fat man who can't play football

Chapter 136 Choice
Carragher in the commentary booth took off his earphones and looked at Coach Steve who was chewing on the players.

This fat man is really interesting, I really want to know more about him.

Wait, why do I feel that I have a tendency to be bent.

Carragher patted his forehead belatedly.In a fully passive situation, this fat man can sit still. If Liz is killed, Steve may be hammered to death by the keyboard man.

Can such a head coach, who is basically still young, make such a decision?

It really makes people want to peep into his inner thoughts.

Wait, why does it have a sour smell?Carragher gripped the earphone tightly in his hand.

At this time, Fatty's mind was as pure as a paste, because he couldn't think of any tricks, and could only choose to resign himself to fate.

Unexpectedly, there was an unexpected surprise in the end.

Steve roared in his heart: Which angel sister is helping me!These bastards really resisted!
If only I had some champagne and beautiful women around me right now.

The overtime of the final test the willpower of the players even more. The torment of nine to 10 minutes of regular time has made the players miserable, leaving little room for the head coach to adjust, and the players can only rely on the willpower of the players to survive.

After a burst of extreme excitement, the fat man gradually calmed down.

Due to the inability to hold the ball in the midfield, Leeds United was basically under siege in the final stage of the game. Traore's physical fitness has been on a red light, and he can basically rely on walking on the field.

The midfield is only supported by Ronaldo and Cook. Even adding another midfielder may not be able to regain control of football from the Red Army.

These nasty bastards, I knew that I should let them spend less time chasing girls and vent all their energy on the ball.

The fat man viciously poked the small notebook in his hand with a pen.

Since you can't get the control of the midfield, just try to skip this step directly, or else, be more direct.

The fat man squinted his little eyes, and aimed at the big stupid guy on the bench—Teacher Tony.The handsome Tony suddenly felt the disgusting gaze of the dead fat man, and felt that there was a cold wind blowing in the backyard.

This fat man, why are you staring at me? Damn it, why do I feel so flustered?

After some lust, Coach Steve made a decision: just kick the ball on Mr. Tony's head, who knows how to comb his hair meticulously and still look so stylish.

Thinking about this, the fat man waved at Tony.

The stupid big man quickly took off his coat and ran up to the fat man.The fat man put his hand on the Italian's shoulder very naturally, and pressed down hard.

The big stupid guy is too tall.

"Luka, get ready to play in a while, you don't have to worry about anything after you get up, just give me the front. I will let people in the next year try to look at your face, uh, no, kick in the head."

A black line appeared on Tony's head, what on earth does this fat man want to do?But he promised quickly: "Understood, boss."

Tony really wanted to play. Before the game, when he knew that he was not in the starting lineup of the finals, Tony was still disappointed. After all, he is a 39-year-old veteran. Any miss may mean forever.

Teacher Tony began to warm up meticulously on the sidelines. At this age, the Italian veteran knows the importance of maintaining every part of his body.

The fat man didn't waste this short rest time, and called the rest of the disciples to form a circle: "In extra time, I will let Tony replace Traore, Andrea (Belotti), take your position a little further , Make up for the defensive space in the ribs.

The basic tactical idea is to hit the ball on Tony's head, don't think about controlling the ball and develop slowly, what is needed at this time is simple and rough.

If Tony can get the ball in the front court, you guys try to go forward. "

The referee signaled the players to return to the court as soon as possible with a whistle, and overtime was about to begin!

In the next three 10 minutes, the entire Wembley will be the arena for the players!

Players on both sides did not take the risk of attacking, because professional players are well aware of their physical limits, and players must distribute their physical energy reasonably to ensure that they can survive the game.

The Liverpool players quickly gained the upper hand, and while Klopp's attacking system hadn't been upgraded yet, Coutinho and Lallana had enough skills to keep the football under their feet.

Standing at the left-back position, Milner still behaves like an individual who can be blamed, and he can always step in and fight Coutinho from time to time.Milner pressed Red Beibei and Byram firmly in the backcourt through a wide range of interspersed runs.

In Liverpool's stormy attack, Leeds' defense looked shaky.

The fat man on the sidelines was afraid that Origi's koi attributes would explode and suddenly take away the game.

The tactic of finding Tony was also not going smoothly. Leeds players took turns trying to get the ball to find Tony, but the accuracy of the long pass was too poor, and only Phillips's ball could be seen.

Only sporadic one or two kicks hit the top of Tony's head. At this time, Da Touré's experience was revealed. Although the Ivorian is not as tall as Mr. Tony, Da Touré's elbow is always on Tony's waist.

As long as Tony jumps together, Da Toure will let Mr. Tony enjoy the feeling of flying through the dark force of his elbow.

In order to make the performance more realistic, Da Toure will also take off at the same time, skillfully walking on the edge of fouling and non-fouling.

Seeing this scene, the referee hesitated, feeling quite complicated. After thinking about it, he finally didn't blow the whistle.

The fat man was also helpless at the moment, he could only look pitifully at Yevez at the side.

Lao Ye couldn't think of a better way for a while, so he could only turn around and pick up the water bottle, so as to avoid the fat man's greasy gaze.

Klopp watched his team score no points, and the German had to go to the sidelines, whistle and roar at the Red Army soldiers.

But the whole Wembley was like a huge steamer, and these roars were evaporated in a blink of an eye, turning into the rising adrenaline of the players on the field.

The Red Army soldiers quickly responded to Klopp on the field. Coutinho saw Milner three seconds later and sent a precise overhead pass.

From the corner of his eye, Milner glanced at his teammates outflanking the middle, and swept the football towards the goal.

Origi's position at the front point led away Phillips and Coady. The lone wolf Sturridge showed his sense of terror in the penalty area, predicted the football's landing point, and grabbed a strong kick before the defender blocked it. volley.

Shocked, the heavy cannon accurately hit... Gollini's handsome face.

He was hit!
He just fell in front of the door!
The fat man could vaguely see the nosebleeds spreading from his cheeks.

It really hurts to watch it!The fat man quickly touched his nose.

(End of this chapter)