The biggest fanatic in football

Chapter 484 Mr. Shinco Golden Ball? Public enemy of all Britain!

(This should be Chapter 115)

"The end of the Melo era? Mr. Golden Ball's domineering declaration!"

"He scored 140 goals in 2017! He beat Messi 18 times!"

"Lee Polo won 86% of the votes! The most unsuspicious Golden Globe Award in history!"

"The era of the Blues has begun, and Abramovich is delighted!"

…

When Lee Polo returned to London on Abramovich's private plane, the entire world of football was in a state of chaos.

"You are such a topical figure!"

Abu laughed while smoking his cigar.

Seeing the smoke rising from his mouth, Li Polo subconsciously tilted his head back.

Abu noticed his expression, and the wealthy boss immediately put the Cuban cigar he had just smoked into the ashtray:

"Sorry, I forgot you don't like the taste."

Of course Li Polo saw his actions:

"Thank you, Roman."

One good thing about Abu is that he is very approachable.

As long as you have the strength, you can appear in his box at any time and have a drink with him!

Abu put away the cigar box, raised the goblet and shook it gently:

"Congratulations to you again. But...for this Ballon d'Or, strictly speaking, Valencia Club deserves more credit, right?"

Li Polo smiled:

"Indeed. But... by this time next year, I will have a Ballon d'Or that 100% belongs to Chelsea."

Abu took a sip of wine and nodded with satisfaction:

"So I have always admired your confidence and courage. The atmosphere in the team recently should be pretty good, right?"

He seemed to just ask casually, but Li Polo understood immediately.

Abramovich's control over the locker room is actually more reliable than he thought.

He definitely has his own set of channels!

Of course, Li Poluo could report to his boss, but he did not disclose anything and responded lightly:

"The atmosphere within the team is very good and everything is moving in the right direction."

Abu did not reveal his answer, but raised his glass for the second time:

"If you have any questions, you can come to me."

Li Polo raised his glass and touched it gently:

"My biggest question is whether the club can afford my goal bonus."

Abu laughed heartily and drank the wine in one gulp.

-

December 9, morning.

Lee Polo brought the Ballon d'Or to the Chelsea FC office building.

It's not that he wants to show off in front of his coaches and teammates, but...the club needs to carry out publicity activities.

After all, although most of the credit goes to Valencia, he is still the first Ballon d'Or to win this award while playing for the Chelsea club since its establishment!

Since Conte has already led the team away to prepare for the 16th round of the game, Chelsea's official TV station only conducted a short exclusive interview with Lee Polo, plus video clips shot in advance, which were edited and broadcast on their own online TV station

After it was launched, it was liked and retweeted hundreds of thousands of times in just one hour.

Chelsea general manager Marina also sent him a message:

"As the Ballon d'Or clause has been activated, the club will pay an additional £10 million in bonuses within seven working days."

Agent Alan Barnett was even more excited and jumped up and down:

"All 26 of your sponsor brands will pay extra for the Golden Globe Award! Based on the average of 2 million per brand, you can earn at least 50 million this time!"

Li Polo glanced at him:

"I told you a long time ago, you won't lose a penny."

As an agent, they will get a share of every bonus in Li Polo's income!

Allen smiled broadly, raised his wrist and glanced at the time:

"I'll treat you to lunch, and then let's go watch the away game together!"

-

During this feast, Lee Polo gave Allen a small butchery, but he didn't care at all as he was about to receive a share of nearly 10 million.

When Lee Polo arrived at the London Olympic Stadium, the home of West Ham United, it was already 1:30 in the afternoon.

Although the temperature in London in December is still between 5 and 6 degrees Celsius, it feels chilly to the bone, especially... there are snowflakes in the sky today.

"Aren't you cold, Alan?"

Looking at the agent who was only wearing a suit, Li Polo was a little surprised by his ability to withstand freezing.

Allen, who was hot in his heart, shook his head indifferently:

"How can such a little snowflake stop my enthusiasm to cheer for Chelsea?"

After revealing his identity as a visiting team player, Lee Polo successfully entered the stadium.

Since it was halftime, it was not uncommon for fans to come and go.

Lee Polo noticed that many fans wearing Hammer scarves all had happy faces, and some were singing their own team song loudly.

After entering the stadium, he immediately looked up at the big screen:

West Ham United 1:0 Chelsea.

"How did this happen?"

He sat down on the bench.

Remy immediately came forward:

"Anautovic scored in the 6th minute."

Li Polo raised his chin slightly:

"A little more detailed?"

Remy opened his little notebook:

"The one who was marking him was Christensen. Arnautovic and Lanzini hit the wall and cooperated. Christensen relaxed his guard and let him enter our penalty area..."

Li Polo shrugged his shoulders:

"This kid...has started too many times recently, and he has become slack, right?"

Remy didn't have much objection, because he knew in his heart that even if Christensen was replaced, he would not be replaced...

After all, I am a striker!

-

A few minutes later, the game changed sides in the second half.

Seeing Li Polo appear on the bench, Conte was obviously stunned for a moment.

"Congratulations again!"

Although he immediately came over and hugged Mr. Shinco Golden Ball, everyone could see that his face did not look good.

Facing a relegation team away from home, the score was 0:1 at halftime. Doesn’t this tell everyone:

"Without Lee Polo, I, Kong Er, would never have won the game?"

