The biggest fanatic in football

April 29th.

Madrid, Santiago Bernabeu Stadium.

Lee Polo followed his teammates out of the tunnel.

He looked around, looked at the empty activity on the high platform, and smiled silently.

The Bernabeu, which can accommodate nearly 90,000 spectators, has less than one-tenth of its attendance rate today! Moreover, among these thousands of spectators, the vast majority are visiting team fans who have flown in from Valencia!

Huge Bat Legion flags, player portraits and posters were fluttering in the wind in the stands of the away team fans. Only the singing of Valencia echoed in the sky above the Bernabeu!

"Get up, Valencia!

Long live Valencia!

She is the best!

Get up, Valencia!

Long live Valencia!

She stays in our hearts!

Her fans will always follow her,

On all pitches!

She will win the game!"

Li Poluo pursed his lips with some regret:

[Today, I am destined not to be able to harvest the negative emotions of Meilingers!]

[Seeing... I am only 150,000 experience points away from leveling up!]

Facing Real Madrid's substitute lineup, which had already taken the initiative to show weakness, the game lost suspense early on.

In the 4th minute, Feguli used a breakthrough to create a free kick opportunity, but unfortunately Parejo shot directly out of the door.

Just 3 minutes later, Lee Polo received a through ball from DePaul from the left, stopped the ball inside the penalty area, and shot the ball in one go. Unfortunately, he used too much force and failed to find a good angle, and the football hit the goal post hard.

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It wasn't until the 17th minute that Valencia shot on goal for the first time: Rodrigo made a fake pass from the left and sent a half-high ball to Lee Polo. Valencia No. 9 just grabbed the ball ahead of Nacho.

, easily beat the home team's goal...

1:0!

Since there were almost no Real Madrid fans in the stands, Lee Polo completely lost interest in celebrating. He just ran to his own stand and bowed to the fans who had traveled thousands of miles to cheer him up.

In the 25th minute, Li Polo attracted many defenders in the penalty area. Parejo took a diagonal step and shot a cold arrow, but Casilla slapped it out and got a corner kick opportunity.

Captain Pa took the corner kick himself, but Lee Polo was still trapped, so he directly retreated to the far post with two defensive players to create space for his teammates.

Van Dijk, who had the highest point in the team, followed the law. In the end, Jones rubbed his forehead at the near post, and the ball jumped into the net with a "whoosh".

2:0!

If the opponent is just a mid-to-lower team like Elva, when they take the initiative to show weakness, Valencia may not be able to bear to stop.

But...the opponent is Real Madrid!

The more they show weakness, the more excited the Valencia players become!

[You scream, cry, and beg for mercy loudly!]

(Weren’t you crazy in the past few years?]

[Four years ago, didn’t you give us a score of 0:5 at the Mestalla in front of 40,000 fans?] [Why didn’t you show us some mercy at that time?]

[Why should we show mercy to you now that we are powerful?]

In the 31st minute, Feguli sent a through ball from the right. Lee Polo forced his speed on the right rib of the penalty area and was helplessly brought down by the opponent's defender, giving the team a penalty kick.

Standing in the penalty area, Parejo didn't care about youth training at all. Facing Casilla with sweaty palms, he made it in one fell swoop, 3:0!

In the 37th minute, Van Dyke intercepted the ball in the backcourt and directly sent a 60-meter long pass. Lee Polo withstood the defender and headed the ball. Rodrigo received the ball from the left and entered the penalty area, and shot straight into the blind corner!

4:0!

In the 42nd minute, Bernat, who had experienced the 0:5 tragedy, personally dribbled the ball into the frontcourt. Lee Polo understood the defender and opened a gap in the defense for him.

Valencia's 25-meter long shot from the left missed the post and flew into the net!

5:0!

Real Madrid, which had been beaten into pieces, completely gave up their dignity as a giant in the second half. Zidane removed Asensio and replaced Morata with two defensive players. Wanting to pay tribute to Mourinho, they set up a bus at the Bernabeu.

car!

