Chapter 261 This Is the "Secret" Of Madman Li

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After just less than two hours, the drizzle started again!

In the night!

The bus with the Newcastle club logo drove slowly on the highway from London to Newcastle City. The sound of the Magpies players laughing and playing in the car kept coming out of the rain, startling the low clouds in the sky!

Behind the bus, it was the Newcastle fans' convoy returning with the team!

The fans either played the explosive music, or shouted at the top of their lungs, or stuck their heads out of the car window and got wet in the rain... In short, it was a dreamy night!

More than ten hours ago, they came to London with great expectations, and more than ten hours later, they left here with satisfaction!

What they took away was victory, and what they left behind was shame!

Laughter and joy floated on the highway from London to Newcastle. Even the cold rainy night with gloomy winds seemed to be warmed by the laughter of Newcastle people...

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One hour ago!

Newcastle, who had been unlucky in the first half of the season, finally won a hearty victory at White Hart Lane in North London, which impressed the whole of England!

When the referee Willy blew the whistle to end the game, looking at the huge score gap on the electronic scoreboard above White Hart Lane, more than 30,000 home team fans covered their faces and cried amid the unbridled cheers of more than 2,000 Newcastle people!

This scene was so ironic in the rainy night of White Hart Lane!

In fact, considering the reputation of Crazy Li's invincibility, it's not that no one thought that Tottenham Hotspur might lose before the game!

But the situation of this game was different after all!

Because Newcastle is not the Real Madrid with its superstars, nor is it the England team with its star-studded stars, and the victory of a football match is not entirely determined by the head coach!

In addition to the head coach, the real strength of the two teams also needs to be considered!

Whether from the recent game status or the comparison of the team's basic strength, Newcastle is a step behind Tottenham Hotspur!

A big step!

In terms of head coach, the Dutchman Martin Jol is not a weakling!

In the past 8 months of this season, this Dutch coach has at least four times beaten the Blues madman Mourinho, the Red Devils godfather Ferguson, the Gunners leader Arsene Wenger and other Premier League giants, and was elected the best coach of the month...

Unfortunately, it is such an equally magical head coach, leading Tottenham Hotspur, whose strength far exceeds that of the Magpies, and still lost!

Although Martin Jol once caused a lot of trouble to Mad Lee and his Newcastle with his powerful on-the-spot command, he had to swallow the bitter fruit of defeat in the face of Mad Lee's desperate 3-4-3 formation...

Ninety minutes later, when Mad Lee actually led a group of defeated soldiers to defeat Martin Jol's elite troops, no one could accept it for a while! Indistinctly, the result of the game could be heard throughout the British Isles, and the sound of countless dislocated jaws and broken glasses could be heard!

Weird!

Why?

All of England is asking!

However, at the press conference after the game, when the best player of the game Michael Owen took out a piece of information, all the questions were answered!

"...This is the information that Mr. Foolish gave us the day before the game. Everyone in the team received a targeted data analysis..."

Michael Owen seemed very excited: "I think many people only saw the glorious scene of Mr. Foolish receiving cheers and worship when he won, but did not see the hard work he put in behind the game to accumulate strength for victory...When any football coach can devote all his time to football like Mr. Foolish, and spend all his energy to sort out his own things from the existing complicated and vast information, data and videos, then he can also win every battle..."

It turned out that this was the reason for victory!

After curiously reading the information in Michael Owen's hand, Tottenham Hotspur's head coach Martin Joel said on the spot that he was ashamed!

The Dutch coach shook hands with Crazy Lee with admiration, and said with emotion: "... Tottenham Hotspur did not lose to Newcastle, but to Crazy Lee... Perhaps Lee's coaching ideas have 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 in the press conference, after reading the information presented by Owen, also put away the difficulties and malicious speculations in their hearts with shame...

No matter when and where, those who really work hard will be respected!

One page of information gives the most reasonable explanation for everything that happened at White Hart Lane!

The revelation of Michael Owen, the best player of the game, made the post-match press conference, which was originally full of gunpowder, end easily in harmony and praise!

In the crackling flash, the sultry man's mouth was almost crooked with laughter!

Michael Owen, you are so good at it! It's worth it that our old Li spent nearly 30 points of character points on you in one breath!

Now, the "secret" of Li Tongfan's invincibility has been revealed!

