Chapter 211: Emre Gets Hit
Humans are temperamental creatures and are affected by a variety of emotions.
This is especially true in football, where the pressure on the players is a little greater than you think in a tight, intense game.
When a player feels someone running behind him, it puts a lot of pressure on him, let alone Barcelona's systematic joint pressing.
The ball remained at the feet of each Dortmund player for a very short time and they needed to get out of Barcelona's press quickly.
In this kind of pressing, the passing is getting faster and faster, and the pace is getting faster and faster.
This scene was watched by Barcelona fans, and it was extremely familiar to them.
This is how Barcelona plays this season, speeding up the pace by passing or pressing, and then relying on the high-end central processing unit of Yile to make quick judgments in the fast pace.
This kind of kick is particularly scoundrel, which is to bully the opposite processor as good as himself.
When the other party was still hesitating, Yile had already completed the information summary and gave orders.
A few seconds can make a difference between the two sides.
Therefore, now despite Dortmund possession, Barcelona are the dominant side.
'Our players are at a loss, Barcelona are pushing us to speed up and find a break in a fast pace, our midfielders can't control the situation and if the game goes on it could be a collapse. Dortmund's commentator said with a worried expression; 'I can't think of anyone who can handle this situation, maybe Reus can barely hold on, but unfortunately he was injured before this fight.
Just like the commentator's worries, Dortmund fans are also nervous at this time.
The jubilant West** Stadium fell into silence.
They have a strange feeling, obviously the ball is on their side, obviously they have the initiative, why do they still have such a feeling?
Their eyes were focused on Yi Le in the middle circle.
Because of him!
Borussia Dortmund fans are well aware of the threat of Yile and there is no way he can remain invisible for so long in a game.
He doesn't hold the ball, which is equivalent to a signal.
He was waiting for his chance to bite Dortmund to death.
"Hey! Over here! Pass the ball!! ”
After a useless run, Haaland jumped to his feet in anger.
He ran several times, but the ball never came.
He didn't understand why, he hadn't played like that before.
Why, the football just can't be passed to your feet.
If you can't touch a football, what goal will you score?
The more he thought about it, the more depressed Haaland became.
Haaland's emotions were transmitted, and there was something wrong with the expressions of every Dortmund player.
It's clear that the ball is your own, but why is the ball so aggrieved?
They start blaming themselves and their teammates, and negative emotions come flooding over them.
Seeing this, Yi Le's eyes lit up, and he quietly moved to the left.
......
Emre. Zhan held the ball, he was knocked into a fight with Suarez and staggered two steps, and he couldn't help but look back at Suarez.
And Suarez also showed his two rabbit teeth.
Emre. Zhan pursed his lips, he wanted to pass the ball, and subconsciously looked in the direction of Witsel, but at the moment of getting up, he hesitated.
In the past, he was the same passing path, which was not novel, but it was stable.
And the consequence of this stability is the inability to play an offensive for a long time, along with an aggrieved heart.
He wants to score!
Come to think of it, Emre. Zhan changed the pass to a buckle, and with a clever turn of direction, he shook Suarez directly and made a gesture to pass forward.
Seeing this, the Dortmund players were shocked.
"Emre!! Don't pass it on!! ”
"That's a trap, idiot!!"
"Stop!!"
But the Dortmund players shouted slowly, and at this point the arrow had to be sent off. Zhan wanted to pass the ball to Jadon Sancho on the flank to complete Dortmund's first attack.
The force and angle of the pass were good, and the moment the ball left his feet, Emre Ray. Jen felt satisfied.
The ball swerved along the wing, a low flat ball diagonally, without a hint of arc, a bit of a straight stopper.
Everyone's eyes were also attracted by the ball.
Dortmund fans are expecting Jadon Sancho to receive the ball.
But halfway through the ball, a figure suddenly appeared and intercepted the ball from the middle.
Wow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The audience was in an uproar!
The Dortmund fans hugged their heads and wailed.
Why didn't it pass on!
At the same time, they fixed their eyes on the person holding the ball, and their hearts were cold.
Finished!
"Emre is in a hurry! He was deceived by Barcelona's trap, and they pressed up front while also deploying interceptors in midfield, and Yi clearly played that role. The ball was kept at the feet of the last man we wanted, and it was time for Barcelona to attack. ”
With the narrator's helpless words, Yile started decisively.
Yile started along the left flank, and he wanted to form an echo with Messi.
Messi took the initiative to run towards the middle after seeing Yile rushing towards his side.
This is a cross-run position that draws confusion into the defensive line and helps Yile attract some firepower.
Yi Le was running very fast, and the ball was a little fluttering at his feet.
It feels like it's out of control at any moment, and you can't help but want to make a steal.
But those who really know Yile understand that this is a trap.
Eile's ball feel is poor? Can't combine people and balls?
This is probably the biggest joke of the century.
Yi Le sat back and watched to go down, but after attracting the defenders, at the moment of the ball, he took advantage of the situation.
The ball drilled under the crotch of the Dortmund player and rolled towards Messi, while Yile changed direction diagonally and continued to run.
Messi watched Yile's movements and immediately responded.
He didn't stop the ball, but sent it in the triangle in the direction of Yi Le's run.
Simple and quick wall-to-wall fit.
At this point, most of the attention is drawn to Yile.
Hummels has already rushed to Yile to complete the steal.
But Yile sped up again, before Hummels, and rubbed it gently.
All the players in the goal subconsciously looked up at the ball, and in their field of vision, the ball swayed and crossed a curve in the sky.
They watched as the ball passed over their heads.
Just when they were about to react, someone was one step ahead of them.
A red and blue figure came out of the crowd, kicked on his back foot, and desperately stretched out his left foot to reach the ball.
The ball landed slowly and Suarez tiptoed.
The Dortmund goalkeeper flailed his arms in a panic, but the ball leaped over his head again.
And this time, the ball flew towards the goal.