Chapter 281 This is the "secret" of madman Li
After stopping for less than two hours, it began to rain again!
In the night!
The bus with the Newcastle club logo drove slowly on the highway from London to Newcastle City. The laughter and playful voices of the magpie players in the car kept coming out of the rain, surprised the low clouds in the sky!
After the bus, it is the Newcastle fan team that came back with the team!
The fans either let go of the loud music, or open their voices and shout freely, or stick their heads out of the car window to get wet in the rain... In short, it's a dreamy night!
They came to London more than ten hours ago with anticipation, and more than ten hours later, they evacuated here contentedly!
What is taken away is victory, and what is left is shame!
Laughter and laughter floated on the highway from London to Newcastle. Even the cold and rainy night with gloomy cold winds seemed to warm up in the laughter of the Newcastle people... an hour ago!
Newcastle had bad luck in the first half of the season, and finally impressed the whole England with a hearty victory at White Hart Lane in North London!
When referee Willy blew the whistle at the end of the game and looked at the huge score gap on the bright red scoreboard above the White Deer Lane, more than 30,000 home team fans covered their faces and cried in the unbridled cheers of more than 2,000 Newcastleans!
This scene looks so ironic in the rainy night of White Deer Lane!
In fact, considering the invincible reputation of the madman Li Zhan, no one thought about the possibility of Tottenham Hotspur losing before the game!
But the situation of this game is different after all!
Because Newcastle is not the star-star Real Madrid or the star-starred England team, and the victory of the football match is not entirely up to the head coach!
In addition to the head coach, it also depends on the real strength of the two teams!
Whether from the recent game status or the comparison of the team's basic strength, Newcastle is worse than Tottenham Hotspur!
A big part!
In terms of the head coach, the Dutchman Martin Joel is even weaker!
In the past eight months of this season, the Dutch coach has been elected as the best coach of the month at least four times, such as the Blues madman Mourinho, the Red Devils godfather Ferguson, and the Gunners leader Arthur Wenger... Unfortunately, such a magical head coach, leading the strength. Tottenham Hotspur, which is far better than Magpie, still lost!
Although Martin Joel once brought a lot of trouble to the madman Lee and his Newcastle with his very bold on-the-spot command, in the face of the crazy 3-4-3 formation as crazy Li, he finally had to swallow the bitter result... Ninety minutes later, when the madman Li was like this. He led a group of remnants to defeat Martin Joel's elite division, and everyone could not accept it for a while! In a vague distance, countless chin dislocations and broken glasses could be heard all over the British Isles as a result of the game!
It's weird!
Why?
All of England is asking!
However, at the post-match press conference, Michael Owen, the best player of the whole game, took out a piece of information to answer all questions!
"...This is the information Mr. Rice Bucket gave us the day before the game. Everyone in the team got a data analysis with surnames..."
Michael Owen looked very excited: "I think many people only see the scene of Mr. Rice Bucket receiving cheering and worship when he won, but they didn't see the hardships of his struggle to accumulate strength for victory behind the game... When any football coach can be like Mr. Rice Bucket, He devotes himself to football and spends all his energy to sort out his own things from the huge amount of existing information, data and videos, so he can also win every battle..."
It turns out that this is the reason for victory!
After curiously and carefully reading the information in Michael Owen's hand, Tottenham Hotspur's head coach Martin Joel expressed his shame on the spot!
The Dutch coach shook hands with the madman Li with admiration and sighed: "... Tottenham Hotspur did not lose to Newcastle, but to the madman Li... Perhaps Li's coaching ideas pointed out a new way of working for many football coaches... Goodbye, I'm going to comfort my players!"
The reporters who were eager to try at the press conference, after reading the information presented by Owen, also put away the original difficulties and malicious speculations with a ashamed face... No matter when and where, the people who really work hard will be respected!
A page of information gives the most reasonable explanation of everything that happened on the night of White Deer Lane!
The revelation of Michael Owen, the best player in this game, made the originally gunpowder-ish post-match press conference end easily in harmony and praise!
In the crackling flash, the muffled man's mouth was almost crooked!
Okay, you Michael Owen, you are so good at it! It's not in vain that Lao Li smashed nearly 30 character points on you in one breath. It's worth it!
Now, Li Tongfan's invincible "secret" is made public!
Of course, this is fake!
