Yi Le stomped his foot hard, the opportunity just now was a pity, they had a chance to equalize.

He looked up at the time, 42 minutes, and there was not much time left.

Damn it!!!

Yi Le was a little anxious.

In the next two minutes, PSG fought back even more ferociously, and they were set to score a goal before half-time to equalise.

But Real Madrid's defence is also resolute and they will have to hold on to the goal.

The two sides launched a battle of offense and defense in the opponent's big penalty area.

Paris Saint-Germain's players bombarded the Real Madrid penalty area, and as time passed, they became more and more anxious.

It wasn't until the fourth official raised the sign for first-half stoppage time that the attack of Grand Paris became more and more ferocious.

In the 42nd minute, seeing that the referee was about to blow the whistle, Yi Le decisively got up and took a hand!

Boom!!!!!

Yi Le volleyed hard, and the sound of the ball changed.

I saw the ball fly towards the dead end.

Real Madrid goalkeeper Casilla reacted quickly but couldn't touch the ball.

He could only watch as the ball flew by.

The Parisian fans in the Parc des Princes stadium slowly stood up, their eyes widening.

Bite!!!!!!

FXXK！！！

Damn the doorposts!

Lao Tzu is definitely going to tear you down!! ——

The Parisian fans shouted angrily. If it weren't for the security guards, they would have pulled out this damn iron rod and put it on the crusher to shredder it into pieces!! ——

......

Beep!!!!!

When the whistle blew at the end of the first half, the Real Madrid players breathed a sigh of relief and happily returned to the dressing room.

On the other hand, the Parisian players were a little depressed.

Neymar wanted to come forward to talk to Yi Le, but found that Yi Le's face was gloomy at this time, and he exuded an aura that no one should enter, which made him turn around and leave decisively.

In the locker room, after explaining the tactics of the second half, Boas found Yi Ledao; "Easy, calm down!"

Yi Le pursed his lips and said, "I'm calm!" Chief! ”

Boas shook his head secretly and said: "You have to know your mission, everyone is waiting for you to tell them how to play, if you lose your mind, then there will be no reversal point in this game." ”

Yi Le felt that his head was a little hot, mainly because he was angry.

He didn't know why he was so angry, but he felt very uncomfortable at the thought of losing, and there was a fire burning in his heart.

Yi Le picked up the water bottle next to him and poured it down on his head, the cold touch causing his head to cool down slightly.

Water droplets dripped down his hair, wetting the lining of his jersey, he shook his head fiercely, and when he looked up again, his eyes became a little brighter, and said; "Boss, I've calmed down!"

Boas grinned and secretly complained, this can also physically cool down?

"Ahem!" Villas-Boas coughed dryly, turned to Neymar and said: "In the second half, you need to help Yi control the midfield, in order to serve the two strikers, Real Madrid is not resolute in the rhythm of the midfield, so I need to cut off their support in the midfield directly, understand?" ”

Neymar's eyes lit up; "What do you mean, boss?"

Boas sneered: "Win this game!" “

......

In the second half, the two sides changed sides and fought again.

Paris Saint-Germain started with a central midfield stance, while Real Madrid did not pay much attention to it, still following the pattern of the first half, relying on two strikers to attack.

Boas watched from the sidelines.

For this Real Madrid team, both he and other managers feel a headache.

Because, they don't have a fixed style of play and style.

Kick the weak team, Real Madrid's copycat pass control play fly!

The team against the defensive counterattack is set-piece bombing + long-range heavy artillery!

Against a team with a similar balance of offense and defense, give up the ball and play a defensive counterattack!

Anyway, in a word, there is really no way to target!

Before, Villas-Boas could still rely on defensive counter-attacks to play Real Madrid, but when Real Madrid made a change of formation, with the two forwards up front, it made them a little difficult to parry.

Now Real Madrid is obviously going to win with Ronaldo's thigh.

So is there no way for Paris Saint-Germain?

Boas didn't think so.

Paris has always relied on Yile to sort out the rhythm of the midfield, which is the so-called single-core to lead the team.

But don't forget that there is also a man named Neymar in Paris!

Neymar can also play the core!

Single-core becomes dual-core, single-riding becomes motorcycle!

From now on, Grand Paris will run at full power, with Yile and Neymar leading the team!

