Chapter 195: My Weapon
'Barcelona did a good job of helping to defend, they squeezed Real Madrid's passing space, and from my point of view, everyone was running aggressively, no one was lazy.
Comans said with a look of joy on his face.
Who would dare to say that this is an aging team, since the beginning of this season, Barcelona's running distance has deliberately increased a lot, which makes the high pressing in the front court also very threatening.
Coupled with the ability to hold the ball in the midfield, the ball is at the feet of the Barcelona players most of the time, and around Yile, Barcelona's offensive wave after wave continues.
In this game, Barcelona gave up possession, but they showed good discipline, and their teamwork impressed the fans and commentators.
However, there are hidden dangers.
Barcelona have been in the air for almost five minutes but have not shown any intention of counter-attacking.
The ball was under the control of the Real Madrid players all the time.
As the saying goes, if you keep it for a long time, you will lose.
All eyes were on Yi Le, Real Madrid players, fans, reporters and commentators, they all knew that the first counterattack must be Yi Le looking for opportunities.
The question is who Yile will give the ball to.
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Yi Le is very patient, he does not hesitate to run physically, and he supports his teammates very well.
A solid defence, despite its pitfalls, will also put Real Madrid under some attacking pressure.
Just like now, Real Madrid's midfield has advanced further, and the backline has also come to the center circle.
Yi Le understood that the opportunity for them to fight back had come.
The ball was at Bale's feet, and this time, Bale was clever enough to ask for the ball when he left the defensive zone.
He was a little apprehensive about Yi Le's collision, this guy didn't look so strong, but after the real confrontation, he understood how strong Yi Le's body was.
It is said that Modric is a face liar, but Bale feels that Yile is more in line with this title.
After receiving the ball, Bale immediately turned around and started running along the wing.
Bale's speed is very fast, and unlike in the Premier League, Bale's technical ability has also increased a lot.
As one of the famous fast horses in football, Bale ran wild on the flank, and the Barcelona players were like big enemies.
Semedo lowered his center of gravity and kept his eyes on the ball, not daring to be careless.
Semedo has a good defensive ability and also has a certain offensive ability, but after Yi Le's arrival, the ball is concentrated in Yi Le's handling, but sometimes, Yi Le will also direct the full-backs to play the ball.
Now Semedo's idea is simple, break the ball and then hand it to Yile.
Yile also took the initiative to return to defense, and a large number of Barcelona players and Real Madrid players crowded into the big penalty area.
From this attack, it is clear that the mentality of the Real Madrid players is anxious, and they do not have too good attacking opportunities as the clock moves towards the 80th minute.
It's hard to even break into the big no-go zone.
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 panic.
"Real Madrid are attacking in a big way, this is to make a desperate bet and blow the confidence of Barcelona's defense at one time."
"Barcelona's side is also actively defending, and the two sides are constantly colliding in the big penalty area."
He Wei and Zhang Lu's loud explanations drove the passion of the game.
And the fans are also unblinking, they don't want to miss a single detail.
Bale slows down on the flanks and he's going to break through Semedo or send the ball down the middle.
It's just that Semedo won't let him pass himself so easily.
The two wrestled on the flanks, with other players battling for positions in the penalty area.
At this time, Bell suddenly made a mistake and suddenly accelerated towards the outside line.
Semedo was a beat slower, but quickly chased after him, blocking the space for Bell to get up.
Bale is very annoyed, Semedo's constant entanglement makes him feel very depressed, especially since the other Barcelona players have begun to retreat, if he continues to entangle Semedo like this, he will definitely lose the ball.
Thinking of this, Bell plans to take a gamble.
Bale stopped suddenly, looked at the midfield, and then made a gesture to return the pass.
This is to make Semedo let his guard down.
But he found that Semedo's center of gravity still did not change in the slightest.
Bell scolded in his heart, since he can't be deceived, then he will force you.
I saw Bale suddenly pull the ball to the right, making a gesture to force inward, seeing Semedo move to the right, he buckled with his right foot, but the movement was not smooth, and the center of gravity shifted very slowly.
At this point, Semedo was a little stronger, only to see his dangling right foot, suddenly forward a bucket.
The ball slipped past Bale, and Semedo stepped on the ground with his left foot, his calf tense and forced, and suddenly started, passing Bell from the side to complete the break.
"Semedo!! Nice defense!! Semedo looked up, he was looking for Yi, but Yi should still be in the big forbidden area now..."
Comans looked towards the big forbidden area, but couldn't find Yi Le's figure, and was a little stunned.
At this time, he saw Yile running out in front of the big forbidden area.
"Easy!! He had already run out of the big forbidden area, got out of the siege of the large army, and completed the necessary conditions for the counterattack point. ”
"Semedo passes the ball and receives it easily!!!"
Comans jumped to his feet and roared loudly.
He knew his chance to fight back!
Everyone's eyes are on Yi Le, and they are all looking forward to how Yi Le will handle this ball.
Ramos' expression also changed dramatically, shouting 'defend'.
Standing close to the left side, in his mind, the counterattack point must be Messi.
Under everyone's gaze, Yi Le did not choose to stop the ball, but picked up his right foot and pumped the ball hard.
The ball flew in the opposite direction of Ramos' run.
There, the 17-year-old Fati was at full speed, like an Formula 1 car.
Fati was fast.
When he started one step late, he used his speed to directly overtake Marcelodi, which formed a strong visual effect.
Wow!!!!!!!
The Barcelona fans in the stadium were in an uproar, they didn't expect this 17-year-old to be so fast.
Previously, they had never noticed that this little guy had such a fast speed.
Eating Marcelo directly with speed, there is nothing more shocking than this.
Fati was running wildly, his speed getting faster and faster, and from overtaking to now, he had pulled down Marcelo by a position.
Fati's arms swing and his feet are fast.
His face was flushed, and he knew his chance had come.
I don't know why, but what comes to mind at this time is a passage from my father.
"Ansuman, your weapon is never a technique, you have your own unique way of attacking, don't think about imitating anyone, what you have to do is to be yourself and play your own strengths."
"The technique is not good, the body is weak, the passing ability is not strong, but you are still on the big stage at the Camp Nou."
"Ansuman, don't be swayed by these public opinions, uphold your heart, and tell everyone with your own practical actions that you are worthy of this stage!"
Fati's eyes were determined, and he was roaring inwardly.
Hasten!!
Hasten!! Hasten!!
In his field of vision, he overtook Marcelo and then ran him far behind him.
In front of him was an endless void, and a sound in the air told him what to do next.
"Single-edged !!!!!!!!"
"God!! He's too fast!! This is crazy! Fati ignited the passion at Camp Nou with the speed of the wind!! ”
In the audience, the Barcelona fans cheered wildly.
In the midst of the cheers, Fati entered the penalty area and calmly pushed the shot when the Real Madrid goalkeeper attacked.
The ball drilled into the bottom left corner and went into the net.
Swish!!!!!
The Camp Nou was boiling.
And the center of the boiling is the 17-year-old youngster.
He pointed his index finger to the audience, and in that direction a middle-aged man shed tears of excitement.
Fati smiled brightly, and he looked at his father and lip shaped.
"I did it!"