The real reason - it's not that the Dutch have no means, but because of the madman Li... This evil stuffy man has a FM2008 in his hand! Shamelessly cheating in advance, using the system to draw up the results of the game, and querying the database to suppress Tottenham players from technical actions... Three-pronged approach, even the magical magician Harry Potter is coming!
............John Newton is an ordinary bus waiting in Newcastle City. Of course, in addition, like many relatives and friends around him, he also has a special identity - the central member of Newcastle's largest fan club "Flying Magpie"!
What makes Newton very helpless is that although there is a game between Newcastle and Tottenham Hotspur tonight, and it is the first game after [God on the side of the football field] madman Lee came to St. James Park, he can't go to London with the team to cheer for Newcastle, and he can't even sit down. The first time you know the result of watching the score in front of the TV!
Because according to the schedule, Newton will be on duty until 20:30 tonight!
20:30?
By that time, at least half of the first game of madman Li has been staged!
The anxious Newton didn't know how he survived the three or four hours of duty. Even several times because of absent-mindedness, Newton almost forgot to stop when the bus passed the stop sign!
After finishing the last route, Newton didn't even have time to call his newlywed wife who was waiting for him to go back to dinner, so he rushed into a nearby football-themed bar at the station!
When I opened the door and went in, a strong fragrance of beer came to my face!
Before Newton had time to look at the score on the big screen in the middle of the bar, a huge cheer like a volcanic eruption rushed into his eardrums in an instant... "Goal, goal, goal, goal, Turkish boy Emre's pass, Smith bombarded the door!!"
"Oh, it's already 4:1..."
."...Oh, oh, oh, oh, Smith, you're a fucking genius!!!"
"...Hey, fat man, didn't you scold Alan as a muscular idiot the other day? Why did you become a genius again now?
"Fuck, this white-haired boy has never scored such a beautiful goal in the previous games... Now he helps Newcastle score, of course he is a genius..."
The crowd is laughing!
Newcastle scored?
Newton, who just came in, was in high spirits!
In the slow motion of putting the ball back on the electronic screen, Newton held his breath and stared at it, afraid of making any wonderful moment - in the picture!
Turkish midfielder Emre once again showed his spiritual way of playing!
In the face of his teammate Steven Taylor's long pass in the backcourt, Emley first leaned firmly on his shoulder to grab Tottenham Hotspur's back, which wanted to grab the first point, and then raised his knees like an acrobat who performed the ball in a circus, and bounced several times on his thighs... Horrifying sense of the ball!
One...two...three...turned to the third, and when the rhythm was completely adjusted, Emre suddenly increased his strength, and the white football quickly flew behind his head!
Then, the Turkish genius's body is like a spinning top!
Suddenly step to the right!
Ohara, a Tottenham rookie who was firmly resisted by Emre, suddenly lost his target. Because of the strong thrust of his usual surname, O'Hara almost fell to the ground!
At this time, Emre has successfully turned around and controlled the falling ball!
This time, it's better to flip the ball with your knees!
On the other side, Tottenham Hotspur's right-back Frenchman Zim Bonda robbed fiercely. It seems that if he wants to risk a foul, he will push Emre, who is keen on acting, on the lawn... But Emre didn't give Zim Bonda a chance to foul at all!
The information about Zimbangda given by the boss flashed in my mind in an instant. The Turkish midfielder used a jumping action similar to the king of the ball Bailey in a short time... But the jump ball used by Emre was a thigh!
Zimbangda is tragically empty!
After Zimbonda, Emre finally stopped playing with his little skills and chose to gently hit Alan Smith at the moment of the football landing!
This pass is just right, giving Smith enough time to run and swing his leg to shoot!
In the face of the ferocious Tottenham captain Ledley King, Alan Smith, who reached a full value of 20, did not hesitate to hit the door without any hesitation... Bang!
The football roared through Ledley King's ear with a high-speed spinning scorching heat and flew into the upper right corner of Tottenham Hotspur's goal!
This is a world wave that Banks can't do nothing on the door line... in the bar!
Although this is only a slow-motion replay, the hot-blooded Newton and the Newcastle fans in the bar burst into crazy cheers again!
The atmosphere is crazy!
When the game scene on the big screen continued again, the young bartender in Newcastle's uniform came to his senses and began to add wine to customers one by one!
Newton asked for a cup of fresh black tie, drank a sip, and his eyes stuck to the broadcast screen again!
