Volume 1: Playing football with me will break your legs Chapter 25: What’s the fear of opening a bottle of champagne!
"We are the resurrection!"
The blue flag was flying in the wind on the stands, the ferocious two-headed bird was looming in the team logo, and more than 4,000 Crazy Gang fans went crazy at this moment!
The team they loved actually took a three-goal lead against the top club in English football, the Red Devils Manchester United!
The most die-hard believers had already taken off their shirts to express their inner ecstasy!
The loud singing voice floated over the stadium:
“We are fans,
We are fans
We are owners,
We are the owners,
We are Wimbledon!
We are Wimbledon!"
What's more, they directly adapted Manchester United's famous team song to mock today's opponents:
"Glory, Glory, Wimbledon,
Glory, glory, Wimbledon,
Glory, Glory, Wimbledon,
Glory, Glory, Wimbledon,
And the blues go marching on on on!
The Blue Army marches forward! "
Van Gaal, who had just taken office, had no reaction to the song, but Giggs, the Red Devils legend next to him, had already turned pale.
The camera also turned to the away team's stands. The retired Ferguson's face was as white as paper, and his lips were trembling constantly. It looked like he could suffer a cerebral hemorrhage at any time.
“Although there were less than 5,000 spectators, the momentum was still moving!”
As a Liverpool fan, commentator Zhan Jun obviously felt very happy:
"Although the League Cup has always been a hotbed of upsets, and Manchester United did only send out a substitute lineup today , but... facing a fourth-tier team, conceding three goals before the end of the first half, such a performance is really unacceptable."
…
Li Polo, who had once again reaped a lot of benefits from Jia Baoyu, was also very happy.
This arrogant Manchester United No. 11 is simply an inexhaustible treasure. He has contributed more than 40 points of negative emotions to Li Boluo in just 20 minutes on the field.
If every opponent is as sensitive as him, with this efficiency, Li Polo is even confident that after this season, even if he cannot beat Messi and Ronaldo immediately, he will probably be able to become one of the top players!
"Hahaha!"
Goalkeeper Xie did not rush 100 meters away to celebrate with Dubis and others, so he could only punch the door frame excitedly and then hugged Li Polo:
"Brother, you have done a great job this time!"
What he said was of course right. If Li Polo had not defended Januzaj one-on-one and launched an attack at the first moment, how could Wimbledon's counterattack have been so swift?
If they hadn't kept Francon outside the penalty area, they wouldn't have had a suitable point to pass the ball - after all, Li Boluo's long pass was not reliable.
Therefore, his individual defense this time is crucial!
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As soon as Xie A hugged Li Boluo, he felt something strange.
This teammate... seems like his legs are weak and he can't stand anymore?
Li Polo laughed and explained:
"I used too much force, help me up."
Xie A supported himself with one hand, and patted his back vigorously with the other hand:
“Understand, understand!”
Although this defense was clean and neat, Li Polo knew that his situation was actually very dangerous.
[Hawkeye] did allow him to see the trajectory of the football clearly, but Januzaj's movements were too fast. If his reaction speed was a little slower, he might only kick the opponent's feet, thus turning the interception into a foul. In the worst case scenario... he might even get a red card!
To put it in simpler terms, his body can't keep up with his eyes (brain)!
This is Januzai. If he were replaced by faster forwards such as Messi, Hazard, Neymar, Robben, Bale, Aubameyang, and Mbappe, it would be difficult for him to stop them, right?
Li Polo suddenly laughed at himself.
Be more confident, remove "I'm afraid" and replace it with "definitely"!
Not to mention those top superstars, even if Manchester United replaced their peak Nani, Ashley Young and Valencia, they would not be able to stop them!
…
Perhaps because it was close to halftime, the home team's celebration was particularly long this time.
The goal scorer Dubis was not satisfied after doing a few somersaults on the spot. He jumped directly onto the stands on the sidelines, hugged the equally crazy fans one by one, and then was thrown high into the air by dozens of fans.
The referee glanced at the bench on the sidelines, worried that the visiting team would stand up to protest the home team's time delay, but whether it was Van Gaal, Giggs, or the substitute players, they all sat in their seats like zombies.
Have they been numbed?
Since the visiting team didn't care, the referee didn't bother to care about the players who were still celebrating, and simply took the opportunity to take a breath and rest for two minutes.
By the time Dubis wiped the saliva off his face and jumped back into the court, it was already the last minute.
The referee checked his watch.
Wow, these guys actually celebrated for a full two minutes!
As soon as Welbeck passed the ball back to Anderson, the referee blew the whistle.
"Drip, drip, drip~~"
…
"The first half of 45 minutes is finally over. There is no injury time. Maybe Manchester United can protest."
Lineker said a little mischievously.
Neville shook his head bitterly:
"Perhaps Van Gaal should thank the referee for not letting him suffer for a few more minutes..."
Lineker asked:
"Van Gaal needs to make a decision. Give up the game? Or... change tactics to turn the tide?"
Neville was silent for a few seconds:
"If Rooney, Van Persie and Di Maria were on the bench, maybe there would be a chance of change, but..."
He glanced at the names on the substitute list that he was not familiar with, and finally shook his head:
"Unless all the Wimbledon players are drunk at halftime, it will be very difficult for Manchester United to turn the game around."
…
"Alas!"
"Manchester United are finished!"
"Let them only send out the substitute lineup!"
"This is the price of looking down on us!"
"Coach! I want to celebrate with champagne!"
There was still jubilation in the home team's locker room.
There were even several players who had taken out champagne and were spraying it wildly at everyone. As an important contributor, Li Polo was of course sprayed with white foam all over his face.
Even the coaching team failed to remain calm. Adre looked at the crazy players and not only did he not stop them immediately, but he also gave everyone a warm hug!
He felt that he would definitely be on the front page of every newspaper tomorrow!
【I am about to reach the peak of my life! 】
Then he heard a rough voice:
"Guys, the game isn't over yet!"
His voice was so loud that it attracted everyone's attention.
It was Akinfenwa.
He just grinned and said with a smile:
"I don't want to spoil the fun, but I don't want to play for another 45 minutes reeking of alcohol."
Phillips sat down next to him and put his arm around his shoulders:
"Oh, you think we're not stable enough?"
Akinfenwa shrugged his shoulders:
"As you all know, I have been a Liverpool fan since I was a kid. For those who don't know much about the team, I would be happy to tell you about one of their most famous games."
"Tsk~~"
There was a sudden booing in the locker room.
Liverpool's most famous match?
Do I need you to tell me this?
Although he was collectively despised by his teammates, Akinfenwa had achieved his goal.
[Leading by three goals is very dangerous. Even if Manchester United only has the second team lineup, they still have the strength to turn the tables! ]
The champagne and beer were put away, and the players' hot moods gradually calmed down.
Adley also recovered from his feverish state. He patted :
"Then let's postpone the celebration for 60 minutes. Let's see how we can hold on to this victory in the second half!"
