Chapter 454 The strong rise of Newcastle's two major goods 1

Madman Li, I'm back!

Under the all-weather monitoring of England's pervasive super paparazzi system, almost all English fans knew the news before the man's right foot could even get out of London International Airport... On Li Tongfan's way back to Newcastle, thousands of paparazzi were all the way. Tracking, like the endless zombie siege in the biochemical crisis, is all over the places where madman Li may appear, such as railways and highways, monitoring and reporting the bits and pieces of madman Li's return - "... The Sun's mysterious report for you: 10:15 a.m., madman Li alone The man disguised himself and sneaked out of London Airport and met Alan Shearer, who had been waiting at the airport for a long time..."

"...Here is the exclusive disclosure of the Observer: At 12:24 p.m., the madman Lee and Shearer ate at the motel near the No. 3 gas station in Merdesay. The madman Li ate three fried onion rings with high grease content..."

"...According to the emergency report of the Times reporter: Crazy Lee did not have any eye contact with Alan Shearer when he got on the car. It used to be Newcastle's 'best partner' suspected that the relationship broke down..."

"...Mirror News: At 13:55 p.m., the madman Li got off the bus halfway and peed in the wind without any morality on the side of the highway..."

"..."

The news about Li Tongfan's return to Newcastle is like a lively stage play being broadcast live on a global satellite. Everything on the way, big or small, is vividly displayed in front of many gossip men and women and some people with ulterior motives... If Lao Li knows that even he can't help getting out of the car and peeing secretly. The glorious deeds of urine have been on the headlines of the website of The Sun, and have been reprinted by many influential media. It is estimated that this product will be scared like Aunt Zhou Botong in "East Evil and West Poisons", and the boo will be retracted back... The vast and endless broadcast has been with Li Tong. Fan's car entered Newcastle.

Finally, at 14:30 p.m., Li Tongfan and his party rushed into the Ligburton training base. Old Sean, the conscientious doorman, sent silver power and blocked all the paparazzi from the barbed wire. Only then did Lao Li avoid the human tragedy that continued to be exposed... And then In the three days, the report about the madman Li suddenly disappeared.

Since the madman Li entered the training base in Newcastle, reporters have tried their best to sneak into the base by pretending to be weeders, collecting heating fees, collecting gas fees and so on, and failed to catch any clues about the madman Li... Compared with the vigorous reports that followed all the way three days ago, these three Li, the madman in the sky, is like a fart put in the wind by an unknown tramp. After a while, it stinks for a while, it quickly disappears... Crazy Li... What on earth is this guy doing?

Thinking about the various 'human tragedies' made by this Chinese madman in major stadiums in the past, many people in Europe have raised such a question.

"...Manchester United is at the top of the table. No one can grab the glory of the Red Devils when they come back. There is no doubt that the final trophy belongs to Old Trafford!"

Uncle Ferguson's speech on the official website seemed to be full of confidence, but after careful consideration, he was a little lack of confidence.

Everyone knows that in the five major leagues, whether at home or away, Ferguson, who is invincible, has never defeated the crazy Lee's team, which has become a well-known heart disease of the old Scottish old man. Some people even speculate that Ferguson's delay in retirement is not what he said. One Champions League, but in order to defeat the madman Li once with a chance!

"... The madman Li is back, so the 'turbulent times' of the Premier League are coming to an end, because the tyrant from China is going to restore his iron-blooded rule in Great Britain!"

This is the comment made by the traditional English football TV program One Week on the Green.

Wenger said, "There is still a chance for Arsenal, but the arrival of the madman Li made me and the team members feel pressure..."

Benitez said, "I ended Newcastle's victory. It's a pity that the madman Li was not here at that time, and now, maybe we will have a chance to meet again in the League Cup final. Liverpool and I are excited about the next meeting..."

Hidingk said: "The reason why I chose to coach Chelsea temporarily is that I can talk directly with the world's excellent head coach here. Now that he is back, I can't wait..."

" Moyes said: "..."