Remember the Golden Duo of Dream Three Dynasty Barcelona?

Hum!!

Boas couldn't help but sneer secretly, Real Madrid was forcing him to be in a hurry, he wanted to hide a hand, but now even qualifying is in jeopardy, and he is ready to show Paris Saint-Germain's big killer.

......

In the field, Yile took root in the midfield and began to schedule, Real Madrid's scrambling was very active, but it was still unable to shake the passing control of Grand Paris.

Neymar also retreats from time to time to echo Yi Le.

Now Grand Paris, with Yile and Neymar as the core, has gradually begun to stabilize the midfield.

Although they didn't have the ferocious attack they had at the beginning, anyone could tell that Grand Paris had found their rhythm.

"Huh~~~ We finally stabilized, Boas's choice is very correct, we rely on Yi's control of the midfield to slowly grasp the situation, don't worry, play slowly, the most important thing now is not to make mistakes."

Old Monet seemed to be speaking to himself, constantly wiping the sweat stains on his forehead.

There was already a hint of chill in Paris in November, but he was still sweating profusely.

Yile gradually took control of the situation, and his originally somewhat impetuous heart stabilized.

Now he knows clearly that the most important thing is to equalise.

Yi Le passed the ball to N'Golo Kante and he wandered around the centre circle, and although Yi Le did not penetrate into Real Madrid's position, no Real Madrid player dared to underestimate the opponent.

They have suffered enough from Yile, and they also understand that Yile's control is terrifying.

Therefore, even if Yile runs without the ball, it gives them great mental pressure.

In the 69th minute, Yi Le looked at Cavani's running position and shook his head slightly, if he was smarter, he could have made a change of speed and relied on explosiveness to shake off the opponent's defenders, but Cavani obviously didn't realize this.

At this time, Yile couldn't help but miss Harry a little. Kane too.

Even if there is no Harry. Kane, Gregory is also good, although the latter is not as dominant as the former, but it has one advantage, it is very obedient!

And Cavani .... Ay~~~~~~!

Cavani was looking at Yi Le with hope, but suddenly saw Yi Le look at himself and shook his head and sighed, which made his heart cold.

What am I doing again?!!

Cavani can't do this, Yile can only find another goal, Mbappe is not aware of the running position, the little guy is still in the game consciousness of rushing forward, although there is some progress in the running position, but it is still useless.

There is only one option left!

Yi Le glanced at Neymar, and Neymar also looked at Yi Le.

The two looked at each other and nodded.

Yi Le passed to Neymar with a seemingly random kick, and then suddenly activated himself.

Neymar, too, after touching the ball, turned around and got rid of it, all in one go.

After Neymar finished getting rid of it, he passed directly to an open space, where Yile's figure suddenly appeared.

Yi Le touched the ball, Ramos stepped forward to press, but Yi Le stopped suddenly, and he smiled at Ramos.

Then he crossed over the top, and Neymar's figure rose from behind Ramos, stopping the ball on his chest to unload the ball.

During this period, Ramos, who was facing away from Neymar, also heard the exclamation of 'NICE' from behind.

The cooperation between the two is dazzling, like two butterflies flying among the flowers, which is very ornamental.

And the two, this pass, a sudden, and a pick are actually understatement through Real Madrid's backline.

Neymar went straight into the penalty area, faced two defenders, and delicately played the ball down the middle.

Cavani stood there stunned.

He found himself alone and looked at the oncoming ball, and Cavani slammed it in.

The ball drips into the bottom left corner and shoots home.

And all in 20 seconds.

The entire Parc des Princes stadium fell into an eerie silence.

The Parisian fans looked at the stadium blankly.

What happened?

How did the ball end up inside the Real Madrid goal?

Scored?

Scored!! ——

Rumble!!!!!!!!! ————

The entire Parc des Princes field erupted.

The Parisian fans cheered in surprise.

They didn't expect to score.

And it's an incredible goal.

"God!! Oh, God!! Oh, God!! What do I see? The combination between Yi and Neymar is so beautiful, they seem to be thinking with one head, I don't know how to explain this goal, this goal is a little too easy. Old Monet looked incredulous.

On the sidelines, Boas showed a satisfied smile, while Zidane, who was on the sidelines, stared at the field with wide eyes and looked at the court in dismay.

Zinedine Zidane: This... This is a dual-core ?!!