Volume 1: Playing football with me will break your legs Chapter 77: No one can guess my tactics!
I wish all my readers a happy new year! Good health! Happy family!
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"OOOH!!!"
In the stands of the King's Turf Stadium, thousands of crazy fans screamed almost at the same time.
Lisanna Taylor almost fainted, but fortunately her best friend Mira, who was sitting next to her, grabbed her.
Mike's voice in the front row reached their ears clearly:
"Oh my god, he got hit hard in the face by the goalkeeper!"
"The referee has stopped the game, the team doctor, the team doctor is coming in!"
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Wimbledon team doctor Stuart Douglas rushed into the court with several assistants.
Although the goal was breached, Rogers still waved his hand and asked Liverpool's medical team to follow closely.
After all, just like the economic conditions of the two clubs, the medical teams of both sides are not at the same level - according to incomplete statistics, a large proportion of the team doctors of English League Two teams are retired players who have transferred to other positions, and some do not even have medical qualifications!
"Hey, Polo, Polo?"
"Boy, wake up!"
"Pry open his teeth, or he might swallow his tongue!"
Li Polo vaguely heard bursts of noisy noises coming from outside, and then a few thick fingers stirring around in his mouth savagely, causing a wave of nausea in his stomach.
He wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt heavier than ever before and he could only sense a slight hint of light.
"Doctor, his eyes are moving! His pupils are shrinking!"
"But his body still doesn't respond to our stimulation!"
"His breathing is a little weak. Someone, give him artificial respiration!"
【Oh no, I don’t want to do this! 】
Li Boluo wanted to struggle, but his limbs and fingers seemed to be restrained and he had no strength at all.
Several strong and powerful hands held down his body, and a dark shadow slowly approached him.
[Damn it! Don’t come over here! ]
Li Polo could feel the hot air coming out of the other party, and even felt the hard stubble...
His stomach suddenly spasmed and a stream of liquid spurted out along his esophagus!
With a cry of "Wow", Li Polo sat up straight!
Douglas, the team doctor who had half of his face sprayed, didn't bother to wipe the vomit. He first raised two fingers and waved them in front of the injured person:
"What is this?"
Li Polo suddenly felt that this scene... seemed a little familiar?
He searched deep in his memory and immediately got the answer.
Just half a year ago, the first thing I did after my rebirth was to take the same test as Douglas!
"Two, Doctor."
Douglas breathed a sigh of relief, then took the towel handed over by the assistant and began to wipe the foreign matter off his face:
"My God, Polo, what on earth did you eat today?"
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Because Li Polo was knocked unconscious, the game was interrupted for more than 3 minutes. The referee Moss did not add any extra time and announced the end of the first half.
The team doctors originally wanted to carry Li Polo back on a stretcher, but Li Polo insisted on walking by himself. Fuller and Smith quickly helped him up from the left and right, allowing him to experience the care and love from their big brother.
"Honey, are you okay?"
The two captains had just helped him to the sidelines, and before he entered the player tunnel, they saw Lisanna jogging over from the stands.
The home stadium security personnel immediately reached out to stop him, but saw the vice president of the fan association, Mike, waving at him, so he could only curl his lips:
"It turns out he's a relative."
Lisana threw herself into Li Polo's arms, almost knocking out the remaining food in the patient's stomach:
"You frightened me!"
Li Polo patted his girlfriend's shoulder and forced a smile:
"Don't worry, don't you know how strong my body is?"
He glanced at the coaches again:
"I'm going to the locker room now, baby, you can just cheer for me in the stands."
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Li Polo, who comforted his girlfriend, was the last player to return to the locker room.
Adley looked at him:
"We all admire your bravery, but believe me, no one wants you to get injured and leave the game here."
Li Polo raised his hands and made a gesture of surrender:
"OK, I won't do it in the second half."
Adley nodded slightly and turned to the team doctor:
"How is he doing?"
Douglas shrugged his shoulders:
"He's very strong and doesn't look like he has a concussion, just a little nosebleed, and he's perfectly fine to continue."
Only then did Adre finally feel relieved:
"OK, let's talk about the next tactics. Uh... Goodman, you need to warm up and be ready to go at any time."
Li Boluo glanced at the substitute central defender and couldn't help asking:
"What??"
