Football's Number One Madman

Chapter 421 Are You Going To Frame Me? !

"Terrible Li Polo! He got two Tottenham generals yellow cards in just 2 minutes, and poor Trippier has even been sent to the hospital!"

In the live broadcast room of Sky Sports, Gary Lineker obviously lost his due neutrality.

However, even picky viewers should understand his feelings, after all...he is a Tottenham star!Is it too much to express sympathy for your old club?
So Carragher on the opposite side could only grin:

"Aren't these two yellow cards fouled first by the defensive players? Lee Polo didn't do anything!"

Lineker glared at him:
"If it wasn't for the horror of Li Polo, would Trippier and Vertonghen have taken the risk?"

"Chelsea has so many players, why do they only target Lee Polo to death?"

"..."

Carragher swallowed:

"you're right!"

"Li Polo, this person is so terrifying!"
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Trippier's departure forced Pochettino to make adjustments.

After Bo Pang hesitated for 3 minutes, he still let Aurier, who had been warming up on the sidelines for a long time, go into battle.

After all, Tottenham still needs a serious right back. No matter if Dyer, Vertonghen, or Wanyama comeo, it will be difficult to resist the joint attack of Li Polo and Hazard.

What Olier replaced was not any of the three central defenders, but the offensive midfielder... Ali.

"Hey? Don't replace Ali!"

Seeing the substitution card held up in the hands of the fourth official, Lee Polo, who had just put on brand new shorts, became anxious instead.

He grabbed Pochettino's arm with a stride:
"I'm still waiting for Ali to get revenge on me, how can you take him off?"

"I want him to challenge me like a man, instead of being wronged by you!"

"I want to beat him upright on the field! Instead of letting him use substitutions as an excuse!"

In the quiet Wembley Stadium, his voice was very loud.

Hmm... so loud that even though Ali was more than ten meters away, he could clearly hear every word he said!
[Negative emotions from Dele Ali, +168! 】

[Ali, +555! 】

[Ali, +748! 】

[Ali, +999! 】

The closer Ali took one step to Lee Polo, the more he suffered a wound to his heart.

Until he walked past Li Polo, the demon in blue No. 1 turned to him reluctantly:

"I didn't enjoy myself today, I will wait for you at Stamford Bridge another day!"

"Next time you have to play the whole game!"

Ali's face turned black, he didn't even pay attention to Pochettino, and turned his head and got into the locker room!
[Ali, +1666! 】

Fatty Bo, who was ignored by the team members, also looked at Li Boluo with a gloomy face, gnashing his teeth:

【It's your fault! 】

[Pochettino, +1465! 】
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In the 30th minute, they fell behind 0:2, and one player was sent off with a red card. In fact, it is already doomed that Tottenham are unlikely to usher in a comeback.

So Pochettino decisively strengthened his defense, trying to make his loss less ugly.

But his plan, he didn't even persist in the first half, and was completely broken by Chelsea!
In the 37th minute, Pedro made a cross from the right. Li Polo was restricted by Dyer and Alderweireld and was temporarily unable to turn around. He had to head the ball and sent it to Hazard on the other side.

The king of kicking the ball did not immediately raise his foot to shoot, but lightly unloaded the ball and returned it to Li Polo again.

[This guy is very good at calling people! 】

Li Polo complained in his heart, stretched out his right foot, poked forward lightly, and sent the ball to Hazard's feet again...

Taking advantage of the gap of less than two seconds, Hazard bypassed Vertonghen from the outside and penetrated into Tottenham's penalty area.

"Standard hit the wall two times over one! There is already a chemical reaction between Li Polo and Hazard!"

Just as Zhan Jun sent out his compliment, Vertonghen, who had lost his position, kicked up and knocked Hazard over with the ball!
Vertonghen and Hazard are both the core figures of the Belgian national team!
But at this moment, they seem to be sworn enemies!
"drop!"

Seeing the referee Mike Dean running towards the penalty area, the commentator fell silent.

Zhang Lu blinked, and asked a little uncertainly:
"Vertonghen... seems like he just got a yellow card?"

Zhan Jun nodded bitterly:
"That's right, Lee Polo's big underpants were taken off by him!"

Vertonghen watched calmly as Dean took out two cards from his pocket, one yellow and one red, and held them up...

Pochettino on the sidelines completely collapsed!
"What are you doing?"

He wailed in despair:
"Just let Hazard shoot! Lori may not miss it!"

With his head down, Vertonghen walked slowly to the sidelines.

But before he took a few steps, he heard a piercing voice behind him:

"You are very smart."

Vertonghen suddenly turned around, and Li Polo looked at him with a smile on his face.

The Tottenham central defender couldn't help squinting his eyes:

"I do not know what you're talking about!"

Lee Polo shrugged his shoulders:

"No, you are very clear, you have made me lose face in front of the whole world, how can I let you leave this arena safely?"

"In this case, you chose to exit the game with a red card, which is really smart."

Vertonghen trembled all over, he didn't dare to look at him again, he sprinted and disappeared from him.

【This demon, he is really planning to target me! 】

【I just took off his underpants, and he wanted to kill me! 】

[If you just want revenge, you can take off my pants! 】

[Negative sentiment from Vertonghen, +666! 】
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"Tottenham can only face 9 people now, and there is still a penalty..."

Lineker was so depressed that he couldn't help but say:
"This penalty might as well be handed over to Lee Polo to take the penalty."

Carragher was taken aback:
"Why? Lee Polo never takes a penalty kick!"

Lineker rarely made a joke:

"So...the possibility of him not scoring a penalty is even greater!"
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Lee Polo did not let the Tottenham star get his wish.

He exited the box from the first second, giving way to Eden Hazard who created a penalty.

Hazard nodded slightly to him, expressing his gratitude.

Then he faced Lori, and hit the football with three steps from the run-up. This shot was not powerful, but the angle was extremely tricky, and Lori didn't even get the right direction...

3: 0!

Conte applauded vigorously from the sidelines:
The outcome of this game is completely lost in suspense!
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After a 15-minute intermission, the two sides changed sides and fought again.

Tottenham, with only 9 people left on the field, had to retreat, and even Kane and Eriksson retreated to within 30 meters, otherwise their defense would be exposed...

But obviously, even then, they failed to stop Chelsea's offensive.

In the 66th minute, Cesc Fabregas split to the left, and Hazard cut in from the left to shoot. The football hit Dyer and popped out of the baseline. The Blues won the 5th corner kick in the game.

Cesc Fabregas, who had not scored any assists in this game, rushed to the corner flag impatiently. He didn't even wait for Rudiger and Christensen to run past halftime, and hurriedly took a corner kick.

His goal is very clear, that is to find his dearest brother Polo!
Before he teed off, Lee Polo was sandwiched between Dyer and Alderweireld.

Dyer was about to reach out to pull Li Polo's jersey, but saw this guy pull down his shorts, and felt that the next second would fall off with the wind...

[What is this operation? ! 】

[Take off your own pants? ! 】

[Do you want to frame me like Vertonghen? ! 】

There was a sudden "buzz" in Dyer's mind, and his half-stretched right hand froze in mid-air.

Li Polo, who had lost control, took a step forward and knocked Alderweireld away, and shook his head in the air in front of the goal!

The football "chuckled" into the goal!
4: 0!

[Negative emotions from Dyer, +886! 】

(End of this chapter)