But his plan only lasted for 15 minutes before it was completely shattered due to Valencia's powerful offensive!

In the 61st minute, Feguli cut in from the wing and was knocked down by Nacho. The latter received his second yellow card and was expelled!

Parejo, who stood at the 12-yard point for the second time, suddenly couldn't bear it. By chance, his shot hit the post and bounced back from the left side.

Unfortunately, his weakness was seen through by Lee Polo. Lee Polo, who turned on the plug-in, was the first to rush into the penalty area and easily succeeded in the follow-up shot.

6:0!

Zidane looked up to the sky and sighed, but there was nothing he could do!

He had long expected that Valencia, who owned Li Polo, would be unlikely to show favor to him, but he did not expect that the other party would be so cruel and ruthless!

In the 68th minute, the soft-hearted and womanly Parejo was replaced by Bastian Schweinsteiger. The German, who had no relationship with Real Madrid, had played for less than 5 minutes and used his signature long pass to assist.

Lee Polo completed a hat trick!

7:0!

God."

Spanish TV commentator Valdano was speechless.

As a Real Madrid star, in his memory, the Galacticos have never been in such a mess.

It was obvious that he had surrendered without a fight and was completely showing weakness. Why was he still being pursued and beaten by his opponent?

Are you sure that Valencia will be prosperous forever?

When Li Polo transfers and leaves, you will definitely face crazy revenge from Real Madrid, Barcelona, ​​Atletico Madrid, and even the entire La Liga!

Don’t you understand this truth?

Valdano scratched his hair in pain and secretly made up his mind:

[I want to record the details of this game in my upcoming new book!]

[I have already thought of the title of this chapter:

The end of Real Madrid! The darkest hour of Galacticos!]

Zhan Jun, thousands of miles away, reported a record:

"0:7, this score tied Real Madrid's record for conceding the second most goals in the league. It was also able to score 7 goals for Real Madrid, including Oviedo in the 1947-48 season and Barcelona in the 1950-51 season.

and the Spaniard, and ahead of them was the Spaniard in the 1929-30 season who scored 8 goals

In the 3rd minute after he reported the information, Cancelo sent a cross.

The football bypassed Real Madrid's entire defense, and like a missile with its own tracker, it accurately hit Li Polo on the forehead, and then bounced into the net!

8:0!

Zhan Jun pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose and was about to celebrate Valencia's record-tying, but was interrupted by Zhang Lu's cough. "Let's see, can Valencia still set a new record?"

Sure enough, when the game reached the 88th minute, the situation on the field changed again.

Li Polo's long shot was confiscated by Casilla, but the restless goalkeeper threw the ball directly to Li Polo's feet three seconds later!

Lee Polo accepted the gift with a smile and shot again!

9:0!

He scored five goals in a row at the Bernabeu!

Zhan Jun opened his mouth and shook his head slightly:

"Real Madrid players have thrown themselves into disarray and gave Lee Polo such a great gift!"

He flipped through the information he had prepared again:

“Valencia not only set a new record for Real Madrid’s worst scoreline in La Liga, but also tied Real Madrid’s record for the worst goals conceded in the team’s history.

The previous record was in the summer warm-up match of the 1980-81 season, when Real Madrid lost to Bayern Munich of the Bundesliga with a disparity of 1:9.

Zhang Lu made up his mind:

"But... it was just a friendly match! Real Madrid lost today, hehe!"

"Lee Polo!!!!"

In the sky above the Bernabeu, only Lee Polo's name echoed repeatedly.

He glanced at the empty stands and couldn't help but sigh.

[Where is Cristiano Ronaldo? Where is Bale? Where is Ramos?]

He trotted all the way to Zidane, then jumped up high, threw his hands to both sides of his body, pouted his mouth and let out a low roar:

“siuuuuuuuuuu~-n’

[Negative sentiment from Zidane, 1000!]

[Real Madrid bench, 789!]

[Fans of the home team at the Bernabeu Stadium, 555!]