Will I hurt you if I score like this?

Chapter 83 Indeed, I Can't Lose A Little

"I actually managed a hat-trick."

Diego Costa's lips have been twitching non-stop since he left the field, and the intense excitement made it difficult for him to control his facial expressions.

This was the first hat-trick of his career.

Although he didn't have the courage to block people from killing people and ghosts from killing ghosts as he imagined.

But you just say whether the goal was scored or not.

"You have to learn how to adapt to this feeling."

Li Wei patted him on the shoulder, and said old-fashionedly: "If you set limits on yourself psychologically, you won't be able to score four."

"I put it on for you."

Zabaleta teased, punching Costa hard in the back, and of course he wasn't talking about Levi.

Thanks to Li Wei's ingenious assist, he pulled out the sharp volley shortly after the opening.

It was very likely to penetrate Mallorca's goal.

How well the ball was pressed and how hard it was drawn, but it was ruined by this shit-lucky kid.

Is it easy for a defender to score a goal?

"Under FIFA's new regulations, goals scored in the face are not counted."

Pareha giggled beside him, took water from a box beside him, and threw a bottle to Costa.

"Hey Costa, I haven't heard about your hat-trick for 2 minutes."

Tamudo sarcastically said that he was really uncomfortable, and this kid got such a big wave of data in one rotation.

But Tamudo thought about it, and the goal scored by the face, it is best not to happen to him.

Zabaleta's thighs, which are almost as thick as a human head, are really no joke.

Diego Costa, who couldn't stand the ridicule, cursed back and was immediately thrown to the ground by the united crowd. There was chaos in the away locker room, and a dozen people scuffled together.

"Fuck! Don't press me into Diego's face, his stubble is too thick!"

I don't know who shouted.

Diego Costa poked his head out from a group of big men and took a deep breath.

Pochettino walked into the locker room, looked at the generals in a mess and didn't say anything, just glanced at De La Pena lightly.

De La Pena's performance in the first half was quite good. He got rid of the ball on the spot several times, and his pass success rate ranked first in the team.

But the low confrontation success rate and zero interceptions are a bit too much.

Pochettino is a good old man, and at the same time, he is really embarrassed to attack a veteran player like De La Pena when the team wins.

He hasn't played for a long time. In the second half, Pochettino decided to replace three people at once.

Pochettino saw hope in the veteran's eyes when he looked at de la Pena.

Speaking of which, De La Pena can be regarded as the victim after Li Wei became the core.

After Li Wei, who has an amazing running average and strong ability to get rid of the ball, has become the core of holding the ball, a player like him who needs other midfielders to support and protect him in order to be effective seems very tasteless.

After a little thought, Pochettino decided to let him play the whole game.

[Tamudo replaced Diego Costa]

[Luis Garcia replaced Levy]

[Roman Martinez replaced Hurtado]

It shouldn't be a big problem to have Roman Martinez, who has a strong interception ability, to support and protect him and wipe his ass.

"Jurado slanted to Marty, and De La Pena lost his position again. Is this the first time he has lost his defensive position in this game?"

Marty gets rid of the ball and gets entangled with Coentrao.

Arango stepped in, slid the football directly from Marty's feet, and went straight into the penalty area.

"It's a dangerous position, the Venezuelan is a long-range shooter!"

He Wei quickly explained the situation on the field, no one expected the situation to change so drastically.

"Arango is down! Arango is down!"

"A completely unnecessary foul. The referee ran over. Is he in the penalty area?"

Suddenly there was a burst of cursing and boos on the court, and a topaz card was raised high from the referee's hand.

Pochettino on the sidelines clenched his fists and waved them in the air, as if trying to smash something.

"Fortunately, the referee signaled that it was a free kick. In the 78th minute of the game, the Mallorca team got an excellent free kick in the frontcourt."

"In the second half, they have tenaciously pulled the score to two to three!"

Beads of sweat were about to appear on He Wei's forehead, and the second half was far more anxious than the first half.

After adjusting the midfield, Manzano's team seized limited opportunities in the second half and launched a fierce attack towards the Spaniard's left flank.

The fast and strong Arango seemed to be on the hook for this game, and entered the hinterland several times through unreasonable and strong surprises.

Just 5 minutes into the game, David Navarro found Aduriz, who had slammed into the penalty area, with a long pass. The latter jumped high and headed the ball back to Jurado.

Jurado calmly did not choose to cross the defender's blocking gate directly, but faked and dunked Berenger on the spot.

