The biggest fanatic in football

Chapter 535 Today’s script is not quite right!

It should be Chapter 166

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There was a brief silence in the stands of Camp Nou, and everyone was still immersed in the scene of Lee Polo's clever header after the violent impact.

Jia Tianning in the live broadcast room can finally give her own praise:

"This goal fully demonstrates that speed and power, awareness and skills can be perfectly combined!

While sprinting at high speed, Lee Polo still accurately predicted the flight path of the football. He used his excellent explosive power and balance ability to fight his way out of the double-team of Pique and Umtiti!

Then when everyone thought he would continue to use violence to attack the goal, Lee Polo unexpectedly chose to header the ball!

This lob... only a header master like Lee Polo can pull it off!"

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Despite being scored by Lipolo, Barcelona did not show too much frustration.

Messi, Suga, Busquets, Iniesta, Pique... they were all cheering each other on, and everyone cheered up quickly.

Zhan Jun interpreted this:

"For Barcelona players, this scene may be familiar. Today and the process of their comeback in Paris a year ago are almost the same. They were both scored by the opponent when the momentum was at its peak, and then they still did not give up. Instead, they launched

More intense pursuit!"

He was right. The successful reversal a year ago gave Barcelona players endless confidence and confidence.

After losing the ball, they quickly regrouped under the leadership of Messi. In the 37th minute, Iniesta dribbled the ball from the left to seek an opportunity, but Moses resolutely blocked the way forward. Lao Bai did not want to fight, and immediately

The cross was passed to Messi, who retreated to receive the ball, and started to organize the offensive again.

Kante appeared in front of Messi without any hesitation. The world's leading dribbling forward faced off against the leading defensive midfielder. Countless spectators couldn't help but hold their breath.

Everyone was expecting them to have a spark-filled offensive and defensive battle, ideally a three-hundred-round battle between you and me, but it only took them one second to decide the winner!

Messi's upper body trembled slightly, the rhythm of his feet suddenly changed, and Kanter was left behind!

Li Polo, who was 20 meters away, couldn't help but frown!

【Didn’t see it!】

【I can’t understand!】

【What did Messi just do?!】

[Kante shouldn’t have given him such a big space, he should have directly grabbed Messi so that he couldn’t speed up!]

Just because he can't understand Messi's breakthrough moves doesn't mean that Li Polo has no way to defeat him.

As an experienced defensive master, even without [Eagle Eye], Lee Polo can use his strong physical fitness to effectively hinder Messi, giving Barcelona No. 10 a headache...

However, Kanter is the best defensive midfielder in the world after all. Even if Messi breaks through, he can quickly stick to Messi's left side, firmly restricting Messi's left foot line, and forcing Messi to gradually move to the right.

Move sideways.

Valverde on the sidelines sighed secretly:

[Messi is still old after all! His physical functions have obviously declined a lot!]

[If he could be three years younger, he would have been able to use his speed to get far enough away after breaking through Kanter, and he would not have been targeted by the defensive player for the second time!]

Messi, who was restricted by Kanter from cutting inside, could only send a through ball in the end. Dembele on the right easily overtook Alonso, then broke into the penalty area close to the baseline and kicked off with almost no angle.

Shoot!

His shot area was almost the same as Messi's shot, but in the end it only hit the side net of the goal, making Courtois break out in a cold sweat...

Many fans in the stands even cheered, but the next second they turned into huge sighs.

Courtois patted his chest and asked the ball boy behind the goal for the football, but the young Barcelona U15 player hesitated for five or six seconds before throwing the football over.

And these five or six seconds were enough for the players on the field to retreat and defend, and Chelsea completely lost the opportunity to quickly counterattack.

Since there was no hope of a fast break, Courtois no longer pursued quick goal kicks. He swung the ball left and right on the ground without stretching his feet to kick the ball. Suarez was so angry that he couldn't help but rush into the penalty area and try to press...

