The Parisian players streamed out of the dressing room.

At this time, the Napoli players were already standing in the tunnel of the players, and when they saw the Parisian players and Yile who were gradually walking out on the opposite side, the corners of their eyes twitched subconsciously.

In particular, the pressure on the likes of Napoli midfielder Hamsik is the greatest.

Yi Le is very active, standing in the player tunnel, he began to jump constantly, which can be seen Yi Le's strong desire to play.

The camera is also focused on Yi Le, and he has not moved away, and the protagonist of this game is Yi Le, who has been away from the arena for 3 months.

On the Chinese commentary platform, after Zhan Jun saw Yi Le's figure, he said with a happy face:

"Paris has finally let Yi Le start, it seems that Yi Le is recovering well from his injury!"

Zhang Lu on the side also nodded: "For us, this is a thing worth celebrating, but we can't be too optimistic, although Yi Le returns to the field, no one can guarantee whether his state can be continued, after all, after 3 months of absence, others are better adapted to the rhythm of the game than him." ”

"Yes, but I still think that Yile can overcome these problems, after all... He always has the ability to do the unexpected! ”

Hearing this, Zhang Lu couldn't help but smile.

And there was also a stir in the barrage in the live broadcast room.

"It's coming! Here it comes! After waiting for almost three months, Yile finally debuted! ”

"Wang's cry!!"

"What are you crying about, laugh at Lao Tzu!!"

"I guess there's a bunch of hunk men giggling at the TV right now!"

"Come on!!"

"Naples!!"

"Come on, Paris! Come on!! ”

Yi Le didn't know what was happening in China, and he was engrossed in the game at this time.

Soon, the referee signaled that it was time to enter.

When Yi Le walked out of the arena, the entire Parc des Princes stadium was like a volcano erupting, and the cheers were deafening!

Wow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ——

Yi Le felt that the hairs on his body were standing upside down, goosebumps were violently aroused, and his eyes were a little brighter.

At this time, anyone can see that Yile has a strong desire to compete.

And this desire also affects the rest of his teammates.

Group photo, opponents on both sides shake hands, and choose sides,

At this point, the starting lineups on both sides were played on the screen again.

Paris Saint-Germain (4-2-3-1):

Goalkeeper: Keylor Navas.

Defenders: Meunier, Marquinhos, Thiago. Silva, Bernart.

Midfielders: Neymar, Yile, Mbappe, Kante, Di Maria.

Striker: Edinson Cavani.

Seeing this lineup, Zhan Jun said thoughtfully; "Yi Le and N'Golo Kante play two midfielders, this is a drag organization?"

"It should be such a plan, but to put Neymar in the central midfield position, on the one hand, I want to share some pressure for Yile, and on the other hand, I can let Neymar hide behind Cavani and break through at any time!"

"It seems that Yile's state is not recovering too well." Zhan Jun said with some concern.

If Yi Le's form is well recovered, he should appear directly in the central midfield position, rather than the back-to-back point.

In this game, Boas should want to adapt Yile to the rhythm of the game.

Zhan Jun thought so.

On the other side, Napoli are of the same opinion, and they can't help but be happy when they see that Yile's position is at the back.

Letting an attacking midfielder play in the back is an unconventional operation, and there can only be one problem, that is, Yile's form has fluctuated so badly that the team needs to protect him.

If it were Paris in its heyday, Napoli would have no chance of winning.

But a half-crippled Yile, they felt that there was a play.

On the sidelines, the manager of Napoli was also overjoyed, turning his head to look at the coaching box in Paris.

Villas-Boas sat there with him, which made the Napoli manager snort.

What's it packed in?

And Boas's side also observed the opponent's movements, and saw the expressions of the opposing coach and players, Boas's heart blossomed.

These guys, fooled!

In the battle of wits between the two sides, the referee has pressed the match ball on the center circle, and Paris Saint-Germain will kick off.

Cavani stood in the centre circle, waiting for the tee-off.

With a whistle from the referee, Cavani passed the ball back.

Neymar receives the ball and he passes it directly to N'Golo Kante instead of Yile.

Seeing this, the opposing players also shook their hearts for a while, and then their hearts blossomed.

Paris's actions were exactly what they had guessed.

The ball was inverted between the Parisian players, and Yile sometimes touched the ball, but it was clear that Yile was not dominating the playmaking.

This scene made many people puzzled, and at the same time, they were also worried.

