“gooooooooooooooooooooal!”

“gooooooooooooooooal!”

"Stone finally showed the nature of a shooter, a perfect run, a perfect shot."

"It's almost hard for this guy to shoot a single goal, there's nothing the goalkeeper can do."

"0-1, Marseille are behind at home. I'm sure many people didn't expect the Spaniards to take the lead, and it's fun. What adjustments will E. Joret make? If Nasri and Ben Arfa continue to think about their individual performances, Marseille may have to say goodbye to the UEFA Cup early. ”

The silence of the Velodrome Stadium was terrible, they were a little drowsy before, but now they were awakened by Wu Sanshi's goal, but they couldn't make a sound.

Even when Wu Sanshi took the ball in the backcourt just now to instigate the attack, they didn't feel anything, and they didn't think that this attack could score, but as Wu Sanshi cooperated with his teammates differently, and then hit Marseille's backline, everything changed.

When Wu Sanshi calmly sent the ball into the goal, Marseille fans realized that this killer was really too cold and too cold!

"God,"

"Are those guys supposed to do something?"

"I'm lagging behind!"

"We're 1-0 down."

Marseille fans finally opened their mouths, but their eyes still fell on Wu Sanshi. They are no longer obsessed with the dribbling of Nasri, they want to see Marseille score.

The Marseille players seemed to wake up from a dream, finally hearing the roar of É Jore's from the pitch, and the manager's anger had burned to the turf.

Beep, the game resumed.

Japanese and Chinese fans began to ask for credit from the stands.

"Shunsuke Nakamura owes a lot of money to this ball, how beautiful his passing is, and in the end it also attracted Stone to defend on the left side."

It is no exaggeration to say that the arrival of Shunsuke Nakamura has raised the Spaniard to a higher level. In the past, where this team played well, it was Nakamura who brought good news. ”

"Nakamura will soon be the playmaker of the Spaniards' attack."

“……”

The Japanese licked Shunsuke Nakamura wildly, while the Chinese fans only talked about Wu Sanshi.

"What a single knife."

"Have you found out, Wu Sanshi hasn't lost a single knife recently."

"His single knife is really simple and sharp, fast and ruthless."

"Wu Sanshi reminds me of a person."

"Who?"

"Owen."

"Michael Irving. He is also a guy who barely loses a single sword, and Wu Sanshi is now. ”

"You mean, Wu Sanshi and Owen are on the same level?"

"No, it's still a long way off, there's still a certain gap in getting rid of the ball and speed. But in terms of movement and shooting, I don't think there's a difference. ”

"It's almost the same age, Owen was amazed at the World Cup when he was 18 years old, and Wu Sanshi was also 18 years old at the end of the year, I don't know if he can go to the World Cup......"

Chinese fans have shamelessly compared Nawu Sanshi with Owen, and it seems that they have found a lot of things in common.

Michael James Owen, that's a real legend.

At the age of 15, he officially signed with Liverpool, and in the 1998 World Cup in France, the 18-year-old Owen became famous in the game against Argentina and was known as a teenager who chased the wind and embarked on the road of superstar. In 2001, Owen led Liverpool to complete the five-time crown, and in the same year, Owen also won the European Ballon d'Or.

And Wu Sanshi is now 17 years old, but he doesn't have anything yet......

※※※※

Marseille picked up the pace, and Nasri and Ben Arfa have realised they need to pick up the tempo and start to dribble less. However, they are always closely watched by Espanyol players, although the speed has increased, they are not easy to take the ball, the Espanyol defense is very targeted, Marseille is difficult to hit the ball into the Espanyol penalty area.

Nasri and Ben Arfa tested Casilla with two more long-range shots, but both of them were quite good.

At half-time, it ended with a score of 0:1, and Marseille was still behind.

In the dressing room, Ruby made another impassioned speech.

"Good, we're ahead now,"

"But that's not the end, it's just the first prelude to the war, and we're going to finish the second part, and we're going to stare at our prey like hounds until the end of the game. Attack, we have to be resolute! Defend, we have to focus! ”

"Give them a home defeat!"

"Come on, boys!"

He then reiterated the tactical demands on Nasri and Ben Arfa's defence, as well as deepening the attacking side of several players.

He never doubted what he was here for.

On the other end, E. Joret kept repeating the problem of the team's tempo.

"We played too slowly, too slowly, too slowly!"

'We need to get the ball out faster, get the ball into the Espanyol box faster, we need to create chances to shoot, too many dribbles cost us the best chance to attack.

"Nasri, Alfa, you two need to pass the ball more than you dribble with your head down!"

It is quite euphemistic for E. Jorei to say this, he is actually a little unable to control the dressing room, a manager who can't control the dressing room, the results will definitely not be satisfactory, it depends on the mood of the players.

Apparently his tone was much more serious now than it had been in the first half, but Nasri's slightly raised chin told him that maybe Nasri wasn't listening? Or maybe he's not happy.

Didn't E-Joree mean that it was Nasri and Ben Arfa who were behind and couldn't score?

But E. Joree couldn't care about it that much: "Can anyone tell me what's the point of stopping in the UEFA Cup and then not qualifying for next season's Champions League in the league? If we don't push hard and keep going, what's the point of our season? What would our fans think if we lost a win at home? ”

A series of rhetorical questions were hammered on the head of each Marseille player......

Yibian fought again, there were no substitutions on either side, Ruby did not need to make substitutions, and the winning lineup was always the best lineup. E. Jore, however, has no one to replace, if it is Ligue 1, he still has a lot of options, especially the veteran Vito and so on in the front line, but in the European zone, he can use too few people. Even he wanted to replace the wrong Nasri......

Beep

When the whistle blew, Wu Sanshi kicked the ball out, and Tamudo made it back for Moises. The Marseille players pressed up and tried to put an oppressive defence on the Spaniards. However, the Spaniard players were clearly familiar with these and did not panic, especially when the ball landed at the feet of De La Pena and Shunsuke Nakamura.

The two of them fell on their feet in a small space in a row, stunned and did not let the Marseille players grab it.

Ben Arfa simply shoveled straight at the feet of Shunsuke Nakamura, who was holding the ball, but he clearly underestimated Nakamura's ability to control the ball. The diminutive Shunsuke Nakamura reacted quite quickly, quickly flicked the ball to the left, dodged the sliding tackle, and then immediately sent the ball over the top without making adjustments!

"Huh!"

"Beautiful!"

The ball was passed too fast and too hidden, and the defense line on the right side of Marseille didn't notice it at all, but Wu Sanshi had already started, as if he was born knowing that the ball would fly over.

call

The ball fell behind the defensive line, and Wu Sanshi got the ball again.

"Ugh!"

"How is that possible!"

Marseille fans were dumbfounded, suspecting that the backline was just a few stakes.

Dada,

Wu Sanshi skillfully coiled the ball with his left foot to the big penalty area of Marseille, and really ran in small steps.

When rushing to the front of the penalty area, Marseille central defender Taylor was about to block it, but Wu Sanshi slipped the ball between Taylor and Renato.

A single knife split Marseille's central defence.

Tamuduo also cooperated with Wu Sanshi for a whole year, and this cooperation came naturally, without a trace of impurities at all.

"Woohoo,"

"It's over."

Tamudo cut in from the middle and fired a left-footed shot into the bottom right corner of the net.

swish

The Marseille goalkeeper did not react at all.

“goooooooooooooooooooooooooooal!”

“gooooooooooooooooooooal!”

“goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooal!”

"It's a tragedy, 0:2, Marseille actually fell behind by two goals at home."

"It was a beautiful blitz."