Volume 1: Playing football with me will break your legs Chapter 6 The Little One Is Not Small
"drop!"
Assistant coach Cox, who was acting as the referee, immediately blew the whistle for a timeout.
Without him making any gesture, Douglas, the team doctor who had been on standby on the sidelines, rushed in.
After a quick inspection, Douglas shook his head at the head coach on the sidelines:
"At least one toe was broken."
Adley slapped himself on the forehead and cursed:
"SHIT!"
The team’s reserve of defenders was already insufficient. One was seriously injured in the previous friendly match. Unexpectedly, another one was disabled in less than a week!
Looking at his feet that were bleeding profusely, Smith almost fainted!
The new season is about to begin, but he has ruined himself because of a dispute within the team!
For a professional player, injury not only means not being able to play in the game, but also means a significant loss in income!
Moreover...if I rest for too long, my position as the main player in the team may be threatened!
[Negative emotions from Jack Smith +10! ]
Looking at this message, Li Polo was slightly surprised.
Originally, he thought that negative emotions could only gain 1 point at a time, but now he understood that negative emotions also have high and low levels!
He raised his eyebrows, walked up to Captain Fuller, and said coldly:
"Captain, are you going to stay with him in the hospital?"
Fuller's eyes widened with anger, but he remained silent in the end.
[Negative emotions from Barry Fuller +1! ]
He saw the conflict just now very clearly. Smith's shot was determined to succeed, and Li Polo's block was extremely dangerous. If he was half a step slower, not only would he not be able to block the opponent's shot, but he might also get hurt!
But Li Polo rushed forward without hesitation. As a defender responsible for defense, he was undoubtedly extremely competent. This time he stole the ball very accurately. No one could blame him, and Fuller could not openly attack him.
Although Adre replaced Smith immediately, the injury of the vice-captain still left a psychological shadow on the other players. They mostly appeared cautious in the following games and the score of 0-1 remained until the end.
"There are still ten days until the first round of the new season begins. I hope you can all adjust in time."
At the end of the training, Adre gave a summary speech:
"We narrowly avoided relegation last season, but everyone should know that League Two is not where we want to stay for a long time. We all yearn for a higher level of performance! In this transfer window, we have brought in a number of talented players in order to launch an impact on League One!"
His eyes fell on Fuller:
"Barry, as the captain, you have to lead by example and lead all your teammates to work together!"
Fuller pursed his lips. He didn't know if the head coach was warning his gang, so he could only nod:
"I will, Coach."
Adley waved:
"Polo, you stay for a while, the others can disperse."
Li Polo stood there obediently, watching his teammates disperse.
I just heard Adley ask:
"Is there anything you need my help with?"
Li Polo was stunned for a moment, then shook his head:
"No."
He is not the kind of good boy who likes to report to the teacher, he prefers to solve problems by himself.
Adley looked at him and did not continue to ask questions. Instead, he changed the subject:
“Can you play left back?”
Smith was the only starting left-back. After he got injured, this position immediately became vacant, which made Adre even more distressed.
Li Polo thought for three seconds before answering truthfully:
"Coach, I only played as a left-back twice at Clapton..."
Although he is only a little over 1.8 meters tall, his excellent jumping ability allows him to firmly occupy the position of main central defender in Clapton. He can occasionally play on the right, but the left is indeed an unfamiliar position.
The reason why I didn't hide it was because this kind of thing can be seen at a glance, so it's better to admit it frankly.
Adley sighed with some regret:
"Ok, there's nothing we can do about it."
At this time, Cox remembered something and handed over the roster in his hand:
"By the way, pick a number for yourself."
Li Polo took it and took a look. The numbers 2, 3, 4 and 5, which traditionally belonged to defenders, had already been assigned to different numbers. For example, the captain and vice-captain Fuller and Smith occupied numbers 2 and 3 respectively. The remaining numbers he could choose from were all larger numbers over 20.
In football, except for some players who prefer special numbers (such as Kaka's 22, Thomas Muller's 25, Schweinsteiger's 31, Yaya Toure's 42, Balotelli's 45, Cassano's 99), the bigger the jersey number, the further away the player is from the starting lineup...
After he looked through everyone's numbers, he looked up hesitantly and asked:
"Number 1... is that okay?"
In traditional concepts, No. 1 is of course the number of the main goalkeeper, but Wimbledon's No. 1 goalkeeper James Shea has always favored No. 20, while the two substitute goalkeepers are No. 21 and 26 respectively, so that no one uses this number.
Cox raised his eyebrows, his face full of surprise:
"Are you sure you want this number?"
Li Polo shrugged his shoulders:
“There’s no rule that number 1 can only be a goalkeeper, right?”
Cox glanced at the head coach, and seeing that he had no objection, he shrugged indifferently.
"Maybe one day, you will really play goalkeeper!"
…
"That bastard actually chose number 1?"
Fuller, who had just finished taking a shower, received the news. He threw away his towel and sat in the locker room with an unhappy look on his face.
Akinfenwa, who had finished bathing together, patted his water-covered belly and said with a smile:
"Number 1? Interesting."
Fuller glanced at him and became even angrier:
"If you hadn't given it your all, how could he be so arrogant?"
Akinfenwa wiped his shiny forehead, hung the towel around his neck, and looked him straight in the eye:
"Dude, I'm here to play football, not to play with you!"
He blocked all of Fuller's unhappiness and couldn't help but kick a bottle of mineral water away.
The door of the locker room happened to open, and Li Polo, who had just chosen his number, walked in with brisk steps.
He didn't pay much attention to other people's emotions. He just took off all his clothes in a few seconds and walked into the shower room whistling.
Akinfenwa glanced sideways down at him and whistled, smiling as well:
"Little guy, you are not little at all!"
After hearing what he said, Li Polo almost fell down!
Fuller's face became even uglier!
He felt that his authority as captain was being quickly stripped away!
He closed his eyes, but his mind was filled with the image of Li Polo taking off his clothes just now.
My goodness, this bastard... is really big!
