football's number one madman

Chapter 2 Level [-] and Level [-]

As the core of Clapton's midfield, Michael Becker stood in the penalty area.

He only took one look at the opposing defensive lineup and knew that this free kick was hopeless.

In the penalty area of ​​the new Wimbledon, at least two players are over 1.8 meters tall, how could one's teammates compete for it?

He had no choice but to fiddle with the ball repeatedly, trying to delay a little time.

The referee looked and looked, and finally couldn't help walking over:
"I must remind you, it's time to kick off."

Becker shrugged his shoulders, took three steps back, and started this rare free kick opportunity.

"Whoosh!"

There are no fancy routines. After the three-step run-up, there is a clean and vigorous kick. He wants to hoist the football to the edge of the small penalty area!
One side is a professional team, and the other side is just an amateur. The physical fitness of the two sides is too poor. We can only hope that the players on both sides will refract in the fight and let the football fly into the net by itself!

"Hahaha!"

Adrey, the new Wimbledon coach on the sidelines, couldn't help laughing:
"This kick...is it too big?"

Without any confrontation, Becker directly kicked more than ten meters away!

It was originally a direct pass to the goal, but it flew towards the edge of the penalty area!
Assistant coach Cox stood up from his chair, slapped his butt with a smile:
"Get ready to shake hands with them!"

But Adre did not respond, his gaze was still on the field:

"This……"

Accompanied by his doubts, a strange figure suddenly appeared on the edge of the penalty area. The East Asian player whom he called a "good header" just now appeared so strangely near the football's landing point!
The tall defenders of New Wimbledon were all concentrated in the small penalty area, and he was allowed to slip past alone!

empty?

Lee Polo leaps high to meet the football!

The ball in his eyes became slow again!

"Oh!"

The ball hit his forehead firmly, and at this moment, an unimaginably powerful force erupted from his waist and abdomen, driving the whole person to spin outwards!

The ball changed direction in mid-air!

"Whoosh!"

The new Wimbledon goalkeeper only saw a black shadow passing by his feet, and then heard a faint rustling sound from the net behind him!
The ball went in!
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"Good job!"

Li Boluo was punched on the back by his teammate just after landing, and the sudden thrust made him almost fall to the ground.

From 0-3 to 1-3, there seems to be no difference, but for these amateur players, it can already make them happy to hold a party.

After all, there is a huge gap in strength between the two sides, one is the fourth level, the other is the ninth level, and the goal difference is only 2 points, which is not shameful at all!
Instead, these professional players blushed...

After all, these Clapton players are all just playing part-time, and the one with the highest weekly salary is only 50 pounds!

As for New Wimbledon, Akinfenwa, who has the highest salary, can get as much as 2000 pounds a week!

Adrey adjusted his glasses again:

"This kid is really good."

Cox rubbed his hands together:
"Why, you don't really like amateur players on an amateur team, do you?"

Adrey glared at him:
"If we didn't succeed in relegation last season, we are still an amateur team now."

His assistant stopped talking for a moment, but Adrey also knew that professional and amateur are indeed two different worlds.

So he said again:
"Let's... observe for another 5 minutes."
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Perhaps the self-esteem of the professional players was stimulated by the opponent's goal. When the game restarted, the players of New Wimbledon launched an unprecedented violent attack. They only took 15 seconds to burn the flames of war to the opponent's big field. The front of the penalty area, and then bombarded around the goal indiscriminately!

Not only did Li Polo not panic, but there was a hint of joy:
As a defender, the more ferocious the opponent's attack, the more chances you have to perform!
At 85 minutes and 33 seconds, Akinfenwa suddenly speeded up without the ball, but Li Polo allowed him to reverse offside, and he used an accurate prediction to successfully destroy the through pass of the opponent's midfielder!
Just 40 seconds later, the New Wimbledon attack came back, this time they gave up penetrating through the center and opted for crosses from the side instead!
Lee Polo and Akinfenwa made correct predictions at the same time and jumped up to scramble for the ball, but the weight difference of more than 20 kilograms still made him lose his balance. Fortunately, Akinfenwa was also affected, and the final header slid out of the goal .

At 87 minutes and 51 seconds, Akinfenwa, who was repeatedly blocked, decided to make a personal breakthrough. He weighed 102 kilograms like a tank, rampaging through the crowd, almost as if he had entered no one's land!
"Oh!"

He knocked away the strongest central defender on the defensive side, and then threw his right leg high on the penalty area line, posing with a bow and arrow, ready to complete the fatal blow!
But before his right foot landed, Li Polo, who was like a ghost, came with a shovel from diagonally behind!

His feet were firmly attached to the turf, and then he got ahead of the opponent and poked the football out with his toes!
"Whoosh!"

Akinfenwa, who had missed the kick, stumbled and almost strained his hamstring.

The coaching team on the sidelines suddenly became nervous!
This is the new aid they just bought!
In the new season, he was counting on this strong man to help the team attack the city. If he was injured in this kind of warm-up match, it would be over!
Fortunately, Akinfenwa quickly returned to normal, and the head coach breathed a sigh of relief.

But... Before he could finish his breath, Clapton's fast break hit the new Wimbledon's half-court area!

The forwards of the home team, who suppressed the entire field, rushed forward like drugs. New Wimbledon's tall defender William Nightingale strode too far, and even cut a fork in the process of retreating!

"Ah! My ****!"

He screamed so hard that the home team players who were launching a counterattack were taken aback, and kicked the shot as a clearance...

The scene was a bit tragic, and the audience couldn't help covering their eyes to prevent psychological trauma to themselves.

Assistant coach Cox landed a punch in the thigh:
"This... is really fucking unlucky!"

Adrey rubbed his face vigorously:
"Do we still have a choice?"
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The score of 1-3 was maintained until the end. Except for one direct goal, Li Polo contributed 3 header clearances and 4 steals in total, destroying Akinfenwa’s shooting opportunities many times. As a defender, His performance was perfect.

The Clapton players who lost by a big score were not depressed at all. Instead, they were full of laughter and laughter. They even made an appointment to go to a night game to relax.

This is the true portrayal of amateur teams.

Of course, Lee Polo, the hero of the goal, also received the invitation, but he had to solve a problem first.

"Hello, Mr. Li, do you want to consider... becoming a professional player?"

(End of this chapter)