Volume 1: Playing football with me will break your legs Chapter 11 I give you 10 points for this debut!
"YES!"
New Wimbledon coach Adlay punched the air.
Although this game is far less important to him than the League Cup three days later, as a head coach, who would really like a defeat?
His assistant Cox was equally excited:
"If we can maintain this result until the end, not only will the team's morale be boosted, but the competitive atmosphere within the team will also be more positive!"
Adley nodded repeatedly.
Indeed, seeing the substitute players perform so well, those main players who are sitting on the bench to rest will definitely fight harder in the next game!
…
"This fucking guy just got in?"
Li Polo stopped and his mind went blank at that moment.
He had never thought that he would score an official goal in this game, and for a moment he didn't know how to celebrate. Fortunately, Rigg, Bulman and other teammates surrounded him immediately and pushed him to the ground.
Rigg, who had instigated this counterattack , hugged his shoulders and laughed:
"I was waiting for you to pass the ball down the middle, but I didn't expect you to choose to shoot!"
Connolly and Sutherland could only smile and shake their heads. As the players who took the first and second shots, they were obviously unlucky and could only willingly act as supporting roles.
While Li Polo and his teammates were celebrating, he received negative emotions from the other team:
+1 to Joey Walker's negative sentiment.
Jason Leutweiler, +2.
Mike Jackson (assistant), +1.
Mickey Mellon (Bishop), +2…
The negative emotions of more than 20 people rushed into his mind, so much so that he almost forgot to return to the center circle.
After this wave of emotions was harvested, Li Polo was pleasantly surprised to find that the entire Shrewsbury team actually contributed 36 experience points to him!
Combined with what he gained from previous games, his experience bar has skyrocketed from 14 before the game to 66 now!
Upgrading... doesn't seem that difficult!
…
Shrewsbury coach Mellon gritted his teeth and thought for a full minute.
When the home team players finally finished celebrating, Mellon finally made the decision to make a substitution:
"Let's change to 343!"
Assistant coach Jackson was stunned for a moment, but still faithfully carried out his orders.
They pushed Joey Walker, who was substituted in the second half, to the winger position and moved the right back to midfield to comprehensively strengthen the offensive capabilities in the midfield and frontcourt.
Not only did the Wimbledon coaching staff not show any signs of nervousness, they even looked like laughing.
As Adre waved his flag, the bench suddenly shook violently!
Mellon's eyes suddenly became dull:
"Damn you bastard!"
In the 68th minute, Wimbledon replaced Akinfenwa!
The three defenders of Shrewsbury felt their anus tighten at the same time!
The stout striker, who was 180cm tall and weighed 102cm, seemed to have no sense of existence most of the time, because his teammates were all in a solid defense in the backcourt. The ball kept flying over the home team's penalty area, and Akinfenwa couldn't even touch the ball.
But when Wimbledon got their first counterattack in the 83rd minute, Akinfenwa, who had rested in the center circle for 15 minutes, suddenly turned into a heavy tank!
Li Polo and other backcourt teammates watched in amazement as he ran 30 meters, easily knocked away two defensive players who were double-teaming him, and then sent the ball into the visiting team's goal!
3-1!
Shrewsbury is powerless!
“Drip, drip…drip!”
A few minutes later, three long whistles announced the official end of the first round of the new season. Using a rotation lineup to get three points was a pleasant surprise for coaches such as Adre and Cox. They rushed onto the green field at the first time and expressed their heartfelt gratitude to the players with one warm hug after another.
Li Polo was no exception. He was hugged tightly by Adley, and the other's bearded chin almost touched his mouth!
Cox, who followed closely, saw his disgusted expression and couldn't help laughing:
"Good kick, boy!"
Adley finally let him go and nodded vigorously:
"As your first professional game in your life, I give you a 10!"
He played the entire game without making any major mistakes, made 5 successful interceptions, 2 clearances in the penalty area, 3 aerial duels, and a goal that reversed the score, and even disabled the opponent's main winger. With such a performance, what else could the head coach be dissatisfied with?
Adre patted Li Polo on the shoulder and pointed at the cheering fans on the sidelines:
"Go ahead!"
…
“We are Wimbledon!”
"The blood of the Mad Gang is passed down here!"
More than 3,000 home fans were singing and dancing on the sidelines. When they saw the players walking towards the stands, they immediately burst into enthusiastic cheers:
"Long live Wimbledon!"
Li Polo followed other teammates, raised their hands and clapped loudly to this group of the cutest guys to express their inner gratitude.
Looking at those happy fans, he couldn't help but sigh: If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be hard to believe that a low-level team like New Wimbledon, which is in the fourth tier, could have such die-hard supporters.
"Hey guys, sign my autograph!"
A slightly old voice interrupted his sigh.
Li Polo looked up and saw a male fan in his fifties who was holding a blue scarf and waving it at the players.
Phillips, the most senior player on the team, smiled and greeted him, then took the scarf and wrote his name on it first:
"Oliver, how's the summer going?"
The old fan nodded and said with a smile:
"Mark, we must be promoted to League One this season!"
Phillips laughed and handed the scarf to Akinfenwa:
"I also want to go to English Football League One and make a lot of money!"
Akinfenwa also showed a confident smile:
"Don't worry, bro. With me here this season, getting promoted is just a piece of cake!"
Looking at his arms that were thicker than his thighs, Oliver seemed to be really relieved:
"It's all up to you, Adebayo!"
…
The first league game of the new season came to an end.
The head coach simply encouraged the players with a few words before announcing that everyone should disband and rest.
After all, it was only the fourth-level league. There was no post-match press conference, let alone TV broadcasts or media interviews. Li Polo could only find a short and concise match report on Wimbledon's official website, which was one of the few "news reports".
However, he had no time to appreciate the photo of his goal in the match report. The game had just ended, and the novelty and excitement of participating in his first professional game quickly faded. The fatigue brought by 90 minutes of high tension immediately surrounded him. He just took a simple hot shower and fell asleep on the bed in the apartment.
As soon as he closed his eyes, a vast green field appeared in his mind again.
Every scene from this game is presented like a video replay!
During the playback, he can clearly observe his every movement and even choose to play it back in slow motion.
He suddenly opened his eyes and uttered a complaint:
"I don't want to watch the tactical review! I want to sleep!"
