The biggest fanatic in football

Chapter 512 Now you know how to kowtow to me!

At four o'clock in the morning, I sent my old master to the emergency room. Myocardial infarction and suspected angina pectoris and coronary heart disease were ruled out. It took more than 5 hours of preliminary examination and preliminary treatment. I sat on the stool in the nursing room and dialed 1800 on my mobile phone.

Words, I just fell asleep...

Life is really fragile.

Therefore, Li Poluo cannot kill anyone.

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"Lee Polo headed the ball continuously, and he passed the goalkeeper! Uh... he stopped at the goal line?"

The change in Zhan Jun's tone was obviously a bit abrupt. One second he was full of passion, ready to appreciate a goal full of speed and power, but the next second it turned into a scene that left him speechless:

"Cillessen shoveled the ball into his own goal. It was an own goal!"

Zhang Lu twisted his mouth:

"This...isn't this a bit provocative?"

There is no doubt at all, this is 100% a provocative act.

In the live broadcast room in Spain, the commentator was ready to curse:

"I never expected that such unsportsmanlike behavior would appear on a top player!"

"We strongly suggest that French Football Magazine and FIFA take back the Ballon d'Or and World Footballer of the Year awards that were previously awarded to him! As well as any honors!"

"We also strongly recommend to UEFA that such a guy who has no talent and shows an extreme lack of respect for his opponents and the game should be severely punished!"

"He should be sent off directly and banned for life!"

"At least... I'll be punished!"

"Yes, yes, this way we can create a miracle at Camp Nou!"

Blues fans don't think about these things. Stamford Bridge is already cheering!

"Li Polo!"

"Lee Polo!!!"

"Lee Polo!!!!!!"

Under the leadership of the on-site Dj, the fans sang his name loudly, and many old fans who had witnessed the Stamford Bridge tragedy couldn't help but feel excited:

"Hahaha, this game finally avenged the past!"

"That's a blood feud. How can one game be enough? God bless us, we will still play against Barcelona next season!"

"Real Madrid and Atletico Madrid must work hard. It is best for Barcelona to finish second in La Liga, so that we can be in the same group with them in the group stage!"

"Yes, just like Atletico Madrid this season, we kicked them to the Europa League to experience the cruelty of professional football!"

"..."

【Horse riding!】

【This is simply trying to embarrass me on purpose! 】

The referee Cakir's face looked very ugly.

This match between Chelsea and Barcelona is obviously the most watched matchup in the knockout round of the top 16. Not only do the two teams have grudges that cannot be ignored in history, but also because there are so many superstars on both sides!

Every player is top notch!

Among this group of superstars, the head-to-head confrontation between Lee Polo and Messi is the most critical factor in attracting traffic!

For this reason, Cakir, as the referee on duty, often adds a little different considerations when refereeing the two superstars. Even if their actions are slightly illegal, they will not take out cards at every turn.

But now...Li Polo's behavior is undoubtedly an open provocation to the referee team's bottom line!

If you remain indifferent, the public opinion from Barcelona will definitely swallow you up!

This game will be broadcast by at least more than a hundred countries around the world. Even if you want to turn a blind eye, you will never be able to!

Cakir didn't hesitate much, he decisively caught up with Lee Polo and showed him a yellow card!

[Even if you ran too fast just to retaliate and I almost had a heart attack, I still have to give you a yellow card!]

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"Fortunately, it's not a red card!"

"Why does this guy have to provoke the other party? If he doesn't provoke him, will he die on the spot?"

Conte on the sidelines breathed a sigh of relief at first, and then couldn't help complaining.

It even contributed to a wave of negative emotions:

【Conte, +166!】

His assistant Alessio immediately rushed to the sidelines and grabbed the nearest Alonso:

"Tell him to be careful and don't step on the horse and be punished!"

Alonso's mouth twitched:

【Do you think too highly of me?】

【In the eyes of that boss, I am nothing!】

【Can I persuade him? 】

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Alonso's worries are unnecessary.