[I just said I don’t have any problems, right? ]
Adley looked calm and composed:
"Are you surprised? That's right, you can't guess my tactics, let alone Liverpool?"
Li Polo tilted his neck slightly, his head full of question marks:
"???"
Adley walked to the tactical board, picked up the small round sign with the number "1" on it, and pushed it forward a few centimeters:
"Don't you always want to participate in more attacks? Just now you even had a high-speed sprint of more than 80 meters, expressing your inner desire to me. As the head coach, I don't want to stifle this desire, so I decided... to let you play as a midfielder!"
Li Polo's breathing suddenly became rapid:
"Really?"
Adley nodded very affirmatively:
"In about 60 minutes, I will replace Boorman with Goodman, and then you will be responsible for taking over his job and helping Fuller deal with...Coutinho and Markovic. If there is any extra energy, I will look forward to you playing a bigger role in the offensive end!"
After hearing the coach's arrangement, Bulman did not feel any dissatisfaction . After all, time is not forgiving, and at the age of 36, he is indeed the player who needs rest the most.
Li Polo looked at the chess pieces on the tactical board while thinking about the coach's arrangements.
Cox added very considerately:
"Malkovic prefers to fight alone. Apart from crossing, he rarely cooperates with others. But Coutinho is different. He is the most critical figure in Liverpool's frontcourt. As long as he is eliminated, their organization of attack will be paralyzed by 80%!"
Li Polo showed a ferocious smile:
"Don't make it so obvious, Coach. I know what to do!"
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"Ding~"
"The second half of the game has begun. Both sides have changed sides and no personnel adjustments have been made for the time being."
Zhan Jun also returned to his live broadcast room:
"Before the end of the first half, Li Polo helped the Kuangbang score an extremely wonderful header, but then he was knocked unconscious by a punch from Mignolet. Such a dangerous move... didn't even earn him a yellow card!"
Li Yuankui expressed great appreciation for the Red Army fan's "sacrifice of relatives for the sake of justice":
"It's incredible. The referee's whistle was a little soft today. Mignolet's punch was just a little bit away from hitting his temple. Li Polo's life might even be in danger!"
But several commentators from the British BBC have different opinions.
For example, Liverpool's former vice-captain Carragher strongly disagrees:
"This kind of save is too common in English football. I encounter it in almost every game when I play. If I have to take out a card every time, the head coach may not be able to handle it!"
Neville couldn't help but roll his eyes at his comments that only cared about his position and not the facts:
"I finally understand why you're so smart, Jamie."
Carragher didn't react:
"What's wrong?"
Neville shrugged.
"So it's because your IQ is not high enough because the goalkeeper hits you in the head in every game!"
Carragher jumped up from his seat with a bang, ready to punch his old enemy and pay tribute to his teammate Mignolet.
The host Lineker quickly changed the subject:
"Oh, Boorman tackled Coutinho and Liverpool got a free kick in a good position in the frontcourt!"
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"puff!"
Boorman spat and got up from the ground.
Looking at the yellow card held high by the referee, he shook his head slightly but said nothing.
The Brazilian kid's dribbling was so flexible that I couldn't stop him except by fouling him due to my declining physical condition!
But it doesn’t matter, I’m going to leave the field soon, so this yellow card is well deserved.
Kennedy is already warming up on the sidelines and can replace Burman at any time. By that time, the reinforced right-side defense will only be more solid!
Boorman smiled and stood in front of the penalty area with Li Polo, Phillips and others to form a human wall.
They watched Gerrard lower his head and fiddle with the football, then took three steps back.
Referee Moss made a gesture, Gerrard took a deep breath, slowly raised his eyes and looked straight ahead.
Li Polo's heart trembled, and he quickly activated [Eagle Eye].
A perfect arc was drawn from Gerrard's feet, bypassing the human wall and Werner's fingers with unparalleled speed and momentum, and falling directly into the blind corner of the goal!
Li Polo saw it very clearly!
But he could do nothing!
He could only watch as the 36-year-old captain of the Red Army raised his fist high and smashed it hard on his chest!
He is not old yet!
He wants to win!
2:2!
Liverpool equalized the score again in the 5th minute of the second half!
