Newcastle United fans cursed Chen Hero's brace, hurling every dirty word they could think of at him. If these words were compiled and published, they could certainly make a book called *The Complete Book of English Swear Words*.

However, Alan Pardew's attention was not on Chen Hero's goals.

Although Chen Hero's goal count had reached a dangerous red line, just one more goal would make all their efforts today come to naught.

But he felt that compared to Chen Hero, the problems within his own team were more terrifying.

He had finally discovered the clues.

The first goal, when the ball was shot towards Coloccini, the Argentinian suddenly fell to the ground, causing the ball to eventually fly into the goal.

At the time, Pardew thought it was an accident. Such situations were common in football matches, so it was no big deal.

Although he regretted the goal, he couldn't blame Coloccini for it.

But if the exact same situation happened twice in a row, I'm afraid it couldn't be explained by coincidence and accident, right?

Chen Hero's second goal was also shot towards Coloccini, and Coloccini once again fell unexpectedly to the ground, causing the ball to fly over his head and eventually into the goal.

Was this an accident?

Pardew frowned tightly.

If his hard work and the hard work of the entire team were wasted because of an internal worm, then he would never forgive Coloccini!

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In fact, it wasn't just Pardew who noticed, even the commentators felt it was strangely excessive.

"Coloccini fell to the ground for the second time in defense, causing the ball to fly into the goal... Do his shoes not fit today?"

"Coloccini is like he just had a romp with his woman in bed last night, his steps are weak, and he often has all kinds of problems in the game. Both goals are directly related to him."

"If Newcastle United's defense is the Maginot Line, then Coloccini is the weakest link in this line of defense!"

"The Argentinian seems to be out of form today, and his poor performance has led to the team conceding two goals..."

Everyone blamed Coloccini for the goals conceded.

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Coloccini got up from the ground. He didn't need to look back to know that the ball had flown into the goal.

He had to be thankful that he dodged quickly, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to hold on until now, and would have been kicked off the field.

He didn't know that head coach Alan Pardew's eyes had already changed when he looked at him. He continued to do his own thing on the field, treating this game, which was crucial to all English fans, with a nonchalant attitude.

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After Chen Hero scored this goal, he was only one goal away from equaling Dixie Dean's record.

However, he was unable to score again until the end of the first half.

Because Newcastle United's defense was quite effective. They had indeed put in a lot of hard work to contain Chen Hero.

Especially seeing that Chen Hero was only one goal away from equaling the record, many Newcastle United players tried very hard, even if they were hit by Chen Hero, they were not afraid.

In this way, it became difficult for Chen Hero to score.

When the referee blew the whistle to end the first half, the score was temporarily fixed at 0:2, with the home team in front and the away team behind.

Back in the locker room, Liverpool's teammates congratulated Chen Hero one after another—although he hadn't equaled the record yet, in their eyes, being only one goal away was the same as equaling the record, wasn't it?

There were forty-five minutes in the second half, and scoring a goal was as easy as flipping his hand for Chen Hero, and Chen Hero looked to be in good shape today.

Chen Hero seemed very calm—he always believed that he could create a new record, so he didn't feel anything special about equaling the record. Besides, wasn't it just sixty goals? If he had worked harder before, he might have broken it earlier.

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Unlike the jubilant atmosphere on Liverpool's side, the air in Newcastle's locker room was much heavier.

Alan Pardew had a gloomy face, and the surrounding aura became very depressing. No one dared to say a word.

They let Chen Hero score two goals alone in the first half, and they certainly didn't have the right to laugh and joke now. They thought the boss would definitely reprimand them.

Alan Pardew opened his mouth, but to their surprise, the boss did not reprimand them, but praised their performance.

"You performed quite tenaciously in the first half. I didn't want to concede two goals, but there's nothing we can do about it, that's football. But the good thing is that we haven't conceded a third goal yet. So the second half is key. I hope everyone will perk up and treat every attack from the opponent seriously, just like in the first half. I'll say it again, everyone performed well, except for one person."

Speaking of this, Pardew's voice suddenly became cold, making some timid players even shiver.

Coloccini was originally pretending to listen attentively with his head down, but when he heard the boss's sudden change of voice, his body couldn't help but stiffen.

He suddenly realized that something terrible was about to happen.

"Fabricio Coloccini," Pardew asked coldly, "Do you have anything to explain about those two goals?"

Coloccini raised his head and looked at the head coach in surprise. From Pardew's face, he saw coldness and anger.

Could it be that he saw through it?

Impossible... My acting skills are not bad, right?

