The biggest fanatic in football

September 17th.

1:20 p.m.

Chelsea welcomed Arsenal, also from London City, at Stamford Bridge.

"In order to take care of Asian TV fans, this London City derby is scheduled to be played in the early morning of British time. We hope that the players on both sides will not feel too much discomfort."

Zhan Jun, thousands of miles away, started his commentary work at 8:20 in the evening:

"But fortunately, there is a light rain in London today, so it won't make people feel hot."

Zhang Lu laughed:

"Hey, the turf after the rain... will be even more slippery! It's rare to see people on both sides flip over on their backs, with their feet in the air!"

Zhan Jun smiled knowingly and noticed the broadcast screen:

"The players from both sides have lined up and can enter the field at any time... Oh? Does Li Polo want to say hello to the other player's players cordially again?"

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"Where are your numbers 7 and 10?"

Looking at Lacazette standing side by side with him at the back of the team, Lee Polo easily found the topic:

"Is Sanchez because of contract renewal issues, or because he doesn't dare to play against me?"

Lacazette looked at him expressionlessly, without any response or any negative emotion.

"..."

Looking at his full beard, Li Polo couldn't help but wanted to say, "Your beard is so ugly," but he still held it back.

[The reason why I, Lee Polo, am invincible in the world is because of my real strength, but I will never laugh at the appearance of the other party!]

So he gave up provoking Lacazette and instead said hello to Mustafi, his old partner in Valencia:

"Man, I hope we can still be friends after this game!"

Mustafi, who was absent from the Community Shield, smiled a little reluctantly:

"As an old friend who will be attending your wedding in two weeks, may I make a request?"

Li Polo hugged him enthusiastically:

"you say."

Mustafi lowered his voice:

"During the game...can you please stop talking to me?"

Li Poluo let go of his arms, his face full of disappointment:

"I thought you would cherish this opportunity to meet me and couldn't wait to catch up with me!"

Mustafi pushed him away:

"No, I don't want to!"

"I just want to finish this game quietly!"

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"drop"

A few minutes later, referee Michael Oliver blew the whistle to start the game.

Lacazette, who was standing on the center line, passed the ball back, and Arsenal, playing away from home, began to organize the first offensive.

"Arsenal's formation today is biased towards 343. The goalkeeper is still the old Blues player Petr Cech, and the three central defenders are Monreal, Mustafi, Koscielny, Ramsey and Xhaka in the middle.

The famous wing-backs are Kolasinac and Bellerín. On the striker, Lacazette is forward, and Welbeck and Yinwobi are on the left and right..."

After reporting the visiting team’s starting lineup, Zhan Jun turned to the home team:

"Chelsea also ranked 343, with goalkeeper Courtois and three central defenders Cahill, Luis, Azpilicueta, Kante and Cesc Fabregas in the midfield, with Alonso and Moses on the left and right.

On the front line, Lee Polo, who was rested in the Champions League in midweek, returned to the starting lineup, and on his left and right sides were Pedro and Willian."

He glanced at the bench on the sidelines:

"Hazard, who performed well in midweek, is temporarily on standby on the bench. Fans who want to see Li Polo and Hazard cooperate with each other to kill everyone may have to wait for some time."

Zhang Lu looked at Li Polo expectantly:

"I heard that Li Bo is getting married soon. They say people are in high spirits during happy events. I hope he can give his best performance in this game!"

Zhan Jun laughed and devoted his attention to the game:

"Arsenal's lineup clearly wants to strengthen the midfield. Ramsey, Xhaka, and Kolasinac are all the leading players in the team, but in this way, they seem to be missing a player.

A brain that directs and dispatches..."

Zhang Lu nodded slightly:

"We can't... let Welbeck and Yin Wobi be in charge of the organization, right?"

Before he could finish his words, Arsenal launched a threatening offensive.

In the 3rd minute, Yin Wobi advanced with the ball. The right wing back Bellerin suddenly stepped forward. Yin Wobi quickly separated the sides. Bellerin shook off Alonso and made a pass!

The football flew over the heads of Cahill and Lewis, and flew towards the left rib of the penalty area.

Bellerin did not intend to pass to Lacazette in the middle. His target was Welbeck who was outflanking on the left!

After all, among Chelsea's three defenders, Cahill and Luiz are 1.93 meters and 1.89 meters respectively, but Azpilicueta is only 1.78 meters!

Sure enough, Welbeck, who is 1.85 meters tall, took advantage of his height advantage to grab the spot. Unfortunately, Bellerín's pass was a bit too fast, which prevented him from exerting force comfortably. The top shot slightly missed the goal frame, but it also allowed Kuhl to hit the ball.

Tuva broke into a cold sweat.

Wenger on the sidelines secretly shouted: "What a pity!"

[If you can get the upper hand at the beginning, the rest of the game will be much easier!]

Unfortunately, the truth is always cruel. Just two minutes after Welbeck missed the opportunity, Chelsea almost played the same routine.

Pedro advanced with the ball, attracting Xhaka's defense, but he suddenly passed the ball to Alonso from the left.

This time it's Alonso's turn to break through Bellerin!

Facing Bellerin, who is the fastest in the Arsenal team, Alonso, as a Spanish fellow, did everything right. He forced his speed to break into the left rib of the penalty area, and then completed a pass before the football was about to roll out of the bottom line.

Foot cross!

Before he passed the ball, Chelsea's style of play was exactly the same as Arsenal's before!

But the target of Alonso's cross is not William on the right, but Lee Polo in the center!

Between Monreal, who is 1.79 meters tall, and Mustafi, who is 1.84 meters tall, Lee Polo successfully seized the opportunity!

Although Mustafi's hands had already grabbed his jersey, he still completed the final head shake!

Cech took a step forward, but the next second, a trace of disbelief appeared on his face!

The football did not hit the near post from top to bottom, but bounced on Lee Polo's head, then flew up again, drawing an arc in the air!

Hazard, who was sitting on the bench, took a breath:

【Heading topspin again?!】

He and Bashua Yin looked at each other:

【This is really not bullshit luck!】

【He has mastered it!】

Remy, who was sitting in the corner, immediately took out his small notebook and prepared to record every move of the bench players truthfully:

[At 5 minutes and 40 seconds of the first half, Hazard and Batshuayin looked at each other and seemed to have little respect for Polo's header skills...]

[They must think that Brother Polo’s header is shit luck!]

But in the next second, he saw Hazard and Batshuayin stand up at the same time and applauded the No. 1 forward on the field!

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Chelsea scored first in the 6th minute!

Conte punched hard on the sidelines, seeming to want to demonstrate to Wenger who was a few steps away.

Wenger just sighed and sat down in his seat again.

Zhan Jun, who was far away, explained his mood for him:

"Wenger is feeling miserable!"

"Chelsea's shooting can be handed over to Lee Poirot, who averages four goals per game, but Arsenal's final shot can be handed over to Welbeck, who can't score four goals in a month!"

Zhang Lu laughed "hehe":

"This is not a player of the same level at all!"

Zhan Jun flipped through the information in his hand and added:

"I'm sorry, what I said just now is not quite accurate. In last season, Welbeck scored a total of 2 goals... I shouldn't compare him with Lee Polo at all!"