Chapter 83 Long-Distance Raid!

35 minutes into the first half of the game, Tottenham's offensive rhythm gradually began to gain momentum.

They began to constantly test from the two wings, pulling Paris Saint-Germain's defense, which put a lot of pressure on Paris Saint-Germain, who is playing at home.

After Yi Le gradually took control of the ball, Tottenham once again demonstrated their aggressive offensive attributes.

Now the fans in Paris are very worried.

When they saw Yi Le standing in their own half, they felt uneasy.

Who knows when this guy will be able to send a wonderful through ball!

Sun Xingmin, Higuain, and Dele Ali are all players who are good at speed. As long as they run, it is difficult for Paris Saint-Germain's defense to limit them.

The most terrible thing is Yi Le's rhythm control ability.

In the few minutes before this, they had fully felt Yi Le's exaggerated rhythm changing ability.

Be quiet like a virgin, move like a rabbit!

With an order from the Chinese, the entire Tottenham Hotspur will instantly speed up, kicking them by surprise.

Every time it was a very reluctant defense, which made Paris Saint-Germain suffer.

They want to drive Yi Le out of their own half!

This guy is too much of a threat!

This is a universal fort!

Although Neymar's organizational skills are also good, they are still a bit worse than Yi Le.

Yi Le's role in controlling the whole game and connecting the front midfielder is simply too great.

Paris Saint-Germain fans looked tangled.

Isn't it possible to buy him quickly?

How do you feel, five hundred million is worth it!

After seeing Yi Le play for the first time and causing them a lot of trouble, they couldn't wait to win Yi Le.

 …

Princes Park Stadium,

Inside the VIP box.

Nasser Al-Khelaifi, executive chairman of Paris Saint-Germain, squinted his eyes and looked at the pitch, saying, "Yi, you played really beautifully."

The blond secretary on the side nodded and said, "He is the most cost-effective midfielder in European football today!"

"Is it just cost-effective?" Nasser Al-Khelaifi smiled and said, "Yi's commercial value has not been fully developed. The 21-year-old super midfielder, whether in terms of ability or other aspects, is very good. excellent."

"And if he achieves good results in this Champions League, his reputation will be further developed. The easy transfer is likely to drive the club's stock price to rise."

"Get ready, I think the Yiu transfer is going to be tough!"

The blond secretary nodded, and then said, "Is 100 million enough?"

Nasser Al-Khelaifi turned his head and glanced at the secretary, and said, "Misha, we need to give Yi enough respect, otherwise we won't be able to take him down at all."

The secretary frowned: "I don't think he has more influence than Neymar."

"You don't understand football! The team that wants to introduce Yi does not value Yi's current value at all, but his future influence."

"Yi can stabilize a team's midfield for at least ten years, so most teams' offers for him are not based on the present, but on his potential value."

"The Russians at Stamford Bridge will not let Yi go. The Agnelli family in Italy has recently injected 500 million into Juventus. Barcelona also wants to take Yi home. Real Madrid is preparing to borrow from the bank.. .It's all about preparing for this summer!"

"If we want to win Yi, then we must express enough sincerity!"

Nasser Al-Khelaifi narrowed his eyes and said: "He will be the key to Paris winning the Champions League! Look, those Paris fans have already regarded him as one of their own. If we don't win him, we may be punished by the fans." Group dissatisfaction."

 …

There was applause in the stands, and Yi Le also had some fans who didn't understand Paris.

These people are so passionate.

Tottenham's offensive rhythm is fully open.

Especially Yi Le, he has recovered his game state, his ability to read the game and control the rhythm made the Paris players feel physically and mentally exhausted.

And Yi Le's personal ability is also very strong, which is the most helpless place.

The game gradually came to 40 minutes, and the first half of the game was almost over.

The PSG players were clearly not happy with their first half performance.

You know, they are at home, sitting on the home court advantage, but they can't win the game, so when they come to White Hart Lane, isn't it just looking for abuse?

Neymar also began to try to break through. He didn't want to play the role of an organizer. He found that his role in this aspect was too small, and he might as well rely on his personal ability to make a breakthrough.

Neymar began to go forward frequently, which left Paris Saint-Germain's midfield somewhat empty.

