"Lesebier tried their best to defend, but they still couldn't stop the infiltration of Paris."

The camera focuses on Van Gahlleghen and sees his frustrated, dazed expression.

Mitches couldn't help but say: "Van Gaalleghen is very disappointed, after all, this goal showed Yi's dominance in midfield, this is a strong individual ability, in the first meeting, Van Gaalleghen suffered a huge setback in confidence!" ”

Henry nodded: "But it's not all bad, when you know how strong your opponent is, as long as he can bounce back together, it will benefit him a lot, it's a process of growth." ”

In the stadium, the fans in Paris were also extremely excited.

They didn't expect the goal to be so quick and the first goal was scored just eight minutes into the game.

They felt that the first championship of the season was beckoning to them, and they couldn't help but cheer harder.

......

PSG's players retreated.

Lesebier's players looked at each other, and although they imagined it would be a tough match, they didn't expect it to be crushed.

Lesebier reached the final of the French Cup, they did not play against a strong team, but compared to Paris Saint-Germain they were completely different.

This feeling is a dimensional gap.

The French team is the French team!

But Paris Saint-Germain have broken through this shackle, and they are the level of the European giants!

De Kell got up from the ground, spat out the grass clippings in his mouth, and grinned, "This is the attack of Paris!" ”

Fofana nodded solemnly and said: "The top midfield configuration in Europe, this is qualitatively different from the teams we have met before!" ”

"That Chinese is not a person!"

Flochon pursed his lips, they couldn't stop Yi Le's pass at all, and they couldn't even guess Yi Le's ball path.

"And Neymar, his breakthrough can't be limited!"

"Mbappe is too fast, I can't keep up!"

"It's easier to defend Cavani in comparison!"

The incessant complaints of the crowd made Van Gaallechen's mood more and more depressed...

"Get one!!"

I don't know who it was, but a sudden suggestion made Van Gaallechen look up sharply.

I saw that there was no frustration in everyone's expressions, but they were eager to try.

Yelman said excitedly: "This is the Stade de France, and the opposite side is Paris Saint-Germain!" Guys, we only need to score one goal to blow up the whole stadium and get the damn goal in Paris! ”

Flochon laughed and said, "I've wanted to do this for a long time!" ”

"Get one! Let them taste the power of Lesebier! ”

"Don't play with their rhythm, we have to play our own rhythm."

"Van Gaerlechen, Yi will be handed over to you!"

"Dude, go up and him!"

"Don't be afraid! The barefoot one is not afraid to wear shoes, you need to beat him once and you will be famous! ”

"We'll give you all your back, him!"

Van Gaallechen looked at his teammates stunned, and Yerman walked over and patted him on the shoulder and smiled; "Man, you won't get anything by defeating Yi, but you only need to defeat Yi once and you will gain fame! Now it's time to give it a go, him! ”

"him!!"

Under the constant instigation of everyone, Van Gaalleheng also felt a heat in his chest.

Defeat Yile!

What a tempting thing!

Van Gahlleghen turned his head to look at the black-haired young man opposite, his eyes full of heat.

It only takes one time, beat him once, and you can make a name for yourself in Europe.

Yile, on the other hand, didn't know that he was about to be targeted.

He will be the experience baby of the Leisebie player to give Van Gaalle a copy of the copy, and he can also be said to be the boss.

......

The game restarted with Lesebier kicking off and Yerman passing the ball to Van Gahlleghen.

Van Gaallegen continued to pass back, but he didn't take the initiative this time and he knew there was a gap in midfield.

As soon as they distanced themselves, Yile would take over the midfield and cut off the connection between Lesebier's midfield and back.

As a result, they are more likely to wander around the centre circle, forming a tight team of eight with the back.

In this way, their tradition is quite good.

The pressing of Neymar and others did not have any effect.

Yi Le was also in a state of observation, he looked at the other side in surprise, and I have to say that this decision was very correct.

Relying on positional warfare to advance slowly, this was Lesebier's only chance.

In this way, the two sides actually played well.

Lessebier increased the focus of the defence, and the midfielders were involved in attack and defence, and although the burden was great, the effect was also obvious.

And with this kind of physical play, they actually played really well.

The confrontation between the two sides was also dazzling.

Lesebirje's ability to reach the French Cup final was not just due to luck, they also had quality.

Moreover, Yile was targeted.

The three-man blockade forced Yi Le to return or restrict his path, which led to a sluggish attack in Paris.

But Lesebier's condition is not too good either.

The midfield is extremely burdened, and the massive amount of running makes them physically depleted, which is a slow suicidal tactic.

As good as it may seem, it doesn't last long.

Yi Le also had a strange face, he didn't know why the other party chose this tactic.

A full 20 minutes of attack.

Leselbier frantically penetrated into the big penalty area of Paris, and Paris also spared no effort to attack.

The fans in the stands watched it very well.

This kind of offensive war stimulates their adrenal hormone secretion.

Shouts, cheers, applause mix and match.

They were happy with the performance in Paris.

But Lesebier's performance surprised them.

Against Paris Saint-Germain, they did not choose to retreat, but attacked.

Their aggressive, frantic tactical play has won the praise of the fans.

After Van Gaallechen's long-range attempt, there was loud applause.

In addition to the Lesebier fans, the Paris Saint-Germain fans also applauded.

Van Gaerlegen played awkwardly, yes, but against Yi Le, he was still able to play a few waves of good attacking rhythm, which deserves to be recognized.

But effort is effort, it's not strength.

In terms of hard power, PSG still has an overwhelming advantage.

In the 42nd minute, Buffon served quickly and found Yile directly.

Yi Le ran wildly with the ball, practiced two passes to Neymar, Neymar cut inside and crossed the ball low.

Mbappe relied on his speed to get forward quickly and tackle another goal.

PSG showed a textbook counter-attack.

In just 15 seconds, they leveled the opposition defence and scored a brilliant goal.

This made the on-site commentators and reporters sigh that this is the desperate thing about Paris.

Their offensive efficiency is too high.

The trident of two super-strong cores and Mbappe swept the field.

Their trident has crippled Bayern's backline.

And Lesebier was helpless in the face of such an attack.