Chapter 61 Paris' Big Killer!

Yi Le stomped his feet fiercely, the opportunity just now was too bad, they had a chance to tie the score.

He looked up at the time, 42 minutes, not much time left.

Damn it! ! !

Yi Le was a little anxious.

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

But Real Madrid's defense is also very firm, and they are bound to hold the ball.

The two sides launched a battle of offense and defense in the opponent's penalty area.

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

Until the fourth official raised the sign for stoppage time in the first half, Paris' offense became more and more fierce.

At 42 minutes, seeing that the referee was about to blow his whistle, Yi Le kicked decisively and got caught!

Boom! ! ! ! !

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

I saw the ball flying towards the dead corner.

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

He could only watch helplessly as the ball flew past.

The Paris fans in the Parc des Princes slowly stood up, their eyes widened.

Ding! ! ! ! ! !

FXXK! ! !

Damn goalposts!

I will definitely tear you down! ! ! ——

The Paris fans scolded angrily. If it wasn't for the security guards, they would have pulled out the damn iron rod and put it into the metal crusher to shred it into pieces! ! ! ——

 …

Beep! ! ! ! !

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

On the other hand, the Paris players were a little depressed.

Neymar wanted to go up to talk to Yi Le, but found that Yi Le's face was gloomy at this time, exuding the aura of "no one should enter", which made him turn around and leave decisively.

In the locker room, after Boas explained the tactics of the second half, he found Yi Ledao; "Yi, calm down!"

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

Boas shook his head secretly and said: "You have to know your mission. Everyone is waiting for you to tell them how to play football. If you lose your mind, then there will be no turning point in this game."

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

He didn't know why he was so angry, 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 a little.

Drops of water dripped down his hair and wet the lining of his jersey. He shook his head fiercely. When he raised his head again, his eyes became brighter and he said, "Boss, I've calmed down!"

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

"Ahem!" Boas coughed dryly, turned his head to Neymar and said, "In the second half, you need to help Yi control the midfield. In order to serve the double forwards, Real Madrid is not determined to compete for the rhythm of the midfield, so we Need to cut them directly in the middle of the field, understand?"

Neymar's eyes lit up and said, "Boss, what do you mean?"

Boas sneered: "Win this game!"

 …

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

Paris Saint-Germain put on an imperative posture for the midfielder at the beginning, but Real Madrid did not pay too much attention. They still followed the routine of the first half, relying on two forwards to attack.

Boas watched all this coldly from the sidelines.

For this Real Madrid team, both he and other coaches feel headaches.

Because they don't have a fixed style of play and style.

Let's kick the weak team, Real Madrid's copycat pass control is so good!

The team against the defensive counterattack is set-piece bombing + long-range heavy artillery!

Against a team whose offensive and defensive balance is similar to its own strength, give up the ball and play a defensive counterattack!

Anyway, just one word,

There is really no way to target it!

Before, Boas could rely on defensive counterattacks to play Real Madrid, but when Real Madrid made a change and the two strikers were in front, it 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 been relying on Yi Le to sort out the rhythm of the midfield, which is the so-called single-core leadership.

But don't forget that there is also a man named Neymar in Paris!

Neymar can also play the core!

Single-core to dual-core, single-rider to motorcycle!

From now on, Paris will run at full power, with Yi Le and Neymar leading the team!

Do you still remember the golden dual-core of Dream Three Dynasty Barcelona?

hum! !

Boas couldn't help but sneered secretly. Real Madrid pushed him into a hurry. He originally wanted to hide his hand, but now he is in danger of qualifying. He is ready to show Paris Saint-Germain's big killer.

 …

In the game, Yi Le took root in the midfield and began to dispatch. Real Madrid's fight was very active, but they still couldn't shake the pass control of Paris.

Neymar also retreats from time to time to echo Yi Le.

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

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

"Huh~~~ We finally stabilized. Boas made the right choice. We relied on Yi's control of the midfield to slowly grasp the situation. Don't worry, play slowly. The most important thing now is not to make mistakes."

Old Monet seemed to be talking to himself, and kept wiping the sweat stains on his forehead.

Paris in November is already a bit cold, but he is still sweating profusely.

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

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

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

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

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

In 69 minutes, Yi Le looked at Cavani's running position and shook his head slightly. If he was smarter, he could run at a variable speed and use his explosive power to throw off the opponent's defender, but Cavani obviously didn't realize this.

At this moment, Yi Le couldn't help but miss Harry Kane a little bit.

Even if there is no Harry Kane, Gregory is fine. Although the latter is not as dominant as the former, it has one advantage, it is very obedient!

And Cavani... hey~~~~~~!

Cavani looked at Yi Le hopefully, but suddenly saw Yi Le glanced at him and shook his head and sighed, which made his heart go cold.

What am I doing again? ! !

Cavani is not good at this point, Yi Le can only find another target, Mbappe is not aware of running positions enough, the little guy is still in the game awareness of rushing forward, although he has made some progress in running positions, but it is still unbearable use.

There is only one choice left!

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

The two looked at each other and nodded.

Yi Le passed a seemingly random kick to Neymar, and then suddenly started himself.

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

After Neymar got rid of it, he passed directly to a neutral position, and Yi Le's figure suddenly appeared there.

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

Then an over-the-top pass, Neymar's figure rose from behind Ramos, stopped the ball in the chest and unloaded the ball.

During the period, Ramos, with his back to Neymar, heard the praise of "NICE" from behind.

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

But for the two of them, this pass, one burst, and one challenge actually pierced through Real Madrid's defense line in an understatement.

Neymar plunged directly into the penalty area, facing two defenders, and passed the ball lightly to the center.

Cavani stood there in a daze.

He found that there was no one beside him. Looking at the oncoming ball, Cavani made a steady push.

The ball rolled into the lower left corner and completed the shot.

And all this is done in 20 seconds.

The entire Parc des Princes fell into an eerie silence.

The Paris fans looked at the stadium blankly.

What happened?

How the ball appeared in the Real Madrid goal.

Scored a goal?

Goal! ! ! ——

boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ————

The entire Parc des Princes erupted violently.

Surprising cheers from the Parisian fans filled the audience.

They never expected to score a goal.

And the goal was incredible.

"God!! God!! God!! What do I see? The cooperation between Yi and Neymar is so beautiful, they seem to think with one head, I don't know how to explain this goal, this goal is a bit It's so easy." Old Monet had an unbelievable look on his face.

Boas on the sidelines showed a satisfied smile, while Zidane on the side widened his eyes and looked at the stadium in astonishment.

Zidane: This... is this a dual core? ! !

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