The biggest fanatic in football

Chapter 47 Cruel Records

"Lee Polo once again completed a record. He became the first player in Premier League history to score six goals in a single game!"

Zhan Jun took out the data prepared in advance:

"Before this season, only five players had completed five goals in a single game. They were Andy Cole during the Manchester United period, Alan Shearer, the legendary Newcastle striker, and Defoe during the Tottenham Hotspur period.

The dashing Berbatov of Manchester United, and Aguero of Manchester City. In the second and third rounds of this season, Lee Polo also performed five blessings respectively, but today, he surpassed those legendary shooters and alone

Climb to a higher level of the temple!"

Zhang Lu said "ah" in sudden realization:

"Hehe, so he only scored 4 goals in the last round in order to... accumulate more momentum today?"

Zhan Jun looked at him and smiled:

"Zhang Zhi, I'm a little scared now!"

Zhang Lu raised half of his eyebrows, showing a puzzled expression:

"Fear?"

Just listen to this commentator explain:

"Seeing Lee Poirot scoring goals is like chopping melons and vegetables. Three or four goals in one game, or even five or six goals. Will we not get used to it when we watch other games?"

Zhang Lu was stunned for a moment, and then answered him with a burst of continuous laughter:

"Haha, hehe, hahaha!"

After he stopped laughing, the guest became slightly more serious:

"That's because in recent games, Chelsea's opponents are either Manchester City or Arsenal. These giant teams often have to attack them because of their appearance, which gives him frequent opportunities to score goals.

If he meets Mourinho's Manchester United, or Simeone's Atletico Madrid, or those teams in the relegation zone, when they defend resolutely and set up their buses, it will be the time to really test Li Polo's offensive ability!

Zhan Jun patted his thigh:

"Zhang Zhi still sees clearly. We should also calm down from the frenzy of Lee Polo's consecutive goals."

He glanced at the information in his hand:

"Although Lee Poirot has scored 20 league goals this season and has almost locked up the Premier League Golden Boot,... the real test for him and Chelsea has yet to come!"

Comments suddenly appeared in the chat room on the side of the screen:

"You scored 20 goals in four games and you still say you haven't been tested?"

"How can you put Aguero, Kane, Salah, Mane, Lukaku, Morata... these so-called super forwards in trouble? Their combined number of goals in the first five rounds was less than 20, right?

"If I were Lee Polo, I would definitely jump into the live broadcast room and blow the commentator's head off!"

"The person upstairs knows nothing. As a commentator, you must be neutral and objective!"

"Am I the only one who thinks that Brother Jun is doing Li Polo... Versailles?"

Entering the last 20 minutes, Conte replaced Fabregas and Cahill one after another, and replaced the muddy starting players with young Golovin and Rudiger.

Hazard, who was originally on the playing list, was ignored by Conte.

——Kong Er was worried that the ball-playing king, who had just returned from injury, would have another accident in the swamp...

Wenger on the other side made no move.

He looked at Ospina, Mertesacker, Theo Walcott, Niles, Elneny and Giroud on the bench, and really didn't know who could be replaced to save the current situation.

Already 0:6 behind, even if Ronaldo and Messi are tied here, it is impossible to complete the comeback!

In the 73rd minute, Sanchez forced an inward shot and was blocked by Rudiger in advance. Alonso sent a long pass from the left. Lee Polo scrambled in the frontcourt and then pushed forward. William dribbled the ball to the top of the penalty area and kicked it.

Long shot.

Cech was almost numb, facing this fast and heavy shot, he had no reaction at all, 7:0!

Four minutes later, this time it was Kanter who stole the ball from Ramsey who was trying to take a long shot, and then Alonso made another long pass and found Pedro, who was the left winger.

After all, age is not forgiving. The Sabres, who had just turned 30, fought in the rain for 80 minutes, and his physical fitness declined significantly. He had obviously got a chance to stand alone, but he failed to control his strength when the final kick was made, and the football went directly out the door.

Seeing the Sabers in such a mess, Conte just used up the last substitution, and Batshuayin got the chance to go into battle.

Batshuayin glanced at Azar, who was expressionless, and then at Remy, who was holding his shoulders, and took off his pants.

After he finished warming up, he took off his yellow vest again.

Azar suddenly reminded me:

"Cooperate more with your teammates!"

Bashuayin nodded knowingly and walked towards the arena.

Pedro patted him on the shoulder and did not forget to remind him:

"Watch Bellerin, he's too fast!"

Pedro, who returned to the bench, glanced at Remy and Hazard and asked a little strangely:

"When did the relationship between you two become so close?"

