Lu Yin Silly Waist

Yi Le stomped fiercely. The chance just now was too bad. They had a chance to equalize the score.

He looked up at the time, 42 minutes, and there was little time left.

Damn it! ! !

Yi Le is anxious.

In the next two minutes, Paris Saint-Germain's counterattack was even more fierce. They will score a goal before the second half to equalize the score.

But Real Madrid's defense is also very determined, they must defend this goal.

The two sides launched an offensive and defensive battle in the other's big penalty area.

Paris Saint-Germain players bombed around Real Madrid's penalty area, and as time passed, they became more and more anxious.

Until the fourth official raised the sign of injury stoppage time in the first half, the Paris attack became more fierce.

In 42 minutes, as the referee was about to blow his whistle, Yi Le decisively kicked his feet!

Boom! ! ! ! !

Yi Le volleyed vigorously, and the sound of the ball changed.

I saw the ball flying towards the dead end.

Real Madrid goalkeeper Casilla quickly responded, but failed to touch the ball.

He could only watch the ball fly by.

Paris fans on the entire Prince Park stadium slowly stood up, their eyes widened.

Ding! ! ! ! ! !

FXXK! ! !

Damn it!

I will definitely tear you down! ! ! ——

Paris fans scolded in anger. If it were not for security guards to stop, they would definitely pull this **** iron bar and put it on the iron shredder to smash it! ! ! ——

...

Beep! ! ! ! !

The whistle at the end of the first half sounded, Real Madrid players were relieved, they happily returned to the locker room.

On the other side, Paris players are a little depressed.

Neymar wanted to step forward to talk to Yi Le, but found that Yi Le's face was somber at this time, exuding a stranger's breath, which made him turn around decisively and leave.

In the locker room, after explaining the tactics in the second half, Boas found Yi Ledao; "Yi, calm down!"

Yi Le pursed his lips and said, "I'm calm! Boss!"

Boaz shook his head secretly and said, "You have to know your mission, everyone is waiting for you to tell them how to play. If you lose your mind, there will be no reversal point in this game."

Yi Le felt his head was a little hot, mainly angry.

He didn't know why he was so temperamental, but when he thought of losing, he felt very uncomfortable, and there was a fire burning in his heart.

Yi Le picked up the water bottle on the side and slammed it down on his head. The cold touch made his head cool down slightly.

Drops of water dripped down the hairline and wet the jersey lining. He shook his head fiercely, and when he looked up again, his eyes became a little brighter and said, "Boss, I calmed down!"

Boas grinned and secretly vomited, can this also cool down physically?

"Cough!" Boas coughed and turned to Neymar: "In the second half, you need to help Yi control the midfielder. In order to serve the double forward, Real Madrid is not determined to fight for the midfield rhythm. Need to cut off their support to the frontcourt directly in the midfield, understand? "

Neymar's eyes lit up; "Boss, do you mean?"

Boas sneered: "Take this game!"

...

In the second half, the two sides changed sides and fought again.

Paris Saint-Germain took an imperative post against the midfield at the beginning, but Real Madrid did not pay too much attention. They still followed the routine of the first half and relied on double forwards to attack.

Boas watched all this with cold eyes.

For this Real Madrid, both he and other head coaches feel a headache.

Because, they do not have a fixed kick and style.

Kick the weak team, Real Madrid's cottage pass control to fly!

The team that fights back against the defense is positioning ball bombing + long-range heavy artillery!

Against a team with similar offense and defense balance and its own strength, it will give up the right to play the defensive counterattack!

Anyway, there is really no way to target!

Previously Boas could still kick Real Madrid by defensive counterattack, but when Real Madrid made a change, the double forwards were in front, which made them a little difficult to parry.

Now Real Madrid obviously has to rely on Ronaldo's thigh to win.

So is there no way for Paris Saint-Germain?

Boas doesn't think so.

Paris has always relied on Yi Le to sort out the midfield rhythm, which is called the single-core lead.

But do n’t forget that Paris also has a man named Neymar!

Neymar can also play the core!

Single-core becomes dual-core, single-ride becomes motorcycle!

From now on, Greater Paris will run at full power, with Yile and Neymar dual-core leading!

