football's number one madman

Chapter 222 Is this the galaxy warship on horseback?

"Shh~~~"

The Mestalla stadium is full of noise at this time.

Ronaldo, who was standing at the 12 yard point, automatically blocked these sounds.

He took a deep breath.

His eyes were full of determination, even with a hint of fierceness.

Diego Alves on the opposite side is already highly nervous. As long as this penalty kick is scored, Real Madrid will be able to get rid of the current predicament!
Ronaldo runs up and volleys the goal with his right foot!

Alves started almost at the same time. After he took two steps outwards, he soared into the air and saved the ball with his left hand!
"boom!"

"Die~~~~ge~~~~"

A mountain roar and tsunami sounded again in the sky above Mestalia!
Alves jumped up from the ground, swung his fist vigorously, and roared triumphantly:

"If you want to break my goal, you are still 100 years away!"

【Damn! 】

Ronaldo put his hands on his hips and let out a long sigh.

"C Ronaldo missed a penalty kick!"

Zhan Jun could feel the tragedy of a hero's end through the screen.

Zhang Lu's mentality is much more optimistic than him, and he still smiles happily:
"Hey, the quality of Ronaldo's penalty kick is not bad, with speed and angle, but I can only say... Alves' prediction is too good! You can only blame bad luck when you meet such a goalkeeper, right? Ha ha."
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The score of 2:0 was maintained until the last second of the first half.

Compared with the dejected Real Madrid players, Valencia's side can almost be called joyful and arrogant.

Before entering the player tunnel, Paco, who scored twice, even ran to the front of the stands and had a lively interaction with his relatives and friends for a long time...

Then he just pushed open the door of the locker room when he heard Nuno Santo speak with a straight face:
"2:0 is the most dangerous score in the world! I don't want to leave Real Madrid with any hope of a comeback!"

Parejo, Figuli, and Paco are all gearing up:

"Oh hoo!"

"Let's blow up Real Madrid!"

After the mobilization was over, Worora urged Lee Polo:
"You have accumulated three yellow cards, and you will definitely be suspended for the next game..."

As soon as these words came out, the locker room, which was still enthusiastic just now, suddenly fell into a brief silence.

All eyes were on Li Poluo.

While wiping the sweat off his body, Lee Polo nodded:
"I know, so... the second half will blow them up and make them completely desperate!"

Nuno looked at him with a slightly complicated expression.

As the head coach, he certainly knows how important Lee Polo is to the team today.

He was about to say "don't be too sad" to comfort him when he saw Li Polo throw down the towel and stand up:
"Coach, can I get involved in some offense?"

Nuno froze for a moment, then nodded slowly after thinking for a moment:
"Benzema has retired from injury, I allow you to attack at the right time!"

Mustafi and Orbán shuddered involuntarily.

[Benzema is out, but... isn't there still Ronaldo and Bell? 】

【Coach, can you think about it again? 】

【You don't really think we can stop them, do you? 】
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Perhaps affected by the missed penalty kick at the last moment of the first half, Ronaldo and his teammates were still a little frustrated in the second half.

Even Real Madrid shrunk their formation, relying only on Bell and Ronaldo on the offensive end, occasionally hitting the home team's defense.

In the end, it was not Hesse or Isco who played instead of Benzema, but Carvajal.

The appearance of the right back immediately made Real Madrid's right wing more stable, while the previous Danilo was pushed to the position of the right avant-garde.

"Zidane changed to 442?"

After watching it for a few minutes, Zhan Jun felt a little strange.

The more experienced Zhang Lu slapped his thigh:
"Ouch, Real Madrid is not ready to attack!"

After being reminded by him, Zhan Jun suddenly realized:

"Zhang Zhi said... Zidane gave up this game, but wants to save the hope of a comeback until the Bernabeu a week later?"

After standing on the sidelines and watching for 10 minutes, Nuno finally came to his senses.

Seeing the visiting team's formation like an iron barrel, he gritted his teeth and cursed:

"Is this the star-studded galaxy battleship?"

