Volume 1: Playing football with me will break your legs Chapter 41 Am I a villain?
When Li Polo returned to Wimbledon, it was already early morning the next day.
Because it takes more than three hours to take the subway, it will inevitably affect the first training class.
So… Lisanna drove him back.
Li Polo was somewhat embarrassed:
"It was me who sent you there..."
Lisanna pecked him lightly on the lips and smiled sweetly:
"Is this important? You have to train well and remember to call me at night!"
A warm feeling surged in Li Polo's heart:
"You should drive slower and don't think too much about me on the road."
In response to his complaints about the speed of the car, Lisanna rolled her eyes and stepped on the accelerator to speed away!
Looking at the string of white smoke coming out of the rear of the car, Li Polo shook his head.
Finally I had a good meal.
Even yesterday's dinner and hotel were paid for by the little girl!
Hotels in London city and around universities are much more expensive than rural suburbs like Wimbledon!
With this calculation, how much do perfume and lipstick cost?
Li Polo, who was a gigolo, was even more moved. He clenched his fists and encouraged himself to play football hard again.
He was then pulled aside by Cox:
"The official competition will start tomorrow. In today's intra-team competition, you must be careful with your movements and not be too aggressive..."
He immediately and seriously refused:
"I am a professional player. I respect my job. Whether it is a formal game or daily training, I will work 100% seriously!"
Cox bared his teeth:
"You kid really didn't understand? I didn't say you didn't work hard, we're just worried that someone would get hurt!"
Li Polo put away his serious expression and laughed:
"In your eyes, am I a villain who only wants to hurt people?"
Cox nodded:
"Well... no matter what I think, at least Dele Alli, Shinji Kagawa and others must think so!"
Li Polo shrugged:
"Then can I make a small request? In the last few minutes of tomorrow's game, can you let me get some playing time? You know, I just signed a new contract, and I get dozens of dollars for each appearance! And you're helping me with this!"
The kind-hearted Cox thought for a second and readily agreed:
"I'll convey that to the head coach. It shouldn't be a problem."
… …
Thanks to the coaching staff's advance deployment and careful arrangements, the entire Wimbledon team was able to safely complete the last .
In the afternoon of October 4, Adre led the players to drive to the next away game, Gloucestershire on the border between western England and Wales, to prepare to challenge the 11th league opponent, Cheltenham.
Cheltenham got 15 points in the first 10 rounds and ranked only 15th. Although they played at home, they were still under great pressure facing the leader with 9 wins and 1 loss in 10 rounds.
After several days of rigorous training, Adrey originally thought that his disciples could easily defeat their opponents, but when the game started, he found that things were definitely not as simple as he expected.
The home team did not choose to defend because of the difference in strength, but instead launched a full-scale attack from the very beginning!
Wimbledon was caught off guard, and the three fronts were completely unable to reach a consensus on the rhythm of offense and defense, so they were seized by the opponent. Left winger Matthew Taylor tore through the defense and made a powerful shot from the edge of the penalty area!
The second goalkeeper Ross Woerner, who finally started the game, had no reaction and could only watch the ball fly into the net!
Home team 1:0!
Adre was struck by lightning!
He even began to doubt himself!
The game lasted only 6 and a half minutes, and the team that I had trained carefully for a week was breached by the opponent?
What happened to the promise of knowing shame and then being brave?
After the last round of defeat, I have already made severe criticisms and the players have also trained seriously for a week. Now there are no injuries and all the main players are out. Shouldn't it be foolproof?
…
"DAMN IT!"
Barry Fuller spat viciously, his face full of anger.
Matthew Taylor, who scored the goal, was a left winger.
The breakthrough just now... was initiated from the right side that I was defending!
It was originally our team's attack just now, and I was moving forward to cover the flank for my teammates, but I didn't expect that Porter, who was dribbling the ball, was easily intercepted by the opponent, and the ball went through his back in a blink of an eye!
[It's all because of Porter's poor dribbling! ]
Fuller subconsciously turned to the bench on the sidelines and saw Li Polo with his chin in his hand. He became even more angry.
[The game has just begun, don't gloat over others' misfortune! ]
[Just keep your eyes open and watch carefully, I haven't shown my abilities yet! ]
…
Li Polo had changed several postures, but he still didn't see Fuller show his skills.
Cheltenham, who got off to a good start, started to defend with all their players from the 7th minute. Old captain Fuller, who liked to make forward runs and assists, suddenly lost his place. He could only press forward with the whole team and then create threats through crosses.
But... Akinfenwa is not good at jumping and competing for high balls, and he lacks the explosiveness and speed to move forward instantly. Although he can use his body to create some space, he will soon be surrounded by defenders.
Regardless of the occasion, how to break through the dense defense is a global problem. Even top coaches such as Guardiola, Klopp, Wenger, and Ancelotti may not be able to come up with effective tactics.
Even Mourinho, who is best at the bus tactics, can only sigh helplessly in front of the relegation opponents who are trying their best to retreat.
So, what ?
He could only stare at the players on the field with a frown, trying to use his eyes and spirit to help the players break through the opposite side's iron wall.
The players had been holding back for a week since the last defeat, but today they couldn't release their energy to their heart's content. This obviously aroused their fighting spirit, and each of them seemed to have exploded with 120% of their energy, rushing towards the home team's position, even at the risk of "dying together"!
Throughout the first half, there was chaos in front of the home team's penalty area, and the referee's whistle was heard one after another. Both the home and the away team received a total of 5 yellow cards due to excessive actions, which shows how intense the scene was.
It was the fifth yellow card that changed the situation that had been deadlocked for nearly 35 minutes.
In the 43rd minute of the game, Porter took a free kick in the frontcourt. Rigg, who was lurking behind the wall, received the ball and swept across the middle. Dubis successfully scored before the goalkeeper could make a move!
1:1!
"YES!"
Adley raised his arms and cheered, his expression looking much better.
After more than half an hour of fierce attack, if they still cannot score a goal, the team's morale in the second half will probably drop drastically. At that time, let alone reversing the score, they may even collapse further due to lack of physical strength and confidence.
He glanced at the opposing head coach.
[Now that the score is back to the same starting line, you can't just keep defending at home, right? ]
…
Twenty minutes later, Adre's face turned a little dark.
Looking at the still stalemate situation on the field, he couldn't help but want to curse!
[That old bastard on the opposite side actually continued to defend at home! ]
[Are you satisfied with a draw? ]
[This is your home ground, don't you have ? ]
After watching for another 10 minutes, Akinfenwa, Aziz, Dubisi and others were still surrounded by the opponent and did not get any chance at all.
Although Wimbledon had an overwhelming possession rate, they were unable to break through the opponent's tight defense.
The midfield and backcourt could only try to open up the situation through continuous long passes and blind through balls, but the results were really unsatisfactory. On the contrary, they were almost counterattacked by the opponent twice.
Adley took a deep breath, turned his head and instructed his assistant:
"Notify the substitutes to warm up, we have to make a change!"
