Chapter Eighty-Six: Buckle on Your Head!
The game went into the 80th minute, and although there were not many goals, the game was fast-paced.
Due to Tottenham's wide range of running, which led the Parisian players to sweep the whole game, so by the 80th minute, two players of Paris Saint-Germain had cramps.
Verratti, Di Maria.
Verratti's defensive range was wide, causing inevitable physical exertion, especially under Tottenham's wide-ranging running tactics, Verratti suffered from physical exhaustion on 70 minutes and held on until the 80th minute, cramping during a scramble.
Di Maria had the same problem, with frequent wide breakaways taking his stamina and falling to the ground after Verratti fell.
Two of the Parisian players suffered from cramps, which made the head coach Unai. Emery had a terrible headache.
In the end, Pastore replaced Verratti and Lucas. Moura replaces Di Maria.
Both are attacking players, with Paris coach Unai Brown. Unai Emery clearly didn't want to end the game like this.
It's their home turf.
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Tottenham also made a substitution.
Son Heung-min, who was actively running throughout the game, was replaced, and it was Torres, who had not played for a long time, who replaced him.
Villas-Boas then brought on Higuain for Elkeson.
The last substitution was not used in case of emergency.
After Elkeson came on the court, he had a brief exchange with Yi Le, only to see Yi Le and Eric. Dell's position is reversed, appearing in the position of the lower back.
Seeing this scene, Zhan Jun's eyes couldn't help but light up, and said: "Yi Le came to the position of the back midfield, which means that Tottenham's organization has retreated, and Yi Le has taught everyone how to activate Torres, and the frontcourt players can't squeeze Torres' activity space, so the next rhythm should be a little slowdown." ”
"It's a good choice to replace Torres at this stage, Villas-Boas is very smart, he needs Torres to be a single arrow on the opponent's backline, and the midfielder can retreat, so that they can both defend and attack, and they can also reverse their feet if they are not good, after all, in terms of the situation, Tottenham have the advantage!"
Huang Jianxiang also nodded and commented: "And the physical energy of the Paris back line has been almost depleted, which is also good news for Torres." ”
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Torres looked extremely excited when he came on the pitch.
It was his long-awaited Champions League game, and despite coming off the bench for 80 minutes, he cherished the opportunity.
Torres is now close to retirement, and he knows that his fitness will not allow him to compete for a starting spot, and he no longer has the idea of doing so.
He just wants to stay in the ring a little longer and try the thrill of lifting trophies again before retiring.
Paris full-back Meunier looked at Torres with a solemn expression.
This golden boy who had a crazy performance in the 09-10 season!
At that time, when Meunier was racing in Belgium, he had seen the horror of Torres at the peak.
That insane goal-scoring efficiency almost ruined his career.
He was kicked by Torres with no confidence.
Now that time has passed, the former golden boy is no longer a goal-scorer, but Torres is still a huge threat in Meunier's heart.
Meunier wiped the corners of his mouth and said solemnly to Kimpembe, who was on the side: "Take care of Torres." ”
"The old guy?" Kimpembe looked surprised, and then smiled: "Don't worry, he's old." ”
Meunier pursed his lips, still entrusting; "Don't be careless!"
Kimpembe's casual perfunctory remarks were obviously not very attentive, and he felt that an old guy like Torres had to find a small club to retire from, rather than fight in the Champions League.
The game restarted and Tottenham fell to the ground in midfield as soon as they won possession.
Yi Le stood in his own half, which made the PSG players anxious, they are now behind, and if it drags on like this, it will not be good news for them.
Neymar, Cavani and other strikers began to press up front, but they were not very efficient.
Tottenham's midfield also dropped back, forcing PSG to commit more.
The Parisian midfielders are also starting to move, and they understand that it will be detrimental to PSG if they drag on like this, so they decided to take the initiative.
Although they knew it was a trap laid by Tottenham, time was running out and they had to bite the bullet and infiltrate.
Seeing that PSG's midfield began to press forward, Torres came to the Paris backline to wait for the start.