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, sultry man has a FM2008 that is too heaven-defying! Shamelessly cheating in advance, using the system to predict the results of the game, and querying the database to suppress Tottenham players in terms of technical actions...

With a three-pronged approach, even the magical wizard Harry Potter will be a loser!

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John Newton is an ordinary bus driver in Newcastle. Of course, in addition to this, like many of his relatives and friends, he also has a special identity——

Central member of Newcastle's largest fan club "Flying Magpies"!

What makes Newton very helpless is that although there is a game between Newcastle and Tottenham Hotspur tonight, and it is also the first game since [God on the sidelines] Madman Li came to St. James Park, he cannot follow along. The team went to London to cheer for Newcastle, and they couldn't even sit in front of the TV to know the score results for the first time!

Because according to the shift order, Newton will be on duty until 20:30 tonight!

20:30?

By that time, Crazy Li's first game would have been at least half done!

The anxious Newton didn't know how he survived the three or four hours on duty. There were even times when Newton almost forgot to stop the bus when it passed the stop sign because of his absent-mindedness!

After finally finishing the last line, Newton hurriedly got out of the station and entered a nearby football-themed bar without even having time to call his newlywed wife who was waiting for him to go home for dinner!

When I opened the door and walked in, a strong aroma of beer hit my face!

Before Newton had time to glance at the score on the big screen in the center of the bar, a loud cheer like a volcanic eruption instantly rushed into his eardrums...

"Goal, goal, goal, Turkish boy Emre's pass, Smith hit the goal hard!!"

"Oooh, ooh, let's kill these sons of bitches in North London. It's already 4:1..."

“…Oooh, oh, oh, Smith, you’re a fucking genius!!!”

"...Hey, Fatty, didn't you call Alan a muscular idiot a few days ago? Why have you become a genius again?"

"Hell, this white-haired kid has never scored such a beautiful goal in the past few games... Now he helps Newcastle score, of course he is a genius..."

The crowd roared with laughter!

Newcastle scored?

Newton, who just came in, is in high spirits!

The slow motion of the goal was being replayed on the electronic screen. Newton held his breath and watched with wide eyes, fearing that he would have made any wonderful moment——

In the screen!

Turkish midfielder Emre once again showed his spiritual way of playing!

Facing teammate Steven Taylor's long pass from the backcourt, Emre first used his shoulders to firmly lean on Tottenham midfielder O'Hara, who was trying to get around to grab the first point, and then raised his knee like Like a circus acrobat performing a bouncing ball, he bobbed several times on his thigh...

Terrible ball feel!

one two three……

On the third bump, when he had completely adjusted his rhythm, Emre suddenly increased his strength, and the white football quickly flew to the back of his head!

Immediately afterwards, the Turkish genius' body was like a spinning top!

Suddenly he took a step and turned to the right!

Tottenham rookie O'Hara, who was firmly blocked by Emre, suddenly lost his target. Due to the force of the inertial push forward, O'Hara almost fell to the ground!

At this time, Emre had successfully turned around and controlled the ball that was falling high!

This time, I still hit the ball with my knees!

On the opposite side, Tottenham's right back Frenchman Chimbonda made a fierce move and looked like he was going to commit a foul and pushed Emre, who was keen on performing, to the lawn...

But Emre never gave Chimbanda a chance to foul!

The information about Chimbanda given by the boss flashed through his mind. At the critical moment, the Turkish midfielder used a jump ball similar to that of Pele...

But the jump ball Emre used was his thigh!

Chimbanda tragically missed the mark!

After passing Chimbanda, Emre finally stopped showing off his little skills and chose to gently knock Alan Smith who was running behind him the moment the football landed!

The power of this pass was just right, giving Smith enough time to run up and swing his leg to shoot!

Faced with the ferocious-looking Tottenham captain Ledley King's crazy tackle, Alan Smith, whose [Brave] value reached the full value of 20, did not hesitate and blasted the goal without flinching...

boom!

The football whizzed past Ledley King's ears with high-speed rotation and flew into the upper right corner of Tottenham Hotspur's goal!

This is a world wave that even Banks standing on the goal line can't do anything about...

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In the bar!

Although this was only a slow-motion replay, the enthusiastic Newton and the equally enthusiastic Newcastle fans in the bar once again burst into wild cheers!

The atmosphere is frenetic!

It wasn't until the game continued on the big screen that the young bartender in the Newcastle uniform came to his senses and began to refill the drinks for the customers one by one!