The upper right corner of the electronic screen shows the scores of the two teams - Tottenham Hotspur 1:4 Newcastle!!
Such a big gap?
Newton rubbed his eyes and looked carefully. That's right, it's really 1:4!
The madman Li really fulfilled his promise. As early as he set out for the White Deer Lane Stadium, he said that he would bring a victory to the magpie... God, he really did it!
The excited Newton drank up the 700ml large cup of dark beer in one go, squeezed his mouth and ordered another one!
At this time, the game went to the 80th minute!
Less than 4 minutes after Owen's hat-trick, Newcastle scored another goal by Alan Smith!
On the big screen, the game continues!
And the bar, which must be lively at other times, is very quiet at this moment, because all the fans are watching the game attentively!
In the 84th minute, Tottenham Hotspur made a cross from their winger Aaron Lennon after a series of wonderful breakthroughs on the sidelines!
On the broadcast screen, Bulgaria's "souzy brother" Berbatov jumped high and beat Newcastle right-back Charles Nzobia to attack the goal!
Because the distance is too close, Jiwen's hasty reaction did not stop the football from breaking the net!
4:2!
Tottenham Hotspur struggled to get a point back!
"...Wow, shit, that bastard was offside when he shot!!" The fat man closest to the bar's electronic screen jumped up from his seat excitedly because of the loss of the ball. As a result, the beer in his hand spilled out and scattered the fans around him!
"Hey, David, be careful. This is the sixth time you have spilled beer on us... Damn it, no matter who scores, you are so excited. Next time you watch the ball, you have to stay away from you..." The fans in the bar cursed because of this goal!
But fortunately, Newcastle still has a two-goal lead. As long as it is a victory, no matter what the final score is, the fans can accept it!
Newton sat in the last row, cursed angrily, and then continued to pay attention to the broadcast as seriously as other fans!
On the screen, Berbatov did not celebrate after scoring the goal, but picked up the football from the goal at the first time, ran back to the middle circle and set it up, urging Newcastle to restart the ball as soon as possible!
It seems that Tottenham Hotspur still wants to make a final try!
Force~~ The referee's whistle sounded clearly in the bar!
The game continues!
However, as long as the score remains unchanged, Newcastle will win the first victory of nearly ten rounds of the Premier League in less than 10 minutes!
This is the most critical 10 minutes!
In the broadcast, Tottenham Hotspur is bombarding Newcastle!
In the 88th minute, there was a sudden change in the broadcast screen!
Joey Patton, a red card professional in Newcastle, had another brain hypoxia after 88 minutes of wonderful performance - the bad boy made an unnecessary elbow fight with Aaron Lennon's header, breaking Tottenham's forehead and blood flowing!
Forced~~~ Experienced referee Viley appeared at the "accident scene" for the first time and suppressed the eager Tottenham Hotspur player with a bright ruby God of War card!
Otherwise, the game will have to be full martial arts!
This foul is really bad!
Newton sat in the bar and could hear the flash floods on the White Deer Lane Stadium through the TV broadcast!
But Joey Patton, the "perpetrator" in the picture, stared at the referee reluctantly, and then dashed off the court! The bad boy is obviously taking revenge on Lennon, because the goal of Tottenham Hotspur just now was initiated by the sideline breakthrough after Lennon teased him with his foot skills!
... In the bar, curses rise again!
"... I bet this idiot will get a red card in the game, right? Damn, you know, this fool has got 7 red cards in this game..." The fat man sitting in the front jumped up excitedly again, with the beer in his hand!
Newton, who was sitting in the back, couldn't help roaring angrily: "Fuck, let Patton, an idiot get out of here... Fortunately, there is not much time left in the game..."
It seems that if Joey Patton appears in the bar now, the fans don't mind letting this bad boy bear his anger and become a pig's head or a giant panda!
Finally, I don't know who shouted: "Stop arguing. With Mr. Rice Bucket, the victory must be ours... Continue to watch the game..."
"Mr. Rice Bucket"!!
These four words are like an insurance policy issued by the UK's most reputable standard life insurance company, which quickly calms down the noisy fans! At this time, the broadcast camera happened to give Li Tongfan, who was on the sidelines, and Lao Li rushed up with an angry face and kicked Joey Patton's buttocks... Hiss~~~~ There was a sound of inhaling cold air in the bar. You know, no matter who Barton's anger comes up, it will be flat! And it is said that this guy has a former record of being a coach before... The two of them won't fight in public, will they? That's called the red fruit scandal... Everyone in the ball bar is worried!
