms, he can barely be called a strong man, but in the fight just now, he was completely at a disadvantage.

There is no way, the Akinfenwa opposite is too strong, even Ramos and Van Dijk can't hit him, right?

Seeing that his consciousness was still clear, the team doctor asked again:

"Do you feel any special pain anywhere?"

Li Polo moved his hands and feet, turned his neck, and finally shook his head:

"No."

The team doctor patted his shoulder and pulled him up from the ground:

"Young man, you are in good health and can handle that monster! I'm optimistic about you!"

Li Polo couldn't help but bared his teeth.

This team doctor... is from the opposite New Wimbledon club!

-

"Beep!"

After confirming that both players could continue to persevere, the referee blew the whistle to continue the game.

It was just a free kick from Clapton in the backcourt. The goalkeeper kicked the ball forward, hoping to take the opportunity to launch a fast break.

As a defender, Lee Polo watched the ball flying high into the sky from a distance, and a strange picture suddenly popped up in his mind - he seemed to be able to clearly predict the final landing point of this big kick!

His eyes moved quickly, and the football seemed to be pulled by him, landing almost exactly on his prediction point!

"I...awakened my talent?"

"...This is definitely fake, right?"

Li Polo shook his head to dispel this strange thought, and then prepared to devote himself to the game.

But now it has reached the 68th minute, and there are only 22 minutes left before the end of the game. The three-goal deficit has long made this warm-up match meaningless, but Lee Polo, who has just arrived in this world, still wants to get familiar with it.

own body.

"Back off!"

In the blink of an eye, Clapton's fast break was countered by the opponent. Several midfielders issued warnings to the defense, and then retreated to prepare for defense.

Low-level teams often prefer long passes to lobs, and New Wimbledon is no exception. As soon as their midfielder grabbed the ball, they directly launched a lob pass.

The speed of the ball is not too fast, and it is very likely to penetrate the opponent's defense!

The strong and fierce striker - Akinfenwa glanced at the sky, made a little prediction in his mind, lowered his head and sprinted towards the goal at full speed!

After running twenty meters, he turned his head again to check the position of the ball, but out of the corner of his eye he saw a black shadow passing him.

The guy he knocked down easily a few minutes ago rose into the air!

Akinfenwa opened his mouth.

In Li Polo's eyes, the spinning football seemed to have been cast a deceleration spell, and he could accurately predict the next flight path!

He jumped up high, and the ball hit his forehead accurately, and then bounced back.

Akinfenwa stopped sprinting in annoyance:

"Just a little bit!"

-

Completing a header clearance did not cause any waves. No matter it was the coaches of both sides, the players, or the spectators on the sidelines, no one would be surprised.

This time the clearance did not result in an effective attack. The huge gap in strength between the two sides caused the game to enter garbage time early.

New Wimbledon replaced three starters in one go, preparing to hone their second-line players and prepare for the new season.

The same is true for Clapton. The exhausted forward and midfielder were replaced, hoping to rely on the energetic newcomers to consume the remaining time.

After both sides ran out of substitutions, the game was still a one-sided offensive and defensive exercise. In the next ten minutes, Clapton couldn't even attack his own half!

"Tsk, this little guy's header is pretty good!"

When Lee Poirot made another clearance, the eyes of new Wimbledon head coach Neil Ardley, who was sitting on the sidelines, lit up.

Assistant coach Neil Cox also noticed this scene:

"You're talking about...the opponent's defender?"

Adele nodded:

"We tried to penetrate the defense line and look for Akinfenwa in these several attacks, but he intercepted him every time. It's hard to believe that these were all accidental."

Cox agreed with his assessment:

"And his body is also very strong. He doesn't look Asian at all."

Adele laughed:

"Don't let him hear it, or he will accuse you of racial discrimination!"

Cox punched him in the chest:

"Please, I'm half-blood myself!"

While the two were talking and laughing, the game had reached the 83rd minute, and Clapton got a free kick opportunity in the frontcourt.

It's a bit embarrassing to say that this is only their second frontcourt free kick so far - because in the previous 83 minutes, they could hardly pose any threat to New Wimbledon's goal.

Cox whistled:

"It's a pity that the opponent is too weak and we can't practice positioning ball defense."

Adelai shrugged his shoulders and did not deny it.

For them, the greatest significance of this game is just to fulfill the agreement between the clubs. Do they still expect to discover a star of hope from a ninth-level amateur team?

Then he saw the young defender whom he called "a pretty good header" trotting towards the frontcourt.

Adelai pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose and smiled slightly:

"Looks like we can practice some defense."