September 29, the eighth round of Ligue 1.

Paris Saint-Germain away to Nice.

Yi Le went with the team, but there was no accident, Yi Le was still on the bench all over the field.

He was almost a little impatient, and in his opinion, he was almost recovered, but Boas still had no intention of sending himself on the field.

Yi Le also expressed his desire to play, but it did not succeed, and Boas seemed to be deliberately suppressing himself.

Yile didn't know what the other party was planning.

The match continued, Paris had a big advantage and, despite not scoring, from the situation on the field, Nice was already at the end of the crossbow.

Boas crouched on the sideline, his expression a little unnatural, and he always felt a pair of eyes with strong resentment looking at him.

"Michelle!"

Boas shouted, and assistant coach Michelle hurriedly ran over.

"What's wrong?"

"Ahem..."Boas coughed dryly and whispered, "Yi is looking at me?" ”

Michelle turned his head to look at it, and couldn't help but smile dumbly: "To be precise, he is glaring at you!" ”

"This guy...."Boas shook his head helplessly, he changed his position, but kept his back to Yile.

Michelle couldn't help but laugh when she looked at it, and asked suspiciously: "Actually, Yi's injury has recovered very well, why don't you let him play?" ”

"To ensure his condition!"

In this regard, Michelle reflected on Yile's performance in the training match and said: "He is in good shape! ”

"No!" Boas shook his head and said: "I haven't met my expectations yet, suppressing Yi now, this is to keep him hungry for the game, how eager he is to play now, then more points of accumulation of fighting spirit, a little bit of accumulation, waiting for him to play will completely explode!" “

"Man, Paris needs a big win to boost morale."

Michelle frowned and said, "Then aren't you afraid to hold him out of illness?" ”

"No, it won't!" Boas smiled confidently.

......

On the other side, Yi Le couldn't sit still.

He stared at Boas's back, shaking his legs on tiptoe, a strong desire to play.

And with Boas's suppression, he shook his legs more and more frequently.

The new players on the side didn't dare to talk to Yi Le, and Yi Le looked super fierce at this time, and even the head coach dared to stare at him.

They promised that if they stared at Boas like this, they would definitely be taught a terrible lesson.

But Yile didn't need to worry about this, and even Boas began to deliberately avoid Yile and avoid talking to him head-on.

For this, they can only say that in Paris, Yile has this treatment, and no one else can do it.

After sitting for a long time, Yi Le suddenly got up and walked out of the bench, he didn't warm up, but just in the stands, he could see his angle and began to twist his waist.

Seeing this scene, Boas couldn't help but twitch out of the corner of his eye.

This guy is here again!

The appearance of Yile caused huge cheers and shouts from the Parisian fans.

Thousands of Parisian fans on the road shouted the name of Yile again.

This is not the first time that Yile has made such a move.

The first and second times may be understandable, but the more often they do, the Parisian fans wonder that they are not the kind of person who likes to be in the limelight.

But soon they figured it out.

Boas didn't let Yile play, Yile was making a little tantrum and wanted to rely on the cheers of the fans to put pressure on Boas.

In this regard, the Parisian fans are naturally happy to see it, and they are looking forward to Yile playing more than anyone else.

On both sides, Lang is affectionate, and the concubine is intentional, and they hit it off.

In the cheers of the audience, Boas was caught in the middle, and his face was as ugly as constipation.

Yi Le stood behind Boas, twisting his waist for a while, pressing his legs for a while, and even doing a somersault when he was fine.

The Parisian fans were laughing and lying down, as if to say, 'Look at me, look at me, look back at me!' ’

Their cheers were louder in response to Yile.

On the other hand, Boas had a stiff face and a deaf posture, but he was scolding in his heart.

Lao Tzu looks back at you, count me as losing!

......

The game was over, and Yi Le still didn't get a chance to play.

He looked depressed, his shoulders collapsed, and he looked weak.

Boas, on the other hand, held his head high like a winning rooster.

The corners of the eyes of the Parisian players twitched, and they did not dare to participate in the struggle between their star players and the manager, and whoever participated in it was unlucky.

Yile is special, and this can't help but apply to the fans' feelings for Yile, and the same status within the team.

Paris won again and, despite not having that dominance, finally climbed to third place in the Ligue 1 table.

And the performance of Paris during this period also gave fans a sigh of relief.

It's just that they are still more looking forward to when Yile will be able to play.

Boas didn't see Yile this time.

In order to play, during this time, Yi Le can be described as a demon to make the sky, and he dares to guarantee that now when he tells Yi Le to play in the next game, Yi Le will definitely be able to jump.

Of course, after this game, Boas can't be pressed against Yile.

Under such pressure, Yi Le can definitely hold back his illness, and the club has begun to put pressure on him.

Paris' recent results have been good, but Yile's absence from the field still does not guarantee the highest level of combat effectiveness.

Therefore, getting Yile back as soon as possible is the main task at this stage.

It's just that Boas didn't have the idea of telling Yi Le now, he was annoyed by Yi Le during this time, which was a small revenge, and let him hold back for a while.

Yi Le's sluggish state did not last long, and the next day of training, this guy was alive again.

In this regard, Boas sneered, and he knew that this goods were pretended.

After the basic training in the morning, the tactical session proceeds directly.

"The next game is the second round of the Champions League group stage against Napoli, and we will field the strongest squad in this game!"

Hearing this, everyone's hearts were overwhelmed, and Yi Le also looked at Boas expectantly.

Boas smiled, looked at Yi Le, and said: "Napoli's three midfielders, Ruiz, Hamsik, and Alan are not easy to deal with, can you suppress Yi?" ”

Yi Le didn't think about it and said, "I can!" ”

It's not just suppression, Yile feels like he can kick them.

The long period of repression made Yile have an explosive desire to compete.

No matter who the opponent is in the first game, Yile will give the opponent a taste of despair!

"Good!" Boas said: "In the next game, continue to play the same way last season, Neymar and Yi's dual-core system!" ”

Neymar said excitedly: "Don't worry, sir! ”

After speaking, he turned to Yi Le and said, "Yi, in the next game, who will we hammer first?!" ”

As soon as Yi Le was about to speak, Boas began to roar.

"You two, if you dare to hammer people, Lao Tzu will replace you!"

For these two mallets, Boas is really a headache, Paris can't stand the toss, if you are banning, just play it!

Yi Le and Neymar subconsciously shrank their necks and didn't dare to make a sound anymore.

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