Lu Yin silly waist

Chapter 825 My Weapon

"Barcelona's defense is very good. They squeeze the passing space of Real Madrid. From my point of view, everyone is actively running and no one is lazy."

Comans said happily.

Who dares to say that this is an aging team. Since this season, Barcelona's running distance has been intentionally increased a lot, which makes the high-position press in the frontcourt extremely threatening.

Coupled with Yi Le's midfielder's ability to hold the ball, the ball is at the feet of Barcelona players most of the time, and around Yi Le, Barcelona's offensive wave after wave continues.

In this game, although Barcelona gave up the ball, they showed good discipline. Their teamwork made the fans and commentators shine.

However, hidden dangers also exist.

Barcelona has been defending for nearly 5 minutes, but there is no intention of counterattacking.

The ball has always been under the control of the Real Madrid players.

As the saying goes, if you keep it for a long time, you will lose it.

All eyes were on Yi Le. Real Madrid players, fans, reporters and commentators all knew that Yi Le must find an opportunity for the first counterattack.

The question is, who will Yi Le give the ball to.

Yi Le is very patient. He does not hesitate to run and support his teammates well.

Although a stable defense has hidden dangers, it will also give Real Madrid a certain amount of offensive pressure.

Just like now, Real Madrid's midfield has advanced further, and the defense has also come to the middle circle.

Yi Le understood that the opportunity for them to fight back had come.

The ball was at Bell's feet. This time, Bell learned to be smart, and he took the initiative to ask for the ball when Yi Le left the defensive area.

He had some lingering fears about Yi Le's collision. This guy didn't look that strong, but after the real confrontation, he realized how strong Yi Le's body really is.

It is said that Modric is cheating, but Bell feels that Yi Le is more suitable for this title.

After Bell received the ball, he immediately turned around and started running along the sidewalk.

Bell's speed is very fast. Unlike the Premier League period, Bell's technical ability has also increased a lot.

As one of the famous fast horses in football, Bale ran wildly on the wing, and the Barcelona players were on the verge of a formidable enemy.

Semedo lowered his center of gravity and stared at the ball, not daring to be careless.

Semedo's defensive ability is good, and he also has a certain offensive ability, but after Yi Le's arrival, the ball is concentrated to Yi Le to handle, but sometimes, Yi Le will also direct the full back to play the ball.

Now Semedo's idea is very simple, steal the ball, and then hand the ball to Yi Le.

Yi Le also took the initiative to return to the defense, and a large number of Barcelona players and Real Madrid players crowded in the penalty area.

From this attack, it is obvious that the anxious mentality of the Real Madrid players can be felt. Seeing that the time is moving towards 80 minutes, they do not have a good chance to attack.

Even if you want to get into the restricted area, it is very difficult.

Originally, they didn't care about Barcelona's defense, but after continuing to attack for so long and they couldn't find a chance to score, the Real Madrid players began to worry.

"Real Madrid's aggressive attack is a desperate attempt to destroy the confidence of Barcelona's defense at once."

"Barcelona is also actively returning to defense, and the two sides are constantly colliding in the penalty area."

He Wei and Zhang Lu's loud commentary drove the passion of the game.

And the fans didn't blink their eyes, they didn't want to miss any details.

Bell slowed down on the wing. He wanted to break through Semedo or send the ball to the center.

However, Semedo will not let him get past himself so easily.

The two wrestled on the wing, and other players competed for a good position in the penalty area.

At this time, Bell suddenly made an attack and accelerated towards the outside line.

Semedo reacted a bit slower, but quickly caught up, blocking the space for Bell to kick.

Bell is very annoying. Semedo's constant entanglement makes him feel very depressed, especially other Barcelona players have begun to retreat. If he continues to entangle with Semedo like this, he will definitely lose the ball.

Thinking of this, Bell decided to take a gamble.

Bale stopped suddenly, glanced at the midfielder, and then made a gesture to pass back.

This is to let Semedo let his guard down.

But he found that Semedo's center has not changed at all.

Bell cursed inwardly, since he can't be fooled, then he will force you.

I saw Bell suddenly dial the ball to the right, making a gesture of forcibly cutting in. Seeing Semedo moving to the right, he buckled his right foot, but the movement was not smooth, and the transfer of the center of gravity was also very slow.

At this point, Semedo was stronger, and saw his right foot hanging in the air, and suddenly barreled forward.

The ball slipped past Bell's block, while Semedo stepped on the ground with his left foot, his calf tensed, and suddenly started, passing Bell from the side, completing the interception,

"Semedo!! Beautiful defense!! Semedo looks up, he is looking for Yi, but Yi should still be in the penalty area now"

Comans looked towards the restricted area, but couldn't find Yi Le's figure, and was a little stunned.

At this moment, he saw Yi Le running wildly in front of the restricted area.

"Yi!! He has already run out of the restricted area, out of the siege of the large army, and completed the necessary conditions for the counterattack point."

"Semedo passes the ball and Yi catches it!!!"

Comans jumped up suddenly, roaring loudly.

He knew that the opportunity to fight back had come!

All eyes are on Yi Le, and they are all looking forward to how Yi Le will handle the ball.

Ramos' expression also changed dramatically, while shouting 'defense'.

While standing close to the left, in his mind, Messi must be the point of counterattack.

Under everyone's gaze, Yi Le didn't choose to stop the ball, but swung his right foot and slammed the ball hard.

The direction of the ball's flight is exactly the opposite direction that Ramos ran over.

And there, the 17-year-old Fati drove at full speed like an F1 racing car.

Fati is fast.

When he started one step later and overtook Marcelo Di directly with speed, it formed a strong visual effect.

Wow! ! ! ! ! ! !

The Barcelona fans were in an uproar. They didn't expect this 17-year-old teenager to be so fast.

Previously, they had never discovered that this little guy had such a fast speed.

There is nothing more shocking than this to eat Marcelo directly by speed.

Fati is running crazily, and his speed is getting faster and faster. From overtaking to now, he has pulled Marcelo down by one position.

Fati's arms swing and the frequency of his feet are very fast.

His face was flushed, and he knew that his chance had come.

I don't know why, but what came to my mind at this time was a passage from my father.

"Ansuman, your weapon has never been technology. You have your own unique way of attack. Don't try to imitate anyone. What you have to do is to be yourself and give full play to your strengths."

"Poor technology, weak body, and weak passing ability, but you are still on the big stage of the Nou Camp."

"Ansuman, don't be swayed by these public opinions, stick to your heart and tell everyone with your own actions that you are worthy of this stage!"

Fati's eyes were firm, and he was roaring in his heart.

accelerate! !

accelerate! !accelerate! !

In his field of vision, he passed Marcelo and ran him far behind.

There was an endless empty field in front of him, and a piercing voice in the air told him what he should do next.

"Single sword!!!!!!!!!"

"God!! His speed is too fast!! This is crazy! Fati ignited the passion of Camp Nou with the speed of the wind!!"

In the auditorium, the Barcelona fans cheered wildly.

Amidst the cheers, Fati entered the penalty area and calmly pushed the shot when the Real Madrid goalkeeper attacked.

The ball drilled into the lower left corner and crashed into the net.

Swish! ! ! ! !

The Nou Camp was boiling.

And the center of the boiling is the 17-year-old teenager.

He pointed his index fingers at the auditorium, and in that direction a middle-aged man shed tears of excitement.

Fathi smiled brightly as he looked at his father and made mouth movements.

"I did it!"

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