Lu Yin silly waist

Chapter 391 Fireworks over the Parc des Princes

The players in Greater Paris were celebrating, and Di Maria ran to the bottom of the fans' stands and roared.

Then he turned his head to look in Yi Le's direction, pointed at Yi Le with both hands, and beckoned him to come and celebrate together.

Yi Le smiled and ran over.

After the two clapped hands, they hugged each other heavily.

"That pass was great!" Di Maria said in Spanish.

Di Maria hasn't felt so happy for a long time, this kind of ball is comfortable to play.

It reminded him of his previous years at Real Madrid.

Yi Le smiled shyly and said, "Your shooting is also wonderful."

Cavani also ran over at this time, but he looked at Yi Le with some resentment.

Yi Le didn't seem to pass the ball to him much so far.

Cake spitter king, don't you have human rights?

Neymar stood aside, a little dissatisfied, why no one praised me?

In the direction of the coach's bench, the substitute players stood up excitedly at the moment they scored a goal.

This is Derby, a chance to become famous!

On the other hand, Boas applauded with a smile, and he was very fanciful. He is not a grassroots coach now, he is a champion coach, and he must have demeanor.

Just a goal, what a fuss!

Mbappe looked enviously at the stadium, and looked at Boas from time to time. How he wished that Boas would say "Kylian, warm up" at this time, but unfortunately he didn't!

In the game, after Paris Saint-Germain celebrated, Marseille fired the ball again.

In the 31st minute, Payet made an adventurous pass and was decisively intercepted by Yi Le, who made a precise long pass like a cruise missile directly to Cavani.

Cavani couldn't be more excited.

Yi finally passes the ball to himself!

Cavani carried Lamy to unload the ball, a pause and a sudden start, directly throwing Lamy away by half.

Seeing that he couldn't stop Cavani, Lamy could only reach out and hold him.

But just as Lamy stretched out his hand, Cavani made a deft change of direction and blocked Lamy in front of him. The two collided with each other. Due to the blocked forward kinetic energy, Cavani's footsteps were disordered and he fell directly, causing Cavani's single-handed attack.

"Cavani!! One-handed!!"

Old Monet was so excited, he hadn't been this excited for a long time.

In the past, when watching Paris Saint-Germain games, he always needed to be on high alert. Even if he was in the lead, he couldn't take it lightly. There were many times when Paris Saint-Germain capsized in the gutter.

In this game, he saw the changes in this team, and his adrenaline soared after watching the sharp offense.

"Cavani! Cavani! Cavani!" the old man kept yelling, he couldn't think anymore, his mind was full of whether the goal could be scored!

Cavani faced Manida, he calmly pushed the lower left corner, the ball passed through Manida's five fingers and hit the opponent's goal.

"Goal!! Goal!! Goal!! Goal!!!"

Old Monet jumped up and down excitedly like a child. He waved his hands indiscriminately and shouted; "The first half is not over yet, we have already led by two goals, and we have the chance to win!"

"This game is simply Yi's personal show. In 31 minutes, he completed two assists! After experiencing the turmoil of the transfer, Yi's state is still hot. He announced at the Parc des Princes that the terrifying midfielder in the Champions League has come to the land of France!!"

"What is efficiency? This is efficiency!"

"What is rhythm? This is called rhythm!"

"Yi told everyone in this game how tough he is!"

"Guys, tell me why the goal is"

Cavani! ! ! ! ! ——

"Assist for us is"

Yi! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ——

The entire Parc des Princes stadium was boiling, especially in the Boulogne stands, and the diehard fans of Paris were jubilant.

In the next ten minutes, Marseille was kicked out.

Facing waves of offensive fury in Paris, they couldn't stop them at all, and Payet, who spoke harshly before the game, was also kicked dizzy.

Paris completely entered Yi Le's mad dog mode.

The crazy attacks again and again made the Paris fans cheer again and again.

Just one game, no!In just one first half, they were conquered!

They were hopelessly in love with that Chinese boy!

After the intermission, the two sides changed sides and fought again.

Marseille coach Jose Michel also made some responses.

The striker who completely lost himself in the first half was replaced by the teenager Njiye who had just been drawn from Tottenham.

After the Cameroon teenager came on the field, he glanced at Yi Le's direction.

For this boss, Njiye is no stranger, both of them were in Tottenham at the same time, but Yi Le is a real boss, and he played once in two seasons, pure soy sauce party.

Njiye understood Yi Le's strength better than anyone else, so the decision he made was a bit funny, but it was also correct.

He stuck directly to Paris Saint-Germain's defense, looking like he had completely given up on midfield.

In fact, this is also the right choice. When Njiye was at Tottenham, he saw many teams play Tottenham like this.

But the situation is much worse now than it was then.

Not to mention that Marseille can't play the ball in the midfield, the defense is also shaky.

