Liverpool's attacking and defensive transitions are fast.

This is where the Paris rush is made, and they are good at long passes, and the ball flies much faster than a man running on two legs.

Although Yi Le and others were sprinting back, they still couldn't catch up with the ball.

The ball flew diagonally and to Mane's feet.

Sadio Mane was solid on the ball and the focus was on Salah's side on the right wing, so Mane had a chance to burst into the box.

But before that, he needs to get past Alves.

Sadio Mane has been a good passer, and he has a role at Liverpool as well, and he needs to use his individual qualities to get past Alves and create chances for the team.

Mane slid forward, and Alves crouched slightly, his eyes cautious.

Mane's attitude is clear.

Singled out!

Alves could naturally wait for the support of his teammates, but at this moment, he still chose to accept the challenge of the other party.

Alves stepped out and walked straight in front of Mane.

Come on!

Seeing this scene, Mane looked overjoyed, and his body began to shake from side to side, with a lot of amplitude and great confusion.

But Alves was unmoved.

Mane was not in a hurry, still pulling towards the baseline while watching his team-mates' movements.

At this time, both saw that Firmino and Salah had penetrated into the penalty area.

Mane began to move.

He swayed at his feet, followed by several disguises, and seeing Alves unmoved, Mane suddenly picked up his left foot and made a cross.

This time, Alves was fooled.

Alves lies on his side and blocks.

Mane immediately relented, turned his volley into a pluck, and broke through directly from the right.

"Mane has passed Alves!"

"Now that he doesn't have any defenders in front of him, what is he going to do?"

Sadio Mane's breakthrough thrilled Liverpool fans.

Many people were half-raising their buttocks, looking at this scene expectantly.

The Parisian backline, on the other hand, was completely disorganized.

Yi Le sprinted desperately, but he was still a certain distance away from his own big penalty area.

His mind was full of reinforcements at this time.

He didn't know if it would work.

But he knew he had to go back.

Sprint!

Sprint with all your might!

Yi Le ran forward with his head bored.

Mbappe was originally running in front of Yi Le, but when he saw that there was no more play, he stopped and let Yi Le overtake him.

From Yile's point of view, Mane had already completed the cross.

The ball flew through the air towards Salah's back post.

Yi Le shouted in his heart: Prevent it!!

His speed has gotten faster.

Salah fired a volley and Buffon was in great shape, swinging a one-handed fist away.

Call!!!!

Fans in Paris couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But the next second, they tensed up again.

The angle of the jack was uncontrollable and the ball came to Firmino's feet.

Firmino looked overjoyed and stabbed with his right foot in the confusion.

Suck!!!!!

The Parisian fans fell to the ground again and breathed a sigh of relief.

Thiago. Silva made a sliding tackle to block and again denied Liverpool's shot.

But Lady Luck seemed to be on Liverpool's side and the ball flew back to Mane's feet.

At this point, Thiago and Buffon fell to the ground, Alves was behind Mane, and Marquinhos and Kurzava were on the right flank.

Mane was faced with an empty door.

Mane was extremely stretched, rubbing under the ball lightly.

Shoot!

Time seems to slow down.

Thiago. Silva stared at the ball above him.

His fingers moved.

A crazy roar in the heart.

Move it!!

Get me moving!!

Thiago. Silva couldn't get to his feet and the ball flew over him and towards goal.

Finished!!

The Parisian fans had a bitter look on their faces, and the goal could not be reversed.

In despair, a voice of surprise suddenly came.

"Look! What is that? ”

I don't know who was the first to shout, when the Parisian fans looked at it.

A dark blue figure leaped out from Thiago's side, and under the spotlight, the 21st back number seemed to be dyed with a halo.

Boom!!

With a flick of the head, the ball is pushed off the baseline.

Late defense, but he wasn't late!

At the most critical moment, Yile once again became the savior of Paris!

"Easy !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ——”

The French commentary room was filled with the hysterical shouts of Mitches and old Monet.

"He pushed the ball off the line, he saved PSG again!"

"God, why is he here, I remember he should be in the front."

Slow-motion replays gave them an explanation.

At the moment of Alexander-Arnold's pass, Yile and Mbappe have already begun to sprint back to help.

It's just that Mbappe stopped, and Yile didn't.

The return of more than 70 meters created this shocking relief.

"He didn't give up, he never gave up! Look at what he did, the return of reinforcements across more than 70 meters, everyone gave up, but Yi did not give up. ”

"He is stubborn and persistent in returning to the back, even if there is only one percent of the possibility of defense left, but he still has to seize this one percent opportunity!"

"This is a player who doesn't know how to give up!"

"How can we not love such an easy?"

"He's amazing, he deserves to be called king!"

"He used his performance to tell us that opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared and don't know how to give up!"

"He... He..."

The old Monet's voice was a little choked, he had seen many games, a lot of exciting goals.

But not once did he be so moved.

Paris' defence wasn't pretty, but it was a brilliant clearance from the flaws.

It's a belief that a player doesn't know how to give up.

He saved Paris Birthday Germain.

In the stands on the field, the players in Paris were also roaring.

They don't know what they're shouting.

But they want to vent.

It's not the same as the passion that comes after a goal.

The ups and downs, the twist of hope in a desperate situation, put a tremendous strain on their hearts.

Bi Yalong roared with a fierce face, he kept slapping his chest, roaring in the direction of the arena.

The number 21 tattoo on the back is piping hot.

He loved Yile, he was a loyal fan of Yile, but at the moment, he was almost hopelessly in love with Yile.

An all-out sprint of 70 meters.

After the fierce game in the first half, in the case of serious physical consumption, Yile still chose to come back.

In the camera, his expression is so painful.

Even after the siege was lifted, Yi Le was squatting on the ground, panting violently, the sweat of Bean-sized was left on his forehead, and every breath made his cheeks twitch.

"70 meters of wild running, this is really ....." Zhan Jun was quite moved, he didn't know how to praise Yi Le.

The moment he chose to come back, he was remembered in world football.

There was also a lot of noise in the barrage.

"Yi Le's expression is very painful!"

"After a lot of physical exertion, 70 meters is unbelievable!"

"Although Yi Le's physical fitness is good, he is not an iron man, in this game, he really tried his best, he really wants to win."

"Cry to Lao Tzu!!"

"Mbappe stopped, but Yile was still running, that's why Yile is the boss!"

"The 70-meter run is just for the seemingly impossible clearance, this is really..."

"It's a bit silly, but there's no denying that Yile made the right decision."

"That's what a footballer should have and never give up!"