Almost everyone related to football has been asked countless times by reporters about the return of the madman in the past 72 hours. For a while, in the football world, it seems that only being asked this question is a symbol of identity and honor, and those who are not asked by reporters are extremely disappointed. ...However, no matter how people discuss, no matter what happens in the outside world, in these three days at home, the madman Li has not even appeared and has been 'diving'... And many times, the more mysterious things are made, the more attention they can attract attention. Media fans are curious about the 'evaporation of the world' of the madman Li, and those opponents who are going to face Newcastle's challenge in the next game are more frightened because of the unknown... "Really, my life is so hard... It's really hard!"

Uncle Van Basten, the head coach of Ajax and the Dutch version of 'Xianglin's sister-in-law, touched his new edge and burst into tears: "God, why do you let that damn madman come back sooner or late, but come back at this time... My top 8 of the UEFA Champions League, my Ajax revival plan... One It's all hanging!! 55555, no, I want to protest, I want to protest against the UEFA schedule!!"

Of course, not all people are as afraid of scratching men as Fan-'Xianglin's sister-in-law', and there are also people who sacrifice their lives for righteousness and are not afraid of death--"...Wow ha ha ha ha, the madman Li finally came back... Hahaha, it's too timely to come back. I can finally prove to the world in St. James that West Bromwich is. The team that can defeat the madman Li, a day later, in the second round of the semi-finals of the English League Cup, I want the grandstanding madman to kneel shyly in front of my Tony Mobry's Wilder handmade trousers and sing 'Conquest' with sincerity! Hahahaha..."

...Rigburton Training Base.

Sitting in the largest tactical room of the base, the hammers watched the West Bromwich Albion head coach playing on the TV jumping up and down to issue a challenge book, and all of them turned their eyes to the same corner... "Damn it, this guy is fucking backwards..." Li Tongfan is gritting his teeth and roaring: "I have always teased others. Today, someone actually teased me... If I can't kill you, I won't call you crazy Li anymore!"

The hammers of the first team sweated heavily. Looking at the enraged leader, they drew a cross on their chests together, and began to gloat and pray for Tony Mobley, who was smiling proudly on the screen................. Three days later.

St. James Park Stadium.

"... The game is about to begin. Newcastle must score three goals in the next 90 minutes to ensure that they can successfully reach the English League Cup final, because they lost 0:2 to their opponent West Bromwich Albion in the first round!"

St. James' commentary, unlike previous games, today's Sester is like a 'blue pill', acting extremely fiercely: "However, I believe that three goals are not difficult for the Magpie Legion, because their invincible coach, Li, has returned to the command seat... ...”

Yes, when I saw the sultry black figure finally appear in front of the coach's seat of the home team, more than 60,000 Newcastle fans in the stands were like old virgins who had been hungry and thirsty for thousands of years. When they saw the little wild flowers picked by naked, they excitedly raised their necks one by one and shouted... 55555, we are so excited, Mr. God, you are finally back!!"

"Victory! Victory!! We need to win!! We can't wait..."

"Li, let damn Mobley kneel under your Armani windbreaker and lick your toes!!! Don't be merciful, insult him severely... Oh, oh, oh!!"

"..."

It was not until this time that West Bromovich's head coach Tony Mobley found that the atmosphere of St. James today seemed to be different from the past and not good - on the stands of St. James Park, which can accommodate more than 60,000 people, 9999 percent of the people were Newcastle. The fans, and those more than 5,000 brave West Brom fans who came from afar in the morning, didn't know where they died at this time... At this moment, there were only less than 100 West Bromwich Albion fans who appeared in the St. James stand, and they were fierce on the other side. The evil 'eye anniction' trembled, and he didn't even dare to let go a fart of more than 20 decibels, let alone play some heart-warming banners or something... "Oh, these damn cowards!!!"

Tony Mobley can only curse fiercely to show his disappointment.

But he knew that the more than 5,000 cheering legion he brought was not that he didn't want to come, but that he couldn't come at all. At this moment, more than 5,000 people were still blocked in the streets of downtown Newcastle... "Damn it, what the fuck are on? Get out of the way. We still have to watch the game. What!!"

