Villas-Boas looked at the Marseille manager who was yelling next to him with some displeasure.

He wanted to walk over and give someone a pestle, and without this old fellow, Marseille would have collapsed.

But he wasn't too disappointed, it was just a test and the variety of ways Paris played and they had other means to get the advantage.

In the stadium, seeing that Marseille had kept up with the pace of Paris, Yi Le knew that this tentative attack should be over.

Yi Le immediately retreated, and with Yi Le's action, the Paris players also retreated bravely.

And this five-minute repression was over.

Seeing the Parisian players retreat, the Marseille players finally breathed a sigh of relief.

They gasped for breath, and the devil knows what they had been through in those few minutes.

The pressure in Paris is so strong that they can't breathe just by probing, what if these guys attack like crazy?

Recalling the match against Atletico Madrid in Paris, the Marseille players were a little out of the way.

How did the Atletico guys stop Paris' crazy attack?

What kind of steel line can hold Paris so sharply?

Despite the loss, Atletico have been able to defend their steel.

At the very least, Marseille was exhausted from the tentative offensive in Paris.

"What now?"

Neymar ran past to ask about Yile, who had been the match commander and who controlled the way Paris played.

Although Neymar is also one of the two cores, this core is also divided into main and secondary, and it is clear that Yile dominates the decision in the general direction.

Yi Le's answer was crisp.

"Keep attacking!"

Neymar nodded, and Paris, after withdrawing from the regroup, once again attacked madly towards Marseille.

Onslaught 2.0 is here!

"Paris is still on the offensive! That's what this Parisian team is all about, and their style of play is full of irritable, aggressive style! ”

Marseille's commentator said with a worried face: "Now Marseille can only defend passively, this is a confrontation of wills, there will always be times when Paris is discouraged, and such a small pause is the time for us to counterattack!" ”

Bars throughout Marseille were quiet, with fans looking up at their TV screens with their heads tilted and worried.

Even through the television screen, they could feel the almost frenzied progress of Paris.

But Marseille must withstand it, and if you can't resist it, you will lose the ball!

They can't concede a second goal again.

"Left! Watch Di Maria, Rolando, you also go over to help defend! ”

"Damn! Neymar is coming up! Quick, block the spot where he turns! ”

"Mbappe! This guy is so good at running, don't let him get up, pretty!! ”

Buna. Sarr's sliding tackle lifted the hearts of the Marseille players.

The attack in Paris was fierce, but they could still defend it.

Atletico Madrid are now on the defensive, but their morale is high, and they don't know for him, they are playing extremely smoothly.

However, they did not find a fatal problem.

Yi Le stopped, he gasped a few times, and turned his head to look at the time.

It's been 41 minutes.

It's almost time to work, right?

......

In the dugout in Paris, Villas-Boas and Michel sat quietly and did not show a trace of concern.

In fact, from the moment Paris chose to attack, they felt that the game was over.

"After 30 minutes of onslaught, Marseille is about to lose its support!"

Michelle said with a smile.

Boas also nodded: "They are very comfortable to play, but the constant sideways running left and right and jumping again and again are testing their physical fitness, now it depends on whose legs can't hold up first!" ”

Villas-Boas is confident that the strength of Paris is not the variety of tactical arrangements and the super midfield.

The teams led by Boas have one characteristic, that is, they can run very well!

If other teams have a fitness standard of 8 points, Paris has doubled, each of them has to be more than 10 points, and the midfield has to go above 13 points.

If you can run, you can run hard, and you will die!

In the middle of the game, Yi Le moved to the left with the ball, and he saw Sanson blocked between himself and Neymar, if it was before, Yi Le would pass to the wing.

But now he wants to give it a try.

Seeing Sang Song looking at him with a solemn face, Yi Le slowly slowed down, and Sang Song couldn't help but be more alert.

And just when Sang Song judged how Yile handled the ball, Yile swung his legs at a small angle and rubbed under the ball.

The ball does not fly in a hurry, and the flight altitude is not too high, and Sanson can reach it with a jump.

What does that mean?

Sanson was a little confused, but he was overjoyed.

Yile made a mistake!

He's so sure that now all he needs to do is simply jump up and intercept this pass.

This was a key point in Marseille's counter-attack.

The thought of taking on such an important link made Sansong feel a stir in his heart.

He immediately squatted, his eyes glued to the ball, trying to complete the jump.

But when he tried to jump up, he suddenly realized that he was still in place.

Sang Song maintained a squatting posture, and there was a violent soreness in his thighs, as if he had been squatting against the wall for several minutes, and his legs were shaking violently.

He had been holding straight legs before, and he didn't feel it, but when he squatted, the intense fatigue of the entire first half exploded in an instant.

Wait a minute....

Sang Song's face suddenly turned pale.

In the Marseille team, Sanson's fitness is also good, and now he is in this situation, so what about the others?

Sanson looked up in horror.

In his stunned gaze, he saw Yi Le nodding slowly.

This caused Sanson's pupils to shrink.

He understood.

The 30 minutes of frantic attack in the first half seemed to be a tide of attack, but its effect was simply to drain their physical energy.

Every large-scale shift in Paris takes a lot of physical effort on the part of the Marseille players.

And when this fatigue accumulates little by little, when it explodes at this moment, this is the timing of the attack in Paris.

Smack!

The sound of sneakers touching the ball came from behind.

Sanson didn't have to look to know that Neymar had already received the ball.

Poof!!

Sang Song sat down decadently, he knew it was over.

They miscalculated Paris's offensive intentions and overcoordinated.

A few seconds later, Sanson heard the crowd shouting.

One by one, the Parisian fans stood up and cheered, he knew that Paris had scored again.

The audience cheered, and Sanzon was still sitting on the ground, his head blank.

At this time, he heard someone approaching.

Sang Song subconsciously raised his head, he saw Yi Le squatting down, and asked, "Injured?" ”

Sanson shook his head.

Yi Le continued to ask, "Can you get up?" ”

Sang Song looked at Yi Le blankly, and after a while, asked, "Can I ask you a question?" ”

Yi Le wondered, "What? ”

Sang Song felt his lips chapped, he swallowed hard, and said, "Your attack is draining our physical energy, right?" ”

Yi Le scratched his cheek a little embarrassed, but nodded anyway.

This time, Sang Song couldn't help but shake his head helplessly and whispered to himself.

"It's not a level at all!"

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