Because Li Polo became much more honest next time.

He also recalled the tragedy two seasons ago when Valencia was overturned by Real Madrid due to his suspension...

If he hadn't regained the Champions League the next year, that reversal would have become his biggest regret in the Bat Corps!

Looking at the score on the big electronic screen, Li Polo shook his head:

[Forget it, there wouldn’t be anything without the Big Four! 】

[When we get to Camp Nou, there will always be a chance!]

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Although Li Polo became quiet, Barcelona was unwilling to leave Stamford Bridge with such a score.

In the last few minutes, they also tried to launch a counterattack, trying their best to narrow the point difference and strive for more away goals, thereby retaining a glimmer of hope for the second round.

"drop!"

In order to regain the ball from Luis, Suarez received a yellow card in the 89th minute.

Courtois fired a short ball, and Christensen, who had just appeared, controlled the rhythm slightly and passed it to Azpilicueta at right wing back.

The captain of the Blues looked up and observed the situation ahead, and found that Barcelona's midfield and frontcourt were pressing forward, causing an obvious disconnect in the backcourt. He swung his right foot and made a wide-range long pass!

"Oops!"

Valverde's heart was beating wildly. If Chelsea were to expand the score to 6:1, it would be almost a disaster for Barcelona!

His eyes swept to the front, and Li Polo had already accelerated the start!

Valverde was shocked:

[He played the whole 90 minutes of the game, and at one point he had to drop back to participate in defense... How come he still has so much physical fitness?!]

Valverde couldn't help but blurt out:

"Stop him!"

There was no need for him to shout. Pique, who stayed at the end, knew what he should do.

The Barcelona defense general made a flying shovel and knocked the Blues No. 1 to the ground before he had even picked up the speed!

Although Li Polo had been prepared, Pi saw that this foul was obviously filled with personal emotions. Li Polo actually felt a long-lost pain in his calf. He turned 270 degrees in the air and then hit the center circle hard!

[It’s a pity that I didn’t kick his leg off... eh?!]

Pique, who was lying on the ground, thought very regretfully, but the next second, when he was about to get up from the ground, he felt a sharp pain in his ankle!

【Well?!】

Caught off guard, he knelt down directly in front of Li Polo!

Lee Polo slowly turned over and sat on the ground with a golden sword. He could even tease Pique:

"You know how to kowtow to me now? It's too late!"

"You want to break my legs? Then you have to see if your legs are strong or not!"

——For a defensive master, how could Lee Polo not be prepared at all when he knew that Pique was going to tackle someone hard?

Sweat dripped from Pique's forehead. He only had time to raise a hand to the coaching staff on the sidelines, but the next second he rolled his eyes in pain!

[Negative sentiment from Gerard Pique, +1024!]

【艹艸芔茻!】

【What kind of bullshit development is this?!】

[Can you please let me finish the last few minutes of playing quietly?!]

The referee Cakir was complaining crazily in his mind while rushing to the scene of the incident. He showed a bright red card to Pique who had fainted, and then hooked his hand towards the away team on the sidelines:

"Just call an ambulance!"

“Didi beep di beep~~~”

Pique, who was sent off with a red card, was directly carried into the ambulance with the siren flashing and sent to the hospital closest to the stadium immediately, while Lee Polo continued to appear on the field unscathed...

Valverde covered his forehead with one hand and swallowed hard.

[If they cannot reverse it in the second round, then they will definitely not be able to face Pique’s sacrifice! 】

[In order to prevent Chelsea from scoring the 6th goal, we have paid a high price! 】

When the injury time reached the third minute, Cakir was not in the mood to continue the game and blew the whistle decisively:

"Beep~beep~beep!!!"

Chelsea won the first leg at Stamford Bridge with a score of 5:1!

Those crazy Blues fans waved their blue scarves one after another and launched into deafening cheers towards the Barcelona coach and players who ducked into the tunnel!

Someone sang loudly:

"Let's go to Camp Nou!"

“Liberate Catalonia!”

(End of chapter)