The biggest fanatic in football
Chapter 45 No one can slap me in the face!
"drop!"
Oliver frowned and returned to the heavy rain.
Throughout the first half, the referee, who believed in the creed of "Nothing is for the name, but the eye is for the blind" did not become the protagonist of the game, but allowed the players on both sides to play freely.
Apart from showing a yellow card to Mustafi, who turned ruthlessly and tackled Lee Poirot fiercely, he did not make any unnecessary moves.
In the second half, he decided to do it again!
"If it was just light rain in the first half, then after a 15-minute break, it is now pouring rain at Stamford Bridge..."
Even through the screen, Zhan Jun could clearly see a dense curtain of rain falling from the sky.
Twenty-two players and three referees were engulfed by the rain as soon as they stepped onto the field.
As for the more than 40,000 live fans, they are much luckier. Stamford Bridge is not a completely open-air stadium. There is a roof covering the stadium. Except for some fans at the front, most fans can watch the game safely.
Li Polo saw a slightly dark face in the heavy rain.
Sanchez, who had been on the bench in the first half, entered the game at this time.
"Hey, you're here? Is Wenger going to send you to turn defeat into victory?"
Li Polo said hello to the opponent's big figure through the layers of rain.
Sanchez was the only Arsenal player to actively swap shirts with him after the FA Cup final two seasons ago.
The Chilean striker sent him an invitation at that time:
"Come to the Premier League, I look forward to playing against you again! Next time, I will definitely win!"
Now, they are playing against each other again after two years, but Arsenal is already 0:4 behind!
Sanchez is not happy at all!
He turned his head away with a frown.
[The rain is so heavy that I can’t hear you!]
[Arsene Wenger, why are you sending me out at this time? 】
[Had I known that, I would have imitated Liverpool’s Coutinho and said he had an injury on his back!]
[Made, I am still too dedicated!]
[Negative sentiment from Alexis Sanchez, 77!]
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Although he was reluctant and cursed, when the game started, Sanchez still devoted himself to the game as always.
From the left to the center, you can see him everywhere. As the highest-paid and only big player in the Arsenal team, he spares no effort on both offense and defense.
Even in the 48th minute, he once retreated to the full-back position to assist Kolasinac in cutting off William's through ball to Lee Poirot.
Unfortunately, Arsenal's frontcourt cooperation was interfered with by the slippery turf. Yin Wobi, who was advancing with the ball, slipped under his feet and fell to the top of the center circle, allowing Louis to easily steal...
Chelsea's style of play is much simpler.
Louis opened his long legs, took a few steps forward, then raised his right leg and made a long pass!
His goal is extremely clear, which is to forcefully hit the back of Arsenal's defense!
Let the front trident and the opponent's three defenders compete for opportunities!
The rain is so heavy and the field is so slippery, the penalty area is full of opportunities!
Those forwards whose wages are so high should fight with each other in the mud!
Sure enough, Arsenal's penalty area suddenly became noisy.
Mustafi almost did not hesitate and directly hugged Lee Polo around the waist!
Two old teammates who had played side by side for a whole season and lifted the La Liga and King's Cup trophies together fell to the ground at the same time in the penalty area!
"drop!"
[These guys, can’t they let me run a few steps less? 】
The referee Oliver shook his head, quickly ran to the penalty area, took out two cards from his pocket, and held them up one by one in the order of first yellow and then red.
Zhan Jun raised his voice slightly:
"Two yellows turned into one red. Mustafi used a red card and a penalty kick to prevent his old teammates from advancing forward!"
Zhang Lu also shook his head and sighed:
"This is professional football. Before the game started, they were talking, laughing, hugging each other in the tunnel, reminiscing about old times, but when they get to the field, they only have their opponents!"
"Made, please be gentler!"
Although he was well prepared, perhaps because the turf was too slippery, Lee Polo failed to maintain his center of gravity in the end. The fall caused stars in his eyes and he could not get up for a long time.
Mustafi was also out of breath, but he still cursed:
"Who told you to only aim at me and sprint here! If I let you go, you will be regarded as a traitor when you return to the locker room!"
