Chapter 146 Fuck Him!

"Les Herbiers tried their best to defend, but they still couldn't stop Paris from penetrating."

The camera focuses on van Gaallehen, seeing his frustrated, blank expression.

Miches couldn't help but said: "Van Gaallehen was very disappointed. After all, this goal showed Yi's dominance in the midfield to the fullest. This is a strong personal ability. In the first confrontation, Van Gaallehen suffered a loss of confidence. Huge setback!"

Henry nodded and said: "But it's not all a bad thing. After knowing the strength of the opponent, as long as he can regain his strength, it will benefit him a lot. This is a process of growth."

In the arena, the fans in Paris were also extremely excited.

They didn't expect to score so quickly, and the first goal was ushered in just eight minutes into the game.

They felt that the first championship of the season was beckoning to them, and they couldn't help cheering even harder.

 …

The Paris Saint-Germain players drop back.

The players in Les Herbiers looked at each other in blank dismay. Although they imagined that the game would be difficult, they did not expect it to be crushed.

Les Herbiers reached the final of the French Cup. It is not that they have played against a strong team, but they are completely different from Paris Saint-Germain.

This feeling is a dimensional gap.

The French team is the French team!

But Paris Saint-Germain has broken through this shackles, they are at the level of European-level powerhouses!

Deker got up from the ground, spit out the grass clippings in his mouth, and grinned: "This is Paris's attack!"

Fofana nodded solemnly and said: "Europe's top midfield configuration is qualitatively different from the teams we have encountered before!"

"That Chinese is not a human being!"

Frochon pursed his lips, they couldn't prevent Yi Le's pass at all, and they couldn't even guess Yi Le's ball path.

"And Neymar, his breakthrough cannot be restricted!"

"Mbappe is so fast, I can't keep up!"

"In contrast, defending Cavani is easier!"

The constant complaints made Van Gaallehen even more depressed...

"Enter one!!"

I don't know who it was, but a sudden suggestion made Van Gaallehen raise his head suddenly.

I saw that there was no frustration on the expressions of everyone, but eagerness to try.

Yellman said excitedly: "This is the Stade de France, and Paris Saint-Germain is opposite! Guys, we only need to score one goal to detonate the audience and capture that damn goal in Paris!"

Frochon chuckled and said, "I've wanted to do this for a long time!"

"Enter one! Let them taste the power of Les Herbies!"

"Don't play with their rhythm, we have to play with our own rhythm."

"Van Gaallehen, Yi will be handed over to you!"

"Dude, go up and fuck him!"

"Don't be afraid! Barefoot people are not afraid of shoes, you need to defeat him once, and you will be famous!"

"We will fully support you, fuck him!"

Van Gaallehen stared blankly at his teammates, Yellman came over and patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile; "Dude, you don't get much by beating Yi, but you only need to beat Yi once, and you can gain something." Fame! Now is the time to go for it, fuck him!"

"Fuck him!!"

Under the constant instigation of the crowd, Van Gaallehen also felt a burst of heat in his chest.

Defeat Yile!

What a tempting thing!

Van Gaallehen turned his head and looked at the black-haired young man opposite, his eyes were full of heat.

It only takes one time, defeat him once, and he will become famous in Europe.

On the other hand,

Yi Le didn't know that he was about to be targeted.

He will become the experience baby of the Les Herbier players who gave Van Gaal a copy of the copy, and it can also be said to be the BOSS.

 …

The game restarted, Les Herbier kicked off, and Yellman passed the ball to Van Gaallehen.

Van Gaallehen continued to pass back, but this time he did not take the initiative, he knew that there was a gap in the midfield.

Once they distanced themselves, Yi Le would take over the midfield and directly cut off the connection between Les Herbier's midfield and the backcourt.

As a result, they were more of a hanger around the middle circle, forming a tight eight-man team with the backcourt.

In this way, their traditions are playing well.

The press of Neymar and others also failed to reap the effect.

Yi Le was also in a state of observation. He looked at the opposite side in surprise and had to say that this decision was correct.

Relying on positional warfare to advance slowly, this is Les Herbier's only chance.

In this way, the two sides played in style.

Lesserbier has increased the focus of defense, and the midfielder participates in offense and defense. Although the burden is heavy, the effect is also obvious.

And with this kind of playing style that spares no effort in physical fitness, they actually played really well.

The confrontation between the two sides was also dazzling.

It is not only luck that Les Herbiers can reach the French Cup final, they also have strength.

Moreover, Yi Le was targeted.

The siege of three people forced Yi Le to pass back or restrict his path of the ball, which caused Paris' offense to slow down.

But Les Herbier's situation is not too good.

The midfielder has a huge burden, and a lot of running consumes their physical energy crazily. This is a slow suicide tactic.

As good as it looks, it won't last long.

Yi Le also had a weird face, he didn't know why the opponent chose this tactic.

A full 20 minutes of confrontation.

Les Herbiers frantically plunged into Paris's penalty area, and Paris also spared no effort to attack.

The fans in the stands watched it very well.

This kind of confrontation stimulated the crazy secretion of their adrenal hormones.

Shouts, cheers, and applause mixed together.

They are happy with Paris' performance.

But Les Herbier's performance surprised them.

Facing Paris Saint-Germain, they did not choose to retreat, but to attack.

Their aggressive and crazy tactical play has won the affirmation of the fans.

After Van Gaallehen tried a long-range shot, there was loud applause.

In addition to the fans of Les Herbiers, the fans of Paris Saint-Germain also applauded.

It's true that Van Gaallehen played in a mess, but the opponent was Yi Le. When facing Yi Le, he was still able to play a few waves of very good offensive rhythm. This performance is worthy of recognition.

But hard work is hard work, not strength.

In terms of hard power, Paris Saint-Germain still has an overwhelming advantage.

In 42 minutes, Buffon made a quick serve and found Yi Le directly.

Yi Le ran wildly with the ball. After training, two people passed it to Neymar. Neymar cut inside and made a low pass.

Relying on his speed, Mbappe advanced quickly, shoveled and scored another goal.

Paris Saint-Germain showed a textbook counterattack.

In just 15 seconds, they flattened the opponent's defense and scored a wonderful goal.

This made the on-site commentary and the reporters sigh with emotion, this is the desperate place in Paris.

Their offensive efficiency is too high.

The trident composed of two super cores and Mbappe swept the audience.

Their trident directly disabled Bayern's defense.

And Les Herbier has nothing to do with this attack.