Chapter 8 Yi Le as a Demon

September 29th, the eighth round of Ligue 1.

Paris Saint-Germain challenged Nice away.

Yi Le went out with the team, but there was no surprise, Yi Le was still sitting on the bench.

He couldn't bear it anymore. In his opinion, he had almost recovered, but Boas still didn't intend to send him to play.

Yi Le also expressed his willingness to play in this regard, but he did not succeed. Boas seemed to be suppressing himself intentionally.

Yi Le didn't even know what the other party was planning.

The game is still going on, and Paris has a great advantage. Although there is no goal, judging from the situation on the field, Nice is already at the end of its battle.

Boas squatted on the sideline, his expression was a little unnatural, he always felt that a pair of eyes with strong resentment were looking at him.

"Michelle!"

Boas yelled, and assistant coach Michel hurried over.

"What's wrong?"

"Ahem..." Boas coughed dryly, and whispered, "Yi is looking at me?"

Michelle turned her head and took a look, and couldn't help but laughed dumbly: "To be precise, he's staring at you!"

"This guy..." Boas shook his head helplessly. He changed his posture, but kept his back to Yi Le.

Michelle couldn't help laughing at it, and asked suspiciously: "Actually, Yi's injury has recovered very well, why not let him play?"

"To ensure his condition!"

In this regard, Michel recalled Yi Le's performance in the training game and said: "He is in very good condition!"

"No!" Boas shook his head and said, "I haven't met my expectations yet. I'm suppressing Yi now. This is to keep him hungry for the game. Now how eager he is to play, let's accumulate more fighting spirit." , A little bit of accumulation, waiting for him to play will completely explode!"

"Man, PSG need a big win to boost morale."

Michelle frowned and said, "Then aren't you afraid of holding him back?"

"No!" Boas smiled confidently.

 …

On the other side, Yi Le could barely sit still.

He stared at Boas's back and shook his legs on tiptoes, which was his strong desire to play.

And with the suppression of Boas, the frequency of his leg shaking became faster and faster.

The new players on the side didn't dare to talk to Yi Le anymore, and Yi Le looked so fierce at this moment, even the head coach dared to stare at him.

They promised that if they glared at Boas like this, they would definitely be taught a bad lesson.

But Yi Le didn't need to worry about this. Even Boas began to avoid Yi Le intentionally, avoiding a direct dialogue with him.

Regarding this point, they can only say that in Paris, only Yi Le has this treatment, and no one else can.

After sitting for a long time, Yi Le suddenly got up and walked out of the bench. He didn't warm up, but he started to twist his waist just from the angle where he could see himself in the stands.

Seeing this scene, Boas couldn't help the corners of his eyes twitching.

This guy is here again!

The appearance of Yi Le caused huge cheers and shouts from the Paris fans.

Thousands of Paris fans in the away game shouted Yi Le's name frantically again.

This is not the first time Yi Le has made such a move.

The first time and the second time may be understandable, but the more times, the Paris fans will feel confused. In their perception, Yi Le is not the kind of person who likes to show off.

But soon they figured it out.

Boas refused to let Yi Le play. Yi Le was throwing a temper tantrum and wanted to put pressure on Boas by the cheers of the fans.

In this regard, the Paris fans are naturally happy to see the results, and they look forward to Yi Le playing more than anyone else.

On both sides, the husband is affectionate, the concubine is interested, and they hit it off.

Amidst the cheers of the audience, Boas was caught in the middle, his face as ugly as constipation.

Yi Le stood behind Boas, twisting his waist for a while, pressing his legs for a while, and even doing somersaults when he was fine.

The Parisian fans almost collapsed with laughter, as if to say, 'Look at me, look at me, look back at me! '

Their cheers grew louder,

Respond to Yile in this way.

On the other hand, Boas had a sullen face, pretending to be deaf, but yelling curses in his heart.

I look back at you, count me as loser!

 …

The game was over, but Yi Le still didn't get a chance to play.

He looked depressed, his shoulders collapsed, and he looked weak.

Boas is like a winning rooster, with his head held high.

The corners of the Paris players' eyes twitched. They dare not participate in the struggle between their own star players and the head coach. Whoever participates will be unlucky.

Yi Le is special, which can't help but apply to the fans' feelings for Yi Le, and the same status in the team.

PSG won again and, although without that dominance, finally climbed to third place in the Ligue 1 table.

The performance of Paris during this period also made the fans feel relieved.

However, they still look forward to when Yi Le will be able to play.

Boas pretended not to see Yi Le.

In order to play, during this period of time, Yi Le can be said to be a demon to create the sky. He can guarantee that if he tells Yi Le to play in the next game, Yi Le will definitely jump up.

Of course, after this game is over, Boas can no longer be in Yile.

Under such pressure, Yi Le will definitely be able to hold back his illness, and the club has also begun to put pressure on him.

Paris has achieved good results recently, but Yi Le's failure to play still cannot guarantee the highest level of combat effectiveness.

Therefore, bringing Yi Le back as soon as possible is the main task at this stage.

It's just that Boas didn't intend to tell Yi Le now. During this time, he was annoyed by Yi Le. It was a small revenge, let him hold back for a while.

Yi Le's sluggish state didn't last long. The next day in training, this guy looked alive again.

Regarding this, Boas sneered, and he knew it was a fake.

After the basic training in the morning, the tactical meeting will be held directly.

"The next game is against Naples in the second round of the Champions League group stage. We will field the strongest lineup for this game!"

Hearing this, everyone's hearts trembled, and Yi Le also looked at Boas expectantly.

Boas smiled, turned towards Yi Le, and said: "The three midfielders in Naples, Ruiz, Hamsik, and Alan are not easy to deal with. Yi, can you suppress it?"

Without even thinking about it, Yi Le said, "I can!"

Not only to suppress, Yi Le felt that he could kick them out.

The long-term depression gave Yi Le an explosive desire to compete.

No matter who the opponent is in the first match, Yi Le will let the opponent taste the taste of despair!

"Very good!" Boas said: "In the next game, continue to use the way of playing last season, Neymar and Yi's dual-core system!"

Neymar said excitedly: "Don't worry, sir!"

After finishing speaking, he turned to Yi Le and said, "Yi, in the next game, who shall we hit first?!"

Just as Yi Le was about to speak, Boas began to roar.

"You two, if you dare to beat others, I will replace you!"

For these two clubs, Boas is really a headache. Paris can no longer stand the toss. If there is a suspension, just finish it!

Yi Le and Neymar shrunk their necks subconsciously, and dared not make a sound anymore.

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