Newton ordered a cup of fresh black coffee, took a sip, and his eyes were once again glued to the broadcast screen!

The upper right corner of the electronic screen displays the scores of the two teams——

Tottenham Hotspur 1:4 Newcastle! !

Such a big gap?

Newton rubbed his eyes and looked carefully. Yes, it was really 1:4!

Crazy Li indeed fulfilled his promise. As early as when he set off for White Hart Lane, he said he would bring a victory to the Magpies...

God, he really did it!

Newton, who was so excited, drank all the dark beer in the 700ml large glass in one go, pursed his lips and ordered another!

At this time, the game reached the 80th minute!

Less than 4 minutes after Owen's hat-trick, Newcastle scored another goal from Alan Smith!

On the big screen, the game continues!

The bar that would have been bustling at other times seemed very quiet at the moment, because all the fans were concentrating on watching the game!

In the 84th minute, Tottenham Hotspur made a pass from their winger Aaron Lennon after a series of wonderful breakthroughs from the wing!

On the broadcast screen, Bulgaria's "handsome brother" Berbatov leaped high and beat Newcastle right back Charles N'Zogbia with a header!

Because the distance was too close, Given's hasty reaction failed to prevent the football from breaking the net!

4:2!

Tottenham Hotspur struggled to get a point back!

"...Ouch, shit, that bastard was offside when he shot!!" The fat man who was closest to the bar's electronic screen jumped up from his seat excitedly because of the missed goal. As a result, the beer in his hand spilled out all over the surrounding fans!

"Hey, David, be careful. This is the sixth time you've spilled beer on us... Damn it, you're always so excited no matter who scores a goal. I'll have to stay away from you next time." ... "

The fans in the bar started cursing because of the missed goal!

Fortunately, Newcastle still has a two-goal lead after all. As long as it is a victory, no matter what the final score is, the fans can accept it!

Newton sat in the back row, cursed angrily, and then continued to follow the broadcast as seriously as other fans!

On the screen, Berbatov did not celebrate after scoring the goal. Instead, he immediately picked up the football from the goal, ran back to the center circle and arranged it, urging Newcastle to restart the kick!

It seems that Tottenham people still want to make a last ditch effort!

Push~~

The referee's whistle sounded clearly in the bar!

The game continues!

However, as long as the score remains unchanged, Newcastle will be able to gain its first victory in the past ten rounds of the Premier League in less than 10 minutes!

These are the most critical 10 minutes!

In the broadcast, Tottenham Hotspur is suppressing Newcastle and bombing!

At the 88th minute, a sudden change occurred in the broadcast screen!

After 88 minutes of wonderful performance, Newcastle's red card specialist Joey Barton once again suffered from a lack of oxygen to his brain——

The bad boy made an unnecessary elbow during a header fight with Aaron Lennon, which cracked the Tottenham winger's forehead and caused blood to flow everywhere!

Push~~~

The experienced referee Willy appeared at the "accident scene" immediately and used a bright ruby ​​​​God of War card to suppress the Tottenham players who were about to make a move!

Otherwise, the game will be full of martial arts!

This foul is really bad!

Newton was sitting in the bar, and through the TV broadcast you could hear the boos at White Hart Lane like a flash flood!

But the "culprit" Joey Barton in the picture glared at the referee in disgust, and then walked off the field! The bad boy was obviously taking revenge on Lennon, because Tottenham's goal just now was initiated by Lennon's breakthrough from the wing after teasing him with his foot skills!

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In the bar, the curses started again!

"...I bet this idiot will get a red card in the game, right? Damn it, you know this idiot has already received 7 red cards in this game..." The fat man sitting at the front jumped up excitedly again, Spill the beer in your hand without any problem!

Newton, who was sitting in the back, couldn't help shouting angrily: "Hell, let this idiot Patton get out... Fortunately, there is not much time left in the game..."

It seems that if Joey Barton appears in the bar now, fans will not mind letting this bad boy bear his own anger and turn into a pig head or a giant panda!

In the end, someone shouted: "Stop arguing, Mr. Fool is here, the victory must be ours...keep watching the game..."

"Mr. Rice Bucket"! !

These four words were like an insurance policy issued by the most reputable Standard Life Insurance Company in the UK, which quickly silenced the noisy fans! At this time, the broadcast camera happened to show Li Tongfan on the sidelines, and he saw an angry face rushing up to Joey Barton and kicking Joey Barton's butt...

