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Chapter 652 Hot match!

Beep! ! ! !

A sharp whistle sounded.

Under the spotlight, both sides began to rush forward at the same time.

Without any form of procrastination, as if following everyone's wishes, the game went quickly.

Liverpool took the lead in kicking off, and after kicking the ball, Liverpool launched a fierce attack.

The Liverpool team trained by Klopp played very hotly.

I can't tell what powerful tactics he has, but he can kick the ball directly into the opponent's goal in one go.

This is Liverpool's passionate football.

But their teammates aren't bad either.

If Paris Saint-Germain faced Liverpool a few years ago, they would definitely play timidly.

But in the current Paris Headhammer team, a group of idiots don't know what "congxin" is. When Liverpool launched an attack, they directly angered the opponent's players.

As soon as the game started, the physical confrontation between the two sides was extremely fierce.

Minaur held the ball in the Liverpool half, and Neymar slammed into it like a tiger.

boom!

The two groaned one after another, and Minaur held Neymar hard while protecting the ball, and cursed: "Go away!"

Neymar was unmoved and did not speak back, but pushed forward desperately, trying to squeeze Minard out of the field.

And Minar was surprised to find that Neymar was so powerful that he was pushed out a short distance.

"Damn!"

Minar yelled, pouted his butt, pushed Neymar away, and took advantage of the gap to pass the ball to Henderson.

Just as Henderson was about to touch the ball, there was a sound of breaking through the air in front of him.

He looked up subconsciously, and saw a figure rushing towards him crazily, which was a fierce sliding shovel.

boom! !

Henderson was knocked to the ground, he beat the ground angrily, stepped forward and grabbed Cavani's neck.

"Bastard! What do you want?"

Cavani remained silent, and the Paris players also surrounded the two and pulled them apart.

The referee also whistled and ran over.

In the end, he showed a topaz card to Cavani and gave Liverpool a free kick in the backcourt.

Crack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack! ! !

Beep beep beep! ! !

The fans in the Parc des Princes were boiling, they clapped wildly, whistled, and shouted excitedly.

"Beautiful work!!"

"That's right, just how to play! Kill the Liverpool people!"

"Cavani, let Killian come next time, you have a card on your back! We don't want to see you get sent off with a red card!"

Paris continued to applaud, they appreciate Cavani's approach.

They have suffered so much at Anfield, and now they are going to be proud.

The faces of the Liverpool players are ugly, and Paris is giving them a blow.

And tell them in this way that Paris is not afraid of physical confrontation.

But it's not over yet. When Liverpool took a free kick, Yi Le, Kanter and others were fighting for the first spot in the backcourt.

Yi Le is on the left half, next to him is Firmino.

Both of them were pushing wildly, trying to occupy a favorable position, but in fact, they both had half their feet on the first landing point.

Seeing the ball getting closer, Yi Le and Firmino took off at the same time.

Under everyone's gaze, both of them wanted to touch the ball almost at the same time.

Firmino was very annoyed, Yi Le was too difficult to deal with, but Yi Le's physical resistance had declined, but this guy didn't know what it meant to give up, and stuck to himself like brown sugar.

The ball was getting closer and closer, and Yi Le and Firmino headed the ball without hesitation.

They know that whoever is cowardly will not be able to touch the ball.

In this case, both of them choose to be tough.

DUANG~~~~~

The two touched the ball first, and when the ball was rejected by the two, they died unabated, and the two foreheads were in close contact.

Firmino could only feel the sky spinning, and there was a sharp pain on his forehead.

FxxK!Who beat Lao Tzu with a brick?

thump!

Firmino fell to the ground, and his eyes were blank. When he recovered his vision, he saw Yi Le standing in front of him, staring at him, looking down on him.

Yi Le's appearance was also miserable, his forehead was flushed, his body was shaking, and he was obviously in pain, and there were even tears hanging from the corners of his eyes.

But he just pursed his lips tightly and stared at Firmino like a child who refused to admit defeat.

The ball flew off the touchline and the referee lifted Liverpool's touchline.

Seeing this scene, Yi Le said proudly, "I won!"

Firmino felt MMP in his heart!

And through TV, the vast number of Chinese fans also witnessed this scene. Yi Le's signature header reappeared in the arena, and Yi Le's strength made them even more amused.

This stupid!

On the commentary stage, Zhan Jun and Zhang Lu couldn't help laughing, but they couldn't laugh out loud.

"It's a physical confrontation again. The game has just started, and the two sides started a fierce confrontation. It's full of gunpowder!"

"Paris lost one game, they won't lose the second game, and Liverpool won't lose either. When two tigers fight, one must be injured! Whether Paris will lose their composure or Liverpool will collapse first, this game is more exciting than I imagined!"

On the sidelines, Klopp was frantically putting pressure on the fourth official. He breathed out the fragrance, and the fourth official looked embarrassed.

It looked like a lion furious.

On the other side, Boas looked at Klopp contemptuously, and thought to himself: What a big deal!

Suddenly, Michelle beside him exclaimed: "Yi was shoveled over!"

Boas' face changed drastically, and he rushed to the fourth official at a speed of [-] meters, and roared:

"This is murder!!!—"

Klopp stared blankly at Boas's complaint, and couldn't help but sneered: "Murder? So what are your previous actions?"

"That's a reasonable collision!"

"Fart! Let me give you a shovel, is it suitable for collision?"

"Various Germans!"

"Disgusting Portuguese!"

"Humph!"

"Humph!"

The two coaches stared angrily. Klopp grabbed Boas' tie. Boas was slightly inferior in height, but he raised his head and responded without timidity.

On and off the court, there is a lot of friction!

Seeing the performance of their head coach and players, the Paris fans roared even more frantically.

Both sides are pinpoints facing each other, and no one wants to take a step back.

But at the end of the farce, the referee was very dissatisfied with the performance of both sides.

Both sides received 3 yellow cards each.

For Paris Saint-Germain, Yi Le, Neymar and Cavani.

Liverpool are Mane, Henderson and Van Dijk.

Among them, Mane is the most wronged. He just went to persuade the fight, but was pushed by Neymar, which almost caused the incident to escalate, and was brutally given a yellow card by the referee.

With the warning of six yellow cards, the two sides finally calmed down a little.

The game is finally on the right track, but the small movements between the players on both sides are still unabated.

Without the intervention of the big move, the players on both sides still hold a wave of resentment.

They were playing against each other as if they were angry, and the pace of the game was too fast. In just 20 minutes, they played dozens of back and forth offensive climaxes.

In this case, no one wants to stop.

Whoever counsels first is a bastard!

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