"This is a heavy tank, a steel bunker on a horse!"

Pedro also frowned:
"What should we do? If a team like Real Madrid is determined to play iron barrels, our forwards will never find a chance to attack!"

Nuno's gaze also revealed a hint of ruthlessness:
"Let Fuego, Figuli, and Rodrigo all retreat!"
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In the 58th minute of the game, Fuego received instructions from the coaching team and moved his position back a few meters to keep parallel with Mustafi and Orban.

At the same time, the two wingers Feguli and Rodrygo were also properly recovered to maintain the number and competitiveness of the midfield.

As for the offensive line, Paco and Li Poluo are left as two forwards.

Zidane pursed his lips hard.

The intentions of both sides are very obvious.

I want to stick to the current score, but Nuno is not satisfied!

Real Madrid, the best at attacking, is now besieged by Valencia, who is the best at defending! -
"Pass me the high-altitude ball!"

Li Polo, who was ordered to support the striker, pointed to the top and shouted to his teammates, without worrying that the team's tactics might be leaked.

Yeah, don't worry at all.

Who doesn't know that the number one header maniac in La Liga is surnamed Li!

He even specifically provoked the Real Madrid defender:

"You are welcome, they can't stop me at all!"

Pepe and Ramos looked at each other, but they both saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.

【Damn, this kid... might be right! 】

[Negative emotions from Pepe, +10! 】

[Ramos, +16! 】

Just 30 seconds later, Parejo sent a cross from the right!
Li Polo, who had fully judged the landing point, got stuck in the position ahead of time, overwhelmed Pepe and leaped high, grabbing the pass without any suspense!

When he finished his header, Pepe hadn't even had time to take off!

[Pepe, +16! 】

It's a pity that the header angle was too straight. Navas, who was blocked from the near corner, blocked it with his legs, and only got a corner kick.

Without expanding the score, Lee Polo was not discouraged, but continued to command his teammates:

"Pass it to me, Pepe is old! Let me beat him!"

[Pepe, +55! 】

Master Pei next to him stared angrily, and his whole forehead seemed to be surrounded by a black murderous aura:
[Do you really think that I am calm and converted to Buddhism now? 】

[Don't be too crazy, kid! 】

[If you force out the blood in my heart, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it! 】
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Parejo was standing in the corner flag area, and of course he heard Li Polo's voice.

——This guy has such a loud voice, even the audience in the front row of the stands can hear it!
But he noticed even more that Li Poro raised his hands high and secretly made an "X" on top of his head!
[This is... a signal for a feint attack! 】

Captain Pa understood, and passed to the near post with his foot!
Li Polo attracted two central defenders, Pepe and Ramos, while Carvajal held back Paco. Valencia's two forwards were firmly locked, but then Mustafi inserted... But it was in an unattended state for a moment!
Modric reacted immediately, turned around and pulled, but the German defender's physique was much stronger than him, and he just dragged the magic flute to complete the head-shaking attack!
Navas showed unimaginable reflexes at this time. Unprepared, he made an extreme split and blocked the ball out of the goal line with his toes!
But his miraculous save was only once. Feguli came to the goal with a sprint from the outside of the small penalty area, and easily made a supplementary shot into the net against the rebounding ball!
"Suo~~Fian!"

"Feguli~~~~~~"

Mestalla is insane again!
The name of King Feitian of Algeria echoed in the loudspeakers throughout the stadium!
"Oh ho ho ho! Yo ho ho ho! Ho ho ho ho!!"

Like a male gorilla in estrus, Figuli tore the jersey on his chest vigorously while making a strange roar!
On the contrary, Lee Polo was very calm, and he didn't even forget to harvest a wave of negative emotions.

He looked at the two central defenders of Real Madrid who pressed him tightly against the far post, as if he was looking at two wooden stakes:
"Hey, the game is over, do you want to go home with me?"

The eyes of Pepe and Ramos seem to be red!

[Pepe, +88! 】

[Ramos, +99! 】

(End of this chapter)