In the 32nd minute of the first half, Toure made another tackle and Neymar fell to the ground.

Toure scolded angrily: "Bastard, you fake fall! ”

Neymar sneered, but did not defend himself and left directly.

Seeing this, Toure raised his chin proudly, like a victorious rooster.

He won!

Neymar coaxed!

"Now it's only easy to go." Toure smiled at Fabinho on the side.

The two looked over, only to see that Yi Le was also looking at them.

The two sides looked at each other, and Yi Le glared fiercely.

"This little!"

Touredon grinned.

The game restarted, and in the first half, the smell of gunpowder has gradually become stronger.

Toure set his sights on Yi Le, but Yi Le didn't seem to have any intention of controlling the ball, almost always touching the ball, which made Toure unable to find a chance.

But he still persevered by Yile's side.

Suddenly, Cavani's pass was wrong, and Fabinho intercepted the ball and passed it directly into the field.

Toure's eyes lit up, and he began to shove Yile in an attempt to get stuck in position.

But Yile didn't back down in the slightest.

The two constantly confronted each other, jumping and fighting for the top at the same time.

They all jumped at about the same height, and no one could help anyone, so they could only straighten their necks as much as possible.

It's just that Yi Le made another choice, only to see him bend his waist, pull back sharply, and hit the ball with a hard headbutt.

The ball was knocked back into the Monaco half, but Ile's head was still alive and thud on Toure's forehead.

Toure felt his eyes turn white, and he couldn't see anything.

When he came back to his senses, he was already lying on the ground, and Yi Le stood aside and looked down at him.

This guy's forehead was slightly red and swollen, and his eyes were still holding a tear, and he was staring at himself deadly.

Toure touched his aching head and looked at Yile dumbfounded.

This guy is insane!

How can there be such a hammer?

Doesn't he hurt? An iron-headed baby?

......

The whole stadium was also stunned by this scene.

It was the first time that Yile had shown such a strong attitude.

And not much BB with you at all.

It's a slap on the head, who can stand this?

The main material judge chewed and whistled in his mouth.

He glanced at Yi Le's forehead with a strange gaze, and said, "Yi, do you need to spray some medicine?" ”

Yi Le shook his head and said, "I don't need it yet." ”

Neymar looked at Yi Le with some surprise, he had always thought that Yi Le was a shy boy, but he didn't expect it to be so... Just!

Mbappe was also dumbfounded, this is the bully Toure!

But Yi actually taught him to be a man with a hammer.

It's too... Fierce, right?

At this point, his mind was full of... Easy, super fierce!

Moutinho also looked at this scene and shook his head helplessly.

Toure and Yi Le, as everyone knows, Millwall's gang is better at these than Toure, are you really a little sheep?

......

Live commentary. Old Monet was also stunned for a long time, and then he couldn't help laughing.

"Well done! That's what it takes! Fuck it! ”

What a gentleman! What a demeanor! What elegant!

You don't need any of that in football!

If you dare to hit me, then Lao Tzu will push you back1

That's right, Paris lacked this kind of temperament in the past.

Theory?

Scam?

No!

These are the choices of the weak, and the strong must be positive.

At this time, old Monet was called cool in his heart.

Yi taught Toure a good lesson, he told everyone, don't think that he has a good temper and is easy to bully! Toure is a stark example! ”

The fans of Grand Paris came back to their senses and began to clamor wildly!

They began to mock Toure in a big way.

"Idiot, what about your momentum?"

"Soft-footed shrimp that are easy to dry over!!"

"Get up, let Yi Zai you once!"

Toure's face was red and blue, and he was embarrassed.

He didn't expect Yi Le to fight back, and it was directly a head hammer.

Now that I think about it, that guy's head is so hard!

......

The game restarted, and after the clash, the conflict between the two sides actually decreased somewhat.

The beginning of the Grand Paris gradually took control of the situation, and Yile unexpectedly played very ... Bad!

That's right, very fierce!

In frontal confrontation, he never flinched, almost always resisted hard, and even sometimes he could dodge, he did not hide.

And most importantly, Yile fights for the ball.

Especially when there is a high ball passed to Toure, Yile will definitely rush to the top and aim for Toure's head.

So there was a funny scene in the ensuing quarters.

Toure, who was supposed to be a marker, was chased by Yi Leman World for the head, and the two collided five times in the 45 minutes of the first half.

This scared even the hard-nosed Toure.

It's a great mallet!

Are you playing football, or are you looking for me to have a hammer?

He kind of found out, Yi Le is not horizontal at all, this is pure... Stupefied!

Don't be damned!

Toure touched his swollen forehead and looked at Yi Le timidly.

This kind of person is really terrifying!

......

Intermission....

"Shhhhh It hurts, it hurts..."

Paris Saint-Germain's team doctor was administering medicine to Yi Le, surrounded by a crowd of people who looked at Yi Le with both amusement and admiration.

At this time, Yi Le's appearance was very miserable, and his forehead was very swollen, which was the price of the head hammer.

Wound 1,000 enemies and 800 self-inflicted damage!

It's about whose head is more iron!

The team doctor looked at Yi Le with a wry smile and said, "Yi, why are you looking for Toure's head hammer?" ”

Yi Le grinned in pain, glared at his eyes, and said, "Tear... Before... Abdo told me that when I met such people... It hurts, it hurts... When you meet this kind of person, you have to be more ruthless than him, so that you can scare him. ”

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but be stunned.

What is the reason for this?

After the team doctor wiped the medicine, he got up and said speechlessly: "So, you just go to find his head hammer?" ”

Yi Le grinned: "I can't think of any other way to make him afraid of me, and he doesn't have to eat cards!" ”

Awesome!!

The Parisian players gave Yile a thumbs up.

At the same time, there is a new understanding of the ferocity of Yile.

Most people dismissed it as a joke, but one person frowned and thought about it.

Neymar thinks a lot, and he has never been able to get rid of this kind of rough foul, even if he cheats.

But Yile gave him another idea.

Perhaps, you can try it yourself?

Thinking of this, Neymar found Yi Le, looked at the red and swollen grin on his forehead, and asked; "Does it hurt?"

Yi Le nodded honestly and said, "It hurts!" ”

Then, he smiled: "But the other party hurts more." ”

"What if they keep fouling in the second half?"

"Then I'll gavel Toure!"

"What about someone else fouling you?"

"Then I'll gavel Toure!" Yi Leman didn't care and said: "As long as I am afraid of the Touré mallet, others will not dare to trouble me." ”

Tear!!!!!!

Neymar gasped, what kind of logic is this.

This guy... So brutal?

In the Monaco dressing room, Toure suddenly felt a bigger pain in his forehead, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.

......

In the second half, the two sides fought again.

Toure looked at Yile with some confusion, but the latter did not look at him.

"Moutinho passes to Fabinho, Fabinho passes back, Raj finds Toure with a long pass, Toure stands up, oh oh oh! Yi is rushing to Toure! ”

Toure was stuck in position, and he was waiting for the ball to fall, when he suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

He turned his head to look, and his eyes widened.

Yi Le rushed towards him with no relentless progress.

Toure is terrified!

Why do you want to come? Something is wrong, right?

Isn't it just two shovels? So careful, not chasing and killing Lao Tzu?

Next second!

Duang~~~~~~~~~！！！

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