Rose Avenue, a team of about 600 West Bromwich Albion fans was blocked less than 1,000 meters away from St. James's Park, like a seven-inch python nailed. No matter how hard it struggles, it can't get through... "Wow, Get out of the way? How to make it? I said, do you have any fucking surnames? I didn't see a car accident in front of me. If you don't believe it, you can see for yourself. The fresh blood is the same as the tap water of the free faucet..."

Opposite the West Bromwich Albion fans, a Newcastle bald man stared at him angrily without showing weakness, burning the 'fire of justice' in his eyes, staring at the West Bromwich Albioners... Then, he carefully turned around and whispered to the young man around him, "Hey, Newton, you said we're going to do this. Is the law going to work or not?

John Newton, the bus driver, patted his chest with a bang: "No problem, David, don't worry... The four main roads leading to the court have been blocked by us. There are car accidents, pregnant women have miscarriages, middle school students fighting in groups, naked running, hanging, beating children, and selling me. ... Hey hey, there are all kinds of accidents. Keep this group of West Brom bastards, and don't even want to go into the court to cheer for the damn clown Tony Mobry..."

"Hero, my admiration for you is like a flood... Please take me as an apprentice!" The bald head looked at the smiling silver-cheek John Newton, and suddenly had an impulse to worship, but at this time... In the distance, in the St. James Stadium, which was like a white palace, a shocking cheer suddenly came to the sky... "Damn it, the game has begun!"

John Newton waved his hand proudly: "The task is completed, the work is finished... Come on, let's withdraw, and go to the bar to watch the game..."

At this moment, the West Bromwich Albion fans who came from afar were surprised to find that the road that was originally blocked like a can of sardines suddenly suddenly opened up. Those Newcastle people who had car accidents, gave birth to children, and fought disappeared... However, at this time, they could not squeeze into the ball. It's time.

............ Forced - Michael Owen knocked the football back to Alan Smith behind him, and the stand Sang burst into cheers like a mountain tsunami, like a thunder on the flat ground. It surged from behind, and Tony Mobry, who stood on the edge of the command table, staggered and almost reached a standard. In the posture of 'dog eating shit' loaded into the textbook, I fell down awkwardly... Mobley was shocked to find that today's St. James suddenly became like a violent Atlantic Ocean, and the waves, lightning and thunder were many times more dangerous than the previous days... "Is it possible that the madman Li still has the effect of stimulants?"

Tony Mobley suddenly felt like fifteen buckets of water - up and down.

But I thought again: Hey hey, even if it's a stimulant, I'm not afraid. Newcastle's recent state has declined faster than Wall Street's stock market. Even opponents like Norwich can play 0: 0 in St. James. I don't know how many times stronger my team is than a miscellaneous army like Norwich. If you don't lose 3:0, how can he calculate that his madman Li is God's arrival? Hey hey, he can't go back to the sky... Thinking of this, Tony Mobry suddenly became popular. He glanced at the opponent's coach's seat standing not far from his right hand, threw a few provocative eyes, and his heart was happy... "... The game began for 3 minutes. Newcastle has an absolute advantage on the court, but this is not because of how crazy their offensive is, but because West Bromwich Albion took the initiative to retreat and set off the legendary 10-0-0 barrel array, making the tight defense of their own penalty area..."

The narrator Sester bought a check.

Then, with the most shameless and silvery emphasis, he continued with a strange smile: "Tony Morion vowed to defeat the madman Li before the game. Now it seems that his so-called way is to set up an iron bucket array, hoping to rely on the advantage of strict defense and two home goals in the first round to force a final name. Er... Hey hey, the iron barrel array is indeed a world's problem, but as far as I know, even many world-class coaches are ugly to use the iron barrel array in the face of the madman Li... Wow ha ha ha ha! I bet that Mobley will die ugly..."

Gary Reinkel, the newly-married old partner beside him, sweated and secretly poked Sester, who was in an inexplicable state of excitement: "Hey, pay attention to the position of the commentator!"

"Damn it, as the most loyal fan of the madman Li, I've seen that damn Mobry for a long time. It's bullshit!" Sester blurted out without thinking.

Leinkel: "..."