Could it be that Yile's condition is really bad?

If it's in poor form, why let Yile play?

Neither the commentators nor the fans could figure out what Boas wanted to do, so they could only watch quietly.

Yi Le is not obsessed with possession, he is more like a walk, constantly turning his head from side to side to observe, occasionally forward, occasionally backward, trying to attract the attention of the opposing player.

The Napoli players didn't seem to have much interest in Yile, which made Yile run a few steps, and finally scratched his head and turned back.

Hamsik had been watching Yile's every move while he was playing, and he was even happier to see his obvious desire to attract attention.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help shouting: "Don't worry about it, strengthen the pressing in the front court!" ”

Hearing this, the pressing of Napoli players has further increased, and Napoli's midfield has also begun to press forward.

Yi Le glanced lightly at the movement of the opponent's defensive line, and then took a step and moved slowly in the direction of the center circle.

Yile's move attracted a certain amount of attention.

Someone began to remind Hamsik.

But Hamsik's answer was firm.

"Leave him alone!"

Yi Le came all the way to the middle circle unimpeded, which should be his easiest run, but despite this, Yi Le was extremely unwilling to admit defeat.

He was looked down upon.

Yi Le pouted, and when he stepped into the opposition half, the ball also came to Neymar's feet.

Ileden decisively raised his hand to ask for the ball.

When Neymar saw that Yile had finally arrived, he couldn't help grinning and passed the ball straight over.

Neymar's sudden pass startled the Napoli players, and when they saw the object of the pass, their hearts seemed to stop.

Yi Le was standing in his own half of the court, without a single defender beside him.

Swish!

The manager of Napoli stood up suddenly, his eyes widened, and he said secretly: Won't it?

The Parc des Princes stadium erupted in loud cheers.

In the limelight, Yi Le stopped the ball very steadily, his movements were extremely stretched, and then he slammed the ball, and the whole person shot out like an arrow, leaving flying grass clippings on the spot.

"Stop him!!"

Hamsik was horrified, his voice trembling a little.

Alan directly blocked the path of Yile's breakthrough, and his move made Yile's sprint stop slightly, but it was even more fatal in the back.

Yi Le's feet dangled like butterflies on the ball, and Alain was dazzled by the sight.

Just one pedal of a bicycle highlights the beauty of technology to the fullest.

Seeing Yi Le getting closer and closer, he became even more anxious.

"Left!"

Alain made a decision in an instant, and his whole body moved sideways to the left.

After seeing the opponent's movements, Yi Le stepped on the ball with his left foot, and his whole body rotated like a spinning top against Alain, and his right foot was pulled along with the trend.

Marseille Roundabout!!

"Pretty !!"

Yi Le broke through Allan and promoted three defenders in front of him, and a full-back assisted before he could retreat.

On the side of Paris, Yile and Neymar have two dual-core long-distance drives.

In the stands, the Parisian fans kept shouting 'oh oh oh', their faces flushed with excitement, and their palms were flushed.

This kind of performance, they've been waiting for a long time, that's how Paris played last season!

Yi Le attracted a full two defenders, pulling towards the right, and Neymar sprinted vigorously.

Neymar has only one task, he only needs to be half a position faster than the opposing defender.

That way, he can finish his shot one step ahead.

As for passing? That's Yile's job, and he believes that Yile will not let him down.

On the other side, after attracting two players, Yile wanted to use croquettes to break through again.

But Maksimovic suddenly stretched out his foot and changed the trajectory of the ball.

The ball bounced towards Yile, who had his back to the ball.

In desperation, Yi Le could only use unconventional movements, his left foot was slightly raised forward, and he used his heel to slam it.

The ball slipped under Maksimovich's crotch and headed straight for Neymar.

And Neymar was not ambiguous when he saw the ball coming in, although it was a little bigger, but it was still within range of his shot.

Neymar accelerated again, falling directly half of the opposing defender's body, and facing the ball was a tackle.

Swish!!!

The sound of the ball going into the net sounded.

The net of the white flower is shaking.

Nine minutes into the game, Paris Saint-Germain took the lead when Neymar scored a goal.

But for everyone, the biggest credit for this goal should go to Yile.

Yi Le's long drive through the three-man net was the key to the goal.

Syllable!!!

Yi Le and Neymar high-fived each other fiercely and hugged each other heavily.

And at this moment, the belated roar of old Monet sounded.

“GooooooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaL！！”

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