football's number one madman

Chapter 270 Don't You Still Do It?

"2:0! Another victory for Valencia!"

Shen Fangjian became emotional again:
"Li Polo and Figuri knock on the door, Oblak has nothing to do!"

Jia Tianning directly grabbed the right to open the wheat:

"This goal, Lee Polo at least 80% of the credit!"

"If he hadn't broken through Gabi's defense and gave up a wonderful single-handed opportunity without greed, how could Figuli have scored so easily?"

Regarding his analysis, Shen Fangjian could only be dumbfounded:

[Why is it single-handed and wonderful? 】

[Lee Polo's position... is almost out of the corner flag area, okay? 】

[Even if he shoots the goal by himself, can he still pass Oblak? 】
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Conceded two goals in a row within 20 minutes, and captain Gabi was also injured. Atletico Madrid's next tactics gradually turned to simple and rough hand-to-hand combat.

Except for Savage, who has already received a yellow card, the actions of the other nine players are getting rougher and rougher.

However, Valencia was also psychologically prepared, and the confrontation between the two sides escalated rapidly. In just 20 minutes, a total of 4 players were sentenced to yellow cards, and the smell of gunpowder on the field became more and more intense.

During this period of time, both Li Polo and Figuli were closely guarded and almost disappeared from the camera, not to mention things like dribbling and shooting.

Li Polo wanted to try to get another yellow card on Savage, but the Atletico Madrid defender became much more cautious, and he would not be fooled for a while...

Instead, Gaya and Cancelo gained space, and the two full-backs stepped in from the back row. At a position more than 10 meters away from the penalty area, one left and one right shot a long shot.

It's just that the distance was too far, and the time left for Oblak's reaction was too long, so he didn't create any real threat at all.

The forwards of both sides were deep in the defensive quagmire, and could only hand over the main attacking force to the teammates in the midfield. It was not until the 42nd minute that DePaul, who had chased back to the penalty area, pushed Correa away. The referee immediately Renke decisively awarded a penalty kick!

DePaul was a little incoherent in a hurry:

"I just touched you lightly! It's lighter than when your father hit your mother!"

But Correa didn't care about this, and he further complained to the referee:

"Where's the yellow card? Where's the yellow card?"

Marenco shrugged his shoulders and briefly explained:
"The action was indeed too small to constitute a yellow card."

Correa glared at DePaul angrily, and threw the ball to the team's first penalty shooter.

The crowd quickly dispersed, and the live broadcast camera was aimed at Griezmann who was walking towards the 12-yard point.

There was a breeze blowing in the Mestalla at night, and the Frenchman's golden hair danced with the wind and shone in the light.

Shen Fangjian couldn't help but praise:
"Griezmann from this angle is really handsome!"

Jia Tianning glared at him:
"What's the use of being handsome? Can being handsome win the game?"

There were deafening boos from the stands as the home fans tried to distract the penalty shooter.

But Griezmann didn't let them succeed. After running for five small steps, he suddenly made an obvious pause, causing the goalkeeper to completely shake his center of gravity, and then kicked a half-high ball towards the upper left of the goal!

Griezmann clenched his right hand.

A shot from this angle is the most difficult for a goalkeeper to shoot!
But his right hand froze in mid-air.

Diego Alves took half a step to the right, stretched out his hands, and confiscated his shot directly!
"Not too high, not too low, it's too easy to save!"

The experienced old goalkeeper sneered, ignoring the Frenchman's face at all, swung his right arm, and threw the football out!
Simeone on the sidelines hugged his head before he had time to feel sorry for Griezmann's missed penalty!
Just three seconds later, Mestalla once again became the scene of the [-]-meter sprint!
And what made Simeone even more creepy was...the No. 9 forward of the white team, who was the fastest on the field, almost rushed towards Savage!
[Savic... already has a yellow card! 】

Equally creepy is Savage himself.

He was already running towards his own half with all his strength, but was still caught up by Li Poluo from behind.

And... this bastard still has the energy to make a provocation:
"If you don't do it again, I'm going to pass!"

Seeing that Li Polo really speeded up again, and Felipe and Fran couldn't defend himself, Savage knew that he had no choice!

He stretched out his right leg without hesitation, and got stuck on Li Polo's next step!

Li Poluo bumped into it firmly!

The two fell to the ground almost at the same time!
"drop!!!"

The sharp whistle pierced the noisy sky again.

Watching Savage's two yellows turn into one red, Simeone let out a mouthful of hot air.

[This yellow card, no wonder the player! 】

"Savic's foul prevented Li Polo from being single-handed, but he was sent off, and Atletico Madrid fell into an unexpected predicament..."

Shen Fangjian scratched his head and glanced at Atletico Madrid's roster:
"Gabi's injury before has used up a substitution spot, and now he has been sent off as the main central defender. How can Simeone adjust? With Godin injured, only the teenager Lucas is on the bench. Hernandez can comeo as central defender..."

Jia Tianning nodded in satisfaction:

"I have said long ago that to stop a top forward like Lee Polo, Atletico Madrid must pay a heavy price!"

[Negative emotions from Savage, +444! 】

[Simone, +456! 】
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Hernandez was ordered to warm up at the first time, but Parejo had already taken this 35-meter free kick.

Lee Polo still did not observe his passing route, but quickly glanced at the defensive crowd.

Felipe, Cork...they have one thing in common:

All have yellow cards!

He chose Felipe, who was closer to the pass.

When other forwards are vying for landing spots, they can't wait to bypass the defenders, but Li Poluo just does the opposite!
"Don't even think about going there!"

Felipe is a typical impulsive defender who doesn't care about anything once his blood hits the ground. When he saw that Li Polo was about to head the ball ahead of him, his hands and feet had already replaced his brain to make a move. Decide.

Both hands grabbed Li Polo's collar, and his right foot directly hooked Li Polo's left leg!
Hearing two strange noises of "Chi" and "Plop", Li Polo fell to the ground in response!

"drop!!!"

The referee blew the whistle immediately, but did not easily play the card.

After all, he sent off Atletico Madrid's main defender half a minute ago, so he has to take care of the mood of the weak.

Moreover, as Spain's No.1 whistle, he also knows Lee Polo's "big name".

He doesn't want to be used by some players!
But when he rushed to the scene of the crime and checked the tragedy of the "victim" with his own eyes, Marenco decisively took out the yellow card!
Two yellows turn one red!
Before Felipe could defend himself, Marenco pointed to the big hole on Li Polo's back that was torn open by him:

"Go take a bath and rest, young man!"

[Negative sentiment from Felipe Luis, +484! 】

"My... Virgin Mary!"

Simeone on the sidelines almost fell to his knees in the command area.

The main central defender and left back were sent off within 1 minute, and his heart almost collapsed!
He does have two substitutions in his hand, but no matter who is replaced, it is impossible to make up for the current disadvantage!

Atletico Madrid, danger!

[Simone, +886! 】

(End of this chapter)