Then pass the ball to Aduriz, Aduriz's position is not offside, and the shot with his right foot is done overnight.

In the 60th minute of the game, Aduriz again received a long oblique pass from Arango and scored with his right foot from ten yards away from the goal.

At this point the game went to 76 minutes.

The referee blew his whistle, and Fernando Barrera, who was standing at the free throw position, ran up and hit the goal.

A powerful volley with an obvious drop, pierced the Spaniard's goal.

Li Wei sat on the bench, watching the situation on the field with a gloomy expression.

When the referee blew the final whistle, he breathed a sigh of relief, but it was a regular season.

One point for an away draw is completely acceptable.

“Nightclubs in Palva. Very regional.”

In the hotel, the Brazilian player Nene said weakly, while blowing the note on his face with his mouth.

Due to the team's overall poor performance throughout the second half, Pochettino banned the players' request to go out and experience the customs.

A group of people stayed in the hotel lounge, playing poker bored.

Gambling is definitely not allowed in the team during the game. Fortunately, Li Wei came up with this genius method.

The gambling interest of a group of people is actually higher than usual.

The wide-faced Riera stared at a pair of dead fish eyes, only his face, who was good at gambling, was empty, and the people sitting around him were pasted like mummies.

"Where's Li Wei?"

"He said it was too noisy and there were no books."

Azpilicueta turned around from a distance, with the phone still tucked around his neck, and a bright smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Li Wei took a sip of the coffee on the table with one hand.

Suddenly remembered with annoyance that it was late and drinking coffee would affect sleep.

Sara Carbonero walks lightly through the dimly lit room, her nail-polished toes sinking lightly into the soft carpet.

Only a dim reading lamp was turned on in the room, and Parva's light came in through the tulle curtains, casting a faint light on her curved shoulders.

She was wearing a light gray low-cut top, her round and slender legs wrapped in thin stockings, her shoulders and half of her chest were exposed, and the waist design showed off her figure well.

A book was held between his slender fingers.

It's early autumn, and the weather has turned cold, but the air conditioner in the apartment is blowing warm air, and the warm air seems to be stagnant, wrapping her graceful body.

She looked at a corner not far away, and could hear the sound of her own breath coming out of her nose.

Sara is only 24 years old, and her skin and curves maintain youthful vigor. The years have brought her only a hazy veil-like temperament, and her deep eyes have brought her a sense of laziness and beauty. Mysterious charm.

She sat gently beside Li Wei, her plump and round thighs naturally overlapped, and her thick and curly dark chestnut curly hair was scattered on her shoulders.

Her mobile phone was on her lap, Li Wei took out the phone from his pocket, and made a call.

As soon as the screen was turned on, the fine humming sound of electronic components penetrated into the skin through the texture of the nylon fabric, like a bug scratching an itch.

In the past day, a thought has been spinning in her mind.

"What are you reading?"

The mobile phone in Li Wei's arms rang, and he asked after the call was connected.

"You're a little bored"

Sarah frowned displeased, and the four voices overlapped in the space, with a sense of magic.

"Read a paragraph to me." Levi said.

But she tried to move her lips, feeling a little dry, still not sure what tone to use, and finally stretched out her hand to pull the shoulder strap, the scattered folds of silk gradually straightened, and the V-shaped edge covered the The two groups of hazy snowflakes sat up straight, and said in a pleasant tone:

"I haven't heard of a single player who would be interested in Rilke's poems."

Li Wei smiled, this woman is really interesting, "How do you know I'm not interested if you don't read it."

A delicate voice sounded in the darkness.

"This is the mine of the soul, ambiguous, far away"

There was a rustling sound, and then Sarah's gradually disordered breathing disrupted the originally clear recitation.

"They walked silently through the darkness."

Two vague shadows approached slowly in the darkness, and the slender and soft body crashed into Li Wei's arms, making a delicate murmur.

Li Wei put his hands around Sarah's waist, felt the curly and fluffy hair covering his chin, and the scorching breath tickled his neck, with intermittent and vague words.

"Like...a fruit, filled with its own mystery...and sweetness...um."

The delicate touch stretched along Li Wei's strong waist, and Li Wei stretched out his hand to support the bend of her leg.

He reached out and brushed the messy hair on the face of the hostess, and the fine sweat was oozing from her forehead.

"Her sex has closed in the night like a young flower."

　Mentality collapsed

　　
　
(End of this chapter)