fat man who can't play football

Chapter 57
Fatty got the permission from Pokerface, and quickly left the stands to go to the locker room.

The fat man was afraid that he would walk slowly, and the two officers suddenly regretted it.

There is a large lounge under the Levi's Stand, which sells a variety of drinks and food. Fans can take a short break here, drink a glass of beer or two, eat a sausage, and chat with friends .

When the fat man walked through the lounge, he found that many Leeds fans were already enjoying beer inside.In order not to be recognized, the fat man slid past with his head down.

Fat Brother strode towards his team's locker room, then pushed the door open and entered.

It was obvious that the players were waiting for him. Seeing Fatty come in, everyone raised their heads, full of anticipation.

This look...

Fatty suddenly understood what he was carrying.

trust.

What a wonderful feeling...

"Actually, everyone played well in the first half. In order to get the ball into the damn goal in the second half, let's make a good plan first..."

The disciples couldn't help but think of the fear of being dominated by the fat man's short and delicate half-time lectures in the previous game.

Fortunately, the fat man talked a little more this time.

"Hong Beibei, how do you feel when you fight against the opponent's central defender?"

Belotti was a little surprised, the boss seldom asked how he felt during halftime lectures.Moreover, Hong Beibei's English can only handle basic daily communication. He felt as if he heard some "confrontation" and "feeling" just now.

I can't keep the boss waiting for too long, so let's answer boldly first.

"Very good."

The fat man was stunned for a moment, Belotti is so confident now, the young man has grown up so fast.

"Very good. In the second half, pay attention to handing your foot to Belotti. His end has the advantage!"

"Cook, how is the field condition today?"

"Boss, it's very good, but the staff sprinkled a little too much water before the game, it was a little slippery, and the ball was a little fast."

"Uh..., that's good. It's better to seek out the ball quickly and don't worry about mistakes. Go forward boldly."

"Okay, boss."

"Yevez, after 60 minutes, arrange for the substitute players to start warming up. Pay attention to the changes on the field at any time, and make decisive decisions. Aye, in fact, you have done a lot better than me in this regard."

Yevez showed a polite yet awkward smile.

"In short, continue to maintain your own rhythm in the second half, and goals will definitely come."

"Come on, let's cheer up together!"

"Leeds! Go!"

As soon as Fatty came out of the locker room, he saw two poker faces waiting at the door. It seemed that they were still worried about him.

After returning to the stands, the fat man decided to tease the two upright men in black, "By the way, don't you two feel tired with your faces so sullen?"

One of them said: "Don't try to strike up a conversation with us, tell you the truth, Steve. We're not Leeds fans, you're going to try to play tricks."

"Then which team are you fans of?"

"Does it matter?"

"Isn't it important?"

The two poker faces turned around and ignored Fatty's teasing.

"It's really boring, and I still can't flirt with poker face. No wonder so many rich people dislike the lack of flirtatiousness at home, and keep stealing outside. It's really hard to get along with poker face." The fat man is not only complaining.

Everything on the field was similar to Fatty's prediction, and Ipswich Town still couldn't open the situation.After 20 minutes of the second half, they replaced the starting striker L. Varney with young striker F. Sears.

Varney had played for Leeds for one and a half seasons. Austin was too familiar with him. He only needed to see a look to know where Varney wanted to go. This completely crushed the Ipswich forward.

Sears only transferred to join the team in the winter window, but he has already scored 3 goals for the team and behaved like a bench gangster.

The fat man couldn't help feeling a little anxious in the stands. Did Aye notice this?
The feeling of not being able to operate by yourself is really uncomfortable.

Do you want to subtly remind Ah Ye?
Fatty saw the lingering poker face beside him, he thought about it and forgot it.

Wootton noticed the new striker's desire to keep the main position, so he actively stepped forward to mark.

Seeing this scene, the fat man felt more at ease.

After a sustained onslaught, the players started to move significantly less.What's worse is that White Rose has not yet been able to knock on the opponent's gate.

If the opponent stole one while attacking the whole field, it would be very sour for the fat man to think about it.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and Xia Tian beside him gradually began to get nervous.

"Uncle, can we win this game?"

"I think we can, but with a little luck."

"Uh……"

"Actually, forget it..."

Fatty's heart is very tangled at the moment, imagining that if he was on the command seat, he might take the risk of replacing a striker.

But Aye and the coaching staff didn't make any adjustments in their minds, they just replaced Mowat, who couldn't run, with Murphy.

This substitution seems to be of no use except to increase the running.

Soon the fourth official raised a sign for 3 minutes of stoppage time on the sidelines.

Xia Tian obviously started to go crazy, rubbing his hair regardless of his image.

Fatty is also a little uncertain. In fact, Leeds' lineup is not thick enough, and there are no good changes on the bench.

Leeds is still ready for the last fight, and Yevez replaced Wood, who had nothing to do in this game, with Yesil.

The German only has about 4 minutes of playing time.

Will there be a miracle?
"Mr. Steve, it looks like your team is in a bad place."

The fat man's eyes widened in surprise, and the poker face actually started talking to him.

"Don't think I care, I'm just happy with the way the game is going. I'm a Brentford fan, just to tell you."

"I think after this game, my team can overtake Leeds in the standings."

Damn poker face!

Two minutes of stoppage time had passed, and Xia Tian nervously grabbed Fatty's arm.

I didn't see that Xia Tian's hands were quite strong.

The fat man actually felt the pain.

An annoying voice sounded in my ears again, "There is one minute left in the game, Mr. Steve."

Damn!

Fatty wished he could beat this dirty little guy violently.

You look at the poker face next to you and it's doing well, the same indifference throughout.

The other poker face seemed to read the fat man's gaze.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Steve. I didn't say anything because I was afraid of being too happy and being beaten up by the Leeds fans around me."

"What!"

"I'm actually a York City fan in North Yorkshire."

The fat man felt that he could no longer restrain the prehistoric power in his body.

Just when the fat man was about to make a move, Ali saved him.

In the last minute of the game, the Great British Emperor made a "fried ball" (Iniesta's famous stunt), swaying past two opposing players in a small space, and pushing the arch of his foot only to the far corner. shoot!

The net made waves!Lore! !
Fatty felt for a moment that he was in an erupting crater.

The surrounding heat wave is so strong that I am about to be hit to the ground!
(End of this chapter)