The biggest fanatic in football

Chapter 447 I didn’t want to kick anyone!

Watford, nicknamed the "Bumblebee", lingers like a pestering wasp.

Unlike most mid-tier and lower-tier teams that like to stay tight, their tactical style is more active and open. This can be seen from their equal number of goals and goals conceded in the first 8 rounds - 14 goals each.

Although they conceded a goal in the 12th minute, Watford did not choose conservative tactics, but still tried to play an offensive game with Chelsea.

In the 15th minute, Cesc Fabregas, who was controlling the ball near the center circle, was pressed by Cleverley, but Fabregas did not panic at all. Instead, he calmly made a cool Marseille spin, turning "Smart"

He was so shaken that he did the splits and almost strained his buttocks.

Then the Blues midfielder passed the ball over the top. Pedro crossed into the penalty area from the right and fired a shot from the right rib of the penalty area. Unfortunately, he used too much force and the ball slipped out of the goal.

2 minutes later, this time it was Watford's attack. Ducoure and left wing-back Horebas used a quick one-two to penetrate Lipolo's defense, burning the flames of war to the back of Chelsea.

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But Lee Polo chased back very quickly, and before Horebas could cross the ball, he made a vicious tackle, leaving the 33-year-old football veteran lying on the billboard, unable to get up for a long time.

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The key is that Li Polo scooped the ball accurately, his legs were firmly attached to the ground, and his defensive movements were extremely standard. Even if Horebas broke his leg, it had nothing to do with him!

[Negative emotions from Horebas, +55!]

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In the 24th minute, Fabregas made a long pass to find Hazard, but was promptly cleared by the opponent's defender. Watford got a chance to counterattack. A simple three-foot pass pushed the offense to the core area of ​​the home team's half.

Cahill, Lewis, and Rudiger's defense was very complete. Alonso and Azpilicueta on both wings also retreated simultaneously, with the three players on Watford's front line - Richarlison and Dee

Nigeria and Pereira are not yet at the top three or five.

Therefore, Lipolo did not speed up his retreat, but kept a constant speed, stuck between Ducoure and Cleverley.

Cleverley suddenly changed direction and ran diagonally towards the left rib of the penalty area, as if he was about to catch the ball and shoot in the next second.

Li Polo did not hesitate and immediately stepped forward to catch up, but as soon as he left his position, the football appeared at Ducoure's feet!

Fabregas didn't defend at all, and there was no one around Ducoure!

The core midfielder of the visiting team flicked the ball and reached the top of the penalty area with his bow and arrow!

"Yo ho!"

As soon as he swung his right leg, he heard a whistle ring in his ear, and then a blue afterimage flashed across the turf, grabbing the ball before he could shoot!

"1"!

Ducoure, who was a step too late, could only kick Li Polo in the thigh!

He used so much force in this explosive kick that even Li Polo, who weighed 78kg, was kicked and rolled twice before he stopped...

"Shhh!!!"

The stands at Stamford Bridge suddenly burst into boos, and referee Paul Tierney immediately stopped the game and hurried to the top of the penalty area.

Doucouré, who failed to kick the ball, retracted his right leg with a grin on his face, and then turned to the referee to explain:

"Uh... I didn't stop, but I definitely didn't want to kick him! He is too fast!"

——Heaven and earth testify, he definitely wants to shoot and score goals more than kicking people!

Tierney nodded slightly and did not doubt his explanation. It was just that Lee Polo was kicked too badly. As a referee, he must confirm the player's life safety:

"how are you feeling?"

"Do we need medical personnel to come in?"

Behind Conte, medical director Paco Bioscar was already ready to rush into the field with his team.

But before they even got out of the bench, Li Polo was already struggling to get up from the ground.

"fine……"

Conte and Bioscar were relieved to see that Li Polo seemed to be intact.

Tierney stretched out his left hand and waved it in front of his eyes:

"Are you really okay?"

"Fortunately, no one died."

Li Poluo nodded and rubbed his thigh where he was kicked by Ducoure. An obvious bruise had appeared there:

【This guy is really ruthless!】

[If I hadn’t developed a second plug-in, would this kick have broken my bones?]

Tierney observed his appearance, relaxed slightly, put the whistle in his mouth, and prepared to resume the game.

But Ducoure, who was standing aside, suddenly stopped him:

"Referee, wait a minute!"

He staggered a step and then frowned suddenly:

"My right foot...seems to be injured!"

It was okay if he didn't leave. As soon as he left, he immediately felt a heartbreaking pain spread throughout his body. In just three seconds, he broke out in a cold sweat!

"..."

Tierney watched the French midfielder sit down on the turf, and his cheek muscles couldn't help but tremble.

【Hey, you are the one who kicked the person, okay?】

But as the referee, he did not delay the time, but quickly hooked his hand toward the sidelines, signaling the visiting team's medical staff to enter as soon as possible.

After seeing this scene, the boos in the stands suddenly became louder:

"This guy... is definitely a fraud!"

"We only played for 25 minutes, why is he delaying?"

Watford coach Marco Silva, the Portuguese coach on the sidelines, had a bad feeling.

While he asked the substitute players to come off the field to warm up, he kept mumbling:

"As soon as I saw that guy playing in the midfield, I knew it was impossible to escape from this game!"

Then he was dozens of meters away and saw Ducoure's right ankle rapidly swelling into a ball, and he had to be carried on a stretcher by the team doctor...

"Mad, you're so unlucky!"

The young head coach could only put his hands on his hips and shook his head helplessly:

"Substitute someone else!"

[Negative sentiment from Marco Silva, +166!]

Compared to the head coach, the victim Ducoure was even more tearful!

【I didn’t want to kick anyone at all!】

[I just wanted to take a violent shot, why did I get injured? 】

[Taking a step back, if Li Polo is crippled by this kick, the injury will be worth it!]

[However, his right foot was swollen like a pig's trotter, but Lee Polo was still alive and well, without even a single hair being injured!]

【Dukure, +555!】

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Relying on his rough-skinned and fleshy body, he "injured" the opponent's midfielder and sent him off. Lee Polo felt no sympathy in his heart, but was a little scared:

[Made, luckily his kick was only on the outside of the thigh. If he had moved it further between the legs, I would have been dead!]

【I have only been married for half a month!】

[If you dare to kick me, I will make you pay the price!]

He looked at Ducoure, whose ankles had turned into pig's trotters, and pondered for three seconds:

【It’s not easy for everyone, let’s forget it this time!】

(End of chapter)