Hiss~~~~

There was a gasp of air-conditioning in the bar. You know, no matter who gets angry with Barton, he will take it out! And it is said that this guy has a history of being a coach before...

The two of them wouldn't fight in public, would they? That can be called Chi Guoguo's scandal...

The hearts of everyone in the ball bar are hanging high!

Fortunately, Joey Barton seemed to wake up at this time... Instead of taking action, the bad boy in the broadcast screen admitted his mistake to Crazy Li with a flattering smile on his face...

so far so good! !

The fans in the bar are finally relieved!

It seems that Mr. Rice Tong has completely established his authority in the team in just three days. Even the bad boy Joey Barton, who is "the king is first and he is second", has become a good boy!

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In the broadcast screen, the game continues!

Newcastle, who were missing one man, were beaten hard near the penalty area by Tottenham Hotspur like they were beating their grandson!

Commentator Mike Donald's voice echoed in the bar!

"...Beautiful, Robbie Keane's shot... Ouch, God, it didn't go in? Newcastle is so lucky..."

"...Lennon rushed into the penalty area...fouled, fouled!! The Newcastle defender fouled, Lennon was hit to the ground by Taylor, this is a fucking penalty, damn..."

"...Darren Bent's long shot, it's a pity..."

"...Berbatov!!! Ouch, missed again!!"

Finally, someone in the bar couldn't sit still!

It was the fat man named David at the front. The fat man jumped up and yelled: "Who is this son of a bitch commentator? Why doesn't he lick Martin Joel's asshole? As if he wants Tottenham to score..."

No one in the bar agreed, and dagger-like eyes were cast on the fat man!

It turns 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 area" was larger. Even the front of Newton's work clothes sitting in the back row was soaked...

Well……

The fat man realized that something was wrong and quickly sat down with a flattering smile: "Don't be excited, don't be excited... watch the ball, hehe, watch the ball..."

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Three minutes later, the bar burst into cheers again!

Because Newcastle got a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to counterattack!

In the broadcast, Tottenham Hotspur winger Lennon's cross was pushed out of the penalty area by "Superman" Steven Taylor and landed at the feet of Michael Owen!

Put the ball back with the outside instep!

Then turn around quickly!

Irving's first action to handle the ball easily passed Tottenham midfielder Luka Modric, who was pressing from behind, and then chose an unreasonable breakthrough method——

He kicked the football ten meters away and then chased after it!

This kind of breakthrough method that is no different from a brainless one in normal times gave Tottenham Hotspur fans a heart attack at this time!

Because the game is about to end, Tottenham, which has been in a state of onslaught, has no defensive players in the backcourt! Not to mention the defenders, if it weren't for his lack of courage, even goalkeeper Paul Robinson might have overwhelmed Newcastle's penalty area in the fight for the top...

In Tottenham's camp, who can suppress lightning killer Michael Owen in terms of speed?

The answer is: NO!

More than sixty meters away, ten seconds!

Owen once again sent the football to Tottenham's goal! Ledley King and Lee Young-pyo, who were chasing after Irving, only chased for a few steps before giving up...

Because Owen is too fast and can't catch up!

Push - push - push~~~~

The whistle came from the big screen in the bar!

The football goes into the net and the game is over!

5:2! !

This is the answer that Crazy Lee handed over at White Hart Lane in Newcastle's first game as coach!

Perfect answer!

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“…That’s so fucking great, I finally scored again!!”

In the bar, Fat David jumped up!

Beer was still flying, and the crowd who had been splashed 8 times was hit again!

Because everyone was immersed in the thrill of Irving's goal and victory in the game, and they didn't even realize that they had been poured beer on them again by that hateful fat man!

The fat man with sharp eyes and quick hands realized something was wrong immediately, turned around and joined the celebration, pretending that nothing happened!

The excited Newton jumped up from the back seat, rushed to the bar of the bar, raised the wine glass in his hand: "Hey, listen to me, guys, I think we should go to the highway entrance on the outskirts of the city to meet Crazy Li and Zaiyu Er Returning warriors...This game was great, as a proud Newcastle people, we have to show our actions..."

This brilliant proposal was unanimously approved in an instant!

Crazy fans rushed out of the bar and drove near the exit of the highway from London to Newcastle in the increasingly heavy rain!

There, four hours later, Newcastle's heroes will return in glory!

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