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In the 18th minute of the game, Sester, who had been waiting for a long time, finally caught the opportunity and shouted happily: "Goal la la la la la la la!! Finally scored! Oh, oh, oh, oh, West Bromwich Albion's barrel array persisted for less than 18 minutes and collapsed..."

"...Wow, hahaha, it's Michael Owen again. Every time the team scores the most goal, Owen always stands up. He has become another flag figure of St. James after Alan Shearer"

"...This time, Owen, who is 1.73 meters tall, beats central defender Leon Bryant, who is 1.89 meters, and strangely pushed Juan Mata's corner kick into the goal... It seems that as long as the madman Lee stands on the sidelines, Newcastle is invincible!!!"

On the sidelines, Tony Mob is like earthy inside.

Seeing Michael Owen in a glider posture on the court to celebrate the goal, he was in the mood to go back to his mother's womb. If the guardrail of the coach's seat was not high enough, Mobley really wanted to pull off his belt and hang himself on the sidelines... "Well, what the fuck is going on?"

Why is it so vulnerable to the 'Iron Lock Hengjiang Defense Array' that I have previewed for 2 weeks?

You should know that Mobley took a lot of effort for this semi-final. Before that, West Bromwich Albion had used such 10-0-0 tactics in three consecutive Premier League games. Previously, even Tottenham Hotspur and Aston Villa, who were in good condition away from home, had steadily sent Martin O'Neal and Juan de Ramos a big duck egg... "... Why did I The mysterious stunts learned from the mysterious ancient oriental country don't work? Mobley didn't understand.

"Defense!! Hold on... Hold on!!"

Tony Mobley, with an earthy face, was like a Mexican long-haired rabbit trampled on its tail. He shouted with red eyes: "Hold on, ah, we still have a ball advantage, and the final victory is ours!"

Before the words fell, a large pile of water bottles, fruit cores and rotten eggs flew down from the stands like flying meteors. There was a tragic scream in front of the coach's seat of the West Bromwich team: Ah, enemy attack... Help~~~~~ Li Tongfan almost choked to death when he saw this scene: Shit, Mr. Tony, You are so miserable... However, after expressing a little sympathy, Li Tongfan immediately turned his face and rushed to the sidelines mercilessly, making gestures repeatedly - attack!

Give me a fierce attack!

Such a familiar and cheap offensive gesture is the unique signature skill of the madman Li's transformation tactics.

Such a familiar gesture makes the hammers on the court boil with blood. Kicking the ball one by one is like playing with life. If there is a football game on the court now, it is estimated that the opponent will even have disappeared from Mars... But today there are people who are more beast blood boiling than the hammers, that is, the fans in the stands. .

"... La la la, there is only one madman in the world, you are our rice bucket... You are full of courage... You are invincible... Forward! The madman who brings us victory! Move forward!! Victory rice bucket from China!"

The fans in the stands are singing this song one by one with the spirit of the first **.

Although I used to listen to this song dozens of times in every game, and Lao Li's ears had callus, when I heard this song again in St. James every other month, Li Tongfan suddenly had a feeling of **... At this time, the situation on the court suddenly changed - Juan Mata was on the right side of the court. Walking fast, Arshavin rushed down like an electric current on the left side. While running, he raised his cheating high and shouted and waving for the ball: "Give the ball, pass the ball, this way, this way..."

and [Tsar] Juan Mata, who has a paste in his heart, replied with a wink, went forward with a strong ball, and then made a POSE with a big foot transfer... "Quick, left! Pay attention to the left!"

Tony Mobley shouted as if he had been stabbed**. The defenders of West Bromwich Albion did not dare to neglect at all, and immediately divided two people to defend Arshavin... However, who knew that Mata, an honest child had followed the madman Li for a long time and learned badly. He actually just made a fake action to tease the West Bromwich Albion guards. When he was guarding the house, he suddenly rushed under his feet, and a fierce man's ball disappeared in front of West Bromwich Albion's right defender Carl... "Idiot, chase me quickly!!"

Seeing that Mata had rushed to his hinterland, and Carl was still looking for someone stupidly. Tony Mobley, who was standing on the sidelines, was almost incontinent... "Chasing?"

How is it possible? Juan Mata will tell you what it means to be too late to catch up.