Coloccini spread his hands: "Uh, that... I made such a low-level mistake in defense, I'm very disappointed in myself... I guarantee that such a problem will not happen again in the second half..."

"There is no second half." Pardew interrupted Coloccini.

"Huh?"

Coloccini hadn't reacted yet.

"You're being substituted, Coloccini. You're no longer a member of the team on the field. Because if I let you stay on the field, I'm worried that we'll concede more goals."

After Coloccini reacted, he became angry—Damn it, why are you using me as a scapegoat in the dispute between you British guys and a Chinese guy? All of this is the fault of you British people!

"Why? Why are you substituting me early? Is there anything wrong with my performance?" He loudly questioned Pardew.

Alan Pardew didn't expect Coloccini to have such a big reaction after being substituted. His eyes quickly swept over the other players in the locker room, and found that they were also looking at Coloccini with surprised expressions.

"Don't you know what's wrong with you?" Pardew didn't want to make too much of a fuss about this matter, because it would bring a bad influence to the team, and maybe lead to them performing poorly in the second half.

"What do I know? Is there anything wrong with me protecting myself? Do you have to make me break my nose like Mike Williamson? You only have two substitution spots left. If you use up all the substitution spots in the first half, what will you do if there are accidents in the second half? Can't you see how powerful Chen Hero's shot is? Otherwise, you can go to the field and try the feeling of being hit by him!"

The more Coloccini spoke, the more unhappy he became. He simply stood up from his seat, lifted his jersey, revealing a body full of muscles, and bruises all over the muscles.

"These are all left behind after being hit by the balls shot by Chen Hero! Here! Here! And here!"

Coloccini pointed to the scars on his body, especially the bruised area near his lower abdomen, "Do you want me to use this place to block his shots? Do you want me to use my head to block his shots?! You don't even know what it feels like to be kicked in the body! As a head coach, you need to issue orders from the sidelines, but it's us players who are desperately helping you achieve it!"

Coloccini was very unhappy. He felt that he had already tried his best, but he would be said like this by the head coach. Was self-protection wrong?

Is the victory or defeat of football more important, or is life more important?

"Mike Williams is still lying in the hospital. No one knows if he will have any sequelae from being hit in the head. Why do you want me to risk my life?!"

Alan Pardew's body was trembling with anger because he saw many players showing sympathetic eyes towards Coloccini—this was what he was most worried about!

Coloccini was doing something that even Chen Hero had not done. He was destroying the team's morale!

In fact, Pardew overestimated Coloccini too much. Chen Hero had already done the job of destroying the team's morale in the first half.

If the half-time break hadn't come so quickly, the team might have already collapsed.

Coloccini was just helping Chen Hero push it along.

"Enough, shut up! No matter what, it's wrong for you to desert and put the team as a whole in danger! You are a player, and when you get on the field, you have to complete your task, why are there so many excuses? You don't have to play in the second half! Ryan Taylor will replace you!"

Since they had already fallen out, Coloccini naturally didn't care whether he could play in the second half or not. He even wished he couldn't play.

He took off his jersey and threw it in front of Alan Pardew: "Whatever!"

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No one knew that such a serious conflict had occurred in Newcastle United's locker room. During the half-time break, everyone was discussing whether Chen Hero would be able to equal Dixie Dean's record in the second half.

The experts and guests on TV were discussing it, and the fans in the stands were also discussing it.

Some people supported it, and naturally some people opposed it.

There were fewer people supporting it, and many people opposing it.

Both sides were arguing fiercely on TV.

Seeing that the fifteen minutes of the half-time break were about to pass in this quarrel.

Finally, someone stood up and tried to end the quarrel.

"Regardless of whether you are optimistic about him or not, what I want to say is this fact—forty-five minutes, one goal, is by no means difficult for Chen Hero today. I have no idea how Newcastle United will stop Chen Hero. Their performance in the first half was already very good, their tactics were very targeted, and their players were brave enough, but Chen Hero still scored two goals..."

However, his efforts to end the quarrel failed, because someone immediately stood up to refute him: "No, Newcastle United's players didn't do well enough, I'm talking about that Argentinian, Coloccini. It was his two mistakes that allowed Chen Hero to score two goals, but were those two really mistakes? I don't think so! He did it on purpose! So if I were Alan Pardew, I would substitute him during the half-time break and restore the team's morale. In this way, there is hope to block Chen Hero in the second half..."

"I said it, Argentinians are not reliable... If Pardew put all English players on the field, I think maybe the score would still be 0:0..."

"Don't be funny, which team in the current Premier League can put all eleven English players in the starting lineup? We're almost like the United Nations!"

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The quarrel continued.