The biggest fanatic in football

Chapter 485 Be yourself!

Chapter 485: Really, just be a human being!

"Let me play, coach!"

Looking at Li Polo who was already standing in front of him, Conte had no reason to refuse.

The team is 0:1 behind. Once it fails, it will hand over the top spot in the standings to Manchester City. Neither the fans nor Abramovich are willing to see such a situation.

Although...such a substitution will undoubtedly seriously challenge the authority of the head coach!

But he knows better than anyone else that Li Polo's influence in the locker room is originally greater than his!

If Lee Polo is not allowed to appear, Conte will face a storm of public opinion beyond imagination!

He could only nod:

"You only have 10 minutes, I will let everyone pass the ball to you!"

Li Polo smiled politely, turned around and started to warm up.

[Do I need you to tell those teammates to pass the ball to me?]

【No need!】

"Li Polo...start warming up!"

Ian Wright finally saw the scene he least wanted to see.

Carragher hugged the back of his head and sighed:

"Between victory and dignity, Conte still gave up his dignity."

"Chelsea may win, but Conte loses everything!"

Lineker glanced at him:

"I didn't expect that Carragher, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, is also a master of dressing room conspiracy theories!"

"Is it because you experienced a lot of similar stories during your time at Liverpool?"

Carragher immediately denied it:

"You are spreading rumors and slander! We, Liverpool, have always been the most united club in the Premier League!"

"Stabilize your position! Don't attack easily, control the ball!"

Looking at Lee Poirot who had already begun to warm up, Moyes immediately conveyed his strategic intentions to the players.

【drag!】

It is now the 78th minute of the game, and they must try to delay the substitution time!

As long as there is no dead ball opportunity, Mr. Golden Ball will not be able to play!

It's best...to postpone it directly to injury time! -

Seeing the West Ham United players frantically kicking in the midfield and backcourt, Lee Polo, who had been warming up for three minutes, felt completely unfazed and even wanted to laugh.

He was not in a hurry at all, but instead used this little time to come up with a nice little idea.

So, while jogging in small steps, he returned to the bench.

Conti frowned slightly but said nothing.

The Hammers supporters in the stands were overjoyed:

"This guy... gave up the appearance?!"

At this moment, even the broadcast camera temporarily left the field and turned to Li Polo, who was sitting back on the bench...

Then, they saw Li Poluo unzip the travel bag he was carrying...

He took out a golden spherical object from his bag.

"Oh! This is the Golden Globes?!"

Remy, who was the first to win the prize, quickly caught the trophy for him and carefully kissed it, showing his bad attitude.

Lee Polo put down his travel bag, took the trophy back into his hands, and walked out of the bench again.

London's Olympic Stadium, which can accommodate 60,000 spectators, was somewhat silent at this moment.

Everyone looked at him intently, ready to "appreciate" his performance.

The next second, Lee Polo faced the main stand where the Hammers fans were most concentrated and raised the Golden Globe Award high in his hand!

[We are all British, so it’s not too much to share my joy, right?]

"Mother Fu*k!"

"Da*n it!"

"Do you think this is Stamford Bridge?"

"This is our home court!"

"We are the leading team now, can you show some respect to us when you step on the horse?!"

More than 50,000 Hammers fans were stunned!

They cursed like crazy and threw all the disposable items in their hands off the stands, eager to smash the shining golden ball!

They don't care, this is the first golden goal won by a British player after Michael Owen!

All they care about is that this bastard Li Polo is running wild on our territory!

[Negative emotions from home fans, +99748!]

[National Hammer fans, +478748!]

Seeing the experience points crazily pouring into his mind, Li Polo was elated!

He never thought that he would be able to gain experience points comparable to Real Madrid, Barcelona, Atletico Madrid, Manchester United, and Manchester City from a relegation team!

It seems... I really underestimated those mid-to-lower teams!

"You must control yourself!"

The fourth official and security immediately surrounded him and gave him a friendly reminder.

Because the boos in the stands were too loud, the sound collectors on the scene were even filled with all kinds of swear words. As a result, the referee Anthony Taylor had to suspend the game, then rushed directly to the sidelines and gave Lee Polo

A yellow card...

This time Li Polo was stunned:

"I haven't appeared yet!"

"I'm just warming up!"

"The weather is too cold. I just used something to train with weights. Is this illegal?"