Yi Le also saw this loophole, and he felt that this was an opportunity, a chance to score a goal.

Neymar stepped forward to the ball, he was making a breakthrough, and Kanter was marking him in front of him.

Facing Kanter's marking, Neymar seemed a little anxious. The ghost knows why this guy is so difficult, he can't get rid of it, and he exerts a lot of defensive pressure.

Neymar made several changes of direction, but Kante was unmoved, he kept his eyes on the ball, and he was not deceived by the opponent's fake moves.

Finally, in Neymar's gambling breakthrough, Kanter's astute sliding tackle directly broke the ball.

The moment Neerma fell to the ground, he raised his hand, signaling a foul.

But the referee ignored it and pointed his hands towards Paris Saint-Germain's half, indicating that the attack was effective.

Kanter passed the ball directly, Yi Le retreated to catch the ball, and Verratti also posted it.

Yi Le made an emergency stop while running, which made Verratti hit Yi Le's back without reacting. Taking advantage of this time, Yi Le accelerated to catch the ball again and poked it Below the football.

The ball floated over the heads of the two, and Yi Le directly wiped past Verratti.

Just kidding, in terms of physical confrontation experience, who can compare to the Premier League.

Yi Le used his full experience to get rid of Verratti's defense.

"Beautiful stop and turn away!"

On live TV, Lawrence shouted excitedly: "Yi started waving the ball, God! He's so fast! Verratti can't catch him at all."

Yi Le turned around and flew away. Paris Saint-Germain's midfield emptiness was a good opportunity, and Yi Le didn't want to waste this opportunity.

Higuain and Dele Ali also started to attack from the two wings, but they could not catch up with Yi Le.

Sun Xingmin waited ahead, but the passing angle was blocked.

Between the lightning and flint, there is only one choice left for Yi Le.

Go it alone! !

"Yi's speed is very fast. He is quickly approaching the penalty area of ​​Paris Saint-Germain. Marquinhos stepped forward to defend. Yi started to step on his bicycle. His movements are very confusing. Marquinhos dare not take a step easily. Beautiful Yi smacked the ball from the left, and he went into the penalty area!!—”

Lawtons stood up abruptly. He held the microphone tightly and said excitedly, "Yi is advancing laterally. He is looking for a kick angle. Paris Saint-Germain's defensive force is attracted to him. What will Yi do?"

"Yi Zai adjusted! He's ready to kick!"

Seeing Yi Le swung his right foot violently, Marquinhos and Kim Pembe felt a little bit in their hearts, and slid left and right, trying to block Yi Le's shooting angle.

They tried to stretch their toes as much as possible, trying to expand the defensive area.

Marquinhos looked up slightly, and he saw a bright smiling face.

This guy... crazy!

In the next second, Yi Le's swung right foot was seen swaying past the football, and the swung thigh swung back again with his heel.

Marquinhos was completely dumbfounded!

"Fake action!!!--"

Lawrence got up excitedly and roared: "Yi pretended to shoot, but his real purpose was to pull the defense line, and finally passed the ball with his heel, and the football fell accurately in front of Sun. At this time...Sun has no one to defend !!—”

"This ball!!!——"

Sun Xingmin was extremely calm. He looked at the ball rolling to his feet, and looked up at the goalkeeper who was rushing towards him.

Sun Xingmin licked his lips. He looked at the goalkeeper pounced on the football and rubbed his left foot lightly on the ball.

Shoot! !

The goalkeeper of Paris Saint-Germain watched the football disappear from his eyes, and his heart was ashamed.

The football slowly drifted towards Paris's goal until it crossed the goal line, hit the net and fell, bounced twice on the ground before coming to rest.

"GoooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaL!!!!!!!!!"

"At the last moment of the first half, relying on Yi's beautiful long-distance attack, he kicked the ball to Sun, and Sun calmly lobbed the shot!"

"They helped Tottenham score the first goal!"

"Sun's shot is beautiful, but what is even more beautiful is Yi's long run and the magic heel pass at the end! I believe it, Yi must have eyes in the back of his head, how he sees Sun who is unguarded, it is simply too much Crazy!"

"In the quarter-finals of the 2016/2017 UEFA Champions League, Tottenham scored the first goal, and we led 1:0!!—"