Lu Yin Silly Waist

The offensive between the two sides continues, even more intense than the period when the game started.

Paris Saint-Germain does not hesitate to run and sprint physically, and it hits Bayern's defense time and time again.

And Bayern are not willing to show weakness, they rely on a stable counterattack, rapid offensive and defensive conversion, causing huge pressure on Paris's back line.

43 minutes into the first half, Lewandowski was knocked down by Kanter and Bayern got a good free kick in the frontcourt.

J Luo stands at the penalty spot and throws the ball out of the referee's whistle.

The angle of the ball is very tricky, and the running trajectory is extremely strange, but because of the angle that is too demanding, he wiped the club and flew out.

The goal was not scored, but Rao was so, the Paris fans were also startled with cold sweat.

This game, they can be seen as terrified, the heart seems to be tightly gripped, the atmosphere does not dare to breathe.

Both sides are attacking, the whole game is dazzled, even a pair of eyes can't come over.

They even felt difficult to breathe, but their eyes were staring at the stadium, unwilling to miss any details.

Paris's attack was fierce, but the goal was delayed.

Neuil is a god, he has blocked three extremely high quality shots in Paris.

Faced with this open goalkeeper, Paris is also a bit exhausted.

A little bit of time passed, and in an attack in Paris, Yi Le just plugged a straight ball into the ball.

At this time, a sharp whistle was heard.

The referee blew the whistle at the end of the first half.

Enter halftime.

Yi Le took a breath, shook his head helplessly, and followed the pace of his teammates towards the player channel.

......

"The midfielder needs to support the back line more. In this way, we will not be able to withstand the impact of Bayern!"

"The task of the midfield is offensive, now we are at a disadvantage, we need to be offensive, not defensive!"

"But what if Bayern expands the score? Our efforts are in vain!"

"Damn! Didn't you see Bayern's back line? Are they going to support it?"

"Hehe! Sorry, I'm not Kimish!"

"I'm not satire!"

"But I am telling the truth, Robben wants to push me into a sieve! I have no way to restrict him!"

Dressing room, noisy.

Perhaps the pressure of the game made many people irritable, and their quarrel never stopped from entering the locker room.

Everyone feels the pressure like a mountain.

Bayern gives them a sense of urgency.

The kind of feeling that it can't be knocked down or dragged on is really awful!

They understand that both parties are now in a state of tension.

But the Paris players feel that this is going to be the one who will collapse.

What if Bayern expands the score?

Then everything is done!

Every Paris player is arguing in a motivating quarrel. Yi Le and Neymar sit silently in the corner. The two did not participate in the quarrel.

Mbappe lacked the qualifications, watching the two big men have no movement, he also chose to be silent.

Boas and other coaches did not stop, but observed quietly. They understood that if they forcefully intervene now, they will not only be unable to stabilize their emotions, but will only make things worse.

I do n’t know how long after, the quarreling sounds become smaller,

Yi Le raised his head slightly and saw everyone's eyes looking at themselves.

Tiago Silva stepped forward and patted Yi Le on the shoulder, said: "Tell me!"

Yi Le looked at Tiago Silva blankly, only to see the latter said; "They trust you."

Yi Le got up, he looked around, everyone was looking at himself.

Those eyes are full of encouragement and trust.

Although Yi Le is young, he has enough weight.

When encountering difficulties in Paris, the players' first thought was to pass the ball to Yi Le.

Because, they understand that Yi Le will never let them down.

"I just want to win the game!" Yi Le's voice was very soft; "Win this game!"

"Last year, when we played the game, do you know what we think in our head?"

Everyone looked at each other, how could they know.

But they are still very interested in the secret of Tottenham maintaining the state of the game.

"Kick the game now!" Yi Le poked his index finger gently and smiled, "We don't think too many things, what touted before the game, all kinds of messy things after the game, we always think about it How did you deal with this game! What about the consequences? That's not what we should care about! "

"Victory deserves cheers and applause!"

"If you fail, you will be scolded. In fact, it's no big deal!"

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself, do your own work, do your own thing, as long as you show your ability, then you have succeeded!"

"Guys! Let's take another step is the semifinals!"

"We are only one goal away from the semifinals, we should not fall here."

"I have a proposal, if you don't know what to do? Then pass the ball to me and I will tell you how to play!"

Speaking, Paris players grin ...

"Ten minutes!" Marginhos whispered: "We try not to score for ten minutes, but you must score, so I will not ask you to withdraw support!"

Neymar smiled and said: "Ten minutes is enough, we will score!"

Others nodded one after another and accepted the proposal.

Watching the crowd calm down, Boas knew he should play.

He clapped and shouted; "Okay, guys, do we know how to play in the second half?"

Kurzawa said fiercely: "Fuck him!"

Everyone echoed.

"Fuck him!"

......

After the halftime break, the two sides changed sides and fought, and neither of the head coaches made adjustments for substitutions.

The second half of the game had just begun, and the two sides launched a crazy attack again.

It seems that the two bulls are panting and fighting each other.

At this time, both Paris and Bayern understand that they can't step back. The next step is the abyss, and morale and will will collapse.

Therefore, the fight is a tough will.

See who can't stand it first?

The offensive momentum in Paris was fierce, and Yi Le began to make a dribbling breakthrough to reduce Neymar's pressure.

In the past, Neymar was the team's breakthrough player, but in the first half he was already targeted by Bayern's back line, so Yi Le took the initiative to take the responsibility and began to do his unfinished work instead of Neymar.

Yi Le's breakthrough is not weaker than Neymar, which is a well-known thing in European football.

Many people say that Yi Le is not not making breakthroughs, but that there is no need to do so.

But when he starts to break through, then be careful.

Because they have forced Yi Le to a desperate situation.

Yile's several consecutive changes of direction directly knocked Martinez down. When facing Boateng, Yile immediately spun the ball to complete the change of direction, flexible like a dancing elf.

Boateng stuck to Yi Le and wanted to squeeze out Yi Le, but he found that Yi Le's physical resistance was very strong, and he was not pushed out by him. Instead, he was pushed in.

At this time, Yi Le's super personal ability was most vividly displayed.

He bluntly made a gap in the middle.

"It's easy to get into the big penalty area, what will he do with this ball?"

The French commentator Mitchell shouted in surprise.

Old Monet was even more excited; "God! He is too strong, this is the value of Yi, a perfect super midfielder, not only can he pass a delicate pass, his breakthrough is also extremely sharp!"

After Yi Le entered the big penalty area ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ moved laterally, leaning on the left side, wanting to naturally attract the defensive force to focus on the left side.

And Neymar also slapped.

Yi Le immediately passes the ball when he gets up.

Boateng stretched his foot directly to block Yi Le's passing angle.

But the next second, Yi Le's feet dangled over the ball, just like a pirate ship, and then swinged back and knocked on the ball with his heel.

"Heel pass! The goal is ... back point !!!!!!"

Mitchell stood up with old Monet at the same time, shouting excitedly.

Attracted by Yi Le and Neymar, Bayern's defensive strength gathered on the left, which is the front point, but there was a big gap on the right.

While there, Mbappe hit the horse and greeted the ball with a fierce volley.

boom! ! !

The ball hits the goal like a comet.

Noel didn't even respond in time. When he recovered, the ball was already beating in the goal.

Boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ――

The entire Prince Park stadium is boiling.

The crowd jumped up suddenly, they hugged each other excitedly, screaming ‘Paris! Long live ’slogan.

"Mbappe scored a goal !!! He scored a crucial goal !!!"

"But for this ball, Yi's credit is greater. He wears Bayern's back line, he is too strong !!"

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