Even though he was eloquent, Anthony Taylor just watched with cold eyes, and then shook the red card in his hand:

"Would you like to do it again?"

A roar of mountains and tsunamis suddenly sounded over the stadium:

"Give him a red card!"

"Let him have a long memory! Let's see if he still dares to be arrogant!"

"Dear Anthony! I will give you my wife to sleep with!"

"Anthony, as long as you kick him out, you will be the number one whistler in Premier League history!"

Listening to the unbearable shouts in the stands, Taylor couldn't help but turn blue:

"If you are not trying to win back honor for British football, but for provoking away fans, the FA will ban you!"

"Just be a human being!"

"As long as you maintain your current status, you can definitely become an existence beyond Pele and Maradona!"

The referee's earnest words finally moved Li Polo. He lowered his head, sighed, and nodded:

"Okay, I accept your advice."

Remy ran over quickly and carefully took the golden ball, not forgetting to send his encouragement:

"Brother Polo, kill them!"

Moyes gave up and stopped the referee with his hand:

"Why don't you send such a player with no professional ethics away!"

Taylor saw through his intention at a glance, so he directly put the watch on his wrist in front of him:

"It's the 83rd minute now. Even if you delay it any longer, you can't stop him from playing, right?"

When the scolding on the court gradually subsided, Lee Polo finally came on as a substitute in the 84th minute.

Batshuayi, who was doing nothing, lowered his head in shame and completed the replacement with him at a sprint speed of 100 meters.

"Fortunately, the time left for him will not exceed 10 minutes at most!"

Ian Wright swallowed:

"West Ham United's defense is still very tough, and Manchester City also suffered a lot last week!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Li Polo giving a gesture to Cesc Fabregas. The latter knew it and sent a through ball. Li Polo instantly accelerated into the penalty area and hung on the opponent's dark, tall and strong body.

On center back Ogbonna!

Ogbonna reflexively stretched out his left foot to block!

But he didn't kick the football at all, but hooked Lee Polo!

Li Polo, who had just played for 1 minute, fell to the ground!

Anthony Taylor pursed his lips, shook his head slightly and ran over.

【This guy...is still not a human being!】

[Although Ogbonna’s foul this time is very obvious, what’s even more obvious is that...it was completely intentional on his part!]

As the referee, Taylor can only enforce the law impartially.

He showed a second yellow card to Ogbonna, who had already received a yellow card in the first half, and expelled him!

The core general of West Ham United's defense left the field with a red card in the 85th minute!

Plus 1 penalty kick! -

"Eden, if you miss this free throw, I might beat you to death!"

Lee Polo exited the penalty area and gave Hazard, the team's first penalty kicker, a harsh word.

Encouraged, the ball-shooting king swallowed his saliva and almost penetrated the net with a blast!

1:1!

Hazard, who was out of danger, knelt down and was about to celebrate, but found that all his teammates were running back in the opposite direction...

Pedro, who was nearest, pulled him up from the ground:

"You're celebrating like a J*b now!"

Azar woke up from a dream, glanced at Li Polo secretly, and saw a pair of cold eyes!

The ball king couldn't help but shuddered:

"The winter in London is so cold!"

Chelsea gave up celebrating, obviously unwilling to accept a draw.

In the last few minutes, they launched a wave of offensive, but West Ham United, which lacked a main central defender, could only defend the penalty area.

But the Blue Lion with Lee Polo still fought its way through the crowd.

In the 88th minute, Cesc Fabregas took a corner kick, and Lipolo pretended to attack the back point, leaving the main attack point to Cahill and Christensen in the front point.

Compared with the old captain who was at the bottom of his physical fitness, the young Christensen obviously had an advantage. He successfully grabbed Fabregas' pass, but he hit it too hard and was blocked by goalkeeper Joe Hart with a punch!

Joe Hart was almost suffocated!

His mind just went blank. He was able to save the football simply because the quality of Christensen's header was too low!

Before the shocked Hart could get up from the ground, he saw a blue figure leaping high in front of the small penalty area!

Facing a few falling snowflakes, Hart's face was full of despair.

He saw his national team teammates launching a fierce attack towards the goal he was guarding!

Lee Polo made a header shot while flying into the air!

"Whoosh!"

2:1!

"No!!!!"

Moyes almost fell to his knees on the sidelines.

The three-pointer I thought I could securely get...now I don't have any!

His team led the entire game, but conceded two goals in the last 5 minutes!