football's number one madman

Chapter 221 Are you plotting against me?

"The goal was scored, 2 to 0! From Valencia's quick counterattack, Paco scored twice!"

Zhan Jun suddenly raised his voice:
"This is the first time that Real Madrid have conceded 25 goals in 2 minutes before a Champions League knockout match!
This is the fourth time in the 21st century that Real Madrid has fallen behind by two goals in a Champions League game.

The first was against Roma in 2004, the second was against Lyon in 2005 and the third was behind Borussia Dortmund in 2014.

The three times they fell behind, only the game against Roma was the last time Real Madrid came back, but they were fighting at the Bernabéu at home..."

The narrator, known as the "data encyclopedia", reported another data by the way:
"Keylor Navas has been shot on target by Valencia 5 times, setting a record for being shot in a single game in the Champions League..."

Zhang Lu next to him felt dizzy for a while, but finally let out a hearty laugh:

"Hey, haha, it seems that all signs point to Real Madrid's bad luck today! I don't know if Zidane has a way to deal with it? Are there any superstars like the BBC who can stand up and turn the tide?"
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Zidane looked stern, but his bald head had already seen a layer of sweat, shining under the light.

At this moment, he can't wait to take off his shirt, put on his jersey, go off the field himself, and teach these players how to play football.

But reason quickly stopped his cranky thoughts.

Real Madrid's current frontcourt players are all superstars. Even Qi Zu at his peak will not be a level higher than them.

He thought of Carlo Ancelotti, the Italian marshal, despite being in desperate situations many times, still behaved calmly, at most he just learned how Ferguson chewed gum.

As the head coach, you must not panic!

At least...don't let the players feel this negative emotion!

He glanced at the limping Benzema and informed Hesse and Isco on the bench to start warming up.

Although he doesn't want to replace Benzema at all, if he really can't persist, he should avoid rushing, right?
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Benzema also noticed the movement on the sidelines.

He closed his eyes and bowed his head, thinking for a moment, then he heard that annoying voice:
"Yo, are you praying for the blessing of Allah?"

[Benzema, +32! 】

The Frenchman opened his eyes, his eyes full of disgust:
"Just wait and see!"

Seeing his appearance, not only did Li Poluo shrink back without any fear, but he couldn't help laughing:

"Okay, I'm standing here, I'm waiting for you to challenge!"

Looking at his hippie smiling face, Benzema couldn't help clenching his fists:

"I'll make you never laugh again!"

[Benzema, +46! 】
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Benzema didn't admit it this time. When the game restarted, he quickly raised his hand to ask for the ball.

Li Polo waited a little longer, but before Modric could pass the ball, he was stopped by Parejo and Gomez, and Valencia took advantage of the situation to launch a wave of counterattacks.

Rodrigo and Gomez played two consecutive one-on-one cooperation on the wing, passing Casemiro and Danilo cleanly, and then Rodrigo broke into the penalty area. Facing the attacking Navas, he chose to go round Shot from the far corner, but missed the goal slightly because he failed to grasp the angle.

"Hey~~"

Rodrigo sighed.

Paco, who was five meters away, stomped his feet repeatedly:

"Dude, isn't it delicious for you to pass it on to me?"

"Let me perform a hat-trick, can you reduce your assist bonus?"

In the face of his babbling complaints, Rodrigo threw up his hands in surrender:

"Next time definitely!"

Although Li Poluo, who was 50 meters away, could not hear their conversation, he actively participated in it.

He glanced at a No. 7 striker not far away, and criticized Rodrigo loudly:

"You are so independent, you are even more independent than Ronaldo who is riding a horse!"

A blue tendon popped up on Ronaldo's neck:
[I didn't even take a single shot in this game, did I? 】

[Where am I alone? 】

[Negative emotions from Ronaldo, +100! 】
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When Real Madrid launched an offensive again, their front trident became more active, and even Bell moved from the right to the left, which he was most familiar with, and crossed positions with Ronaldo.

In the 36th minute, Bale relied on his speed to eat Valencia's entire right line of defense in one go, so that Parejo and Barragan could only follow behind their buttocks to eat dirt, and then kicked on the left side of the penalty area. Pass, send the ball to the goal.