But fortunately, Joey Patton seems to have woken up at this time... The bad boy in the broadcast screen not only did not do it, but also admitted his mistake to the madman Li with a smile on his face... It's okay, it's okay!!
The fans in the bar are finally relieved!
It seems that Mr. Rice Bucket has completely established his authority in the team in just three days, and even Joey Patton, a bad boy who is the first and second, has become a good baby!
... In the broadcast screen, the game continues!
Newcastle, one less person, was beat hard near the penalty area by Tottenham Hotspur as if he were a grandson!
The voice of commentator Mike Donald echoed in the bar!
"...beautiful, Robbie Keane's shot... Oh, God, didn't you get in? Newcastle is so lucky..."
"... Lennon rushed into the penalty area... It's a foul!! The Newcastle guard fouled. Lennon was hit to the ground by Taylor. This is a fucking penalty. Damn it..."
"...Dallen Bent's long-range shot, it's a pity..."
"...Berbatov!!! Oh, it's biased again!!"
Finally, someone in the bar can't sit still!
It's still the fat man named David in the front. The fat man jumped up and scolded, "Who is this bitch's commentator? Why doesn't he lick Martin Joel's asshole? It's like I can't wait for Spurs to score..."
No one echoed in the bar, and the knife-like eyes were projected on the fat man!
It turned out that when the fat man jumped up just now, he spilled the beer in his hand on the people around him for the eighth time, and this time the "killing range" was wider, and even the front of Newton's overalls in the back row was wet... Er... The fat man found that the situation was wrong and quickly sat down with a smile: "Don't be excited, don't be excited. ...Watch the ball, hey hey, watch the ball..."
...Three minutes later, a rapid cheer broke out in the bar again!
Because Newcastle got a once-in-a-lifetime chance to fight back!
In the broadcast, Tottenham Hotspur winger Lennon's pass was fiercely pushed out of the penalty area by "Little Superman" Steven Taylor and landed at the feet of Michael Owen!
The instep of the outer foot throws the ball back!
Then turn around quickly!
Owen's first handling of the ball easily passed the Tottenham Hotspur's front midfielder Luca Modric from behind, and then chose a quite unreasonable breakthrough - poked the football more than ten meters away with one foot, and then chased him fiercely!
This breakthrough method, which is no different from the usual and the brain-damaged, made Tottenham Hotspur fans have a heart attack at this time!
Because the game is about to end, Tottenham Hotspur, which has been in a state of fierce attack, has long had no defensive players in the backcourt! Not to mention the defender, if it hadn't been for the courage, maybe even goalkeeper Paul Robinson would have overwhelmed Newcastle's penalty area... In Tottenham's camp, who can suppress the lightning killer Michael Owen in speed?
The answer is: NO!
A distance of more than 60 meters, ten seconds!
Owen once again sent the football to Tottenham's goal! Ledley King and Li Rongpyo, who struggled to catch up behind Owen, gave up after just a few steps... Because Owen was too fast to catch up at all!
Force-force-force~~~~ The whistle came from the big screen of the bar!
Football enters the net, and the game is over!
5:2!!
This is the answer sheet handed over by the madman Li at the White Hart Lane Stadium in the first game of Newcastle!
Perfect answer!
... "...It's fucking great. I finally scored again!!"
In the bar, Fat David jumped up!The beer is still flying, and the crowd that has been splashed 8 times has been hit again!
Because everyone was immersed in the pleasure of Owen's goal and victory in the game, they didn't even find that they were splashed with beer by that hateful fat man again!
The fat man, who was quick-eyed, realized something wrong at the first time and quickly turned around to join the celebration, pretending that nothing had happened!
The hot-blooded Newton jumped up from the back seat, rushed to the bar of the bar, and raised the glass in his hand: "Hey hey, listen to me, guys, I think we should go to the highway entrance in the suburbs to meet the madman Li and the soldiers who returned with honor... This game is great, as a glorious Newcastle. Syr, we have to take our own actions..."
This wonderful proposal was approved by a full vote in an instant!
Crazy fans rushed out of the bar and drove near the highway exit from London to Newcastle in the pouring rain!
There, four hours later, the heroes of Newcastle will return with glory!
(to be continued)