football's number one madman

Chapter 333 Is this a goal?
"drop!!!"

The referee Manzano immediately took out the yellow card.

Glancing at Messi lying on the lawn, Phil Jones walked away silently.

This time it was definitely a foul, and he had no way to justify the yellow card.

If the referee were more stern and selfless, he wouldn't be surprised at all even if he showed a red card.

[Using a yellow card for myself, in exchange for Messi to rest, this deal... is also a good deal, right? 】
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After the Barcelona team doctor's diagnosis, Messi's injury is not serious, but it is not enough to support him to continue the game.

Enrique had no choice but to make substitution adjustments, and sent out Valencia's old general, Paco Alcacer, who scored 3 goals in a single season.

It's just that he didn't have much room to play. He had just squeezed into the visiting team's defense when he was stopped by his old teammate Bernat.

——Although Bernat only returned to the team in 2016, as a youth player in Valencia, he and Paco played from U18 to 2014. Although they cannot be called childhood sweethearts, their friendship has lasted at least 5 years .

Rakitic quickly passed the ball to Paco's feet. Facing the teammate he was most familiar with, the physically fit Paco accelerated and easily pierced Bernat and got a chance to enter the penalty area.

It's just a pity that what stood in front of him was Van Dijk, whom Messi failed to cross in the first 44 minutes. Paco, who had just appeared on the field, swayed left and right, but he didn't let the Dutch defender lose his focus. Mixing garlic, watching the football roll into Alves' arms...

"Drip, drip, drip~~~"

Seeing that Alves was about to take a big kick quickly, the referee Manzano couldn't wait to blow the whistle for the end of the first half.

[Valencia cannot be allowed to play a fast break! 】

[Don't say whether Barcelona can keep up, at least I, the referee, definitely can't keep up! 】
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"Today's home whistle is obvious, we have already received three cards."

Back in the coaching area of ​​the locker room, Worro said with a little worry.

Neville Jr. also frowned, not very satisfied with the score of 2:1:
"Fortunately, Messi is off, and they have one less explosive point."

Big Neville rubbed his chin, and it took a long time before he raised his head:

"In the second half, we compressed the defense a little more."

Neither of the two teaching assistants responded:
"?"

I saw Big Neville nodded resolutely:
"The pressing in the frontcourt can be appropriately reduced, compressing the opponent's midfield passing opportunities and allowing them to increase their turnovers!"

He walked quickly to the tactical board and raised his voice:
"Guys, let's call 442 instead!"
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Not surprisingly, Rodrigo retreated to the midfield in accordance with the coach's request. Together with DePaul, Perez, and Parejo, they faced Barcelona's four midfielders-Iniesta, Busquets, La Kittic and Gomez started strangling.

It seems to be a four-on-four competition, but the 33-year-old Iniesta, in terms of physical confrontation and counter-attack strength, is not an opponent of the younger generations at all-not to mention that even Xiaobai at his peak never used defense famous.

Just after less than 10 minutes of fighting, the Barcelona midfielder was in danger.

In the 53rd minute, Gomez, who was about to dribble forward, was intercepted by Parejo in his own half. Captain Parejo passed it directly to Munir without any hesitation.

After Munir sprinted 30 meters with the ball in his hand, he decisively crossed the middle. Li Polo volleyed before Pique and Mascherano blocked it. There was a burst of laughter at the Camp Nou.

Only 3 minutes later, Iniesta also made a big mistake. His through ball from the left was blocked by Jones. Perez.

Knowing that Busquets resisted him, Perez didn't turn around at all, but knocked the ball to DePaul behind him with his heel.

Li Polo, who was in the 20-meter appearance battle, couldn't help but praise:

[The ability to pass the ball alone is enough for me to learn for another year! 】

Unfortunately, before DePaul had time to send the ball to the feet of other teammates, Rakitic shoveled it from behind, and Valencia lost a chance to counterattack quickly.

Manzano finally remembered his identity, and reluctantly showed a yellow card to Rakitic, who was shoveling behind, but was still booed by the fans.

【It's really hard to be a referee! 】

Seeing that the midfield was tight, Rafinha on the front line and Mascherano on the defense line also had to join the battle, but Valencia also had a way to deal with it.