West Bromwich Albion full-back Carl just had time to turn around. Mata was like a Harley-Davidson motorcycle with a door to the bottom, roaring into the penalty area. In the face of the panic swarming opponent's defenders, Mata did not choose to pass the ball, but made a continuous fake shot horizontally... "one time ...Twice...three times..."

The whole St. James was arrogantly counting the number of fake moves... Finally, when he made the shot for the fourth time, Mata had calmly completed the 'cruise' from the right side to the left side of the West Bromwich Albion restricted area like a general who reviewed the troops, and then shot without hesitation... Huh!

A hanging shot like a flying fairy outside the sky!!

The trajectory of the bend is like a deadly rope swinging in the moonlight, strangling the last trace of hope of West Bromwich Albion... "G-O-A-L~~~~~~~2:0, personal performance from Juan Mata, Spain [Angel Wings] is the magician on the football field. He defeated all his opponents alone!!!"

"... Although Mata's performance in the previous rounds was not satisfactory, Cristiano Ronaldo, a winger who was as famous as him in the Premier League, was copying the magic of last season's 42 goals, but at the critical moment, the madman Li came back, followed by Hu Ann Mata's unparalleled competitive state!! Cristiano Ronaldo needs to pay attention, because his opponent is back!!"

On the sidelines.

Tony Mobley's heart is like ashes.

As soon as the goal was scored, the total score of the two teams became 2:2, and the last advantage of West Bromwich Albion has disappeared.

Moreover, this is also the home of the Magpie Legion. Looking at the wolf-like Newcastle fans in the stands, Mobley feels that he is a pure little virgin who has strayed into the bandit's nest. No matter how hard he struggles, he can't escape the fate of the wheel... So Mobry is preparing to pull out his belt and hang himself in the command seat. On the railing, so as not to be really wheeled, but at this time, he desperately found that he was wearing sweatpants today, and there was no belt... "... West Bromwich Albion coach Tony Mobley was anxious to untie his belt on the sidelines. Is this his unique way to release pressure? Hahaha, this is big news... Before the game, he vowed to let the madman Li Bai fall under his suit trousers and sing 'conquest'. Now it seems that it can't be realized... Oh, I'm sorry, I suddenly found that this guy is wearing sweatpants today..."

[British J] Sester did his best to be sarcastic.

Fortunately, he is not a live commentator, and Mobley can't hear him for the time being.

Otherwise, even if Mobley, who is ashamed, does not have a belt, he will take off his sweatpants and twist them as a rope to hang himself... Time flies quickly in rage and astonishment.

The first half of the game ended quickly. Newcastle easily took a 2-0 lead by relying on the goals of Owen and Mata, and Tony Mobry's carefully organized 'Iron Lock Crossing the River' was like a group of monkeys trying to fish out the moon from the water, becoming a poor laughing stock... The fifteenth of the half-time break. In a minute, St. James's cheers resounded through the sky.

At this time, no one will doubt whether Newcastle can reach the final of the League Cup, because the madman Li will solve all the doubts and tear up all the difficulties for them.

The hearts of all the 'gaches' have already flown to Wembley Stadium. They are thinking about the glorious moment when the Magpie Legion defeated their opponents in the final and finally lifted the English League Cup trophy to win the first championship of the 08-09 season!

And who is about to bring them all this is one of the greatest coaches in the history of the club.

Newcastleians have long been used to the thrill of this Chinese to turn the tide from the sky at the most critical moment. They ushered in the second half of the game by singing loudly!

However, no one expected that at the beginning of the second half, Li Tongfan made a substitution adjustment.

The whole audience is in an uproar!

Because assistant coach Alan Shearer had the same substitution not long ago, and at that time, the substitution brought a shameful defeat - Andre Shepchenko replaced Michael Owen!

Felipe Senderos replaces Steven Taylor!

... "Wow ha ha ha ha, it's a replacement. It's such a substitution. Wa ha ha, I don't have to hang myself... There's hope..."

The laughter of silver and cheap came.