Azar forced a smile:

"Am I not inviting Luwak to have a drink with me tonight?"

Remy resisted:

"I'm a professional player. I won't drink unless I have a day off...ah!"

There was a sudden burning pain in his shoulder.

Azar smiled even brighter:

"I also invited Polo, you won't even give him face, right?"

Remy was stunned for a moment, and immediately put his arm around Azar's shoulders:

"Go, of course you go! Eden, just be prepared! I'm going to kill you today!"

In the 82nd minute, Batshuayin, who had just come on as a substitute, had his highlight moment.

He was so powerful that he bullied Koscielny for a while. When the Arsenal captain completely lost his focus, Batshua Yin knocked the ball back to the center. Lee Polo took a lunge and got ahead of Monreal.

Completed a light push!

Cech had completely given up the save, but Lee Polo's shot stopped in front of the goal...

"???"

Three question marks slowly appeared on Li Bolin's forehead.

The live camera quickly gave a replay:

There is an obvious mud hole on Arsenal's goal line!

The football he played just fell into this pit!

Cech then pounced on the food like a vicious dog, pressing the stationary football under his body, completely ignoring that the original color of his jersey could not be clearly seen...

[Wouldn’t it be over if you ejaculated early! What a low shot!]

Batshuayin, who was devastated to lose the goal bonus, almost cursed.

[I fed it to your mouth, but you didn’t even kick it in!]

Just 3 minutes later, Golovin took another long-range shot. The ball deflected off Koscielny's toes and then flew over the crossbar and straight into the stands.

William's corner kick was aimed directly at Lee Poirot, but two strong men, Koscielny and Kolasinac, had joined forces to stand between him and the goal. He couldn't even turn around and could only barely jump up.

Batshua Yin touched the ball to the side!

Arsenal's defensive power was almost restrained by the three high points of Lee Poirot, Louis, and Rudiger. There was no one within three meters around Batshua Yin, who was slightly further away from the goal. He only needed to stretch his foot.

Pad, the football hits the net!

8:0!

Batshua Yin hugged Lee Polo who gave him an assist:

"Brother Polo, your transmission is so beautiful!"

【???】

【This traitor!】

【How come you and Lee Polo are hugging each other so affectionately?!】

Hazard, who was sitting on the sidelines, couldn't help but use his hands so hard that it hurt so much that Remy next to him almost punched him in the face!

In the 88th minute, Batshuayin repaid his kindness and made continuous breakthroughs on the left, attracting Bellerin and Koscielny. Then he suddenly stopped and turned around, sweeping the ball to the center.

Lee Polo did not choose a low shot this time, but hit the goal hard!

Cech closed his eyes and simply raised his hands in surrender!

[Is there any difference between 8:0 and 9:0? 】

[Negative sentiment from Petr Cech, 44...]

The former Blues goalkeeper has been beaten by Chelsea!

Looking at the painful tank soldiers, William, Luis, and Azpilicueta all showed unbearable expressions.

William, who was nearest, ran to the door and patted his old teammate on the back with sympathy:

"Sorry, man."

Cech shook his head slightly, but his expression was extremely lonely.

In 2015, Cech, who was robbed of the League Cup title by Lee Poirot, left Chelsea, where he had played for more than ten years.

In 2017, Cech, who played for Arsenal, was beaten to the point of mental collapse by Lee Polo, who had just moved to Chelsea!

"Hahaha!"

Conte no longer knew how to celebrate on the sidelines. All his celebrations had been rehearsed for the previous eight goals, so he could only laugh out loud at this moment.

Wenger, who was a few meters away, subconsciously tightened his small jacket, but after pulling it for a long time, he couldn't pull the zipper on his chest...

Seeing the silver-haired professor disheveled in the wind, even Kong Er couldn't bear it.

He suddenly heard a whisper:

"We scored 5 goals in the second half and had an accidental injury that lasted 5 minutes. All things considered, we should have at least 8 minutes of added time..."

This is the fourth official communicating with the referee through the headset.

Kong Er stupefied him and held his shoulders:

"What a joke, wait until we finish celebrating, then just end the game!"

The fourth official was stunned for a moment:

"This must be done in consultation with the visiting team."

He walked quickly towards Wenger:

"Well, Arsene, we are not going to give any more injury time. Do you agree?"

Wenger wrapped his little jacket tightly, and his silver hair was blown into a chicken coop.

He raised his eyes blankly:

"ah?"

This famous marshal who had long been successful showed his age and weakness at this moment!

He is 68 years old!