Remember the golden dual core of Barcelona in the Three Dreams?

Humph! !

Boas could not help sneering secretly. Real Madrid made him anxious. Originally he wanted to hide his hand, but now he is even in danger. He is ready to show the Paris Saint-Germain killer.

...

In the game, Yi Le took root in the midfield and started scheduling. Real Madrid's fight is very active, but it is still unable to shake the control of Paris.

Neymar also often withdrew to echo Yi Leyao.

Now Grand Paris, with Yi Le and Neymar as the core, gradually began to stabilize the midfield.

Although there was no such fierce attack at the beginning, anyone can see that Big Paris has found their rhythm.

"Huh ~~~ We finally stabilized. Boaz's choice is correct. We rely on Yi's control of the midfield to slowly grasp the situation. Don't worry, kick slowly. Now the most critical thing is not to make mistakes."

Old Monet seemed to be talking to himself, constantly wiping the sweat on his forehead.

Paris in November was already cold, but he was still sweating anxiously.

Yi Le gradually took control of the situation, and his originally impetuous heart also stabilized.

Now he clearly knows that the most important thing is to equalize the score.

Yi Le passed the ball to Kanter, but he wandered around the middle circle. Although Yi Le did not go deep into Real Madrid's position, no Real Madrid player dared to underestimate the opponent.

They have suffered enough from Yi Le, and they understand that Yi Le's control range is scary.

Therefore, even if Yi Le runs without the ball, it also gives them great mental pressure.

In 69 minutes, Yi Le watched Cavani's running position and shook his head slightly. If he was smarter, he could run at a variable speed and throw off the opposing defender with explosive force, but Cavani apparently did not realize this.

At this time, Yi Le couldn't help but miss Harry Kane.

Even without Harry Kane, Grigory will do. The latter, although not as dominant as the former, has an advantage and is very obedient!

And Cavani ... Hey ~~~~~~!

Cavani looked at Yi Le originally, and suddenly saw Yi Le staring at him, shaking his head and sighing, which made him cold.

What am I doing? ! !

Cavani is not good at this point, Yi Le can only find another goal, Mbappe's awareness of running position is not enough, the little guy is still in the race consciousness of rushing forward, although there is some progress in running position, but it is not too big use.

Only one choice left!

Yi Le looked at Neymar, and Neyre also looked at Yi Le.

The two looked at each other and both nodded.

Yi Le passed the seemingly random foot to Neymar, then suddenly started himself.

Neymar also turned around to get rid of it after touching the ball, all in one go.

After completing his escape, Neymar passed directly to a neutral position, and Yi Le's figure suddenly appeared there.

Yi Le touched the ball, Ramos stepped forward, but Yi Le stopped suddenly, and he smiled at Ramos.

Afterwards, Neymar's figure rose from behind Ramos ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ stopped the ball in the chest to remove the ball.

In the meantime, Ramos with his back to Neymar also heard the praise of ‘NICE’ from behind.

The cooperation between the two is dazzling, like two butterflies flying in the flowers, very ornamental.

For the two, this biography, abruptness, and a pick was an understatement that pierced Real Madrid's back line.

Neymar went directly into the penalty area and faced two defensive players, passing the ball lightly to the middle.

Cavani stood there stunned.

He found himself to be empty. Looking at the oncoming ball, Cavani completed the shot firmly.

The ball rolled steadily into the lower left corner to complete the shot.

And all this is done within 20 seconds.

The entire Prince Park stadium fell into a strange quiet.

Paris fans stared blankly at the stadium.

What happened?

How did the ball appear in Real Madrid's goal?

Goal scored?

Goal! ! ! ——

boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ————

The entire Prince Park stadium exploded violently.

The cheers of surprise from Paris fans were all over the audience.

They never expected to score a goal.

And this goal is incredible.

"God !!! God !!! God !!! What do I see? The cooperation between Yi and Neymar is so beautiful, they seem to be thinking with a head, I don't know how to explain this goal, this goal is a little bit It's too easy. "Old Monet looked incredulous.

On the sidelines, Boas showed a satisfied smile, while Zidane, on the other hand, widened his eyes and looked at the stadium in amazement.

Zidane: This ... what is this dual-core? ! !

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