The biggest fanatic in football

Chapter 430 Kick his nose!

"Wuhu!"

Zhan Jun let out a strange cry:

"Lee Polo completed a super-long header! 4:0!"

Zhang Lu was also amazed:

"This header... is farther than Van Persie's diving header in the World Cup!"

Before he finished speaking, the broadcaster gave the data:

The position of Li Polo's header was 24.8 meters away from the goal!

When Van Persie headed the ball in 2014, half of his feet had already entered the penalty area, which was only 16 meters at most!

The two sides are not on the same level at all!-

[Negative emotions from Oblak, +567!]

The Atletico Madrid goalkeeper knelt on his knees at the top of the arc in the penalty area, which became an excellent backdrop for Lee Polo.

The blue-clad God of War soaring into the sky and the goalkeeper kneeling in despair, this is destined to become a "classic painting" in Lee Polo's career.

The other goalkeeper, Courtois, rushed towards Lipolo along with Luis, preparing to celebrate this super long-distance header together.

"Hahaha!"

While running, Courtois confirmed to Louis:

"Isn't this a great assist from me?"

Luis, who gave the opponent a penalty kick, was extremely grateful to the goalkeeper. After hearing this, he nodded repeatedly:

"It's a must! If the club dares to deduct your assist bonus, I'll cut off Abramovich's head! Hey? Where's Mr. Polo?"

They took a look at the home team's goal, only Oblak was left hiding his face and sighing, while Lee Polo, who had scored four goals in a row, had already arrived in front of Atletico Madrid's bench!

Li Polo, who had just sprinted 60 meters, now sprinted another 30 meters, and made an extremely silky long-distance slide on the field!

He didn't dare to slide off the turf, because he would definitely wear out his knees...

Then... he stopped only 5 meters away from Simeone, raised his hands flat, and stretched out his index and middle fingers, as if he had picked up a Maxim submachine gun and fired wildly at Atletico Madrid's coaching bench and bench!

"Da da, da da da da!"

Simeone, who was already very angry because he conceded the ball again, was suddenly blinded!

[Negative sentiment from Simeone, +1748!]

【Fans at Calderon Stadium, +45886!】

【Atletico Madrid fans nationwide, +423886!】

Seeing the negative emotions rushing toward him crazily, Li Polo finally nodded with satisfaction.

[This is right! These are the Atletico Madrid fans who dare to love and hate!]

When Lee Polo was rejoicing for more than 400,000 experience points, he did not expect that the crisis would befall him in the next second.

"That's too much!"

Simeone finally failed to control his emotions, and in a rage, he flew up and kicked the mineral water bottle on the ground towards Li Polo!

Li Polo, who was still immersed in the harvest experience, was directly hit in the face by this bottle of water!

He lost his center of gravity... his whole body fell back involuntarily and fell hard to the ground!

Feeling the heat gushing out of his nose, Li Polo cursed angrily:

[Made, this time the pretense failed!]

[Simone, if you dare to kick my bottle of water, I will tear you alive today!]

While wiping his nosebleed, he jumped up from the ground, ready to send the unethical Atletico Madrid coach to the Madrid cemetery, when he saw the entire referee team rushing forward.

The main course, Irati, said nothing and directly showed Simeone a red card!

"Dangerous and violent action!"

Seeing Li Polo with blood on his face, Simeone immediately took a step back.

After seeing the red card from the referee, he calmed down, glared at Li Polo fiercely, and walked into the stands angrily.

But he still heard a murderous voice coming from behind:

"You should be lucky that the referee sent you off the field right away!"

Simone snorted and raised his glossy back in disdain:

[What? You can still come and beat me on stage?]

Looking at the retreating figure, Li Polo withdrew his gaze.

[Atletico Madrid lacks their head coach and can only be at my mercy in the last 20 minutes!]

【Challenge 6 goals in 20 minutes!】

[Let Simeone applaud me from the stands!]

The ambitious Li Polo was clenching his fists and preparing to do something big, but he saw Erati also showing him a yellow card.

Then...the referee took out the red card he had just given to Simeone...

Two yellows turn one red!

【???】

Li Polo was stunned:

"Referee! I didn't do anything!"

"Referee! Look at my nosebleed! I am the victim!"

Ilati did not look at the blood on his hands and pointed firmly to the sidelines:

"I warned you not to challenge the home team too much!"

"Your celebration is too much!"

"ah?"

Zhan Jun, who was thousands of miles away, first exclaimed, then shook his head with a wry smile:

"This yellow card is not surprising at all. Lee Polo has provoked Simeone many times in this game. This celebration just now added fuel to the fire..."

Zhang Lu pushed up his reading glasses:

"You are still too young and energetic! This red card... is not worth it!"

Zhan Jun is also worried:

"With two yellows and one red, he will definitely miss the next round of home games against Roma. We will have to see if UEFA will impose additional penalties. If there is still a suspension, the impact will be huge!"

He paused for a moment and comforted the fans:

"Fortunately, Chelsea itself is very strong. Even if Lee Polo misses a few games, they won't be eliminated from the group, right?"

He glanced at the Calderon Stadium, which was filled with boos, and the fierce-looking Atletico Madrid players, and swallowed silently:

【Maybe...?】

"Get out of here! You butcher!"

"Murderer! Go and apologize to Godin!"

"Calderon doesn't welcome you! Madrid doesn't welcome you! Spain doesn't welcome you!"

…

In the end, Li Polo failed to convince Irati, and he could only walk off the field step by step under the watchful eyes of several referees.

Conte, who was standing on the sidelines, sighed and regained his composure from the ecstasy when he just scored.

He immediately faced Li Polo and reached out to pat the player on the back:

"It doesn't matter, I support you!"

He didn't get a response from the player. Instead, he felt that what he was holding in his arms was a steaming but lifeless corpse!

"Hey, kid!"

He couldn't help but shake Li Polo's shoulders, trying to persuade him to cheer up and not lose confidence because of a red card:

"It really doesn't matter...hey?"

Before he finished comforting him, he was pushed away by Li Polo.

I saw this No. 1 player striding onto the stands, and then... walking in the other direction!

Conti was stunned for a moment and looked in the direction in which Li Polo was heading.

About 50 meters away, there was someone who had just found an exclusive seat in the stands...Atletico Madrid head coach, Diego Simeone!

The broadcast cameras were almost immediately focused on this stand!

The front-line director, who was watching the excitement and not taking it too seriously, wished that Polo would immediately wave his iron fist and beat Simeone to death at the Calderon Stadium!

Although this kind of thing is very bloody and cruel to talk about, and will definitely be strongly condemned, and may even scrap Li Polo's career, but...as a media practitioner, who doesn't want to experience a big excitement personally?

Zhan Jun, thousands of miles away, felt a hint of gunpowder:

"Li Polo... seems to be looking for Simone?"

"Could it be that...he wants to continue the grudge just now?"

Zhang Lu was stunned:

"This, this, this...this has to be controlled!"

"Dude, calm down!"

The first person to react was Remy.

The French striker strode over the low guardrail between the bench and the auditorium and dragged him down.

Fabregas, Batshuayi and Mount joined the team as the second echelon.

Four teammates held him tightly, preventing him from taking another step toward the area where the home fans were.

The security personnel all over the stands also moved at this time, and their posts were placed between the two people.

"Why are you stopping me?"