Seeing that Barcelona was loose in the frontcourt, Courtois made a diagonal pass and sent the ball to Azpilicueta's feet.

Although Cesc Fabregas is a passing master, Chelsea still makes more use of its two wings to create threats to Barcelona's defense.

In the 42nd minute, Cesc Fabregas controlled the ball in the middle. Hazard, who was originally roaming on the left, suddenly moved to the right and crossed paths with William.

Fabric saw the right opportunity and sent the ball to Hazard's feet, allowing the Blues' first dribbling master to take charge of the main attack.

Hazard and Willian advanced at the same time, and Li Polo was preparing to catch the ball in the penalty area, firmly restraining Pique and Umtiti, and Barcelona's defense line suddenly felt a slight movement.

of confusion.

Of course Busquets, who was slightly clumsy, could not keep up with Hazard. Alba had to step forward to help defend, while Willian, who advanced at the right time, was left unattended at this time.

Hazard sent a light through ball. William glanced at Ter Stegen, who was moving to the right, and directly raised his right foot!

Pique, who was next to Lee Polo one second, was blocking the edge of the small penalty area the next second. With a sideways sliding tackle, he would use his own flesh and blood to block the opponent's close-range volley!

[Just William, you want to shoot too?]

【I have seen through this routine!】

But...Pique didn't wait for the roaring shot!

William's right foot came down slightly, dunked Hazard's football, and pushed him sideways!

Lee Polo, who was waiting in front of the goal, only needed to block Umtiti behind him, and then use his right foot to complete a light push!

2:2!

Chelsea equalizes the score!

The total score came to 7:3!

[Negative emotions from Ter Stegen, +88!]

【Umtiti, +66!】

【Pique, +404!】

【Messi, +369!】

【Valverde,+886!】

There was a sparse booing in the stands, and Valverde's face suddenly turned pale!

He already smelled something bad!

[Today’s script...something’s not quite right!]

[The last time Paris reversed course, Cavani only scored one goal]

Zhan Jun explained for him:

"Since Chelsea scored more away goals, Barcelona needs to score 5 goals in a row to complete the reversal!"

Jia Tianning laughed happily:

"Brother Jun, your math is very good, but the premise is that Lee Polo no longer scores goals!"

"For the current Barcelona, ​​this premise... is a bit too difficult!"

【Camp Nou fans, +189765!】

【Barcelona fans in Spain, +987654!】

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"Made!"

Pique, who was in a very bad mood, spat on the Camp Nou turf.

A few seconds ago, he was determined to win and thought he had seen through William's actions, but a second later he was slapped in the face by the Brazilian at the speed of light!

He has thought it through very carefully.

As a Brazilian with offensive attributes engraved all over his body, who can give up the shot when faced with a great opportunity to go one-on-one with the goalkeeper?

Even Pique himself, under the same circumstances, couldn't resist such a temptation!

[Why...should it be passed to Li Polo?]

Pique stared fiercely at the figure wearing the white No. 1 jersey, unable to understand the reason:

[This bastard, how popular is he in the Chelsea team? 】

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Remy, who was sitting on the bench, felt a strong sense of crisis.

[Able to break through, shoot from long range, run aggressively, and spare no effort when defending, and now he has also learned to feed the ball to Boss Polo...

William, this teammate, is a greater threat to me than Cesc Fabregas!]

Remy bit his lip, looking troubled.

Giroud, who had just celebrated with his teammates, silently opened a small book:

"In the 43rd minute of the game, Lee Polo scored twice, but Luak Remy looked distressed and was not at all happy that the team equalized the score..."

Remy felt like he was struck by lightning!

"Oliver, you can't do this! We are French compatriots!"

Conte glanced at the bench behind him:

[How come these bastards have learned Mourinho’s bad habits and like to write things in small notebooks?!]

[You are just thirty years old, are you eager to learn to be a coach? 】

(End of chapter)