"Last season's Premier League champions just took advantage of Mourinho's legacy?"

Conte stamped his feet and shouted at Hazard:

"Strengthen my attack!"

-

Azar is also very aggrieved.

I dribbled the ball crazily in the first half and even took the ball from the midfield without any effort, but... West Ham's defense is really tough!

He took 5 shots in 45 minutes, but none of them hit the target.

As for his partner Batshuayi, he was completely submerged in the opponent's defensive players. He probably didn't touch the ball more than 20 times in the entire first half...

Looking at Batshuayi like a headless fly, Hammers coach Moyes sneered:

"You should feel honored. This is the defensive tactic I customized for Li Polo!"

"Conte, even if you are the defending champion, you can only do nothing in my home court, right?"

Moyes, who was in a happy mood, subconsciously glanced at Conte not far away.

He did see a bitter look on Kong Er's face, but the next second, Moyes' smile froze at the corner of his mouth.

His peripheral vision inadvertently glanced at the bench behind Conte.

He saw a handsome and handsome face:

[Negative sentiment from David Moyes, +48!]

Moyes took a deep breath, put away all the lightheartedness, and shouted to the players on the field:

"Steady! Steady!"

His mind suddenly became confused, and he was a little unsure about his tactics for the second half.

[Should we continue to defend and counterattack, or should we strengthen our offense and expand the score?

If Mr. Golden Ball is offended, will he get angry and come on as a substitute?

Conte, an old silver coin, actually put Lee Polo on the bench from the beginning!

Conte and Chelsea FC are simply inhumane!

The most blood-sucking capitalist shed tears when he saw it!

He just attended the Golden Globe Awards Ceremony, can't he be given a day off?】

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"Moyes does have something. Although the Hammers are currently in a state of relegation, Moyes has won 4 of the past 5 home games against the defending champions, 3 of which were against Italian coaches, namely

Ancelotti, Mancini, Ranieri. Will Conte be the fourth?"

As the game entered the final half hour, England commentator Lineker couldn't help but look forward to it.

Sitting opposite him is Manchester City legend Ian Wright, who is even more looking forward to it than Lineker:

"Although Moyes coached Manchester United, at this moment, I am his supporter!"

Resident guest Carragher could only shrug:

"In order to make the Premier League more suspenseful this year, I also hope that West Ham United can stop Chelsea's winning streak!"

But before they finished talking, Conte on the sidelines made substitutions.

"..."

The live broadcast room suddenly fell into silence.

But a few seconds later, Lineker breathed a sigh of relief:

"Alonso and Azpilicueta, who performed poorly in this game, were replaced by Criscito and Willian. Conte also adjusted the two wing-backs. It seems that he is preparing to strengthen the attack on the wing...

…”

William, who had just come on the scene, used a sharp breakthrough to open a gap in the center of the Hammers, and then fired furiously from the right rib of the penalty area!

Unfortunately, under the snowflakes all over the sky, the turf was obviously a little slippery. William's foot slipped when he was shooting, and the shot shot straight into the blue sky!

"Nice cum! Brazilian monkey!"

"You are our fourth centre-back!"

The home fans booed unbridled.

William, who was proud of his breakthrough just now, suddenly blushed.

Wright grinned:

"This snowstorm is a God-given opportunity! Dribbling masters like Hazard, Willian, and Pedro can only use 70% of their strength!"

Carragher asked seriously:

"Are you sure this snow... is only good for West Ham?"

Wright was stunned for a moment:

"What do you mean?"

Carragher clasped his hands on his chest and leaned back slightly:

"No matter how heavy the snow falls, will it not affect heading?"

Wright's face darkened.

This was what he was most worried about!

In the 66th minute, Hazard and Batshuayi also hit the wall and cooperated. There was still some tacit understanding between the two Belgian teammates, but the final shot of the goalkeeper also did not hit the right spot. The football missed the post and slid out.

.

Three minutes later, Willian was tripped during a breakthrough, and Cesc Fabregas' free kick finally hit the goal, allowing Chelsea to achieve 0 breakthrough shots on target in the entire game...

"15 shots, 1 shot on target..."

Lineker looked at the data on the screen, but did not dare to laugh with schadenfreude.

Because... he has already seen that on Chelsea's bench, someone took off his heavy down jacket and put on the substitute's yellow vest!

Wright's lips trembled:

"Conte... seems to have no intention of letting him appear!"

"Is he taking the initiative?"

Carragher couldn't help but feel unhappy for Conte:

"Antonio, if you are still the coach of Chelsea, you should stop him from playing!"

"When we play football, the head coach is the supreme presence in the locker room! Even a legendary captain like Gerrard does not dare to change the head coach's tactical intentions!"

"Antonio, put Li Polo to death on the bench!"

"The whole Premier League supports you!"

A burst of harsh boos suddenly sounded in the sky above the London Olympic Stadium!

Listening to the boos in the audience, Li Polo felt a chill!

[I just won the Golden Globe Award on behalf of England, why are you treating me like this?

Do you only see the interests of West Ham United, but not our British Empire?

Tear up your household registration books! You don’t deserve to be British!]

[Then let me wake you up completely! Teach you how to be patriotic correctly!]

(End of chapter)