Gary Neville called out another strong waist from the bench-Marcos Llorente, ready to further strengthen the midfielder's hand-to-hand ability!

And... Li Polo has retreated between Busquets and Mascherano!

Gomez, who was closest to Busquets, glanced at this old teammate, and his heart suddenly became cold!
Li Polo didn't even need to take too many actions to calm down the two Barcelona players!

It seems that the number of midfielders on both sides is 6:5, but in fact... it is 3:4!

——Iniesta's physical fitness is declining, Professor Bu and Ma Ge are held back by Li Polo, and there are only Rakitic, Gomez, and Rafinha on Barcelona's side!

Gomez was in a trance for a while, but found that Perez had already stabbed the football under his feet!

Li Polo, who was chatting passionately with Busquets a second ago, at this moment, smelled like a vicious dog who hadn't eaten for three days, and his whole body turned into an afterimage, appearing directly on the football track!
Valencia's midfield collectively pressed forward!
Li Polo, who grabbed the football, pulled the ball back with his left foot and completed the turn, then swung his right foot and kicked a half-high ball to the right.

Munir had already started to accelerate, Umtiti had to chase to the wing, and Pique was the only Barcelona player left in the middle!
Li Polo, who completed the pass, of course would not stop at the spot to appreciate it. As Valencia's top star, how could he completely hand over the heavy responsibility of offense to an unknown young player on loan from Barcelona?
charge!

At this moment, Li Polo fully aroused his speed. After just two breaths, he crossed the center line and headed straight for Barcelona's big penalty area!

He even had the illusion that sparks were flying around his body.

It was caused by the intense friction between the high-speed self and the air!
Pique's pupils shrank suddenly!
Facing Li Polo's all-out attack, he subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but his sense of responsibility as the core of Barcelona's defense allowed him to gain a firm foothold on the penalty area line.

"bring it on!"

He saw that Umtiti failed to intercept, and Munir sent a cross from the right to the ground!
Munir tried his best. Umtiti is not a rookie. His physical fitness is one of the few defenders in La Liga. It is very difficult to pass the ball, let alone a comfortable high ball...

What's more, Li Polo has not even entered the penalty area now, and it is impossible to directly head the ball from that position!
To be able to complete the 20-meter dive to the top, after all, it is only Van Persie who is possessed by European spirit...

【MMP! 】

Li Poluo wanted to scold his mother when he saw it!

His 【Hawkeye】has not finished cooling down yet, so he can only rely on his true ability to grab this low ball!

[Speed: 97! 】

[Ball control: 63. 】

[Shots: 51...]

【Pass: 44………】

He braked to slow down in front of Pique, stretched out his right foot, and was about to stop the ball.

At this pace, a direct shot would almost mean a sky-high performance at the Nou Camp.

But Lee Polo still underestimated his own speed.

When Pique rushed to stretch his feet to intercept, Munir's cross jumped up strangely on the line of the penalty area.

The football hit a small touchline halfway through, slipping between the right feet of Pique and Lee Polo.

Then... hit the inside of Li Polo's left foot, which was half a step behind, and rolled into the penalty area by coincidence...

Li Polo's first reaction was also extremely fast, he pushed his shoulders outward, and directly carried Pique away!

Then he took two steps forward, caught up with the ball, and before Ter Stegen blocked it in place, he hit the ball with a low shot!
The football rubbed the toes of the little lion and went straight to the lower left corner of the goal!
3: 1!

Valencia No. 9 completes hat-trick in 60 minutes!

"Is it okay to ride a horse?"

Although Gary Neville on the sidelines uttered a swear word, he jumped on his brother in the next second!

"Is this... can you ride a horse?"

Enrique on the side looked ashen, and couldn't help but grabbed his gray hair.

"This stepping on a horse... what kind of extraordinary skill is it?"

"It's purely relying on luck and reaction speed to shoot!"

"Such a shot is not considered a goal in Barcelona's dictionary!"

"Only by relying on delicate footwork skills to score five consecutive goals in one breath, can it be considered a goal with technical content!"

(End of this chapter)