Li Poluo took a breath, regained a little strength, and reached out to push him away from him:
"It doesn't matter if you get a red card, you don't have to go through the torture of hell anymore!"
Mustafi was silent for a moment, then raised his fist and hit him on the chest:
"Won't you comfort your old friend?"
Li Polo nodded, then raised his right hand:
"Referee, he was dissatisfied with your decision and actually beat me in public!"
"It must be handed over to the FA for severe punishment! Let his career be ruined!"
【Negative sentiment from Mustafi, 444!】
Mustafi jumped up from the ground, stared and cursed:
"Li Polo, you are not a human when you ride on a horse!"
"Just wait, on October 10th, I will bring a ton of tnt to send you the most sincere wedding blessings!"
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The turmoil ended with Lee Polo giving in completely.
For his wedding ceremony, he had to explain to the referee:
"We are just joking!"
Oliver didn't want to work overtime to write any appeal materials, so he pointed to Mustafi on the sidelines:
"Get off the field quickly and don't affect the penalty kick."
Li Polo then raised his eyes and looked at the huge electronic screen.
Because a lot of time was wasted in the quarrel between him and Mustafi, the game had reached the 49th minute and 23rd second.
The corner of his mouth grinned involuntarily:
[What should I do? g, I promised to score a goal within 5 minutes, but now I am going to be slapped in the face? 】
[Hazard, the first penalty taker in the team, is still resting on the sidelines. Fabregas will definitely not dare to compete with me for the right to take the penalty...otherwise...]
He immediately shook his head to deny his idea, exited the penalty area step by step, and gave up the right to take the penalty.
[I really want to be a ball dominating player, but my bottom line is not to take penalty kicks!]
[As many people know, penalty kicks do not count as goals!]
[Besides... wouldn't it be even more embarrassing if the penalty kick couldn't be scored? 】
Of course Fabregas knew the rhetoric that Big Brother Polo said in the locker room, so he was even more entangled than Lee Polo.
Seeing Lee Polo exiting the penalty area, he carefully walked to the 12-yard point, carefully checked the flatness of the field, and placed the football on it.
By the time he finished everything, the time was already 49 minutes and 45 seconds.
【what to do?】
[How can Brother Polo’s face be left here?]
His mind was full of distracting thoughts, which even affected his subsequent penalty kick.
The penalty he took deceived Cech, but failed to deceive the goal and hit the crossbar directly!
There was a sigh in the stands at Stamford Bridge.
【Oops!】
Fabregas hugged his head in frustration, only to see a black shadow covering the sky in the restricted area.
Li Polo smiled as he soared into the air.
He even wanted to say thank you to Fabregas who missed the penalty!
He almost rubbed Xiaofa's shoulder and grabbed the rebounded football!
Cech's eyes widened and he struggled to get up from the goal line, trying to block the city he was guarding.
But he only heard a "swish" sound, and a rotating black shadow passed by his eyes!
The wind and rain kicked up by the football hit Cech mercilessly in the face!
The cold icy rain slapped Cech's face randomly.
The Czech goalkeeper conceded five goals in a row in 50 minutes!
[Negative sentiment from Petr Cech, 555!]
"Crack!"
Li Polo pressed Fabregas's shoulder with one hand and fell heavily to the ground.
He turned to look at the electronic screen high in the sky.
49 minutes and 52 seconds!
Chelsea 5, Arsenal 0!
【Ha ha ha ha!】
He laughed wildly in his heart, then stretched out his right hand towards his own coaching bench, fully extending the five fingers.
Conte shook his head, but also showed a bright smile and extended his right hand to him.
The Italian coach even had a flash of inspiration.
He came up with ways to stimulate the team boss.
I saw him quickly rushing to the sidelines and yelling at Li Polo:
"If you have the ability... you can score 5 more!"
Not far away, Wenger's knees softened and he almost fell to his knees in the command area!
[Please Conte, just be a human being!]
[Go bully Guardiola, Mourinho, and Klopp!]
[I am retiring this season, please let me go!]
[Negative sentiment from Arsene Wenger, 1444!]
【Away team fans, 8448!】
【Gun fans across the country, 88488!】
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