The first time after West Bromwich's head coach Tony Mobley saw the replacement electronic billboard played by the fourth official on the sidelines, he was excited as if he suddenly saw a "Weggra" ladle in front of him at a certain decadent moment, and his eyes were full of red with excitement!

He rushed to the sidelines and carried out tactical arrangements excitedly.

"... Hey hey, hey, look this way, listen to me... Poliga, Brent, you two give me all your strength to hit Newcastle's central defender position, yes, that Swiss white pig... And the old Ukrainian who has lost all his teeth, hey hey, Olsen, you can deal with him alone! Haha..."

Tony Mobley jumped down on the sidelines.

"MLGBD," both Shepchenko and Senderos could understand English, gritted their teeth, and thought to themselves, "Let you suddenly, let you do it, I can't kill you!"

............"What the hell is going on?"

Five minutes later, when Tony Mobley watched the football sent to his side's goal by Crespo again, he felt that there must be smoke on his ancestral grave, but it was not the smoke, but the unlucky black smoke... It kept coming out in circles, and every time, Newcastle scored a goal!

3:0!

"It's over! It's over..."

West Bromwich Albion head coach Tony Mobley is heartless.

He was about to take off his sweatpants and hang himself on the guardrail of the command seat, but at this time, there were suddenly bursts of monkey-like laughter from the St. James stand, all of which poured into his ears like needles... In an instant, Mobley was angry from his heart and became bold.

He felt like a dog, a dog forced to the corner of the wall. Since there was no way back, he had to cut his teeth and cut out his sharp teeth. Even if he was still broken in the spine and legs in the end, he still had to leave his teeth marks on his opponent's body... So, Tony Mobry pointed to Sen. Delos roared: "Attack, attack, attack!! Let me kill him, let him die..."

At this time, Shepchenko ran past Mobley's eyes, and Mobley, who was in a semi-crazy state, was immediately stimulated again: "Prevent him, prevent him from killing me..."

On the other hand, West Bromwich Albion's assistant coach Romon couldn't stand it anymore. He found a shoe to cover his face, touched it from the seat in a backward way, and pulled the frightened Tony Mobley back!

The West Bromwich Albion players on the court began to strictly implement the tactical instructions issued by the head coach in a crazy state... "... Morrison got the football. He rushed with the ball and avoided Manzini's defensive area... He rushed to Sendros like a rampaging tank, and he smiled very hard. Proud, because he knows that Senderos, who has just played, is the weakness of Newcastle's defensive system..."

"...He's doing fake action...to the left? ...To the right? The dazzling action... Oh, it's about to fight directly... Manzini retreated, and he has begun to prepare the 'big leaky spoon' Senderos is ready to fill the position as usual..."

"... Morrison's eyes are full of murder... They are about to meet... Step on a bicycle... Oh. Oh, he was broken, but he was broken... Is it Senderos? Is it really Senderos? It's incredible that Morrison was easily broken by Senderos as if he were a minor child!!"

Buzzing!

Seeing Senderos wearing his red underwear outside, he suddenly turned into 'the world's first central defender Nesta' like Superman. He cut off Morrison's foot ball with a standard horizontal card that can be loaded into the textbook, and even Newcastle fans were stunned... "Oh, God, you Isn't it TMD drinking too much today?

N many people have asked such a question. According to Senderos's previous bad state, how can he make such a bone-to-bone card position, such a awesomely broken ball, and so accurate passing the ball... Well, what's wrong with this pass?

Before the cheers of Newcastle fans came to their mouths, they saw Sendros suddenly like a leaking balloon after a broken ball scratching to the bone, and the original shape was revealed... Because Sendros passed the football to West Bromwich Albion's left winger Chris Brent... "I made a mistake... Senderos made a mistake!" Sester shouted with regret.

"Wow hahahaha... I made a mistake, woo ha, he made a mistake... See, that big fat man like a white pig made a mistake! Suddenly kill him..."

Tony Mobley, who tried to hang himself with his sweatpants, saw a scene on the court and raised his neck with a sinister and silvery laugh.

He didn't notice at all that the people around him blocked his face with shame.

Tony Mobley, like a lady who ate Viagra, rushed to the big man: "rush up, plug it in, right, right, plug it in from there..."

(to be continued)