He believes in his teammates.
In previous games, as long as he ran in place, the ball would definitely pass.
Two minutes later, Torres saw the gap on the left side and at the same time, he saw Yile taking the initiative.
It was as if it were a signal that Torres turned and sprinted as he got up.
Kimpembe also quickly posted it.
The two collided all the way, Torres gritted his teeth and sprinted, while Kimpembe kept squeezing Torres.
At the point where the ball landed, Torres had just stood on his feet when Kimpembe slammed into him and knocked Torres to the ground.
Beep!!!!
Kimpembe hurriedly raised his hands to signal that this was a reasonable collision.
The referee didn't give a card, only a free-kick in front.
Torres thumped the ground with some hatred, and Kimpembe walked over with a smile and stretched out his hand.
Torres glanced at the other party, smiled the same, and held out his hand.
Just as Torres reached out to grab his hand, Kimpembe quickly withdrew his hand, causing Torres to sit down again.
At this point, Torres was a little angry, this guy was humiliating himself.
Despite his anger, Torres endured, knowing that now was not the time for conflict.
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Tottenham took a free kick in front, and Yi Le and Elkeson stood at the penalty spot.
The two discussed it and decided that Elkeson would take the penalty.
Yi Le ran out first, tricking people into jumping off the wall, but the other party was indifferent and waited for Elkeson to get up and jump.
The ball hit the wall and bounced back to N'Golo Kante, who headed straight down the right.
Yile rushed towards the bottom line.
And in the big penalty area, Torres, Dele. Ali also killed and prepared to fight for the top.
Yile was soon tangled up by Meunier, but Yile did not intend to enter the penalty area, and his task was to cross.
Relying on two changes of direction, Yi Le was more than half a position, and he had a chance to get up.
Yi Le didn't hesitate to cross with his feet, but in the flash of lightning, Meunier lightly bumped into Yi Le, which caused his center of gravity to shift and miss the spot.
Yile secretly said badly!
The football flies a little high....
In the penalty area, three Parisian defenders, as well as Torres and Ali, rushed over.
They looked at the trajectory of the ball and felt that there was no need for the ball to defend.
Jin Pengbei also subconsciously slowed down, and in the next second, a figure whizzed past him.
Torres was running to the back post.
Kimpembe was shocked and hurriedly followed.
The two ran to the back post and jumped at the same time, with Kimpembe trying more to interfere with Torres.
After he jumped, he raised his elbow to press down Torres.
But in the next second, he felt stunned.
He has jumped to the top, but Torres is still rising.
He looked up slowly.
He saw Torres' domineering header hit the goal above his head!
"Yi is rushing to the bottom line, Meunier stepped forward to interfere and change direction! Change direction! Yi Chuanzhong... Wow, the ball was interfered with by Meunier and the cross was a little high. ”
"But Torres didn't give up, he was chasing the back point, Torres jumped!!"
"God!!! ——”
"Torres flew!! ——“
"Header bombing!"
Lawrence picked up the microphone and roared with excitement on his face: "Goooooooooaa!! ”
"Torres! Torres! Kill this game! ”
"God! He jumped too high! He soars through the sky! ”
"A domineering header on goal, he cut the end of the game!"
"87 minutes, Tottenham 2:0 Paris Saint-Germain, the game is over!! ——”
The entire Parc des Princes stadium was also in an uproar.
Yi Le was also dumbfounded, he watched Torres jump at the same time as Meunier, but Torres was half a body taller than the latter!
This Nima....
Pound on your head?!!
After Torres' domineering header, the two hit the ground.
Kimpemby fell to the ground, his face glazed over to Torres...
Torres looked down at Kimpembe, startling the guy out of his mind, before turning to celebrate.
Tottenham's players were thrilled to win this game and play at home next one, giving them a few more chances of qualifying.
On the other hand, the players of Paris Saint-Germain covered their heads with painful expressions.
They lost on their home turf!
It feels so bad!
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