A somewhat amusing picture appeared like this:

Benzema, who was slightly injured, staggered and rushed towards... Li Polo, who was waiting for a rabbit!
Seeing his brave and fearless appearance, Real Madrid fans were almost moved to tears!
But the result made them very heartbroken. Like a pure villain, Li Polo not only easily blocked Bell's pass, but also viciously knocked Benzema to the ground!
"Referee, isn't this a foul?"

Cristiano Ronaldo immediately raised his hands and yelled at the referee, but Atkinson ignored him and made Real Madrid No. 7 stomp his feet.

"Quick, you all pass the ball to me!"

Benzema got up from the ground, wiped the corners of his mouth, and glanced at Li Polo beside him, showing a mysterious smile:

"I already know his weakness!"

Li Boluo froze for a moment, and felt a little "thump" in his heart.

【weakness? 】

【How can you know? 】

Benzema's voice is like a demon:

"I've watched all your game videos this season, and I probably know you better than yourself!"

Li Poluo suddenly felt a chill rising from the bottom of his heart.

How could this seemingly stupid, desireless, and willing to be a green leaf French striker have such a profound scheming? -
Just 70 seconds later, Real Madrid made a comeback.

This time Cristiano Ronaldo and Benzema switched positions again. No. 7 acted as the center forward and split to the right. After No. 9 dribbled the ball away from Orbán, he met Li Polo head-on on the penalty area line.

"You can't get through it, Frenchie!"

The cooling time of [Eagle Eye] has not ended yet, Li Polo can only rely on momentum and experience to stop the opponent's assault.

But many people have long forgotten that Benzema, the head of the "Four Little Swans", has always been a talented player with technical skills!
When he fully demonstrated his delicate skills, Lee Polo, whose [Ball Control] attribute was only 53, could only kneel down and call him Grandpa!
I saw that Benzema was like a loach, and he was about to get into the small penalty area!
Li Polo subconsciously stepped out and stretched his feet, trying to break the football from the opponent's feet, but Benzema flicked his ankles and performed a bull's tail on the baseline!

The football rolled into the penalty area along the bottom line, but Benzema's left foot was hooked by Li Polo!

[No, it's not hooked! 】

Sweat broke out on Lee Polo's forehead instantly.

Only he himself knows what happened just now!
[Benzema is a bastard, he can obviously escape! 】

【He was deliberately waiting for me to stretch my feet! 】

【He's... making a foul! 】

"drop!"

A piercing whistle rang out over the Mestalla Stadium.

Li Poluo could feel his cheek muscles shaking crazily.

He was tricked by Benzema!

Atkinson threw him a yellow card and then pointed to 12 yards!
Yellow card + penalty!
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"It must be admitted that Benzema's breakthrough is really wonderful!"

Zhan Jun applauded the French striker's flash of inspiration:
"I'm afraid fans all over the world didn't expect that when faced with Li Polo's strong defense, Benzema, who could not get out of the line of fire with minor injuries, chose to head-on and resolutely break through!"

"His efforts also paid off, and Real Madrid won a precious penalty opportunity! Huh?"

He froze for a moment.

Because a line of information soon appeared on the screen.

【Miss the next match】
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"Don't you know some rules, little one?"

Benzema limped to his feet, reaching out to the sidelines for a substitution.

Before leaving, he smiled at Li Polo again:

"Then let me teach you for free... In the Champions League, if you accumulate three yellow cards, you will be suspended for one game."

Li Poluo's face suddenly changed.

[This step... seems to be my third yellow card in the Champions League this season? 】

[Negative emotions from Li Bo Luo, +444! 】
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"what……"

Zhan Jun and Zhang Lu expressed emotion in unison:

"This is really a pity. The appearance of this yellow card not only gave Real Madrid a penalty kick, but also caused Li Polo to miss the second round of the contest between the two sides!"

"Valencia already lacked two full-backs, and now Li Polo has to suspend the game, relying on only one Mustafi, how could they resist Real Madrid's counterattack?"
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"Hi, Frenchie."

Benzema, who was about to leave, heard the voice again.

He glanced sideways, but was surprised to find that Li Polo, who had been a little depressed just now, had raised his eyes again, and... exuded an unprecedented fierce and vicious aura.

I saw Li Boluo gearing up, twisting the knuckles of both hands so that there was a "click" sound.

Then he looked at Benzema and showed a confident but hideous smile:
"I can't play the next game, can I?"

"That's easy."

"For this match, I wish I could get all of you down!"

(End of this chapter)