The Marseille players were devastated. This Paris Saint-Germain team made them feel very strange, and their playing style has completely changed.

If you give them some time, there is still the possibility of capturing tactical weaknesses, but at the beginning of the season, when neither side is clear, the fight is about state, coordination and personal ability.

Obviously, Paris Saint-Germain has an absolute advantage in this regard.

The steady stream of attacks continues.

Yi Le has kicked off, and one game allowed him to integrate into the team more quickly.

He stood in the middle circle, which was a fort, continuously delivering shells.

Cavani, Neymar and Di Maria were also supported by Yi Le's pass, and they shot more confidently.

In the 64th minute of the game, Yi Le launched a surprise attack on the left side.

With Neymar's explosive dribbling and cooperation, he passed 5 players in a row, and finally Yi Le shot angrily and scored again.

In the 76th minute, Yi Le directly tore through the opponent's defense with a deadly through ball. Neymar formed a single-handed shot and scored the goal calmly.

The whole Parc des Princes is going crazy.

The fans in Paris were overwhelmed with happiness. They never thought that this national derby would be a one-sided massacre!

4:0 ah! !

Paris Saint-Germain is crazy!

"The fourth! The fourth! The fourth!" Old Monet clutched his heart, he felt a little fluttering all over his body, his face was even more rosy, he was panting heavily, and roared excitedly; "Biyaron, what are you waiting for? Fireworks! Fireworks! We want to celebrate!!!——"

Wow! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ——

Accompanied by a burst of cheers, the Parisian fans in the South Stand set off fireworks wantonly.

First it was in pieces, and then it began to spread, turning into balls, and the entire South Stand seemed to be on fire.

Countless cold flame flowers covered the entire south stand, like a sea of ​​flames.

Yi Le was stunned by this scene.

Last season, when he came to Paris, he also heard about the fireworks, but it was before the game and it had already been extinguished when the game started.

But at this moment, it happened right in front of our eyes.

If you don't know the situation, you really think it's on fire.

And Yi Le also heard some slight movements of 'biu.biu'.

"Flying Monkey?!"

Beep! ! ! !

"The game is over, the game is over, this national derby, Paris Saint-Germain has won with an absolute advantage!"

The final score was fixed at 4:0.

Paris did not follow up the attack, but this also caused a great impact on Marseille.

Everyone is excited about the good start of Paris.

Especially as the well-deserved MVP of this game.

Yi Le presented three assists and one goal. His performance was phenomenal and his state was not good.

Cavani and other Paris players wanted to find Yi Le to celebrate, but they couldn't find it after searching for a long time.

At this moment, Yi Le was standing under the south stand, staring up curiously.

The fans in Paris also saw Yi Le, and the leader of the diehard fans, Bi Yalong, walked over with a smile and sent an invitation: "Yi, do you want to come up and play?"

Yi Le blinked and said, "Is it okay?"

"why not?"

After speaking, several people stretched out their hands, and Yi Le held their hands and was pulled into the auditorium.

Only then did he realize that it was not fire at all, but cold fireworks held by Parisian fans, but due to the large number, it formed a scene of a sea of ​​flames.

And with the burning of cold fireworks, gunpowder smoke filled the air, and the waving team flag appeared and disappeared in the smoke, making it even more spectacular.

The arrival of Yi Le greatly aroused the interest of this group of diehard fans.

They happily held their shoulders and sang songs, which was very lively.

Yi Le was also infected by this range and quickly joined in.

He can't sing French songs, so he can only yell along, and the Paris fans are also very enthusiastic.

easy! ! ! !

easy! ! ! !

easy! ! ! !

easy! ! ! !

The whole South Stand was full of voices calling Yi Le's name, and Yi Le also enjoyed it.

Bi Yalong is a thin young man, but he is the leader of the fans, and Yi Le can't figure out how this guy became the leader.

Yi Le turned his head and asked suspiciously: "Can Ligue [-] set off fireworks?"

"No!" Bi Yalong replied truthfully.

Yi Le was stunned for a moment, and said, "Then you still let it go?"

Bi Yalong said carelessly, "Whatever, this is our tradition, and we are willing to pay for this victory!"

"Of course I regret to inform you." Bi Yalong winked at Yi Le and said with a smile; "You appeared in the stands, the French Football Association thought you were instigating us, and may impose a suspension penalty!"

Yi Le: "!!!!"

Seeing Yi Le's frightened expression, Bi Yalong laughed out loud, slapped Yi Le's back hard, and said, "If you lie to you, you will be fined at most!"

Hearing this, Yi Le breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a resentful expression: "salop! (French: villain)."

Bi Yalong froze for a moment, then laughed and said, "Is this the swearing you learned? It's harmless. I'll teach you other things."

Yi Le: ""

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